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

The vendors on both sides sat under the awning, their eyes wide with curiosity as they looked at the strange procession.

There's going to be some excitement today, great! Great!

Before long, another group came from the other end of the street.

The leader was a boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, followed by five young men of similar age.

The same aggressive demeanor, the same proud stride.

Further away, several soldiers with swords at their waists stood under a tree, craning their necks to watch the scene on the street.

"Can we win?"

"Of course she can! Surely the young lady can beat anyone?"

"But the young lady is only seven years old, isn't that a bit too young? Look at those young men over there, they're all teenagers, and they don't seem to have much sense of martial ethics."

"That's alright. In Lingzhou, who would dare to lay a hand on the young lady?"

"Do you think it's possible that those stupid boys don't recognize the young lady?"

The once confident centurion lost all confidence after a single sentence from his subordinate. He looked at the group led by Mu Ling'er, then at the several burly young men opposite him, and his tone changed.

"Damn it, keep a close eye on them. If anything goes wrong, give these bastards a good beating!"

Also, make sure you remember their faces clearly, and see whose kid it is. When this is all over, have their fathers come and pick them up in person.

They've even dared to try and steal the young lady's territory! Unbelievable! Do they all think they're so lucky?!

Just then, a gentle voice seamlessly joined the conversation.

"It doesn't have to be that serious. We all grew up fighting like this. A lesson is enough. There's no need to make a big fuss."

The sudden sound startled several soldiers, who blurted out a sentence without thinking.

"Who are you? Do you even know who that little girl is? Stop talking nonsense..."

Suddenly asked a question, Mu An, who had just finished shopping, was a little confused.

Good grief, who am I? How could I not recognize the child I raised?

The voice abruptly stopped, and the centurion turned around, saw who it was, and froze on the spot.

"Mu Mu Mu... Lord Mu... What brings you here..."

Mu An shook the candied hawthorn she was carrying and pointed to the girl in the middle of the street.

"I was shopping and stopped by here to take a look."

After saying that, Mu An ignored the soldiers' expressions, took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, and handed them to the soldiers.

"I'll bet my kid can't beat me a dinner. Anyone want to bet?"

Several soldiers stood trembling, staring at the melon seeds in Mu An's hand, unsure whether to accept them or not.

Finally, the centurion in charge stepped forward and spoke up to explain.

"Sir, we'll go teach those brats a lesson right away. We'll make sure the young lady isn't laid a finger on."

Looking at the menacing centurion, Mu An gently shook his head, and with a flick of his free hand, several wooden chairs emerged from the soil.

He pointed to the wooden chair and laughed.

"Don't be nervous, just watch. I'm also curious to see if the little guy can win."

"But..." The centurion wanted to insist, but Mu An ignored him and sat down on his own, looking at Mu Ling'er, who was confronting the boy opposite her in the middle of the street.

"When children fight, adults shouldn't interfere too much. Otherwise, even if they win, it's an unfair victory. They should just sit still."

Seeing Mu An like this, the centurion dared not say anything more and sat down on one side of the chair.

Despite it being March, he was sweating profusely.

At that moment, the centurion's mind went blank, filled only with images of those stupid boys.

If they win, what will happen? Everyone knows that Lord Mu is petty. He may say that, but if the young lady is really wronged, these stupid boys will probably be skinned alive!

The other soldiers followed suit and sat down, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

It wasn't that they wanted to tremble, but sitting in front of their boss watching kids fight, especially since one of the kids was from their boss's family, was just too nerve-wracking.

Mu An glanced at them but didn't say anything; his attention was focused on the two groups of children in the middle of the street.

If this were in my previous life, fighting, especially a group fight, would undoubtedly have been a terrible thing.

Such a serious offense is considered one of the most severe for a child and often results in a severe reprimand.

But in fact, before the advent of the internet and mobile phones, fighting was a common occurrence and could even be considered an essential part of a child's growth.

In more serious cases, it's not entirely impossible for someone to be crippled or even killed.

However, with the development of the times and the stability of the past ten or twenty years, most people have forgotten what happened, or perhaps it is because they are getting older that they have gradually embellished their past memories.

As a result, most people have gradually come to believe that children fighting is a very, very serious matter.

In this world, fighting is perfectly normal.

Being a "good baby" or "someone else's child" isn't actually that endearing.

Children fight, and adults fight too; they've been fighting since they were little.

From one-on-one duels to large-scale brawls between two villages.

Mu An himself went through this process; when he was eight years old, he had already become the king of the children in Qing'an County.

Even those teenagers and thugs in their twenties were beaten black and blue by him.

Now, looking at Mu Ling'er, who also seems to be becoming a leader among children, he is curious about just how far the little one can go.

He was very curious about how Mu Ling'er would react after winning or losing the fight.

The boy opposite spoke first, "Where did this little brat come from? Don't you know this Locust Blossom Street is our territory? If you want to play here, you have to pay us protection money. It doesn't have to be much, just a steamed bun will do."

Mu Ling'er, so small, looked up at the boy who was much taller than her.

She snorted coldly, and two taller boys under her command stood behind her, forming left and right protectors.

"Is this Locust Flower Street registered in your name or something? It's ours now! We don't have any steamed buns, but we do have a pair of fists. Want some?"

Under the tree, watching the plot unfold, Mu An almost burst out laughing.

He really didn't expect the little one to speak so bluntly. In front of Xiao He and Xiao Lü, Mu Ling'er was always well-behaved and obedient.

There was no other reason; it was simply because Xiao He was really daring to beat Mu Ling'er. The two of them running around the yard was a regular occurrence in the Mu family.

Later, Mu An felt that Xiao He was a bit obsessed, so he simply deprived her of the right to use a stick. He said it was fine to hit her, but she was only allowed to use her hands.

It's her own fault that Mu Ling'er got away; no one will help her.

Although Mu Ling'er was a bit mischievous in front of Mu An, she was at least polite, and Mu An actually quite enjoyed her occasional coquettish behavior.

Unexpectedly, the little guy looked like this out of their sight; it was quite a novel sight!

He was so engrossed in watching that he forgot about the sunflower seeds in his hand and kept muttering to himself.

"Why are you fighting like this? You should have thrown a left hook right now."

"Still inexperienced. You have to finish off someone after they're down, why do you just ignore them after knocking them down!"

"Ugh! That's so stupid, you should have kicked it!"

"Why bother with rules when fighting? Just fight however works!"

The chaotic fighting between the two sides lasted for about fifteen minutes. As Mu An had expected, it ended with Mu Ling'er's side conceding defeat.

Perhaps because Mu Ling'er was too young, the other group of boys took good care of her, only greeting her briefly from behind.

Mu An's relatively restrained behavior prompted him to withdraw his hands from behind his back.

He admitted that he spoke too soon, and that fighting was not a good idea.

When the little guy was about to cry, he almost couldn't resist hitting him.

Fighting is one thing, but you can't let your own child get hurt!

Besides, what's the big deal about bullying the small? It's perfectly reasonable for him to teach the small lesson!

At the end of the scene, surrounded by an increasing number of onlookers on the street, Mu Ling'er, with slightly red eyes, uttered a harsh threat to the boy opposite her.

"You're outmatched this time, but just you wait, we'll settle this once and for all in a month!"

After saying that, Mu Ling'er lowered her head, threw a few copper coins on the ground, and turned to walk away.

As luck would have it, the direction she was walking in overlapped with the location where Mu An was.

After walking only two hundred meters, the little guy's evasive gaze met Mu An's under the tree.