Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 260 A single star can't kill him

A group of people gathered on the flat ground, while several men in black squatted on the ground in the distance, looking up at the sky.

They stared blankly with their mouths agape, drool dripping from the corners of their lips, making "abba aba" sounds repeatedly.

This somewhat spoiled the atmosphere.

At this moment, Jiang Jinyue was also almost unable to speak. She hid behind the crowd and remained silent.

Only Lin Jiang could introduce everyone to each other:
"This is Ao Ning, a guard of the Great Yin Kingdom. These are generals from Qingniwa. This is Li Xinguang, a general from the General's Mansion."

"And I!"

Little Ginseng peeked out from Lin Jiang's sleeve and raised his hand in greeting.

The others nodded slightly out of politeness.

Xiao Shanshen's skills are not weak now. She had a foundation in internal martial arts from the beginning, and in terms of agility alone, she could exchange a few moves with Lin Jiang. Now she has also learned a lot of Liang Dajia's skills. If she were released into the martial arts world, although she is small, most people would not be her match.

However, the strength of the people in front of them was simply too formidable.

To avoid alerting Beizhen with the main force, Lin Jiang only brought three people with him on this trip:
One was Ao Ning, one was the general who had just led the way, and the other was the general guarding Qingniwa.

The general leading the way was at the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm, the general guarding the city was at the sixth level, and Ao Ning was an anxious Star Point Realm cultivator.

Now, centrifugal light has been added to the mix.

By calculation, there are already two and a half people at the Star Point Realm in the team.

With this configuration, even a cultivator at the Star Point Realm could be easily defeated.

"Are these the people who kidnapped Xichun?"

Ao Ning glanced coldly at the dazed man in black in the distance, his eyes blazing with fury.

Ao Xichun was abducted right under her nose, but all her magical skills were useless that day. She couldn't see through the fog at all, and it took her many days to find Ao Xichun's whereabouts.

What was she feeling?
What could she be feeling?
She watched that little girl grow up from a young age!
I really wanted to tear those people apart alive!

“I have already taken control of their three souls and seven spirits. I will have them lead us to the camp later. Once we get there, we will interrogate them thoroughly and we will surely be able to find your child.”

As Li Ziguang spoke of this, she suddenly recalled her own experiences, which added a touch of genuine emotion to her words. She looked at Jiang Jinyue with a hint of resentment in her eyes, while the latter subconsciously looked up at the sky, not daring to utter a sound.

"We should not delay and go over there immediately to see who is behind these sneaky things."

Lin Jiangdao.

He was indeed quite curious.

Such a thick fog, allowing them to abduct people right under Ao Ning's nose...

It is likely that this is indeed closely related to the primordial fog of the King of Qi.

……

North of Daxing, a cool northerly wind blows, dispelling the summer heat and bringing a refreshing breeze unique to the north.

A group of people gathered in a place where mountains stretch endlessly and trees stand side by side.

The outermost layer is a maze made of rocks and trees. Ordinary people who step into it will immediately lose their way, as if they are wandering around the same tree endlessly.

In the middle are several scouts patrolling the safe area. If anyone happens to break into this level, they will be dealt with according to their strength.

Finally, there is a thin layer of pale gold film, resembling a sphere half-submerged on the ground.

Above the membrane, turbid golden clouds surged, rolling endlessly like the surging waves whipped up by the wind.

Inside the tent, people had erected a large tent with a pointed roof and curtains hanging to the ground. Tables were set up and items were placed there.

A short old man was lying on the ground, gently stroking the soil where tender grass sprouts had emerged.

"Good land, so good, so good."

He scooped up a handful of soil, brought it close to his nose, and inhaled deeply, a look of blissful delight on his face.

Just as I was about to lightly lick it with my tongue, I suddenly heard the tent curtain being lifted.

Looking back, I saw a man in black enter the tent.

The man in black stared at the old man with a complicated expression:

"My lord, we have also searched the north of the town, but we still haven't found anyone."

What about the south side?

"Lord Tumen on the south side is currently digging three feet into the ground, but has found no clues. He must not be there."

"If we can't find it here, we'll search the things around us. How long can a mere little girl hide?"

After saying this, the old man nonchalantly scooped up some soil and continued to greedily inhale its aroma.

The soldier looked horrified, but just as he was about to leave, something suddenly occurred to him. He forced himself to turn back and timidly asked:
"Sir, the brothers all want to ask, are we really alright after dragging this out for so long?"

According to the original plan, they should leave immediately after kidnapping the people, but unexpectedly, the method suddenly changed.

That's why I've been stuck here until now.

Moreover, although the old man explained that the current heavenly opportunity was not present, causing Master Tumen's magic to fail, Master Tumen's supernatural powers are beyond the reach of ordinary people, so how could his magic fail so easily?

No matter how I think about it, it all seems strange.

"Don't worry, Lord Tumen has the ability to transform and enter the realm of illusion. He's only one step away from becoming a Star Pointer. With such abilities, he could even survive a head-on collision with the Star Pointer of the Great Yin Dynasty. What's there to be afraid of!"

The old man was annoyed by the man in black repeatedly disturbing his peaceful time, and immediately couldn't help but shout at him sternly.

Seeing that the man in black seemed about to speak, the old man flew into a rage, grabbed a military baton from the side, and lashed it hard at the man's shin.

With a sharp crack, the man in black let out a muffled groan, clutching his broken leg; he was probably unable to speak.

The old man grabbed him by the neck and threw him out of the tent before continuing to greedily sniff the soil.

After enjoying this comfortable moment for a while, they suddenly heard some noise outside the tent.

The curtain was lifted with a sound.

"What's the matter?"

The old man looked at the door with displeasure, only to see that the men who had been sent out earlier were the same men in black who walked in.

"You found it?"

He asked instinctively, but suddenly noticed that the expressions of the men in black were somewhat strange.

Upon closer inspection, they were drooling as they stared at the top of the tent, making unconscious "ah ah" sounds.

The old man was startled. Before he could speak, he saw the tent being lifted again.

He saw a handsome young man walk in with two young women.

One had an icy expression with two dragon horns on her forehead; the other had weary eyes and looked like a woman in her late twenties, but her demeanor suggested she was over fifty. "Who are you?"

The old man asked in astonishment.

The three of them looked at each other:
"This must be their leader."

"It looks like it."

"Arrest him and question him."

As the three people gradually approached him, the old man slowly opened his mouth wide.

A piercing scream escaped from its throat.

……

The old man squatted on the ground, drooling; not far away, several people were looking at a pond.

The once flat pool gradually began to change, slowly revealing a vibrant green color.

Lin Jiang looked along the edge of the pool and realized that what was reflected in it was a vast grassland.

On this grassland, Lin Jiang saw many huge tents, stacked one on top of another, towering into the clouds.

Upon seeing these buildings, Li Guang's brows immediately furrowed: "Grassland people."

Lin Jiangxin understood.

He had heard of the reputation of the grassland people when he last came here.

As a neighbor living directly north of Daxing, that country, just like many historical stories Lin Jiang had heard, had a rather tense relationship with Daxing.

Although Daxing's national strength was slightly inferior to Daxing's, the grassland cavalry tactics were superior to their opponents in conventional soldier battles. In the battle of the stars, Daxing could not gather three times as many experts as the grasslands. In addition, after the war between the previous dynasties, the number of stars was not large, and the death of one was a real death. As a result, the high-level forces of both sides were unwilling to make a move rashly.

In addition, the number of merchants between the grasslands and Daxing has increased recently, and relations between the two sides have gradually eased. Many people thought that the grassland people would not cause any more trouble in the near future, but unexpectedly, they found grassland people's camps here.

The scene flashed rapidly across the pool, and everyone quickly understood the group's intentions.

The old Khan of the grasslands was seriously injured in battles a few years ago, which shortened his lifespan. Seeing that his lifespan was coming to an end, the various "bats" in the camp began to stir. Some wanted to launch a strong attack by force, while others planned to do it in secret.

Because of the formidable enemy Daxing, many grassland people did not openly fight, but some of them plotted to use underhanded methods.

After contacting spies within Daxing to investigate the current situation in Daxing, they sent men to infiltrate Daxing.

This old man was one of their men.

He also has a superior named Tumen, who is currently searching for someone in the south and has not yet reached Dianxing Pass.

After everyone finished reading the old man's memories, Li Guang waved his hand, and the entangled vines slowly disappeared.

The old man in the distance struggled twice, and his body suddenly leaped into the air and burst into flames.

He remained motionless, letting the flames engulf his entire body.

"Why is that?" Lin Jiang asked, frowning.

Li Guang, clearly familiar with the methods of the grassland people, explained:

"A restriction has been placed on his body. If anyone tries to pry into his soul and memories, the eternal Eternal Heaven, as the people of the grasslands call it, will send down flames that will burn him to death."

"Haven't we already finished looking at it?"

"Exactly."

"Now that you've read it, what's the point of burning it?"

“Because I was the one who cast the spell, the Eternal Heaven was unaware.” Li Ziguang pointed to himself: “The General’s Mansion is in charge of eliminating the wolves that surround Daxing. The northern grasslands, the southern swamps, the western mountains, do you think these neighbors are kind and benevolent? They are always coveting Daxing’s vast territory.”

Ao Ning glanced at Li Guang.

He deliberately omitted mentioning the Eastern Great Yin, but the implication was self-evident.

She had no intention of arguing. Firstly, the statement was true, and secondly, now that she had obtained the clue, she only wanted to kill Tu Men immediately and rescue Xi Chun.

"Who is Batel? Is he the mastermind behind this operation?" Ao Ning pressed.

She is determined to remember all those behind the scenes.

If I ever encounter these people again, I will definitely kill them all.

"Bater is not a person, it is a title among them, called Warrior. They are usually leaders of various large camps, strong contenders for the Khan, and most of them are at the Star-level cultivation level."

Li Guang sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness:

"The grassland people can gather stars in one place, but Daxing cannot. It is clear that Daxing has more and stronger star-gathering abilities."

Having said that, she knew there was no solution, so she simply waved her hand and said:

"Once the borers are found, they should be removed immediately."

Li Xingguang set off first, followed closely by the others.

The north wind howled through the camp, diluting the stench of blood somewhat.

……

Tumen sat cross-legged on the earthen slope, holding a leather drum in his left hand and gently tapping the drumhead with his right.

"Boom, boom."

The muffled sound echoed deep in the wilderness.

He tapped twice more, then suddenly frowned.

There are indeed no traces of people here.

“Strange, the fog bestowed by Lord Batel should be flawless.”

He had actually tried the fog several times before he arrived, and each time he was able to transfer successfully.

Even when Lord Batel put pressure on him, he was able to escape smoothly by taking advantage of the fog.

It is absolutely a top-tier treasure.

But why did it fail this time?
Is it possible...

What is interfering with or affecting the fog?

He didn't understand.

Just as Tumen put away the drum and was about to try striking it from a different direction, he suddenly stopped.

like……

Someone is coming.

P.S.: I stayed up all night revising the manuscript again, my head is buzzing.
(End of this chapter)