Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 227 What does this person seek?
Lin Jiang looked out from the window next to the palace.

From here, you can see the flames slowly burning throughout the city, as well as the collapsed city walls in the distance.

The height and position are perfect.

He adjusted his breathing, transforming his entire body's energy into moist energy, and held one hand under his mouth to prevent any leakage of the energy he would exhale later.

Then, he blew a sharp blast at the sky outside.

A faint, milky-white mist flowed from Lin Jiang's mouth. At first, it was very small, merely swirling in Lin Jiang's palm, but then, the mist began to flow outward from his palm.

It transformed into a milky-white river, first drifting into the air, and then descending deeply.

In the blink of an eye, the entire city was shrouded in fog.

The fog didn't last long; it disappeared in just a few breaths.

And it was as if a light rain fell from the sky, unnoticed by anyone, suppressing the still-burning flames.

The flames that were still burning throughout the city gradually disappeared along with the mist.

The fire was extinguished, and even the bloodstains on the street were washed away, leaving only a clean, milky white residue.

Upon witnessing this, Yana clasped her hands together, intending to kneel before Lin Jiang.

But this was not the time, so old Apa held her down.

Lin Jiang slowly withdrew his Qi, and a slight thought suddenly struck him.

A wonderful feeling welled up inside me.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the city before him.

It was as if the billowing mist had somehow connected with the city.

But this feeling was very faint and disappeared in just a moment.

This newly learned skill has such a potential function?

Upon closer reflection, Lin Jiang realized that the feelings had completely disappeared, so he buried all of these things deep in his heart.

Donkey Head moved closer to Lin Jiang.

"Your ability to transform wind and rain with a single exhale is truly divine."

“You don’t need to flatter me.” Lin Jiang glanced at Donkey Head. “I suppose you have the means to do this too.”

“Yes, there is, but it’s quite troublesome. We need to prepare a lot of things and set aside a place as an altar,” Donkey Head pointed to the sky. “Within the capital, it would be easy for me to use these methods, but this is not the capital, so my token is invalid.”

"Does even Heaven recognize Daxing's token?"

"Of course I admit it, how could I not?"

Donkey Head chuckled.
"That's Daxing. The Casting Department creates the world's most precious artifacts, the Pacifying Department is in charge of maintaining peace and tranquility, and the Overwatch Department manages the changes in the world. The abilities that Daxing possesses are far beyond those of ordinary places."

Lin Jiang had never seen other countries and was not very clear about the differences before, but now that he has come to Lan Ke, he can see that Da Xing is indeed powerful.

"You just said that you often use that fog to transport goods," Lin Jiang suddenly asked, "Does that mean you can use the fog to get directly back to Daxing?"

"Not just back to Daxing, if we wanted, we could even go straight to the capital." Donkey Head's tone suddenly became drawn out: "It's just a pity..."

"What's a pity?"

"After the garden's owner, Madam Jiang, died, the other half of the garden disappeared without a trace. Without that half of the garden, I can no longer borrow the mist to return."

Because he was wearing a donkey head hood, Lin Jiang could not see the other person's face, let alone know his expression when he said those words.

He raised an eyebrow slightly:
"You didn't know? Didn't you borrow her garden to go back home?"

“She divided the garden into several sections: one for daily gardening and living, another for us to use as a passageway, where the buildings were shrouded in mist and a teahouse was built; and another small garden that she rented out, which she would give to anyone who needed it.”

The donkey-headed man sighed, explaining:
“I took the tea shop and part of the garden with me and went to Lanke by taking advantage of the fog, but I didn’t expect it to be a one-way trip. The original owner of this place was shy by nature, and I didn’t even know where her old residence was. Even if I found her house, I couldn’t tell where the real gate was.”

At this point, the donkey's meaning is quite clear.

He hoped Lin Jiang could tell him where the fog was.

Lin Jiang, upon hearing this, wholeheartedly agreed:
"I do not know."

Donkey Head speaks flawlessly, and although his words are logically sound, all the "evidence" comes from his own mouth.

It would be a miracle if Lin Jiangruo believed it all.

"Really?" Donkey Head wasn't surprised.

Seeing that the donkey head remained silent, Lin Jiang suddenly said:

"Aren't you hot wearing this hood the whole time?"

"Is it hot?" Donkey Head pulled at his hood. "Everyone has their preferences. I don't like drinking or eating, and unlike those old ministers, I don't like taking Five-Stone Powder. The only thing I like is this hood. So let me wear it."

"Your hobbies are quite unusual."

"Rare does not mean bad."

“That’s true,” Lin Jiang said. “Then, take off your hood and I’ll tell you where the fog is.”

The donkey head turned its head to the side, its empty donkey eyes staring at Lin Jiang:

“I’ve met many people, and most of them ridicule my taste, but you’re the first one who wants me to take off the hood.”

"Oh? Weren't the others curious before?"

"Maybe." Donkey Head shook his head twice.

"Agree?"

"disagree."

To Lin Jiang's surprise, Donkey Head directly rejected him, saying, "If it's so easy to show my face, why would I wear it?"

Lin Jiang glanced at the donkey mask a few more times, but didn't dwell on the matter any further.

Instead he asked:

"You say you want to help them restore their country, but how? At most, how many people can we gather in the city? Probably less than a hundred."

Old Apa's group has at most twenty people, plus the remaining survivors in the city, barely forty. If there are still survivors outside, perhaps more than a hundred people can be gathered.

Even so, the number of people has fallen to the critical level, and the entire country is almost defunct.

It is no exaggeration to say that with such a small number of people, even with the full support of a Star-Rank cultivator, it would be difficult to rebuild the country.

“This is indeed a difficult problem. If this matter is reported to the General’s Mansion, they will surely send people to take over the entire city, and I do not want this to happen.”

Donkey Head said calmly,

"Therefore, I intend to send only a few trusted confidants to help them resist foreign invaders and also to do my best to stabilize the existing population."

"Are you really that kind?"

“It’s definitely not without demands; I want the gold in their city.” Donkey Head glanced at Lin Jiang: “Young Master, since you don’t trust me, you can stay here yourself to monitor my men.”

Lin Jiang frowned.

This person clearly holds a high position in the general's mansion and probably has a great deal of knowledge about his own intelligence.

Since he could name Grand Secretary Sun Zhonghe, he must know that he still had unfinished business in the capital and that staying there for a long time was not realistic.

Unless there's a coffin here.

However, the coffins outside the boundary are already scarce. Lin Jiang also went to the inner palace yesterday to check, and there is no connection with the country's vicinity.

In other words, it seems that the only way to travel quickly between the two places is by using that half-fog.

Even so, a round trip would take a week.

Moreover, because he didn't have a coffin, he couldn't even use the method of turning into stone.

After considering it over several times, Lin Jiang couldn't help but glance at Donkey Head again.

Didn't he have anything important to do in Daxing? Why did he come here?
This person probably has some other tricks up their sleeve.

Donkey Head seemed to see through Lin Jiang's hesitation and said slowly:

“Young master, I know that the General’s Mansion has had many disagreements with you. In fact, I also despise some of the actions of the mansion. Some people claim to protect the country, but they disregard the people. Therefore, I will never report this matter to the General’s Mansion.”

"If you don't trust me, I can make a vow as a form of supervision, how about that?"

Donkey Head spoke sincerely, but Lin Jiang felt that something was off.

He couldn't figure out what the other person was thinking, and felt that this person was definitely not of pure goodwill.

"This matter cannot be decided by me alone; we must consult the person involved."

Lin Jiang turned and called over Old Apa.

Old Apa jogged over; he had heard the two men talking without lowering their voices.

He first bowed and smiled obsequiously at the two men, then bowed deeply to the donkey's head:
"We are truly grateful and apprehensive that Your Excellency is willing to help us rebuild our country."

However, at this point, Old Apa's tone suddenly changed:
"However... there are not many residents left in our country now. Continuing to carry on the name of Lanco is both a legacy and a responsibility. Can you give me some time to ask them if we can ensure that every resident in the city accepts it?"

"You're quite the smooth talker," Donkey Head said, not giving Old Apa a direct answer.

"I've met quite a few adults from Daxing before, and I've learned a bit from them."

"Then what you've learned isn't anything good." Donkey Head adjusted his hood and nodded: "Alright, go ahead then."

After Old Apa had gone some distance, Donkey Head turned to Lin Jiang:
"I hope you will consider this carefully, young master. I will first search for other people affected by the affliction of the mental cultivation method, so as to prevent them from harming innocent people again."

After saying this, Donkey Head turned around, lifted his long scholar's robe, and disappeared into the room.

As soon as the donkey-headed figure disappeared, Old Apa's honest expression vanished, and he cautiously approached Lin Jiang:

"Sir, that man is not trustworthy."

Lin Jiang looked at Old Apa with some surprise: "I thought you would agree to the restoration of the country."

“I do hope that Lan Ke will regain its glory, but I do not want it to fall into the hands of villains.” The old man shook his head: “Although you two are both from Daxing, but… you did not kill the king.”

He was clearly still upset about what had just happened.

Lin Jiang stared in the direction the donkey had disappeared, and remained silent for a moment:
"Do you think... this person really came for the gold?"

"Many people in Daxing really like gold."

But this donkey-headed fellow is probably a master of the Star Point Realm.

Aside from someone like Mr. Guo, who is well-versed in this field, most other people wouldn't go to such lengths just for "gold".

"Are there any legends or anything like that in your city?" Lin Jiang suddenly asked.

"There are many legends, mostly about the deeds of the various rulers. Since the people of our country are unaware of the Star Realm, they mix up the legends of the various rulers."

The old man paused here, then asked, "Does the gentleman suspect that he has ulterior motives?"

"good."

“In that case… there really is one.” Old Apa thought for a moment and said:
"It is said that our country was built on Mount Sovereign."

"what is that?"

"He was the first ruler in the mortal realm. He came into contact with the essence of the entire mortal realm, swallowed the first source, broke away from mortals, and became the ruler."

Lin Jiang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

this is not……

Is it an elixir of immortality?
(End of this chapter)