Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

"The Celestial Martial Saint has a lifespan of over two hundred years. Fellow Daoist is a prodigy and will surely achieve the realm of immortals and gods during this period. There is no need to worry too much."

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

The flower arranging lady sat opposite Mu An, picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and continued speaking.

"Even I, an old man, do not know how to achieve the realm of a terrestrial immortal. The only methods available in the world are all extremely difficult and almost impossible to realize."

If fellow practitioners have any doubts, they may visit the sacred sites of Taoism and Buddhism to inquire, and they will likely find the answers they seek.

As for the literary and Taoist lineage, I personally suggest that, unless absolutely necessary, fellow Daoist, it's best to avoid contact with them. Their path is different from ours, and it's not conducive to your own cultivation.

It was a rare opportunity for Mu An to encounter such a senior who was willing to answer her questions.

He had always been somewhat confused about his own cultivation. If spiritual power was already a product abandoned by the times, then perhaps he would have to make some adjustments to his future path.

With this in mind, Mu An pressed for further information.

"Senior, do you know if there are still people in the world today who cultivate purely through spiritual power?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the flower arranging granny suddenly looked at Mu An with sharp, scrutinizing eyes that made him feel very uncomfortable.

She took a sip of wine, spilled the rest on the ground, and looked up at the sky.

"Yes, it is said that the Heavenly Master was born extraordinary. On the day of his birth, purple clouds came from the east for three thousand miles."

He was able to communicate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at birth. A thousand years ago, the Taoist sect provided him with all its resources for cultivation, and in just thirty-five years, he achieved the realm of a terrestrial immortal.

On the day he ascended to heaven, he was already the greatest in the world at that time.

He alone suppressed the Daoist sect's fortune for a thousand years, making the Daoist sect the number one sect in the Nine Regions.

But even the Celestial Master could not have achieved such a miracle without the combined efforts of the entire Taoist sect a thousand years ago.

The series of methods he later passed down were all based on primordial energy, and none of his disciples or grand-disciples practiced spiritual energy.

In this day and age, spiritual energy is depleted and spiritual objects are scarce, making it impossible to replicate the situation of that time.

Judging from the example of the old Celestial Master, practitioners who cultivate spiritual power are slightly stronger than those who cultivate primordial power at the same level.

In today's world, spiritual energy is extremely scarce. Even if one tries to cultivate by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it will not be very effective even after decades or hundreds of years. Let alone becoming a Martial Saint, one could not even reach the Innate Realm even if one cultivated for a lifetime.

Even if there are truly exceptionally talented individuals who, through various opportunities, achieve the status of a Celestial Martial Saint.

Martial Saint's lifespan was only a little over two hundred years, but the path he walked during that time was extremely long, and the difficulty of cultivation was far beyond what he had reached in his previous realms.

This is a vastly different level, with a difference between them far exceeding your imagination.

If one truly relies on spiritual power as their foundation, no matter how high their realm or how deep their understanding of heaven and earth, they will eventually be trapped by insufficient spiritual energy and unable to enter the realm of immortals and gods.

Ultimately, this is a dead end!

As she finished speaking, the flower-arranging grandmother's voice suddenly grew a little louder, and she gave Mu An a deep look.

Although it wasn't explicitly stated, Mu An felt that the flower-arranging grandma must have already guessed something.

The reason I'm saying all this now is probably because I hope to switch to cultivating my vital energy and not ruin my future.

But what she couldn't possibly know was that time was the one thing she had in abundance.

If two hundred years isn't enough, then two thousand years; if two thousand years isn't enough, then twenty thousand years.

With such a long period of time, even if one cultivates spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, one can raise a sufficient number of them.

Or perhaps, over such a long period of time, I have already found a way to transform primordial energy into spiritual energy.

If you're going to do something, do it to the best of your ability.

After thinking for a long time, Mu An stood up and bowed.

"I am grateful for your guidance, senior. I have learned a great deal."

The flower-arranging grandmother accepted the gift readily, but she did not take credit for it.

"Fellow Daoist and I are colleagues, there's no need for such formalities. I've come here to invite you to Yongning County to discuss important matters. With your assistance, it will be like adding wings to a tiger; our great undertaking will surely succeed!"

"Your Highness has shown me immense kindness, and I will certainly do my utmost to help you."

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Yongning County, Lingxiao Pavilion.

Despite it being a momentous occasion, the atmosphere of the meeting was not somber; rather, it resembled a small family dinner.

There were only six people present, yet a total of 108 dishes were served, along with two jars of spirit wine buried deep within Snow Moon Lake.

The princess, sitting in the main seat, quietly poured herself a glass, but Lin Li, who was watching her closely, pressed her forehead with one hand and poured the wine directly into her glass.

The remaining four, including Mu An, did not comment on this, but simply ate their food in silence, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

It wasn't that they were unceremonious, but Princess Yongning had said right away that they should eat and drink first, and then discuss things; anyone who didn't eat was disrespecting her.

Since your boss has spoken, you can't refuse.

While eating, Mu An glanced at the other people present out of the corner of his eye.

They were all acquaintances: the flower-arranging granny, Commander Shangzhang, and that ridiculously powerful painting master.

Among them, the middle-aged Commander Shangzhang was the most particular. He moved slowly and deliberately, drinking most of the time and only occasionally taking a bite of food. His gaze was always fixed on Princess Yongning's side.

The painting master, dressed as an ordinary old man, was the most dashing. He held a roast chicken in one hand and a bear paw in the other, gnawing on it with his mouth full of oil.

Every now and then he would grab the wine jug and pour it directly into his mouth.

As for Princess Yongning, Mu An could only say that she was a picky eater. She would only eat one bite of each dish at most, and many of her dishes were vomited after only half a bite. Her wandering gaze was always fixed on the wine pot next to her.

If it weren't for Lin Li watching over her, Mu An suspected that the princess could have stared at that pot of wine all night.

In a full half hour, the Painting Master alone devoured most of the dishes on the table.

The little princess was clearly upset because she didn't get to drink any alcohol, and she kept fidgeting under the table.

Given the strength of the people present, these things naturally couldn't escape their senses, but they tacitly pretended not to see them and went along with Jun Yunxin's antics.

Although she's unreliable most of the time, when it comes to truly important matters, this princess can be trusted.

Just as they expected, seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Jun Yunxin clapped her hands, and dozens of maids came up.

They quickly cleared the dishes off the table and brought over an architectural model.

It was a sand table model of the entire palace, with every building and every road scaled down to the same size.

Even some secret locations were marked, and the distribution of forces within them was roughly indicated.

The level of detail is astonishing.

The parts highlighted in red represent the power of several princes.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Jun Yunxin stood up from her chair, waved her small hand, and pointed to a palace gate.

"The imperial palace is divided into inner and outer palaces, separated by a city wall. The Vermilion Bird is in front, the Black Tortoise is behind, the Azure Dragon is on the left, and the White Tiger is on the right."

The Azure Dragon and White Tiger gates are unimportant, and the guards of the Black Tortoise gate need not be concerned. I have already contacted a senior Taoist master to take action.

The only place we need to control is the Vermilion Bird Gate, which is also the closest place to the Heavenly Revelation Palace where my father is located. By occupying this place, we can block the passage to the palace.

Outside the palace are the residences of the Second Prince, the Seventh Prince, and the Ninth Prince, each with a corresponding number of personal guards. There are about 800 guards on each of the three sides. The guards at the Vermilion Bird Gate number about 5,000 and are under the command of the Ninth Prince; they are also enemies.

Our plan is simple: a decisive battle at the Vermilion Bird Gate. Anyone who dares to stand in our way will be killed!