Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 228 Mist
Lin Jiang found a secluded spot and set up a soundproof barrier as instructed by Liu Fangyue. Only after confirming that no one was outside did he look at Old Apa.

Old Apa told Lin Jiang everything he knew:

"In fact, our nation's lineage all originated from that ancient country, whose founder is said to have come from the East. They gathered the local people together, and with a wave of their hands, they built towering walls and warm houses, and with a simple gesture, they created an endless supply of food."

"They call themselves alchemists, and they created this enormous city in order to ascend the distant divine peak and find the elixir to become the ruler."

"Later, one of the alchemists seemed to have found a way to climb the mountain. He secretly went to the summit alone and received the blessing that could make mortals gods. His companions were dissatisfied with this and wanted to forcibly take away the divine blessing."

"But are gods comparable to mortals?"
"The alchemist who ascended to godhood divided the entire ancient kingdom into several parts scattered throughout the world in an instant, and his companions also fell into a deep sleep because of his power."

"We, Lanke, are closest to the mountain peak, and we discovered that the barrier that originally blocked mortals above it has disappeared, so we established our country here and live a peaceful life."

Old Apa was a little embarrassed after he finished speaking:
"This is a legend in our country. There are many other versions besides this one. Even street children might not believe it, but every king seems to believe that his country is closest to the ruler, which is why he built the palace in such a high place."

"That's it."

After hearing these words, Lin Jiang kept them in mind.

Although it was just a rumor, after seeing the underground cave in Qingniwa, Lin Jiang estimated that this "coffin" continent really did have such a thing back then.

It seems that long ago, someone used a coffin to research the method of achieving immortality on this continent.

After all, the title "alchemist" sounds like something that can't be just a simple title.

Donkey Head might have come for this very reason.

"I'll go back with you first, and you can ask the other people in the city what they think," Lin Jiang said.

Old Apa nodded and went out to call Yana.

The group quickly returned to the cabin.

Old Apa gathered the remaining people together to discuss their next move.

Yana sat down next to Lin Jiang.

She lowered her head, looking somewhat lost.

Too many things have happened in the past two days. It was only with great difficulty that things calmed down, and a jumble of thoughts flooded the girl's mind.

As she was thinking, tears suddenly streamed down her face.

Yana herself didn't know why. She tried to wipe away her tears with her hands, trying to stop crying, but for some reason, she just couldn't.

Lin Jiang originally intended to enter the inner palace, but seeing this scene, he was also disheartened.

He reached out and touched the girl's hair, then took a steamed bun from his pocket and handed it to her.

Yana took the steamed bun, intending to say thank you, but all she could manage was a sob.

After suppressing it for a while, I felt my emotions had calmed down a bit, but when I opened my mouth again, my snot started flowing again.

Yana blushed, finally gave up trying, and just lowered her head and obediently started eating her steamed bun.

Lin Jiang patted Yana's head again, comforted her for a couple of minutes, and then closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the inner vision hall.

In the distance, Luo Li was reading a book, while Liu Fangyue had a rope around her neck and was also holding a book in her hands.

Luo Li bowed to Lin Jiang as he arrived, while Liu Fangyue swayed on the rope as a gesture of greeting.

Lin Jiang felt a slight swelling in the blood vessels of his head.

Or perhaps it's the newly arrived, the ghost An Sheng.

He ignored the two for the time being and went straight to the map room.

Walk through the corridor and step back into that huge empty room.

The room remained empty as ever, except for one huge wall that reflected the mountains and rivers.

He stared at the map and called out to the little golden statue.

A small golden statue came running over upon hearing the sound, and stood in front of Lin Jiang with its hands on its hips, waiting for instructions.

Please show me my current location again.

The little golden man immediately jumped onto the wall map and clung tightly to a point.

This is where Lin Jiang is now.

Lin Jiang examined the map on the wall closely, but after a long time, he still couldn't find any mountain-like markings in the nearby area.

Could it really just be a rumor?

He pressed his hands against his head.

Think about it carefully. When you read the book "The Path to Immortality," you actually saw that scene.

What else is there besides mountains?
There are many trees...

Indeed, there are many trees, but it's normal to plant trees on mountains.

What else is there...?

and also……

The image of the "fog" that had been shrouding the mountain peak and obscuring his vision came to Lin Jiang's mind.

"Yes! There's still fog!"

He immediately exited the inner vision space and looked at old Apa in the distance.

He was talking to the other people in the room when Lin Jiang called out to Old Apa. Upon hearing the voice, the latter immediately walked towards Lin Jiang.

Respectfully:

"Are you looking for me?"

"I'd like to ask if it sometimes gets foggy in your city? Very foggy?"

"Huh? No." Old Apa shook his head.

Lin Jiang frowned slightly. Had he guessed wrong?

But immediately, Old Apa added:
"However, every few years, a thick fog descends upon Lanco; it has always been like this."

"How many years?"

"This is recorded in our historical records. According to our terminology, it is a major solar calendar change, while according to Daxing, it refers to a sexagenary cycle."

A cycle of sixty years.

How long did the last dense fog last? How long until the next one?

“The last time was when I was a child,” Old Apa thought for a moment, “It seems like it’s still two years away? I’m not sure, but it should be around this time.”

"Does anyone go missing every time the fog rolls in?"

"Huh?" Old Apa shook his head: "Maybe so, but I was too young last time, and the city people didn't mention it, so I don't know much about it."

Perhaps it's not just the fog, but also the corresponding key.

Is the fog surrounding the Hundred Flowers Garden the key?
Lin Jiang pondered for a moment, then immediately contacted the ghostly figure Luo Li within his body:
"Luo Li".

"Master, is there something you need from me?"

"You're currently researching returning to your hometown. Are there any parts of this alchemy room that involve mist?"

"Fog? Yes, quite a lot."

Hearing Lin Jiang ask this, Luo Li thought that Lin Jiang was finally willing to let her learn this method together, so she immediately began to explain to Lin Jiang:
"This method is less about returning home and more about 'seeing flowers through the fog.' The whole method seeks the hazy feeling of being in the fog. It is precisely because you cannot see or grasp it that you yearn for it. If you achieve the elixir method, you will be able to break through this fog and return home."

"No real fog?"

“Oh dear, Master, fog is the direction of the heart. Rain above and tasks below, rain obscuring the mission, the road ahead is unclear, and the weather is not in harmony with the earth. It is a sign of the chaos before the creation of heaven and earth. Returning home means breaking through the fog and returning home. How can there be real fog?”

Is it a fog in my heart...?

After thinking for a long time, Lin Jiang pressed his hand to his head.

Only then did I gradually calm down.

He is currently in the stage of making bold hypotheses, and the next step is to carefully verify them.

Lin Jiang is now certain that this place is related to the sacred mountain.

But to enter the sacred mountain, one must wait for the once-every-sixty-years great fog to descend.

Perhaps this is why Donkey Head came here.

But if this region is truly on good terms with the General's Mansion, then it doesn't explain why Donkey Head killed the local king and destroyed the entire Lanke.

Perhaps some of what Donkey Head said is true.

And the mist surrounding the Hundred Flowers Garden...

Lin Jiang still remembered that this territory belonged to the "King of Qi".

It seems I need to go find the King of Qi.

Lin Jiang immediately turned his head to look at Yana:

"Didn't you say before that there was a large ship near your country that ferries the dead? Where is that ship now?"

"Ah, where are you looking for? I can take you there, but I'm not sure if it's still there now."

Old Apa overheard their conversation and immediately turned to look at the other survivors around him. He called out to them and spoke to them. One of them immediately came out and began to chatter on and on with Old Apa.

Then Old Apa also looked at Lin Jiang:
"Two days ago, someone saw a ferry boat over Bad Gaul. If you're looking for one, you can go there."

Lin Jiang had no idea where this hill was, so he immediately turned his head to look at Yana.

Yana immediately understood:

"I'll take you there!"

……

Lin Jiang first told the others to stay in the room so they could think about what to do next, while he himself went out of the city with Yana.

On his way out of the city, Lin Jiang did not conceal his presence. His method of changing his appearance was not very effective against true masters, so he simply went out directly.

If that donkey head really follows, Lin Jiang will then make a new judgment.

If all else fails, fight him somewhere far from the city.

However, Lin Jiang was clearly overthinking things. He remained quiet throughout the journey and did not encounter any problems.

Yana led Lin Jiang through the battlefield littered with corpses, then brought him to a gentle slope. They slowly made their way up the slope and finally reached the top.

Lin Jiang turned around, and the city in the distance came into view; the land was brownish-yellow, the blood was bright red, and the city was milky white.

The various colors intertwined, creating a muddy color on the canvas.

He looked up at the hillside again, where there were indeed many corpses, making it look like another battlefield.

It was sunset, and the sun had not yet completely disappeared below the horizon, so Lin Jiang was not in a hurry.

As long as the sun shines, the lost ship will not emerge.

He simply waited quietly in an open space nearby, with Yana following behind him, a little scared.

As Lin Jiang watched the sun gradually sink below the horizon, he suddenly heard the sound of flowing water beside him.

He turned his head to look in the direction from which the water was flowing.

A river appeared among the corpses, and the river water washed away the dried bloodstains that had long since congealed with the soil on the ground, also washing away the filth from the dead.

The sounds of singing and dancing drifted from above the ship, a desolate melody of revelry, as many souls of the dead danced merrily on both sides of the vessel.

As night fell, the lost ship arrived in the human world.

Take your soul with you to be reborn in paradise.

(End of this chapter)