Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 193 How come there's a living person in your coffin?

"You actually managed to get your hands on this?"

The onlookers were stunned and looked at each other in disbelief.

As江湖客 (jianghu ke, meaning people from all walks of life) under the general, they naturally knew several famous adjutants in the army.

Although Miss Jiang's cultivation among the various military commanders is not profound and she has not reached the Star-Pointing Realm, the Old Qi Hundred Relics Garden she possesses is a priceless treasure.

In the former Qi Kingdom, the garden of a hundred flowers was a place where countless medicines and diseases were all contained within one.

This is a very special treasure. If other Star-Pointing treasures only contain one Star-Pointing method, then this garden contains all the methods that a complete Star-Pointing treasure should possess.

Most importantly, the entire garden does not actually have its own consciousness; it only recognizes bloodlines and does not distinguish its owner. This allows Miss Jiang to use this treasure without any worries.

It was also because of the inherent effects of this treasure that Miss Jiang's cultivation abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people.

It's just that this kind of thing is truly enviable. Some people are just naturally gifted and may never be able to enter the inner sanctum in their lifetime. However, some people are born with a special talent and can grow their cultivation without worrying about food and clothing by simply doing what they like every day.

Such injustice of fate is beyond human control.

"Do I need to elaborate on my relationship with Miss Jiang?"

As the cold-faced woman finished speaking, a hint of arrogance appeared on her face.

"As expected of you, with this little bit of Star Technique help, this bounty will definitely be easy to catch."

The female Dao remains silent.

Others only saw the imposing presence, but she saw it clearly.

Miss Jiang was not good with words, and she was even more embarrassed in front of strangers. It seemed that the general had sent this woman to visit with an order. In her panic, Miss Jiang lent part of her garden.

This woman probably can't even tell the exact size of the flowerbed; she's just making it up.
Having swindled people for decades, the woman could see through their thoughts with just a hint of smugness in their eyes and a slight smile at the corner of their lips, but she was too lazy to expose them now.

"Alright, let's not delay and get going. It's not too far from here to Beizhen. If we ride at full speed, we should be able to get there before midnight."

The woman raised her hand to urge the warriors on, and the sound of horses' hooves broke the moonlight and disappeared into the night.

At the back of their procession, Kun Dao sat upright on horseback, her tail swaying as the horse moved forward.

Beside her, several martial arts practitioners seemed to want to strike up a conversation with the female Taoist, but when the words reached their lips, they didn't know what to say, and could only add:
"Your fur is beautiful."

Kun Dao turned her head to look at them and said, "Thank you."

……

Lin Jiang woke up among the haystacks, a few rays of sunlight filtering through the narrow window in the stone wall.
This is a stable; they've clearly come here after drinking too much.

Jiang Jinyue and Gong Xuan were lying on his left and right sides, respectively.

At the base of the wall, Gong Xuan curled up like a shrimp, his posture facing the wall seemingly reflecting on his past. Jiang Jinyue, on the other hand, clung to Lin Jiang's arm and leg like an octopus.

Unfortunately, Lin Jiang didn't get to experience even a sliver of its fragrance and softness.

Jiang Jinyue was a martial artist by training, and her muscles and bones were comparable to refined iron. If you were to compare her to the steel plates of the Casting Division, those cold, hard iron plates would probably be inferior by three points.

Calling her an iron-willed woman is no exaggeration.

It's just that she's petite. If Jiang Jinyue really had the figure of a double-door refrigerator, Lin Jiang would hardly even dare to imagine it.

Lin Jiang rubbed his head with his free hand, then activated his internal energy, and the drowsiness and drunkenness dissipated instantly, like morning mist meeting the sun.

This was the first time Lin Jiang had gotten drunk since he came here.

how to say.

The feeling of being drunk was quite enjoyable.

Just recalling the absurd scene of the three of them running wildly through the streets, his face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

While alcohol can enhance the mood, such drunken antics and reckless running around are ultimately shameful. One should exercise more restraint in the future.

It's estimated that it won't be long before rumors spread throughout the town about three madmen who sing in the middle of the night.

As Lin Jiang gazed at the empty alleyway, trying to gather his thoughts, he suddenly felt a slight tremor in his mind.

The sensation made Lin Jiang's eyes widen instantly.

Seems to be……

Is someone touching the coffin?

This feeling was mysterious and elusive, like the sensations I had before being transported through the coffin.

He examined it more closely and realized that it seemed the coffin from Qingniwa had been touched.

This is very strange.

He had never felt this way before.

The coffin at the Cloud Terrace should be cleaned and swept every day, so why has it ever received such a response?
The entanglements of Qingniwa became increasingly clear, and Lin Jiang even caught faint human voices:

"There seems to be something wrong with this water..."

"The coffin can't be opened."

"Hurry up! The general has specified what he wants to retrieve; there's no time to waste!"

These words...

It sounds like they're the group of men under the general!

They actually went to this place!
Lin Jiang frowned.

I've confirmed that what I heard was true.

My own coffin can actually call the police?
The question then becomes: should I use this time to teleport back directly?

It was approximately 3:45 AM, two hours before dawn.

After setting off from Qingniwa, their convoy was delayed for half a day in two towns to purchase handcarts before finally arriving at this border town at dusk.

They weren't walking very fast.

If it's only single-threaded...

I'll go there myself; I might be back within two hours.

After planning the route, Lin Jiang simply closed his eyes.

Its body instantly scattered into countless fireflies, leaving only hay and dust where it vanished.

Jiang Jinyue suddenly lost what she was holding onto, turned over in her sleep, grabbed a handful of dry grass next to her, and continued sleeping.

……

"We're going to that place. The Casting Division sent people there before, but those useless people from the Casting Division seem to have triggered a mechanism. A whole team of them were trapped inside, and they suffered extremely serious injuries."

The cold-faced woman took out a yellowed booklet from her bosom, ran her fingertips over the pages, and read aloud in a low voice:
"We've been warned to be extra careful, as there may be other dangers inside the cave."

"They're probably just some rice dumplings from tombs."

The skinny old man in the group grinned broadly.

"Although the people from the Casting Division are considered top experts in the capital, after being trapped in this godforsaken place for so long, their energy, spirit, and even their magical techniques have been thrown into disarray. They'd be lucky to be able to use even 30% of their full potential. In my opinion, it's only right that they perished in this old graveyard." These words drew nods of agreement from many martial arts practitioners.

The cold-faced woman at the head of the group nodded slightly, but her gaze immediately fell on the Kun Dao at the back of the group.

"Master, what do you think?"

"Me?" The female Taoist priest on horseback had been lost in thought until she heard someone calling her, at which point she finally snapped out of it, turned her furry head, and yawned.

She blinked:
"We haven't reached that area yet, so I can't say for sure what it will be like."

The cold-faced woman's eyebrows twitched slightly:
“I say, Master, we stood by you when we were fighting your senior brother. It’s not right for you to be so indifferent now.”

Upon hearing this, the fox revealed a clean, almost human-like smile:
"It's because I didn't get to fight my senior brother."

The cold-faced woman snorted and did not continue talking about the matter.

She didn't like this female Taoist priest very much; she found her voice unpleasant and her appearance unpleasant.

Although she had heard of this female Taoist's reputation before coming, and knew that her Taoist skills were the highest among their group, she still knew that her cultivation was only based on deception and trickery, and she had no skills in direct combat. If they were to actually engage in close combat, she was afraid she would not be able to compete with real swordsmanship.

Under the influence of a single star, it is possible to overwhelm an opponent with sheer numbers.

However, she also knew that it was not good to confront this woman at this time. It would be better to wait until she returned and find the general's men to file a complaint against her.

The group followed the winding mountain path for several miles until they finally reached the spot where the two peaks stood side by side.

The martial arts community had not searched for long when they found the fallen Dragon-Slaying Stone deep in the secluded valley. The newly opened crack on the side of the stone wall stood out even more starkly than the gray stone tablet.

"How could the rock wall beside this stone gate be so damaged?"

Several wandering swordsmen took turns examining the chisel marks, but could not discern anything amiss.

The cold-faced woman bent down and picked up a handful of pebbles:
"The group from the Casting Division probably left this way. Since they couldn't open the Dragon-Slaying Stone, they smashed down the wall next to it."

"That's quite an unusual way of thinking." The old man who had spoken earlier moved closer to the stone wall, touched the stone, and his expression changed.

"what happened?"

"Hard, so hard!" the old man muttered. "Even someone skilled in boiling stone would be unable to scrape off the stone dust without inner cultivation."

He muttered to himself again, "Damn it, it looks like they just used brute force to take it apart."

"After all, he's a big shot in the capital; he should still be able to contact some experts."

Without saying another word, the group walked straight through the gap and into the cave.

As the torch flickered, dappled light and shadow reflected off the murals on the cave walls, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded into the depths.

Some wandering swordsmen did see the murals, but they didn't pay much attention to them.

It's not gold or silver, it's not money, so what's the point of looking at these murals?

In just a short while, a half-acre cold pool suddenly appeared before them.

Looking into the distance, all I could see was the rippling lake water, with an ancient tree and a coffin in the middle.

Several men approached the edge of the pool and peered out. Suddenly, they saw the shadows of fish swaying, with various limbs growing on their green scales, reflecting an eerie, ghostly light.

Everyone vomited and staggered back; some even spat.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"This is bizarre! This is fucking unbelievable!!"

Even seasoned swordsmen who are used to the ways of the world can't help but sweat when they see this.

The group was unsure if there was any danger in the water. The old man who had been feeling the cracks in the rocks pondered for a moment before pulling a small paper boat from his robes.

With a breath, he blew, and the paper boat swelled in the wind, transforming into a wooden boat over ten feet long, which then landed in the lake.

The old man looked smug and raised his hand to call everyone onto the boat, but unexpectedly, cracks suddenly appeared on the hull, and the boat melted away inch by inch like spring snow meeting the sun.

"How could it be!"

The old man's eyes widened in disbelief; he couldn't understand why such a thing had happened.

"It looks like this water is unsafe to touch."

The cold-faced woman also noticed the unusual nature of the water. After thinking for a while, she simply stuck the flower in her hand into the ground and whispered something to it:
"The Garden of a Hundred Flowers, the Garden of a Hundred Flowers, how can I reach it when the road is so long and winding?"

The flowers in her hand trembled slightly, as if they had truly heard her voice.

As the vines burst forth from the soil, they splashed up bursts of blue mist, twisting and turning on the river to form a winding floating bridge that stretched straight to the isolated island.

The surrounding martial arts practitioners were quite impressed and praised the cold-faced woman for her prowess.

A fleeting hint of smugness crossed the cold-faced woman's lips, as if this method truly belonged to her.

Thus, the group proceeded along the entire road and soon arrived at the island.

When they arrived on the island, everyone's eyes were drawn to the coffin before them.

"That's it, isn't it?"

"Should we take the coffin back?"

"Let's open the lid and take a look."

"I hope there aren't any old zombies in here."

"So what if we do?" The gaunt old man, who had just suffered a setback, sneered. "With so many experts like us, are we afraid of a mere zombie?"

This remark drew a chorus of agreement.

With their reputation, they can do whatever they want wherever they go.

So they simply sent two laborers to the coffin.

The two strongmen held the coffin down on either side and pushed it upwards with all their might.

The coffin lid creaked slowly as they moved.

All the martial arts practitioners instinctively turned their gazes toward the coffin.

Everyone was curious about what was inside the coffin.

The moment the lid was pushed open, the group saw a corner of clothing inside the coffin.

There really were corpses!

Just as he was thinking this, the entire coffin was pushed open.

Everyone looked into the coffin.

Inside, there was a man I didn't recognize...

Opened his eyes.

Ok?
They opened their eyes?!

(End of this chapter)