Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 100 Farewell
Despite being flesh and blood without a soul, it was able to walk such a long way with great vigor, and even fight with the leader of the Baishan Sect in a braised meat stall.

Just by looking at him, one can see that Feng Aoshan has many strange and unusual abilities.

Since it no longer possessed the three souls and seven spirits, the tiger robe refused to eat anything more and went straight to Lin Jiang, crying and complaining:
"Young master, although other families prefer plump women who are good at bearing children, you can't force meat into my mouth! I can't swallow anymore, I really can't swallow any more!"

The lantern in his arms peeked out, and he cursed:
"You shameless hussy, it's one thing to not be able to eat, but to take the opportunity to cling to your lover, what kind of logic is that? Bah! Shameless! Your face is thicker than an iron wall!"

The tiger-robed man was not to be outdone: "What? My cloak was born to drape over the young master's back. As for your lantern, let alone being close to his body, it would be a blessing if the young master were to carry you!"

He raised his head again, looking at the lantern with a hint of mockery:
"Aren't you angry? Aren't you angry? The lantern can only stay in the palm of your hand, it can't be stuck to the young master's body!"

"you!"

The pale blue light on the lantern's surface visibly turned crimson, and even faintly began to rise into mist.

"You bitch! You want to duel me? I'll beat you to a pulp today, or I'm not a real woman!"

"Hehe, I currently have two 'evil spirits' residing in my teeth: one is the Hundred-Faced Mountain Bandit, and the other is Master Curse Master. Why would I be afraid of you?"

The two magical artifacts rolled to the ground and became tangled together.

Lin Jiang stared in their direction and couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

In the dim light, he seemed to see two women rolling on the ground, tearing at each other's hair.

Seeing the two magical weapons clashing more and more fiercely, kicking up dust everywhere, Lin Jiang had no choice but to pick one up with each hand and try to mediate:
"Why argue? It's not good to really hurt feelings."

"Hmph, who has real feelings for her?"

The two children still couldn't stand each other and snorted at each other.

However, the luminous pearl peeked out from Lin Jiang's sleeve and let out a deep sigh:
"Brother, you're so lucky! You have two beautiful young women fighting over you."

Lin Jiang: "?"

He first looked at the lantern in his left hand, then at the tiger skin in his right hand, and really couldn't tell that these two people looked like girls at all.

Perhaps magical artifacts possess their own unique aesthetic?

Seeing the commotion around Lin Jiang, Tai Nanzi subconsciously reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although he had always stayed on Ta Yunxia, ​​he had met quite a few martial arts practitioners over the years due to the grand ceremony. Among them were several people with plenty of silver in their pockets who would buy some rare and wonderful magical treasures to carry with them.

But this was the first time Tai Nanzi had ever seen someone as boisterous as Lin Jiang.

Tai Nanzi had not learned the art of hearing, so he didn't actually know what these treasures were doing; he just felt that they were quite energetic.

After calming the baby down, Lin Jiang began to touch the accountant, who was now only half a man, and found a writing brush, an abacus, and two pieces of something that looked like wooden handles on his body.

The black and red wooden handle covered with translucent human skin was easily identified as a part of a shadow puppet by a little handling. However, the black and red evil aura surrounding it and the rotting skin like snakes crawled up Lin Jiang's fingertips.

It doesn't seem like a good item.

Lin Jiang concentrated, placed his hands behind his ears to receive sounds, regulated his breathing, and used his hearing technique to listen to the sounds of the three objects on the ground.

The judge's pen was silent, merely an iron weapon with an invisible handle, nothing particularly special.

The abacus made a sound, but it was muffled, like the clanging of metal.

Lin Jiang asked Ye Mingzhu what was going on, and Ye Mingzhu explained to him:

"Many magical artifacts, once forged, lack independent consciousness. It's quite difficult to get them to speak. If they can produce a sound like metal clashing against stone, that's already considered excellent."

With a hint of melancholy, he added:

“Rare and precious materials may be able to develop spiritual awareness at first, but others may not be able to develop even a trace of divine consciousness even after many years. Even if they do, they are only just starting out as innate treasures. The path of cultivation is long, not only for naturally born spiritual beings, but also for us magical treasures.”

"Brother, you must be a genius born from heaven?"

“No.” The luminous pearl swayed slightly: “At first, I was just like this abacus, only able to make a buzzing sound. But because I was worth a few dollars, I passed through the hands of many merchants. Over the long years, I finally developed a little spiritual light. Later, I was bought by the master and had the opportunity to learn about the path of treasures. After that, I cultivated every day and finally obtained the spiritual light I have now.”

"This truly demonstrates great perseverance. Brother, your willpower is something many cultivators would find difficult to match," Lin Jiang remarked.

"It wasn't a matter of great willpower, it was just that I didn't want to waste my intelligence."

After discussing these matters with the beads, Lin Jiang turned his attention to the last treasure.

The two wooden handles can speak, but their voices are as harsh and rusty as ever:

"Material control...skin transformation..."

The luminous pearl swirled around him, its white light sweeping past before settling back onto Lin Jiang's shoulder and swaying gently.
"Brother, these two are good for nothing."

"How?"

"Their skill is to make a human skin move like a living person. Unless the skin is killed after it transforms into human form, it will be completely loyal to its master, and its entire body structure will be no different from that of a normal person." "Isn't that a wonderful use?" Lin Jiang thought about it and felt that it was actually a pretty useful method.

"In terms of efficacy alone, it is indeed a good treasure, but the problem lies in the method of preparation." The luminous pearl explained, "The two treasures are not enough to support ordinary human skin, so it needs to be processed separately. This human skin can only be made from girls under the age of sixteen. The skin must be peeled off with a knife while the girl is still alive, and she must not die after the skin is cut off. Only in this way can the yin energy be sufficient."

The luminous pearl floated onto the two human skins brought by Xiaoshan Shen:

"The human figures on these two leather paintings have been destroyed and can no longer be used to make servants. If you want to use this treasure, you will have to harm two more innocent girls."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang looked at the two wooden handles in his hands again, but he no longer had any interest in looking at the treasures.

Some things can be kept, but some things cannot.

With a clench of his five fingers, the wooden board in Lin Jiang's hand instantly shattered into dust.

“If I need attendants, I can use the robes to summon ghosts, and the lanterns can also be used to create an entourage. There is no need to rely on such despicable means.”

The bead glittered, clearly praising Lin Jiang's decision.

If there are no sentient treasures, then so be it, since a knife cannot decide who holds it. However, there are many treasures in Daxing that have their own thoughts, and some of them will actively bewitch their owners to kill.

Then it should be destroyed.

After completely destroying the two evil objects in his hands, Lin Jiang looked down at the human skin on the ground, guessing that the accountant had kidnapped a passing woman and skinned her alive to make magical artifacts.

They died tragically in life and were not able to find peace even in death.

Feng Aoshan boasted that his family was full of heroes, but based on this incident alone, he was worlds apart from the word "hero" and was nothing more than a bunch of beasts in the guise of heroes.

True heroes should indeed be free to retaliate and act without restraint, but they should also be ready to fight injustice when they see it.

Lin Jiang then bowed to Tai Nanzi:
"Taoist priest, please perform a ritual for them to help them pass on to the afterlife."

"good."

Although Ta Yunxia is a martial arts sect, it is ultimately founded by Taoists. In addition to practicing martial arts, the disciples often go to the countryside to perform rituals to make a living, so they are not unfamiliar with the practice of deliverance.

Tai Nanzi carefully put away the two human skins, preparing to take them up the mountain.

Lin Jiang looked at Tai Nanzi for a while before saying:

"You don't need to worry about the affairs at Feng'ao Mountain. I'm going to Xingyuan next, and then I'll head west to Feng'ao Mountain."

“Young master, you flatter me,” Tai Nanzi shook his head and smiled. “Now that I have broken free from the spider’s control, why would I, Ta Yunxia, ​​fear the bandits’ revenge? But young master, isn’t it a bit too hasty for you to go directly to Feng Ao Mountain now? I know you are highly skilled, but Feng Ao Mountain is still a dangerous place.”

These words are truly from the heart.

Under the starlight, people can be piled up and killed.

Although this young master is skilled, he has not yet demonstrated the miraculous abilities of a master like the one who points to the stars.

He might be unmatched in a one-on-one fight, but a mountain stronghold is still a stronghold. Who knows what those bandits of Feng'ao Mountain have put in their own mountain over the years?
"Don't worry, I'm not going to go there and fight blindly. I'll just run straight to Feng'ao Mountain." Lin Jiang laughed. "I have fewer people here, so we're a smaller target. We'll fight and retreat, and we'll make sure to give this bandit den a good beating."

Feng Aoshan's family business is vast, unlike Lin Jiang who used to kill small-time bandits alone. Although he doesn't have any experts at the Star Realm, even ants can devour an elephant.

Even with his invulnerable body, it would still be quite dangerous if he were ambushed by some strange or unusual skill or magical weapon.

Clinging to outdated methods will only lead to a lack of complete skills. It's still necessary to carefully inquire about the situation at Feng'ao Mountain from Tiepizi and Gongxuan. Only by knowing both ourselves and our enemy can we be on the safe side.

"It's a pity that Ta Yunxia is in decline and has no disciples who can achieve great things." Tai Nanzi stroked his beard and pondered, "But I can write a letter to several famous families in the world. Among the famous families in the martial arts world, there are indeed some chivalrous people. If they read the letter, they might send some experts to Feng Ao Mountain. At that time, they should be able to help you, young master."

We are deeply grateful for your hospitality.

"Not at all, it's not just about helping the young master, it's also about helping ourselves. I just don't know when the young master plans to leave?"

"I'll leave this afternoon," Lin Jiang said. "Staying in Changyun for too long, even though the braised pig's head at the foot of the mountain is delicious, I'll eventually get tired of eating the same thing all the time."

Tai Nanzi's throat tightened slightly, but he ultimately swallowed his words of entreaty and bowed deeply in solemn respect:

"On this journey, young master, I hope that your military prowess will be strong, that you will sever the lifeline of the traitors, and sever the hearts of the wicked."

Lin Jiang also bowed in return:

"I would like to borrow Dao Chang's auspicious words."

As the man in the blue robe turned, shards of gold were scattered across the stone steps.

With hands and sleeves clasped, they waved goodbye, only managing to twirl up a few unsteady green leaves from the tree.

Tai Nanzi gazed at Lin Jiang's silhouette from afar.

The sun shines brightly today, and the mountain scenery is beautiful. A handsome young man is followed by his servants, with a mountain spirit on his shoulder, walking down the bluestone, his shadow growing longer.

(End of this chapter)