Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 203 Dreams Hard to Find
Lin Jiang stared at the familiar little box in his hand.

He vaguely remembered that the box in his hand seemed to be a very useful thing. A year ago, he always held it in his hand and would look at it while eating, while working, and before going to bed. As a result, he would forget to go to sleep while looking at it.

I haven't used it in a long time.

I stared at the two buttons on the black box for a while.

He pressed the answer button and then placed the black box next to his ear.

A woman's voice could be heard coming from inside.

It was a somewhat aged voice, with a slightly odd tone, but it was a voice Lin Jiang was very familiar with:
What did you eat tonight?

"Steamed buns, two steamed buns."

What kind of filling is it?

"Iron."

"You silly child, you've gone mad. How can you eat iron? Go home and get some rest."

"I'm just busy with work."

"Always saying he's busy. Sigh, do you remember that kid next door surnamed Chang?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"He's married. Go out and look for him sometime..."

Lin Jiang's incoherent voice drifted over, growing increasingly muffled, as if it were coming from a very distant place.

The streets that had been confining Linjiang were also collapsing.

The crowd reading the letters vanished, and the pavilions bought in the capital were swept into the sky by the wind. The paving stones beneath their feet rose into the air like fallen leaves swept down by the autumn wind.

Wen Xiangyi's letter transformed into flower petals and floated into the air, while the small box in her palm turned into a stream of light and flew away into the distance.

All of these things floated into the air, changed shape, and transformed into a dazzling rainbow between heaven and earth. Among the vast rainbow, some lanterns with burning flames rose into the air and floated into the sky.

Lin Jiang remembered that in his previous life these lanterns were called Kongming lanterns, and there were similar ones in Daxing, but they were called Riding the Wind.

Unlike other clouds, they swirled in the air, eventually merging into the sky and transforming into a bright, ever-flowing galaxy.

Lin Jiang's sleeves don't have pockets now, so it's impossible that he put his hands in his pockets just now.

more importantly,
There was absolutely no way he could have answered that call.

Lin Jiang tried to immerse himself in these thoughts, but a strong feeling pulled him away, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Looking at the shattered scene around him, a sense of emptiness welled up in his heart.

Severing ties.

There are wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

The other party's illusory realm was clearly filled with farewells.

If it is difficult to sever ties, one will be trapped in it forever.

He raised his head again and looked into the distance.

The man in black gripped the dagger tightly, held a short sword in his right hand, and fixed his eyes on Lin Jiang.

Duan Libie's face was covered by a black veil, and his head was also wrapped in a square cloth, with only his eyes showing.

“I have fought many people.” This was the first time Duan Libie had spoken during the battle. His voice was quite deep, and he sounded quite old: “Some people are immersed in my alleyway, some people fight against me with the illusory mirror, and some people are killed by me before they drown in Libie.”

"You are the first person to directly shatter my dream of parting."

"It was a good dream, I dreamt of things that were absolutely impossible."

Lin Jiang was quite moved.

"Impossible?" Duan Libie shook his head: "I don't know what you dreamed about. My method is just to open your heart and ask you about parting. As for other people's dreams, I have no need or interest in them."

"But you have indeed made me aware of the problem. I will fix it when I get back."

“I actually hope this method is not yet perfect,” Lin Jiang said.

"Is that so? It seems you haven't completely severed that bond of separation yet." Duan Libie's tone remained completely calm; he simply assumed an attack stance.

And those scattered lanterns, carried by the flowing rainbow, all surged toward the direction of parting.

Even though it has collapsed, this illusory realm is still a powerful enough technique to be used as a weapon to sever ties and fight enemies.

But before Duan Libie could make a move, his gaze suddenly fell on Lin Jiang's sleeve.

Black and white ink was gushing from the cuffs, seeping outwards and staining the surrounding area.

A hint of surprise finally appeared in Duan Libie's previously calm tone:
"Liang Huashan?"

The ink-wash colors flowed out from Lin Jiang's sleeves, and in almost an instant, they turned everything around Lin Jiang into black and white.

Even the lanterns that were gradually drifting away slowly turned into the colors of ink wash painting.

With a casual stroke of his brush, Liang Huashan transformed these lanterns into birds flying in the sky.

The method of gathering together the essence of severing ties and separating has failed completely, leaving nothing behind.

“Liang Huashan, you actually came from the capital.” Duan Libie stared intently at Liang Huashan.

"Old friend, it's been a long time." The scroll fell from his sleeve and unfolded, revealing Liang Huashan standing within it: "You really have a refined taste, bullying young people here. Why can't I come out?"

"You and I shouldn't be that close, right?" Duan Libie's gaze fell on Lin Jiang's face again: "Besides, you said he's a young man?"

Liang Huashan wanted to say something more, but the words stuck in his throat.

He looked at Lin Jiang with a puzzled expression, but didn't say anything.

Lin Jiang was immediately displeased.

What do you mean? I'm not even twenty yet!

The surrounding illusory realm had just been impacted by Lin Jiang's state of mind, and even though Liang Huashan was just an object in a painting, Duan Libie was clearly not able to suppress it.

When neither side has an overwhelming numerical advantage, there is no way for either side to kill the other.

"Young master, we'll have the chance to drink fine wine together again sometime in the future."

His figure vanished like a phantom.

It seemed to want to leave. Lin Jiang gathered his summer energy and blew it in the direction of Duan Libie.

Duan Libie hadn't paid attention to the scorching summer heat, but when the heat enveloped him, even his eyebrows, the only part of his body that was exposed, furrowed.

Even the speed at which it disappears seems to have been affected.

Lin Jiang took a step forward and arrived in front of Duan Libie in the blink of an eye.

He raised his fist high and slammed it down on Duan Libie's face.

The fist struck his head squarely, causing it to explode instantly, spraying blood everywhere.

Duan Libie's body began to lean backward, and Lin Jiang suddenly punched him in the chest.

With that punch, Duan Libie's chest cavity was also pierced through.

The headless and heartless corpse lay on the ground, blood flowing down its back.

However, in the blink of an eye, the corpse turned into a pool of blood.

There was no hope left there.

Lin Jiang stared at the blood for a while, then looked down at his palm.

When he punched the other man in the chest, he did feel something, so he simply pulled it out as well.

In his palm lay a ring of unusual material.

……

Duan Libie limped into the teahouse.

The fog remained thick all around, making visibility extremely poor.

He walked to the table and sat down. Seeing that no one was around, he reached out and touched his left cheek.

He had a very obvious fist mark on his left cheek, which was deeply dented, and even his nose had collapsed.

However, a scorching heatwave was burning next to the fist imprint, even scorching the surrounding mist and causing it to disperse.

If a normal person had suffered this level of injury, they would probably have died long ago, but Duan Libie still moved freely, as if he hadn't been the one who was beaten.

As he ran his fingers across the hollow of her face, he could feel the surging heat emanating from the fist imprint above her.

This heat is slowly trying to devour his body and corrupt his physical transformation techniques.

That's quite a powerful and vigorous breath.

Duan Libie estimated that it would take him a while to recover from that punch.

When the illusory realm was still there, the young master had already exhaled a chilling aura. At that time, Duan Libie vaguely sensed that the other party's aura was not like that of an ordinary cultivator.

However, the Illusionary Realm is, after all, a top-tier technique, and it still helped Duan Libie absorb and exhale all the Qi, transforming it back into the One Source of Heaven and Earth without harming him.

This punch came from his haste to retreat, when he intended to use his physical abilities to withstand the blow, but it turned out this way.

Next time I encounter this young master, I'll have to pay extra attention to these two methods.

He reached out and touched the nose, which had completely collapsed and deformed. He grabbed the tip of the nose and gently pulled it outward.

The face then returned to its original shape.

But it was still steaming.

He wasn't in the mood to worry about this right now, so he lowered his head and looked at the table.

A book is spread out on the table, with a calligraphy brush beside it.

The page I was looking at in this book was very clean, with only one line on it:

"Can he be executed?"

Duan Libie reached out and picked up a calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink, but he didn't seem to be very good at writing. The line of characters he wrote was crooked and even splattered some ink on the page.

However, he ultimately left with these words:

"To kill a Star-level opponent, you need three opponents of the same cultivation level."

After writing this line, he sat down, reached into the mist, and pulled out a teapot.

Without even using a teacup or removing the black mask from his face, he directly poured the tea into his mouth.

Some of the tea seeped through the veil on his face, while some flowed down his chin and splashed onto his body.

Some of it even turned into rising smoke when it came into contact with the rolling heat on his face, mixing with the surrounding mountain mist.

Only after he had almost finished "drinking" the entire pot of tea did new words appear at the top of the book:
"Are you sure it's Star Point?"

After putting down the teapot and picking up the brush, Duan Libie paused for a moment in thought.

His own signature move was insufficient to harm the opponent's core, so that young master had probably already mastered the "body transformation" and signature move of the external martial arts.

But he never saw the illusionary realm from beginning to end.

That illusory realm belongs to Liang Huashan.

Could it be that he bypassed the illusory realm and went straight to the Star Point?

Duan Libie touched the burning heat on his face.

It may be hard to believe, but it's probably true.

He then reached out and wrote:

"It's a dotted star."

After writing that sentence, there was no further movement on the book in front of me.

Duan Libie estimated that it would probably take the other party some time to process the news.

He didn't care about the separation at all; he simply reached out and touched his chest.

I touched it twice, but there was nothing there.

The expression on his face as he bid farewell became stiff.

Where is that thing?
(End of this chapter)