Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 266 Don't come to Qingniwa anymore
Lin Jiang immediately returned to the inner palace. He went to the spot where he could see the city outside and looked into the distance.

His gaze swept across the cities, and he indeed saw a dark beach appear under the night sky.

Lin Jiang clearly remembered that when he last came here and looked in that direction, there was definitely no such thing.

He couldn't help but scratch his head.

It seems that the deeper I delve into this method, the more novel things I will add to the inner vision palace.

However, the palace is a bit far from the beach, and it would probably take some time to walk there.

And we also have to cross the ruins below.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiang couldn't help but call over the little golden statue next to him:
Will you rebuild the ruins below afterward?

The little golden statue nodded vigorously after hearing this, and even patted its chest, striking a pose as if to say, "Leave it to me."

Lin Jiang stared at the little golden statue for a moment.

He had already realized that these little guys were not pure Qi; they clearly possessed their own consciousness.

Moreover, they knew things that Lin Jiang did not know. From this, it can be seen that they were not like the residents in the fog, who were extensions of Lin Jiang's consciousness, but rather small creatures with their own thoughts.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Jiang asked directly:
"Did you used to live there?"

The little golden statue was silent for a moment, then nodded.

This is true.

"Once Liu Fangyue learns your language, and we are able to communicate in the future, please be sure to tell me everything."

The little golden statue nodded solemnly.

Having finished explaining the basics here, Lin Jiang withdrew from the inner palace.

Qingniwa is still shrouded in its own mist, and this spell needs to be lifted as soon as possible.

……

Did you feel it just now?

"There was a gust of wind, wasn't there?"

"This kid is definitely watching us."

"Maybe it was just an accident."

As Ao Ning said this, he couldn't help but glance at Li Xinguang a couple more times: "It seems like you don't really like him."

"I don't like him?" Li Guang clenched her teeth as she said this.
"I really don't like him. Who would like an annoying guy?"

Ao Ning stared at the centrifugal light for a moment, a clear hint of doubt appearing on his face:
"He let you down?"

Li Guang, who was originally furious, almost couldn't catch his breath.

"You can't just say things like that!" Li Guang gritted his teeth. "He didn't betray me."

So, you two are still getting along well?

Li Ziguang almost couldn't catch his breath.

If Ao Ning hadn't been a distinguished guest of the Great Yin Dynasty, Li Guang would have already taken action.

How can this person be so blind?

Ao Ning then belatedly came to her senses, a faint embarrassment appearing on her face:

“Da Yin couldn’t understand human relationships and social customs. I didn’t know you hated him so much.”

“I don’t hate him that much…” Li Guang rubbed his head vigorously: “Let’s look for someone else as soon as possible. We’ve walked around several times and haven’t seen anything.”

"Okay." Ao Ning obediently shut up.

"Who are you looking for?" Lin Jiang asked.

"Searching for the others trapped in the illusion..."

Li Guang suddenly turned around and glared fiercely at Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang had initially appeared curious, but when he saw Li Xingguang's gaze, he couldn't help but shudder and forced an awkward smile: "What's wrong?"

"You really have the nerve to ask that."

Li Ziguang said irritably.

However, when she looked around, she realized that she had returned to the dark night of Qingniwa.

A gentle night breeze caressed my face, the night sky was filled with stars, and the surrounding streets were quiet, save for the distant sound of a gong.

"The weather is high and dry, be careful with fire!"

At the corner, a thin, middle-aged man walked along, beating a gong and drum. When he caught sight of the three people on the street, he was startled.

Only after realizing that the three were all alive did the night watchman breathe a sigh of relief. He then looked at them with suspicion and asked:

"You three are up so late at night, is there something you need?"

He was a foreigner working for the Qingniwa government office and naturally did not recognize the three men. Seeing their luxurious clothes, he assumed they were from wealthy families and kindly offered them a few more words of advice.

"Didn't you see anything just now?" Li Xingguang asked directly.

"What?"

"Towering stone houses, moving iron oxen."

"Are you confused?" The night watchman's eyes grew increasingly strange. "In the dead of night, what kind of things would be on the street?"

Li Ziguang couldn't help but frown slightly.

No wonder she hadn't met Ao Ning before.

It seems that his spiritual cultivation was insufficient, and he was not included in this method at all.

Did we just suffer this whole night for nothing?
Li Ziguang glared at Lin Jiang with increasing resentment.

Lin Jiang looked up at the sky.

"If you have nothing else to do, please return quickly. There is a curfew in Qingniwa at night. If you are caught by the soldiers, don't blame me for not reminding you."

The night watchman couldn't understand the three men's intentions, so he muttered something under his breath and quickly left.

He glanced at the three men as he walked, his steps clearly leading him toward the government office.

To avoid any misunderstanding, the three of them headed straight for the post station.

“If you want to cultivate the Illusionary Realm in the future, you can talk to the people around you first.” Li Xingguang glanced at Lin Jiang.

"I didn't expect this either," Lin Jiang said with an awkward laugh.

"Where did all those things in your illusory realm come from?" Ao Ning couldn't help but ask. "Are they all from Daxing?"

"One day I had a dream in which there was an immortal who showed me the way and took me to a small world where I spent thirty years and learned a lot." Lin Jiang said in a serious tone.

Ao Ning was genuinely surprised:
"really?"

“Don’t listen to his nonsense. This kid is full of lies. Eight out of ten of his sentences are false, and the remaining two are exaggerations,” Li Xingguang said immediately.

Lin Jiang shook his head helplessly.

I looked up at the moon in the sky.

There is only one moon in Daxing.

Is the moon here like the moon back home, or is the moon back home like the moon here?

With a jumble of thoughts in my mind, all I could manage was a long sigh and a soft murmur: "The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown."

Li Xingguang glanced at Lin Jiang in surprise:
"With your talent in poetry and prose, it's a real shame you don't go to the capital to take the imperial examinations and obtain official rank."

Lin Jiang shook his head, smiling but saying nothing.

I memorized poems when I was young, but I didn't use them to gain status here.

Most importantly, he had forgotten most of the poems, leaving only a few lines. He decided to keep them in his heart as a way of remembering his hometown.

……

The next morning, Governor Lü had prepared a whole convoy for Lin Jiang.

The convoy was accompanied by numerous carpenters and woodcarvers, as well as a large load of grain transported from the city.

These were all gifts that Governor Lü specially presented to Lin Jiang.

At the same time, he also introduced Lin Jiang to several prominent merchants in the city.

Now, the manpower and resources that were provided as a favor must be personally handled by Lin Jiang to facilitate subsequent business dealings.

Once everything was settled, the convoy set off directly back to the camp.

Watching the convoy slowly disappear into the distance, Li Guang stood still, lost in thought.

Aren't you going with them?

Ao Ning looked at Li Xingguang with a puzzled expression.

Li Xingguang shook his head: "I am not on the same path as them."

Ao Ning found it difficult to fathom the thoughts of this general from Daxing, only sensing that her mind was in turmoil.

Then she realized that her ability to read people was lacking, and that she might cause further trouble if she said something inappropriate.

He then closed his lips tightly and remained silent.

Li Ziguang ignored Da Yin Dianxing.

She suddenly turned around and walked into the alley of Qingniwa, and soon found an ordinary house.

I stopped in front of the house and knocked lightly. The door opened halfway and a pretty face heavily made up peeked out.

The girl blinked her bright eyes:
"Token."

Li Ziguang flashed the token directly from his pocket.

The girl then stepped aside to let her enter the house.

Upon entering, one discovers that beneath the girl's head lies a long, serpentine body, twisting and writhing on the bluestone bricks.

She bowed respectfully to Li Xinguang, but Li Xinguang ignored her and went into the room on his own.

The room was spacious and empty, with nothing else in it except a square table sitting quietly, on which rested a bright mirror.

She walked to the mirror, took out an incense burner and long incense sticks from under the table, lit them with a tinderbox, and respectfully offered them beside the mirror.

After a short while, a figure faintly appeared in the mirror.

A man wearing a donkey head hood sits upright in front of a mirror, gazing at the centripetal light:
"Master Li, how is the situation in Qingniwa?"

"The Lan Ke people want to build a town here. Lin Jiang has already taken control of the Illusionary Realm, and his methods are extremely powerful. Even I can be suppressed by him." Li Xingguang said, "The Imperial Preceptor will be traveling south in a month. At present, we should not focus our energy on the north. Do not send any more martial arts practitioners here."

Donkey Head remained silent for a long time, then nodded slightly: "That makes sense. Is there anything else?"

"None yet."

"Then please leave and head south, sir."

"it is good."

Donkey Head raised his hand and extinguished the incense, then got up and walked straight towards the teahouse.

Before long, he arrived at a long table, where scholars, soldiers, old men, and old women were sitting.

When everyone saw the donkey-headed man appear, they all stood up respectfully and bowed in greeting.

Donkey Head waved his hand:
"Something has changed at Qingniwa, and the plan to go north has been cancelled."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback.

An undisguised joy instantly spread across the scholar's face—a stroke of good fortune! He no longer had to face death!
He had always regarded Qingniwa as a den of evil spirits, where many masters had gone and never returned, and he believed that his own journey there would be a near certain death.

Just as they were racking their brains for a way to avoid going north, good news came out of nowhere.

Donkey Head said no more, turned and drifted away.

Seeing him leave, the scholar secretly breathed a sigh of relief, when suddenly he heard the old man beside him slam his fist on the table:
"Why was this job suddenly canceled!"

The scholar's lips twitched slightly as he glanced sideways at the old man.

But the other person's face turned ashen, with veins bulging, clearly indicating that they could not accept this.

The scholar naturally knew the reason behind it.

This person has been trapped in the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm for a long time, and his lifespan is about to end. He may pass away next year, or next month, or who knows when.

He was once a powerful and influential figure, but now, in order to prolong his life, he heard that the General's Mansion had a secret method to forcefully cultivate the stars, so he rushed here to serve.

He had originally hoped to gain the rank of military officer on this trip, but unexpectedly, the mission suddenly fell through.

The Grand Preceptor is currently purging corrupt officials, and it's unknown when he will be dispatched again, so his anger is hard to contain.

"Old brother, don't be impatient. This is ultimately the will of the manor."

The scholar was in a good mood at the moment, so he comforted his old friend with a few words.

But the old man didn't appreciate it at all, and instead glared at him angrily:
"Cowardly as a mouse, thieving and sneaky, is it possible that there are cowards like you in the team who are afraid of death, which is why this matter is difficult to carry out?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar immediately retorted with displeasure:
"Old friend, if you insist on dying, then go by yourself."

"Humph!"

The old man angrily turned and stood up, then strode away alone.

The old woman who had been silent for a long time finally sighed softly, got up and followed closely behind.

The scholar scoffed coldly.

These two are really courting death.

After leaving the tent, the old man turned and looked at the old woman:

“Madam Miyin, these young men are really not up to any good these days.”

“They have their own concerns, and I can understand them,” Mi Yin sighed. “I once encountered a stranger from the martial arts world and almost lost my life at his hands.”

"In the world of martial arts, life and death are commonplace."

The old man responded indifferently.

"Mr. Chang, what is your intention? To go alone? You should know that Miss Jiang has already died."

“That won’t do,” the old man stroked his beard and said. “I have some connections and can get in touch with people on the grasslands.”

"You actually intend to let a wolf into the house?!"

"This is a case of watching the tigers fight from afar and reaping the benefits without lifting a finger," Mr. Chang sneered. "Let those brutes from the grasslands scout ahead. If they manage to seize the treasure, the general will surely reward us handsomely!"

P.S.: I stayed up all night again and just finished writing.

(End of this chapter)