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

With his mind preoccupied with troublesome matters, the old doctor's expression remained largely unchanged as he changed the subject to other things.

"I have seen the doctor about the illness you mentioned three days ago. It is not a plague and will not spread on a large scale, so there is no need to worry too much."

Compared to the last time I saw them, those children were noticeably healthier.

"That's good."

After packing the medicinal herbs Mu An requested, the old doctor tapped on the table and stared at Mu An with a scrutinizing gaze for a long time, until Mu An felt uncomfortable before finally looking away.

"These days there seem to be some new faces in the city, all quite robust, and they don't go out much unless there's something important to do."

You should also deal with all that official business you've been accumulating. There are quite a few people in the city talking about it, saying that you're not doing your job properly and are just taking bribes from those gangs.

Rumors are a fearsome thing, especially since this isn't even a rumor. Everything should be done in moderation. No matter how many reasons you have, you still need to be careful to maintain a proper balance.

Everyone's taking, so it's fine if you're the most capable and take more. But if you really overturn the table, no one will benefit.

Don't let these things ruin your life.

Upon hearing this, Mu An paused slightly, her hand hovering in mid-air as she manipulated the medicinal herbs, and her lowered eyes narrowed.

"Okay, I understand."

Having understood the hidden meaning in the old doctor's words, Mu An verbally agreed, but as she received the medicine, she turned to the side and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"How serious is the matter?"

"There are four top-tier experts, and also a lawless cult active in the city."

……

Walking alone on the bustling street, Mu An's mood didn't change much.

Lin Zhimin, the owner of Lin'an Hall, is an old doctor who is well over sixty years old. He has a high reputation in Qing'an County and is respected by the local people.

In this era of clear class distinctions, it is truly rare for a doctor to be able to treat every patient equally.

Moreover, Lin'an Hall charges relatively low fees, practicing medicine and selling medicine at near-cost prices, which makes it popular among residents.

Lin Zhimin was one of the few people who knew that Mu An was Mu Ping's adopted son.

There weren't many twists and turns in the middle; it was simply because Lin Zhimin had studied medicine all his life and knew early on that Mu Ping was infertile.

Mu Ping's lingering illness from his youth was always treated at Lin'an Hall. If it weren't for Lin Zhimin's presence, Mu Ping would most likely never have seen Mu An grow up.

In the eyes of most people in the county, the old doctor was a highly skilled old man who was kind and dedicated to saving lives.

However, a very small number of people know that Lin Zhimin's identity is by no means simple and that he is also quite skilled.

Putting aside everything else, the apprentices at Lin'an Hall are all first-rate martial artists, and the doctors who sit in the clinic are all highly skilled with profound internal energy.

Because he frequently bought medicinal herbs from Lin'an Hall, Mu'an had a lot of contact with Lin Zhimin.

Moreover, Lin Zhimin did not try to hide it, so Mu An could naturally guess a little.

So much so that later on, Mu An would often shamelessly visit the clinic and learn a lot of things he wanted to know.

Even some basic swordsmanship, fist techniques, and light-body skills were learned from here.

As for why Lin Zhimin thought so highly of him, Mu An always believed it was because of his extraordinary talent.

After all, the old doctor had repeatedly hinted to Mu An that he was willing to take him on as an apprentice.

It wasn't until he was sixteen that Mu An's skill surpassed Lin Zhimin's, reaching the top level in the martial arts world, that the matter of taking on a disciple was completely abandoned.

The old man and the young man were very in sync. Lin Zhimin didn't ask where Mu An's martial arts came from, and Mu An didn't ask Lin Zhimin's identity.

They would ask each other directly about anything they needed, and would also ask for help directly if needed.

Mu An took care of Lin'an Hall's business, and Lin Zhimin provided him with some information about the martial arts world.

Having an official status can be very useful in some situations, and over the years, with Mu An's help, Lin'an Hall has also benefited a lot.

The people of Linzhi are kind-hearted and often help those who cannot afford medical treatment. As a result, the benefits are distributed, and although they are not poor, they are not wealthy at all.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Mu'an hadn't ordered a large amount of medicinal herbs every year, Lin'an Hall would have gone out of business long ago.

Eight years have passed since they first met when they were twelve years old, and it's been a rare period of blissful ignorance.

In Mu An's eyes, the old doctor's skills were nothing special, but doctors are not known for their martial arts skills, so Mu An would not underestimate this elder.

Even now, Mu An's cultivation progress cannot be hidden from Lin Zhimin in the slightest, which shows his extraordinary insight.

The simultaneous appearance of four top-tier experts in a small county town, coupled with the blood-red token found on Blood Blade Zhang Jiu, gave Mu An a plan in mind.

He secluded himself, refusing visitors, to cultivate his character and temperament.

Wait until the chaos ends, then continue to lie low; this is the true way to survive.

"Candied hawthorns! Candied hawthorns for sale!"

"Sweet and sour candied hawthorns!"

The vendors' cries pulled Mu An back from her thoughts, and she turned to look at the street.

Wang Lao Er, who sells candied hawthorns, seems to have had some trouble at home recently, so I haven't seen him for a long time.

"Master Mu! Want two skewers of candied hawthorns? They're delicious!"

"Eight skewers, please."

"Alright! You're a regular customer, so I'll give you two extra skewers. You can pay for six skewers."

Mu An did not refuse the vendor's kindness. She raised her hand and took the candied hawthorn from the vendor, then walked towards the end of the street.

After crossing a street and walking about two or three hundred meters, he stopped in front of a small courtyard.

As soon as I stood still, I could hear children calling from inside the house.

Several children, the oldest being only seven or eight years old, rushed out of the house and pounced on Mu An.

Seeing this, Mu An turned slightly to the side, pressed down on the girl who was rushing the most with one hand, and placed his large hand on her head, causing the girl to pout her little mouth as if she was dissatisfied.

"Xiao Huan, take your candied hawthorns and share them with your younger siblings."

The girl called Xiao Huan pouted, about to speak, when she saw the candied hawthorns. Her bright eyes lit up, she took them with delight, and ran back in a flash.

It wasn't until she had distributed the candied hawthorns to the other four eager children that Xiao Huan suddenly remembered something, looked at Mu An with a hint of unease in her eyes.

Seeing this, Mu An simply shook the three candied hawthorns remaining in her hand.

Seeing this, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, taking small bites of the candied hawthorn in her hand, her bright eyes full of smiles.

Children always like sweet things, but living under someone else's roof means they can't be so immature.

They cannot accept what the adults do not have, so as not to make Lord Mu feel that they are a burden.

Her younger siblings are still too young to understand, so as the older sister, she has to take care of these things.

"For the next month, you will stay here. Try to stay home as much as possible during the day and don't leave at night. If you need anything, just tell the people taking care of you. Understand?"

Mu An's words left the children confused, but as orphans, they all knew how difficult it was to survive.

The several thin, small children nodded obediently, hiding behind the oldest, Xiao Huan, and trying their best to force a smile at Mu An.

Children's intuition allowed them to vaguely sense the malevolent aura emanating from Mu An, and they felt somewhat afraid to get close.

But Sister Xiaohuan repeatedly told them that they must behave well and be sensible in front of Lord Mu, and that they must smile and be obedient.

They would do whatever Lord Mu ordered, and they would never cause Lord Mu any trouble.

Compared to their previous life of begging on the streets, life has improved so much thanks to the care of the patrol officers.

Having enjoyed their current lives, it would be too difficult to go back to the old ways. Once abandoned by the patrol department, only death awaits them.

Mu An saw the children's forced smiles, but he didn't say anything, pretending not to see their reluctance.

For these children, there always has to be something they can do.

Perhaps it's to make myself laugh, or perhaps it's something else entirely.

If they can't do anything, they'll be even more worried.

They were afraid of being abandoned, afraid of becoming useless, and afraid of potential conspiracies.

For someone who has suffered greatly, it is difficult to exchange sincerity for sincerity. Not only is it not guaranteed to succeed, but it also takes far too long. Mu An has no interest in that.