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

In front of family and friends, Mu An has always been a very talkative person.

When Mu Ping was still alive, he and Mu Ping would walk from one end of Qing'an County to the other, chatting about everything from the trivialities of daily life to the rise and fall of dynasties.

Mu Ping, who was not from a wealthy or powerful family and did not like reading, did not know much.

Getting him to wield a knife and kill someone is not difficult, but getting him to sit in the academy and listen attentively to the teacher's lectures is no different from taking his life.

Mu An understood that Mu Ping didn't understand his reasoning or his thoughts, but since Mu Ping was willing to listen, he was willing to talk.

Whether Mu Ping wanted to hear what he had to say, or he wanted Mu Ping to listen, Mu An didn't care about the relationship between them; it was simply a way of communicating.

Later, Mu Ping left, and the people who listened to him changed to Xiao Lü and Xiao He. The topics of conversation also changed from national affairs to trivial matters of life, mostly saying things that were somewhat out of step with the times.

The two had heard a lot about it before, but they heard it even more often later.

The two, who only began learning to read after entering the Mu family, naturally couldn't understand Mu An's reasoning, but Mu An didn't care; it was enough that someone was listening.

Even though the two men sometimes said he was "crazy," he didn't really care.

Even a small impact is still a good thing, even if it only affects the people around you and makes your life a little more pleasant.

As for Mu Ling'er, she is still too young. Mu An rarely teaches her principles and mostly just wants to give her a happy childhood.

Now, Mu An tells Geng Wu and Geng Liu about everything he has seen and heard in the past few months, from the girls in the red-light district to the romantic affairs of the border region.

He paid attention to their emotions and spoke in a way that they could understand.

As they chatted, Gengwu and Gengliu lost their initial nervousness.

Putting aside the time he was stabbing people, Mu An is actually a very easy-going person. He is not impatient and rarely forces others to do anything.

After a few drinks, Geng Wu and Geng Liu blended in with the atmosphere and gradually shook off their initial unease upon seeing Mu An.

God knows how they felt when Mu An came to their door with gifts!

The mounds of corpses on Mount Qi and the mountains of bodies and seas of blood beneath the Vermilion Bird Gate are still vivid in my mind. How could I not be afraid when such a "god of slaughter" comes knocking on my door?

Moreover, being a member of the Dark Feather Guard is a high-risk profession, and three of their colleagues of the same rank have just died.

Even though they knew Mu An wouldn't attack them without reason, they still felt uneasy whenever they were near him.

But Mu An didn't understand the "subtext" and insisted on dragging them to drink together.

How can we refuse? The big boss has spoken; what does it mean to not give him face?

With hearts full of trepidation, Geng Wu and Geng Liu stepped into the top of the Star-Picking Pavilion, dumbfounded.

The Star-Picking Pavilion is the tallest building in Qi'an City and the most brilliant pearl of the Great Qi, symbolizing the supreme authority of the royal family.

Those who can ascend to the top of the Star-Picking Pavilion are undoubtedly only a select few who are most valued by those in power.

Strictly speaking, without Jun Yunxin's existence, an ordinary Celestial Martial Saint might never have the opportunity to step into it in their entire life.

This is a tremendous honor, a supreme privilege of the Great Enlightenment.

Geng Wu and Geng Liu had thought that Mu An would take them to the most luxurious restaurant in Qi'an City for drinks, but they never imagined that they would step into the top of the Zhaixing Pavilion.

For them, drinking and admiring the moon atop the Star-Picking Pavilion is undoubtedly something they can brag about for a lifetime.

As a result, they were extremely cautious, like country bumpkins visiting the city, finding everything new and exciting, afraid of breaking the rules or accidentally breaking some treasure.

But once they started talking to Mu An, and with the added stimulation of alcohol, that fear and unease were thrown to the back of their minds.

Both were in their forties. Although one was single and the other had a family, they were both geniuses in their youth who could become the Dark Feather Guard's Golden Token.

Who hasn't been full of youthful vigor?

Fine wine and beautiful women, the chance to be ennobled and appointed as prime minister—who hasn't had grand ambitions?

Mu An, in his early twenties, had already enjoyed the company of many beauties in the capital and was accustomed to a life of romance and pleasure.

In his career, he even wielded a sword and stormed into the palace, reaching the pinnacle of the Great Qi Dynasty.

They achieved the status of a Celestial Martial Saint in martial arts, reaching the peak they had once longed for.

It can be said that Mu An's experience is the embodiment of their dreams when they were young.

A young man who was never defeated by reality, who never encountered setbacks or hardships, who forged ahead and climbed to the top.

Isn't this also what they once hoped for most of themselves?

Intoxication can cloud judgment; when people drink too much, they become bolder.

A group of brothers who are usually as thin-skinned as paper can collectively water trees in the middle of the night when no one is around, which becomes indecent and undignified.

From being cautious and meticulous to being all over each other and talking nonsense, it's all just a matter of two jugs of wine.

As for Mu An himself, he didn't really care about these things; he only came because Lin Li suggested he come here.

The Star-Picking Pavilion was indeed the most magnificent he had ever seen in his life. Even in the world he had lived in before, he had never seen a more luxurious building than the Star-Picking Pavilion.

A thousand-meter-high pavilion might have been possible to build in the past, but due to various reasons, such a building never appeared.

But that's all there is to it. His improved cultivation level has made him no longer as anxious and confused as before, nor bothered by all sorts of trivial matters.

He lacked neither money nor power; as for status, he considered it merely an add-on to both.

He doesn't believe there's any place in the world he can't go; even if he can't now, he certainly can in the future.

There's nothing to be uneasy about in that case.

Lin Li is always thoughtful in her work. She informed Jun Yunxin in advance that the top of the Star-Picking Pavilion would not be open to others tonight.

He personally spent a long time selecting from the imperial kitchen, finally choosing a wine with a low alcohol content and a rich aroma.

Mu An usually enjoys drinking, and she knew that.

After all, he always carried a gourd of wine on his person, and you could smell the faint aroma of wine from time to time. The aroma of wine did not have a fixed flavor and changed among various fruit wines and flower wines.

Such a person wouldn't be fond of strong liquor. More importantly, Mu An invited two wounded Dark Feather Guards, so choosing low-alcohol liquor would undoubtedly be more appropriate.

Lin Li had the Star-Picking Pavilion prepare for the reception in advance, including fine wine, before she went to attend to her own business.

Mu An helped her last night, so she will naturally do her best to help.

Everything was arranged perfectly, and Mu An was in a good mood.

He drank four pots of wine in total, but he wasn't drunk. However, Geng Wu and Geng Liu were completely drunk and lay in the arms of the palace maids, refusing to get up.

The palace maids of Zhaixing Pavilion were quite experienced. They maintained their smiles while gently stroking the two drunkards and chatting with Geng Wu and Geng Liu.