Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 118 What skills does he possess?
"You told me you were hiding your abilities," Jiang Jinyue couldn't help but say.

"If your skills and physique aren't strong enough, you'll lose your life. Little girl, you're still far from that level. If I really had to use this skill, you might die!"

Having entered the Daoist path at the age of six and cultivated for twenty-six years, Jiang Jinyue was once told that his cultivation was inadequate.

But she doesn't care.

He raised his hand and threw the long sword at Lin Jiang:

"Catch the knife!"

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Jiang reached out his arm. In mid-air, the pile of heads sensed the chilling aura of the blade and formed a fleshy wall to block it, trying to push the long sword back.

The longsword, capable of being pierced with stars, possessed its own unique abilities. As so many enemies drew closer, a cold snort emanated from the longsword.

With a sudden flick of its wrist in mid-air, it drew a bright streak of light, severing three or four heads before landing directly in Lin Jiang's hands.

Lin Jiang was carrying a knife, but he had never learned any knife skills, so for a moment he didn't know whether he should hold it with his right hand or his left.

In the end, the long sword adapted on its own, turning its blade outwards.

"Young man, have you cultivated one Qi?"

"The basics for getting started are essential."

"Pour it into my body," the longsword said. "This method requires a burst of Qi, a complete cycle once. Don't hold back."

"it is good."

Lin Jiang raised his blade and closed his eyes.

His body began to surge like a hot furnace. He looked inward at the golden figures in the palace, as if they had received a message. The leader stood on a high place, raised his arm and waved it. The others produced small shovels in their hands, covered with golden dust. They were handed to Lin Jiang's arm one by one, and then moved up the arm to his palm.

The surging torrent flowed into the longsword.

"Good, that's powerful enough!"

A faint light began to emanate from the top of the longsword, shining upwards.

Only now did Lin Jiang realize that there were seven stars engraved on the knife.

Fireflies flickered along the blade's spine, starlight shone in succession, and pearls reflected the moon.

However, even after all the starlight above the blade was lit up, the Qi within Lin Jiang's body did not stop.

Suddenly, green buds sprouted from the knife-cutting edge, and in an instant, branches sprouted and buds formed, blossoming into a bowl-sized camellia.

In an instant, we were in perfect harmony.

When I opened my eyes again, it seemed as if a stormy night was unfolding before me.

The swordsman in black robes stood alone atop the mountain, his blade pointing to the sky. The moment his thought stirred, his sword was already reaching for the heavens.

Grass and trees grew rampant at the hilt of the knife, and even the wilderness at the foot of Linjiang was dyed green, and in a short time the greenery filled the sky.

With a single swing of the belt and the blade, he brought it down.

A chilling glint tore through the night!

The blade was as fast as a shadow, flashing for hundreds of feet before slashing down, causing the wind to suddenly shift to both sides.

The centipede, which was laughing wildly in the air in the distance, also sensed the wind pressure of this strike.

"What skill do you possess to break through the Star Point? What methods do you employ to harm me?"

Bai Zifeng laughed wildly, intending to use his physical body to withstand Lin Jiang's knife strike!

The blade struck flesh, and in the blink of an eye, the centipede was split in two, severing into two segments!

The centipede, which was originally clumped together, somehow separated into segments from top to bottom along the middle, without any discrepancy.

The receding blade light did not stop; the darkness, which had been as sticky as glue, trembled and retreated as if alive, and a three-foot-wide blue sky was torn open from the blade mark.

The sun had not yet risen, but the starlight was already reflected in the sky.

A thick, surging wind burst forth from the cracked darkness, and where it swept, wild grasses grew wildly, vines wove a green net, and flower buds rustled as they bloomed one after another.

The two people beside them even saw a tree rise from the ground, its tender green buds turning into a huge, drooping tree in the blink of an eye, covering half of the dead darkness.

The centipede's mangled body convulsed and crashed to the ground.

The stalls are set up on both sides.

From that wound, vegetation grew wildly, reaching straight into the sky.

With a single slash, Lin Jiang was already drenched in sweat. He leaned on his sword, panting, utterly exhausted.

The last time I had this feeling was when I was a beginner, sparring with Xiaoshan Shen.

At that time, Lin Jiang didn't have much Qi left in his body, and he naturally became weak after using it up.

However, even though his internal energy is many times greater than when he first started out, he still feels weak after exerting all his strength to slash with the blade in his hand.

Looking up, the dark curtain that blotted out the sky was already showing spiderweb-like cracks, and the roots of newly grown plants were devouring the boundless dark domain.

At this scale, if Lin Jiang could make a few more cuts and spend a few days, he might be able to wipe out this entire dark area.

But he simply didn't have the strength to do it.

When Lin Jiang looked down at the long sword in his hand, he was surprised to find that the sword was also trembling.

Flowers were still blooming on the hilt of the long sword, swaying gently in the night breeze. "Are you alright?"

Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He never expected that after he poured his spiritual energy into the longsword, large flowers would bloom on it.

"fine……"

The sound of the blade was muffled, and the large flower that bloomed on the blade trembled slightly in the wind, suggesting that something was not amiss.

"That's good."

He looked at Jiang Jinyue beside him, who was snapping out of her daze at the scene before her.

The girl walked up to Lin Jiang with a complicated look in her eyes, and Lin Jiang returned the long knife to her.

Jiang Jinyue stroked the long sword in front of her and said, "Senior, growing such a flower is quite suitable for you."

"Little girl, when we get back to the capital, I will definitely tell on you!"

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Kang the Fool and his group, who were still some distance away, finally had time to approach. They gazed at the distant darkness, noticing the sprawling vegetation. Kang the Fool, the leader, murmured:
"This should be alright, right..."

"Probably," Lin Jiang said, unsure.

Kang Shazi stared at the vast black fog in the distance. Although he could sense that the fog was extremely dangerous, he was helpless at the moment. He could only sigh in distress, then pat his face and try to cheer himself up.

"Bai Zifeng is dead, and the remaining bandits of Feng'ao Mountain are no longer a threat. It's still dark, so let's take advantage of this time to go up the mountain together and take over Feng'ao Mountain!"

"Okay. But how do you explain this big lump of flesh?"

Lin Jiang pointed to the mass of flesh and blood that was sealed off by Gong Xuan to the side.

The monsters of that ferocious group were not dead; they were merely sealed off by Gong Xuan's methods.

Kang the Fool was confused:
"I know those three brothers. They're just petty thieves. Why not just kill them?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang frowned slightly.
"What do you mean? You think these three are just petty thieves?"

"Huh? Aren't those three petty thieves?" Kang Shazi was even more confused.

Lin Jiang turned his head and glanced at the enormous mass of flesh and blood.

This thing...

It's probably not as simple as it seems.

……

As dawn broke, the third wave of fleeing bandits ran into the horse caravan.

When Kang the Fool detained these greedy lackeys, the gold jewelry they carried was still covered in dust from the warehouse.

With a knife to their throats, the bandits pieced together fragmented confessions to reveal the chaos at Feng'ao Mountain:

Most of the "heroes" were dead, and even those who survived were severely injured and suffered extremely serious mental trauma, driving some to madness.

Seeing that they had lost their leader and noticing the strange atmosphere on the mountain, the other bandits all decided to retreat.

Some of the more timid ones packed up their belongings and ran down the mountain, while the bolder ones went to the treasury at the back of the mountain, ransacked it, and used their old bandit skills before heading down the mountain with bulging bags of treasure.

Some were even blinded by the treasures in the mountains, and they started fighting amongst themselves, killing each other on the mountain.

Overnight, Feng'ao Mountain was in complete chaos.

When their caravan stopped at the foot of Feng'ao Mountain, Kang Shazi also looked up with a complicated expression, gazing at the howling peaks and thick, dark clouds on Feng'ao Mountain.

With his eyes half-closed, Kang Shazi couldn't help but recall events from a long time ago.

It was a gathering on the mountain, with the windows and doors open, and the morning sunlight streaming in and onto the table in the mountains.

Once upon a time, his best buddies raised their glasses in a toast, and his eldest brother, sitting in the main seat, pushed his glass towards him:

"Brother Kang! Why the long face? Come and have a taste, I just made some good wine!"

It had been a long time, and in Kang Shazi's memory, his elder brother's face had become somewhat blurry; he only remembered that rough voice.

When I opened my eyes again, the long road leading up the mountain was covered in blood.

There was blood, and broken silver and copper coins stained with blood.

Some of the blood had dried, sticking the money to the ground.

"Go up the mountain."

On their way up the mountain, they encountered several bandits who were planning to abscond with the money. These people were not very skilled, and Lin Jiang and his two companions didn't even need to lift a finger; Kang Shazi's brothers easily killed them.

When they reached the mountain, many bandits were fighting amongst themselves. When they saw Kang Shazi's group, they were so frightened that they scattered immediately.

But there was nowhere to escape on the mountain, and before long, they were all captured by Kang Shazi's men and beheaded.

When they pushed open the sturdy gate of the mountain stronghold and arrived at the former council hall, the thick stench of blood forced everyone to back away.

Kang the Fool stared blankly at the pile of blood and flesh on the table, a low, bitter smile on his face:

"Feng Aoshan, Feng Aoshan... bold words to save the Northwest, what a damn bold words..."

P.S.: I have a fever...

(End of this chapter)