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

Time passed slowly, and no matter how much the little girl cursed in her heart, her system did not respond to her at all.

On the contrary, several dark figures flashed past the window.

Looking at the dark shadows outside the window, and at my own small arms and legs.

The little girl's expression changed repeatedly, as if she had made up her mind.

She lay prostrate at the foot of the bed, her face solemn and devout.

"Daddy! System Daddy! System Daddy! I'm calling you Daddy! Anything is fine, just give me something that can save my life!"

"I don't ask for much, just a talisman of the highest immortal level will do!"

The dark shadow outside the window drew closer and closer, eventually stopping outside the house where the girl was.

This scene made the girl hold her breath, thinking that she was about to die here today and step into a new cycle of reincarnation.

The girl, whose size was not much larger than a cat, clenched her small hands, and deep in her palm was a round jade pendant.

It is engraved with a miniature disc, divided into six paths, three good and three evil.

……

At the same time, the assassins were ransacking the Netherworld Tower.

Inside the western part of the mansion, a colorful gate suddenly appeared in the center of the courtyard.

Two figures stepped out of the door one after the other.

"Why is it raining so hard in Wangxing City? I got soaked as soon as I got back."

The person speaking was wearing a long, light blue dress, and rain was hitting her head, soaking her waist-length hair.

The raindrops dripped down her hair and pattered against the hem of her skirt.

While muttering a complaint, Qinghe reached into her waistband and pulled out an oil-paper umbrella painted with a misty rain over the riverbank.

She had intended to hold the umbrella for Mu An, but in the instant she turned her head, Qinghe discovered something.

Mu An was clean and dry, and even the mud under his feet had dried, a stark contrast to his own soaked state from the downpour.

Seeing this scene, and looking at her own skirt stained with mud, Qinghe pursed her lips and subtly put the umbrella away.

She just remembered that she, Qinghe, was actually a great cultivator in the Refining Void and Harmonizing Dao realm. As long as she circulated her spiritual power slightly, the heavy rain couldn't get close to her at all.

It was only when he was on Tiangong Star that he got used to all kinds of virtual reality games and forgot that he had cultivation.

To conceal her slowness, Qinghe pretended to take a breath of fresh air, opened her arms to face the sky, and struck a philosopher's pose.

"Comfortable...this is exactly the feeling of being close to nature I've been looking for!"

Seemingly realizing that her words weren't very convincing, Qinghe quickly added another sentence after having a close encounter with the torrential rain.

"Compared to Tiangong Star, the rain-soaked Wangxing City has a unique charm... Sir, don't disbelieve me, the artificial rain on Tiangong Star is nothing like the rain we experience in the Nine Regions!"

In the torrential rain, Qinghe completed a high-level self-comfort.

However, the audience around them didn't seem to cooperate.

Standing in front of the gate, Mu An looked at Qing He with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, watching her for as long as she made any move.

As Qinghe watched, her face grew increasingly red, and she transformed into a "steam princess" on the spot, with wisps of smoke rising from her head.

The flow of spiritual energy dried her clothes, making Qinghe's flowing hair smooth once again.

With her cheeks flushed red, Qinghe shouted out in embarrassment and anger.

"Fine, I'll just forget. Sir, it's not like you just found out I'm not very bright. Can't you just play along for a bit?"

After uttering a complaint, Qinghe's momentum weakened again, and she put on a wronged expression.

"It's been over a hundred years, sir, can't you be a little gentler with me? You're like a block of wood all day long, no wonder you have no friends!"

The muttered words kept Mu An silent for a while.

He looked at Qinghe, who knew she wasn't smart but was still quite smug and even blamed him, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

To be honest, with Qinghe's shameless attitude, she really has the makings of a cultivator.

Under the rain, Mu An glanced at the mansion on the east side, then looked at Qing He with a scrutinizing gaze, and said, word by word.

"Didn't you notice anything wrong?"

"Problem? What problem? With you here, sir, what problem could there be?"

Hearing these nonchalant words and seeing that Qinghe really hadn't noticed anything, Mu An raised his hand and gave her a triple tap on the head.

"Knock knock knock!!!"

"Ouch! O ...

"Sir! How could you do this! We just got back and you hit me on the head!"

"I only said a few words to you, is it really necessary for you to retaliate like this? You're such an old man, how can you act like a child and be so vengeful?"

It's hopeless! What a waste of his Void Refining and Dao Integration Realm cultivation!

After spending decades in the world of crafts, how come this perfectly normal person is becoming more and more like a "silly husky"?

Speaking of which, when Qinghe left, she seemed to have brought back a puppy from Tiangong Star.

She also said that it was a divine dog that Li Chu had carefully selected for her, a gift from their visit to the Celestial Craftsmanship Realm.

Mu An glanced at it. Although she didn't know what kind it was, it was indeed black and white, and it looked a bit silly.

Could it really be a husky?

Forget it, a fool is a fool.

With a brain like that, you should probably throw it into a cauldron and reforge it someday!

……

The rain intensified, and the gale whipped the rainwater around, scattering it into a deafening white curtain.

Ignoring the silly Qinghe, Mu An stood in the noisy downpour, glanced at the courtyard wall, and snapped his fingers.

With a loud "snap," the world suddenly fell silent.

The falling raindrops stopped in mid-air, and the water curtain formed by the downpour turned into shattered mirrors, lingering between heaven and earth, vaguely reflecting the figure in blue.

The gale held its breath, the lightning stopped, the branches of the ancient trees froze in their bent arcs, and the falling withered leaves hung in mid-air, meeting the curtain of water.

The assassin in black stood frozen in the corner of the courtyard, his wide eyes fixed on the direction where Mu An and Qing He were.

The distant streets, the hazy courtyard, and everything in the world seemed to freeze in that instant.

And it all started with just a seemingly insignificant snap of the fingers.

The sudden change finally brought Qinghe to her senses. She glanced at Mu An without batting an eye, and walked briskly to the two assassins.

After observing for a while, Qinghe drew her own conclusion.

"I don't know them, and they're not here for me!"

Just when Mu An thought Qing He's mind had finally returned to normal, Qing He touched her chin and began imitating the animated characters she had seen in the Celestial Craftsmanship World.

"There's only one truth! These people are after you, sir!"