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

On the last day of the thirtieth year of Chengtai, Mu'an spent it on the shore of the East China Sea.

The three of them walked and stopped frequently, finally arriving at their initial destination three days before the New Year.

Because it was winter, Mu'an deliberately headed towards the south coast of the East China Sea, eventually arriving at a tropical seaside city.

The temperature on the beach was just right, neither too hot nor too cold, perfect for a vacation and sightseeing.

They gazed at the boundless East China Sea from the beach and also savored the local delicacies in the seaside town.

As the year drew to a close, the palace tried to contact them. Mu An didn't know what they talked about, but after they finished, Jun Yunxin jumped out of the carriage in a huff and gave her brother a good scolding.

She didn't say much, only that Jun Yunhua was a good-for-nothing, and also told Mu An that his useless uncle had become the Minister of Revenue.

The dozen or so people who originally remained in Qi'an City were all incorporated into the new emperor's army and placed in more important positions.

On the first day of the new year, the reign title will also be changed from Chengtai to Huaan.

Mu An did not comment on this.

Changing the reign title is a very normal thing, but if he remembers correctly, when they fought for the throne last year, all they brought to Qi'an City were thugs, not a single person was capable of governing the country.

He dared not say that others necessarily lacked such talent, but he was well aware that his nominal uncle was definitely not capable of becoming a minister.

They had communicated a few times before, but the results were never pleasant. One was arrogant and intolerant of any flaws, while the other was skilled in martial arts and open-minded. It goes without saying what would happen.

As a result, Mu Ping rarely allowed Mu An to have contact with his uncle, and even visits to the Mu family ancestral home became much less frequent.

While it is said that times create heroes, if one has experienced enough things and stood at the forefront of the times, a county town can assemble the original team that started the fight for the country.

However, some positions do require certain abilities, especially at crucial junctures of power struggles, where capable individuals are needed to step up.

Randomly putting someone in charge will only make things spiral out of control.

More importantly, the official positions in the Daqi court were mostly filled by one person at a time, the result of hundreds of years of mutual infighting and compromise, with the major factions maintaining a relatively stable state.

The new emperor's actions have undoubtedly angered the public. If the appointed officials are also incompetent and someone finds fault with them, no one knows what the outcome will be.

Perhaps because she didn't want these things to affect her mood, after cursing for about half an hour, Jun Yunxin never mentioned the palace again.

In a fit of pique, she even kicked and destroyed the sand city she had painstakingly built.

As soon as the first one was kicked and broken, the little princess collapsed onto the beach, tears streaming down her face, until Lin Li rebuilt it for her, at which point she stopped crying and started laughing.

She doesn't look like a princess at all; she's more like a little girl throwing a tantrum.

Several other literati from the seaside town also sat on the beach, drinking and composing poetry, just like them.

Perhaps Jun Yunxin's appearance was too funny, because one of the young scholars, after drinking a little wine, was inspired to compose a poem that was not so beautiful.

He even moved closer to them, saying he hoped to invite her to dance.

Before Jun Yunxin could get angry, Lin Li had already stormed forward, cursing the lecherous young man as she buried the bruised and swollen young men in the sand, leaving only a few heads sticking out that were too painful to look at.

Lin Li deprived the group of even the right to speak, and buried them for a full hour before finally releasing the terrified young people.

Jun Yunxin herself didn't bother with these idle people; she just played around with the sand city that Lin Li had built for her.

And every now and then, when Lin Li and Mu An weren't looking, he would grab a handful of sand and secretly smear it all over their faces.

Lin Li and Mu An cooperated well, pretending to have been ambushed, and threw a few handfuls of sand at Jun Yunxin, making her laugh uncontrollably while clutching her stomach.

The three of them lived a simple life. During the day, they would relax by the sea, grill seafood and barbecue, and in the evening, they would find a famous restaurant to try the local specialties.

This went on for three days in a row.

Jun Yunxin is eating less and less, and sleeping more and more each day.

She would lie on the sun lounger and fall asleep, and when she woke up again, it was often already dusk.

He wouldn't stay awake for long; he could fall asleep again while sitting at the dining table.

On this last night of Chengtai's 30th anniversary, they booked the largest restaurant in the area and ordered all its famous dishes.

Jun Yunxin has a very small appetite; she only ate five bites of food in total.

No matter how Lin Li fed her or coaxed her, she kept her lips closed and refused to open her mouth.

This scene made Mu An even more silent.

His spiritual power is no longer of much use.

He watched helplessly as Lin Li carried the unconscious Jun Yunxin to bed, while he sat alone at the table, staring blankly at the dishes laid out on it.

After a short while, he heard Lin Li's extremely restrained sobs.

The sound was very soft, but it didn't escape his ears, and it made him feel somewhat irritated.

Many images flashed through Mu An's mind. In a daze, he suddenly realized that he had known this little princess for three and a half years.

Many things happened in between, from initial dislike to being inexplicably given important responsibilities, and now to this level of trust.

What happened during that time was somewhat dramatic, even somewhat deliberate.

He's not stupid; of course he can guess some of the possible reasons.

There's no reason why Jun Yunxin would give him so many benefits when they weren't familiar with each other, thus laying the initial foundation for his cultivation path.

He never said that he cultivated the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth, and at that time, he had not even reached the Innate level, so he did not show any special qualities.

But the first spiritual item Jun Yunxin gave him was a Five Elements spiritual item.

He believed more that it was an inevitability resulting from the intertwining of cause and effect than a coincidence.

This is especially true when considering what Jun Yunxin suddenly said at the foot of Tianzhu Mountain that day.

As for whether it was his own uniqueness or the ancient book he possessed that caused all this, Mu An had no answer at the moment, nor was he in a hurry to find out.

That's a matter for the future; as time goes by, we'll eventually find the answer.

Do what you're at.

He stood up and paced back and forth between the table and the window.

Finally, he stopped by the window, staring blankly at the empty street.

The Spring Festival in the coastal city was far less lively than in Qi'an City. The streets were deserted, with no sign of human life, which inevitably made people feel a little lonely.

In fact, this is the case in most places during the Spring Festival, with few people on the streets. Qi'an City is a rare exception.

Mu An's gaze swept across the street, looking at the houses on both sides.

Lights were on in every house. He couldn't see what was inside, but he could imagine how lively it must be.

Some families might eat dumplings, while others might cook as many dishes as possible.

He didn't know what the customs of the people in the seaside town were, but he was sure that the people inside were laughing, enjoying a happy family reunion.

After a while, footsteps came from behind, followed by uncontrollable crying.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Lin Li, her hair disheveled, slumped over the table, her head buried in her arms, looking like a lump of mud, dazed and listless, without a trace of spirit.

After a long while, as the crying gradually subsided, Mu An suddenly walked to Lin Li's side.

He picked up the cup and poured a glass of warm water into it.

He then drew his Flowing Cloud sword and slashed his arm, the blood with five distinct patterns dripping down his arm and staining the warm water in the cup red.

Looking at his blood, which faintly shimmered with five colors, Mu An's eyes darkened considerably.

Sure enough, his blood was no longer the same color.

A few years ago it was a pure dark red, but now it has changed color.