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

"Has he spotted us?"

"It's highly unlikely. It's pitch black, and they're still fighting. There's no way they would have noticed us."

"How could such a powerful figure exist in such a small county? He looks to be only just turned twenty, yet his skills are so profound. With such a person here, our plans..."

"We'll discuss this matter again once my elder brother emerges from seclusion."

Princess Yongning was heading to her fiefdom with weak guards, while there was a reclusive elder of the Medicine King Valley in Qing'an County.

Princess Qing'an was frail and sickly from childhood, and she would always come to Qing'an County to seek out famous doctors from all over the world.

"The magistrate of Qing'an County is one of our men. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we miss it..."

"Have Cao Min find a way to lure this guy away! Without him, the rest are no threat."

"No, that's not enough. Simply moving him away isn't enough; it would be best to find an opportunity to get rid of him."

The matter of the Water Spirit Mushroom cannot be lost. Bloodstained clothes are rampant, and the world will be in chaos. Those madmen do things without considering the consequences.

"Our eldest brother is about to break through to the next level; we Night Raven Bandits need a Martial Saint."

"Knock knock knock!"

The discussion abruptly stopped. The schoolteacher, who had lived in the county town for several years, pretended to be startled and opened the door.

Outside, the soldier responsible for calming the residents saw who opened the door, smiled, and chatted happily with the schoolteacher.

"His child is still in school, so he has to cultivate a good relationship with the teacher. This is a golden opportunity that he can't afford to miss."

……

"Boss, we found two throwing knives, over a dozen poisoned silver needles, two medicine bottles, and a token on the prisoner. Would you like to take a look?"

"Token?"

The subordinate's report made Mu An frown, and he slowly walked to the right side of the corpse.

The throwing knives and silver needles were exactly what he expected. These martial arts practitioners were all ruthless, and it was not surprising that they might be hiding some kind of vicious thing.

But what is a token?

Looking up, he saw that the token that had piqued his curiosity was already in the hands of another inspector present, who turned it over and over but still couldn't understand it.

"Lord Mu, look at this sign. It looks strange, with exquisite patterns. It seems to belong to some large organization."

After taking the token, Mu An squinted at the blood-red characters outlined in red paint for a long time before pretending not to know anything and handing it back to Wang Chong.

"Lord Wang, you are a man of great knowledge and experience; have you ever heard of this token?"

Wang Chong, who was about forty years old, shook his head, his brows furrowed with confusion.

But his years of work experience made him immediately grab Mu An's hand, walk to the side, and lower his voice.

"Xiao An, don't be impulsive. This time, the criminal is different from before. He is a master in the martial arts world. He has both strength and status, and he has connections with major sects."

This is a very serious matter. No matter what this token involves, it is by no means a trivial matter and is clearly beyond our control.

Listen to your uncle's advice: don't follow your father's example and meddle in these messy affairs. Throw this matter out and report it truthfully to the prefectural city, let the higher-ups handle it.

The earnest advice made Mu An pause for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Wang Chong, an inspector from Linggang, was an old friend of his adoptive father. He had watched Mu An grow up since childhood and had always taken good care of him.

Before Mu An took over the patrol position, the two always addressed each other as uncle and nephew.

Thinking about what her adoptive father Qian had done, and the reputation she had built, Mu An could roughly guess what Wang Chong was thinking.

They simply thought they were meddling in other people's business.

But Mu An wasn't stupid. He could tell at a glance that this was a huge problem. How crazy would he have to be to actively seek it out?

Seeing that Mu An was not stubborn, Wang Chong's mood improved significantly. He patted Mu An on the shoulder and laughed.

"Come to my house for dinner sometime. Xiao Wan talks about you every day, always asking how Brother Mu is. She's even started learning embroidery recently..."

"I'm going to take care of Officer Chen's matter. I'll leave things here to you, Uncle Wang."

Wang Chong had just finished speaking with great enthusiasm, his words carrying a hint of sourness, when Mu An politely interrupted him.

People in this era often like this: if they come from similar family backgrounds and are of similar age, they always want to be a couple.

However, neither his limited perspective nor his status as an immortal made Mu An interested in such matters in the slightest, so he simply found an excuse to change the subject.

Wang Chong, who had only spoken halfway, clearly wanted to continue, but looking at Mu An's back and then at the corpse on the street corner, he swallowed his words and let out a long sigh.

"She's a pitiful person. She didn't have much to begin with, and now she's an orphan and a widow..."

He had little interaction with the deceased Chen Hu, and being old, he didn't want to see the gruesome state of the corpse.

Such is the state of the world; martial artists roam freely, and similar incidents are all too common. The constables of the county government come and go, making it a high-risk profession.

But since the dead weren't from their Linggang Patrol Division, he didn't want to get involved.

On a street corner, Mu An stopped in his tracks, watching the soldiers carrying Chen Hu's body, and remained silent.

"Boss, we found this on Officer Chen."

Staring at the blood-stained bronze lock, Mu An's eyes narrowed again, gripping the lock in silence for a long time.

"Erzhuang, take a few men, get thirty taels of silver, and deliver it to Constable Chen's house."

After a pause, as if she had thought of something, Mu An added a sentence.

"Take a few more men with you. Take care of Officer Chen's funeral arrangements in the next few days. Have someone notify those gangs that anyone who dares to retaliate against Chen Hu's family will have their place smashed!"

"yes!"

……

Lin'an Hall.

"The usual?"

"Everything else remains the same, but get an extra dose of medicine to regulate your body."

At the counter, the old doctor Lin Zhimin, whose hand was already reaching for the counter, paused slightly and looked at Mu An with surprise.

"Your voice is strong and your pulse is deep, not like someone who is injured. Could it be that you have been poisoned by some incurable poison? Extend your hand, let me take your pulse."

The old doctor's concerned words made Mu An's lips twitch slightly, and she shook her head helplessly.

That old man keeps cursing him to get into trouble!

"It wasn't me. It was the wife and daughter of a constable in the county government who had some health problems, probably from excessive grief or something. I was just buying them some medicine."

Upon hearing this, the old doctor at the counter opened his medicine cabinet. Instead of taking out herbs suitable for women and children, he grabbed some highly nourishing medicines.

"Nonsense! How can you prescribe medicine without even seeing the patient!"

"Then I'll have to trouble Elder Lin."

"Alright, I understand. I'll have my disciple go and make the arrangements this afternoon."

Looking at Mu An, who clearly wasn't prepared to pay for the consultation, the old doctor snorted coldly, grabbed a handful of herbs without even weighing them, put them into a box, and handed it to Mu An.

"There have been some problems in Qishan recently. Many of the herbs you use are out of stock and their prices have risen sharply. It would be best to change some of the herbs."

"Qishan? I've heard about it too. A general from the prefecture rebelled and fled to Qishan with a thousand soldiers, where he immediately became the second-in-command among the bandits."

"That's right, things are really bad in Qishan. A lot of herb gatherers have died recently, and medicinal herbs are hard to come by."

The bad news made Mu An stand in front of the cabinet, tapping the table lightly with his bent middle finger, making a soft sound.

The old doctor ignored him and went about his own business.

"What's the price if we change the medicinal herbs?"

"Don't worry, what you're using isn't some kind of magical item, just some tonics. There are plenty of substitutes."

"Let's change it then, the previous medicine tasted pretty bad anyway."

The old doctor in front of the counter twitched his lips and without hesitation threw the medicinal herbs he had just thought of out of his mind, instead choosing a few of the bitterest-tasting herbs.

Good thing it tastes awful! This kid even stirred it up! Make it so bitter!