Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 233 Gold is incredibly valuable, but could it cost lives?
Lin Jiang discovered that his Qiankun bag couldn't hold all the gold.

This bag of his was a good find, obtained by begging from Hongban Deng. Although it wasn't the most top-tier treasure, it was indeed larger than a typical Qiankun bag.

As a result, Lin Jiang threw all the food and drink out of the bag, which only contained a small corner of the national treasury's gold.

Having no other choice, Lin Jiang had to go out and seek help from King Qi.

In the end, it was thanks to the King of Qi's generous provision of four Qiankun bags that all the gold in the national treasury was finally filled.

After it was finished, Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel emotional and asked the old man beside him:
"I'm afraid quite a few barbarians come to your city to rob and plunder.

"There are quite a few, but they don't come here for the gold."

"What is the purpose of that?"

"Cattle, sheep, and goods from Daxing."

Old Apa explained:

“This area has several mines. In some places, you can even walk over and break off a piece of gold from the surface of the rock with your hand. The local barbarians don’t like it. To them, the yellow iron blocks that they can’t eat or drink are far less desirable than cattle and sheep. In fact, we were the same way before the people from Daxing came.”

Lin Jiang couldn't help but think of a certain country in the desert in his previous life. The people who wore white headscarves on their heads became well-known tycoons by relying on the continuous flow of "black gold," but before people discovered the uses of oil, that place was not wealthy.

Gold is indeed very important to Lanco, but gold cannot be eaten, it cannot produce milk, and it has no hair, so it cannot be made into clothing to keep warm.

Gold jewelry is beautiful, but gold is not hard enough and is too heavy to be made into weapons.

If it weren't for the merchants from Daxing bringing a lot of goods to Lanko, gold wouldn't really be that important to the Lanko people.

Lin Jiang was also filled with emotion. He shook the Qiankun bag in his hand again, and even though it was just a few bags, he could feel its weight.

This gold is not pure gold; most of it contains a lot of impurities, making it look much like the gold nuggets found in the mountains. Even so, such a large quantity still represents a considerable fortune.

Lin Jiang has already considered how to use this gold to help Lan Ke and his people rebuild their country.

If you have the money, I think there will be someone in Daxing who would be willing to help.

However, before that, Lin Jiang still needs to study the teleportation method.

The distance between Daxing and Lanke is too far. This is not only for the convenience of rebuilding Lanke in the future, but also so that I can get back when Lanke is shrouded in heavy fog.

Otherwise, I would have to spend another year returning to Lanco.

After packing up these things, Lin Jiang returned to King Qi's side with several Qiankun bags.

All the remaining people in Lanco have boarded the ship. Now there are forty-four people left in the city: thirty women and fourteen men. Most of the men died in the war, and the rest are either old, weak, sick, or disabled, or too old like old Apa, or still children.

"Is that all? Are you taking them directly back to the capital, or do you have some other plans?"

"Let's take a look around the area. Maybe we can find some people who managed to escape from the city," Lin Jiang said after thinking for a couple of days. "We'll search as many as we can find. If we don't find anything, we'll go back to the capital."

"Alright, I don't have anything to do lately anyway. Consider this a way to relax."

At the invitation of the King of Qi, Lin Jiang also boarded the lost boat.

This ship was specially prepared for them by the King of Qi. There are few spirits on board, and it is not as lively as other ships.

The boat was also loaded with a lot of millet and minced meat, which were the foods that King Qi had often served Lin Jiang during his previous invitations.

These people on the ship couldn't possibly go without food. Since King Qi had promised to help Lin Jiang, he naturally had to do everything he could.

Seeing that everyone had boarded the boat, King Qi also raised his arms.

A river appeared between his arms, and a small boat made of folded paper sat on the river.

He made a circle with his hand, turning the river into a loop, then placed the small boat on top of the river and flicked it lightly with his finger.

As the small boat in the void slowly moved forward, the large ship beneath their feet also began to move slowly.

At the bow of the boat, a boatman dressed in coarse hemp clothing, with a white rope tied around his head, emerged and called out loudly to those behind him:

"His Majesty has sent me as a messenger. We must set off immediately. First, we'll circle around these valleys and ravines twice to see if there are any others willing to board the ship with us. Then we'll head east all the way to that vast place called Daxing. Once we get there, you'll be able to eat and drink at this young master's expense!"

The man, who appeared as a spirit, clearly spoke with a heavy accent, yet everyone else on the ship seemed to understand what he was saying.

They huddled together, whispering among themselves. Some faces showed anticipation, but most were filled with confusion and fear.

Not everyone wants to embark on a journey with an unknown future, but for now, this is all they can do. Lin Jiang leaned against the large ship, watching the slowly changing scenery around him. The shouts of the fishermen at the bow made him a little restless. He wanted to feel the breeze, but the climate around Lanke was too hot, and the wind only made him feel stuffy.

Just then, Lin Jiang suddenly felt as if someone was tugging at the hem of his clothes. He subconsciously turned his head and saw that Yana had walked up to him at some point.

The girl seemed a little hesitant, so Lin Jiang smiled and ruffled her hair.
"What's matter?"

"Um... Lord Overlord, the reason I was able to see my family before must have been due to the methods of that Overlord."

As Yana spoke, she carefully raised her finger and pointed to King Qi at the bow of the ship. Lin Jiang also looked over and saw that King Qi was climbing up the mast.

When King Qi climbed to the top of the mast, he excitedly danced alone on it, and as he danced, layers of petals fell from his sleeves.

However, his dance was not beautiful; it was just like scattering flower petals.

Not hearing any cheers or applause, he also felt bored, so he took Miss Jiang out of his sleeve.

No one knows what he did, but Miss Jiang's originally small body grew to the size of a normal person in the blink of an eye, and Miss Jiang was also pulled awake from her coma by Prince Qi.

"Haha! Young Master Jiang! You used to love dancing in the main hall when you were drunk! How about you dance for me again?"

Miss Jiang began shaking her head frantically, but unfortunately her denial had no effect on Prince Qi. Prince Qi simply poked her a few times with his finger, and Miss Jiang seemed to be suffering from torture, rolling around in pain.

Left with no other choice, she was forced by the King of Qi to begin dancing.

Ms. Jiang clearly had not learned any related skills. Her limbs were unusually stiff when she danced, and she looked like a puppet being led by strings. She cried as she danced.

However, her dancing was even worse than King Qi's; compared to a normal dance, it looked more like a summoning of a spirit.

Lin Jiang withdrew his gaze and said to Yana:
"It is indeed his method. He can control the three souls and seven spirits, and understand the edge of life and death. He is very powerful."

After hearing what Lin Jiang said, Yana nodded slightly and fell into deep thought, remaining silent for a long time.

As Miss Jiang danced her bizarre dance, the large ship gradually sailed further and further away.

……

The ships had completely left Lanco City, leaving almost nothing behind. After King Qi's river washed over the entire city, not even corpses remained.

Perhaps the barbarians from the surrounding area will come to this city later. There are still many buildings in the city that are still relatively intact. When the desolate wilderness is swept by strong winds that blot out the sun, these buildings should still be able to provide shelter for those nomadic peoples.

In this empty city, on the towering platform that was originally the king's bedroom, a figure suddenly appeared.

It was a middle-aged man with a thick beard, light brown skin, curly hair, and two deep nasolabial folds on his face. He was wearing a loose white robe with a huge bloody hole in his chest, the blood soaking half of his clothes and staining the pure white floor tiles.

The bloody hole was aimed directly at his heart.

There is nothing inside.

This man was none other than King Lanko, who died on the throne at that time.

"They took it all. They didn't leave me anything."

The middle-aged king scratched his head helplessly, glanced at the dilapidated city before him, and sighed deeply.

"Young Master Lin, you have taken on the remaining living beings, and you have also taken on their karma. You must not give up halfway."

The king walked slowly down the towering platform, crossed the slightly steep stairs, and in the deserted city, he slowly raised his two sleeves.

There was no one else in the city but him, and the king no longer needed to worry about the gazes of others.

He first gently swayed the hem of his sleeve, then spun around in place as if dancing.

She hummed a little tune, but it didn't have the charm of Lan Ke; it was more like the tunes that the singers in Daxing often sang.

Finally, he arrived at the wide street.

He saw a head lying quietly on the ground in the middle of the street, and a donkey skin torn to pieces next to it.

The king picked up the donkey skin, and with a gentle shake, the skin instantly regenerated in his hand, becoming a donkey-shaped headgear.

He put on the donkey-shaped hood, and his clothes changed into the long gowns worn by scholars of Daxing.

The donkey head hood drooped halfway down his shoulder, and his empty eyes stared in the direction the lost ship had gone.

(End of this chapter)