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

"Your Highness, we have retreated to a position three miles away from the Vermilion Bird Gate."

"Not enough! Retreat! Keep retreating!"

"Your Highness, we are already five li away from the Vermilion Bird Gate!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

"Your Highness, we've reached Bali!"

"That's not enough! That motherless brat is surrounded by monsters! Retreat! Keep retreating!"

"Ten miles already!"

"retreat!"

"Your Highness, we cannot retreat any further, or we will retreat all the way to the Tianqi Palace!"

Upon hearing the words "Tianqi Palace," Junji in the carriage finally calmed down a bit.

He ordered the carriage to stop there, and waited for the maid to get out of the carriage and kneel on the ground before stepping on the maid's back and getting out of the carriage.

Perhaps because his mind was filled with Mu An's bloodied face when he got off the bus, Junji lost his footing and almost tripped.

"How dare you! How can you even be a stool! What use are you if you can't even be a proper stool?"

"Guards, drag her away and behead her!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Spare me! I didn't mean to, I'll definitely be a better stool next time..."

The cries for mercy abruptly ceased as a bloody head fell to the ground.

The sprayed blood splattered at Junji's feet, which made him furious. He flicked his sleeve and cursed loudly.

"unlucky!"

No one paid any attention to the dead maid. Junji didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground before he began cursing Jun Yunxin.

The general, who had sheathed his sword, stood beside him and waited for him to finish his rant before interrupting him.

"Your Highness, the garrison at the Vermilion Bird Gate has been routed. Although many escaped, they are all defeated soldiers, and their morale is shattered. Trying to win them back will only affect the fighting capacity of the other soldiers. What should we do next?"

When the matter was brought up, Junji, who had just been cursing incessantly, suddenly became serious and focused. He turned to look at the old man beside him, his words filled with confusion.

"Senior Lin, what exactly is going on with that killing god under the Vermilion Bird Sect? As far as I know, the Celestial Martial Saint is most averse to direct slaughter."

Once burdened by karma, one's spiritual practice may be unable to progress, or one may encounter obstacles in everything, even leading to demonic possession.

That killing god didn't look very old, not a dying man with no potential for further progress. How could he be so reckless? Didn't he care about his future at all?

Hearing Junji's question, Linjian Sanren was equally puzzled. He had felt the same way when he first saw the battlefield from afar.

He could see it more clearly than Junji. The Martial Saint from the Vermilion Bird Sect, who had dominated the battlefield, was full of energy and vitality; he was clearly a young man.

The karma created by such massacres will take at least a hundred or two hundred years to be eradicated.

What exactly did Princess Yongning sacrifice to make such a talented young man risk ruining his own path to help her win this battle?

He remained silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I do not know either, but I imagine there must be a deeper connection between this person and Princess Yongning."

Seeing that he had not received an answer, Junji spat on the ground and imagined a love story full of grudges and affections.

"That idiot is blind to have risked his life for someone like Jun Yunxin! If he were to side with me, what woman couldn't he have?"

After cursing for a while, Junji calmed down and turned to look at the general beside him.

"Where have all the Dragon Guards gone? That bitch's men are killing like crazy in the palace, why haven't they shown up yet?"

The general shook his head, his face somewhat grim. "Your Highness, Hulong Mountain has announced its closure for a year. It is said that the order was given by the old man at the summit."

Upon hearing this terrible news, Junji was about to curse when he heard the second half of the sentence.

He promptly shut his mouth, swallowing back all his words, and spoke awkwardly.

"Emperor Wen has been detached from worldly affairs for five hundred years. He certainly does not want to get involved in the disputes of us descendants."

After thinking for a moment, Junji asked, "What did the Observatory say? Are they not going to handle this matter?"

"Your Highness, the Imperial Observatory has never participated in the power struggles of the imperial court. They are extremely cunning, handling everything meticulously so as not to offend anyone. The people we sent have not yet returned; they are probably being treated to good food and drink inside, and we are unlikely to see them again."

"Are any of the chief eunuchs in the South Tower willing to support me?"

"Your Highness, several chief eunuchs are currently guarding the Tianqi Palace, I'm afraid..."

"Good! Good! Good!"

The series of news reports made Junji's face grow increasingly grim. He stared intently in the direction of the Vermilion Bird Gate with a dark expression.

"Why haven't the guards at Xuanwu Gate arrived yet? Weren't we told to come and protect the emperor right away?"

The words had barely left his lips when a messenger from Xuanwu Gate arrived on horseback at breakneck speed.

The messenger knelt down, prostrate on the ground, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"Your Highness, there's an old Taoist priest sitting on the Xuanwu Gate!"

"A Taoist priest? Where did this Taoist priest come from? Don't tell me that your five thousand Xuanwu Gate guards and three thousand Imperial Guards, a total of eight thousand men, can't take down a single Taoist priest?"

Seeing Junji's fury, the messenger hesitated for a moment before stammering out his message.

"Your Highness, that old Taoist priest was sitting on the city wall playing the zither. He had an extraordinary demeanor. General Ye suspected that the old priest must have something to rely on and told us not to act rashly."

Junji trembled with anger at the extremely cowardly statement. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the kneeling messenger.

"Useless! All of you are useless! You were scared out of your wits by an old Taoist priest!"

Seeing Junji's murderous look, the messenger, who caught a glimpse of the maid's corpse beside him, felt a chill run down his spine. He racked his brains, trying to recall any useful information, and finally managed to utter a sentence after a long while.

"Your Highness, the old Taoist priest said his surname was Li, his given name was Xuan, and his Taoist name was Guiyi."

Before Junji could react, his face contorted with rage, he shouted angrily:

"So what? Even if he is a Celestial Martial Saint, you can still send a group of people over..."

Junji didn't finish his sentence because Linjian Sanren forcefully interrupted his roar.

When the messenger mentioned the old Taoist priest, the hermit's expression changed slightly.

When he heard about the old Taoist priest who dared to single-handedly stop the entire guard of Xuanwu Gate, he immediately thought of the current Celestial Master of the Taoist ancestral temple, Sixiang Mountain, or one of the high-ranking Taoist priests in purple robes.

If these are the people who did this, it's not surprising. The question is whether this was their own personal behavior or a gamble by the Taoist sect.

These two represent completely different things.

But as his name and Taoist title entered his ears, his expression changed drastically, and he was no longer as calm as before.

No matter how fierce the fighting was in the palace, it was only ordinary soldiers who were lost, and at most a group of innate grandmasters who died. For these celestial martial saints, it was almost impossible to stop them from escaping.

But if it were the number one in the world who came, and he were still hopping around here, I'm afraid by this time next year, the grass on his grave would be several meters high!