Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 283 General

South of Daxing, across a long river called "Qinghe", stands a large city called Chuanlai City.

The city was originally named Chuanlai, meaning that merchant ships and passenger ships came and went like a woven tapestry on the Milky Way. Later, it came under the jurisdiction of Daxing. The first governor was quite literate, so he changed Chuanlai to Chuanlai, which has been used ever since.

Today, Chuanlai City is not only the location of the General's Mansion, but also a key assembly point for the Southern Army.

The city was not bustling today; most people kept their doors and windows closed, staying indoors and holding their breath, afraid to go out.

They only dared to peek cautiously through the cracks in the window.

Soldiers stood in rows on both sides of the street, their faces as cold and hard as iron, carving out a passage in the middle of the long street.

At that moment, two people were walking slowly along this bluestone path.

One of them was covered in sturdy, gleaming armor, with a thick stubble covering his chin, but his eyes were sharp as stars. He had a handsome appearance and the awe-inspiring demeanor of a soldier defending the country.

The other man beside him wore a long robe, his face showing the vicissitudes of middle age, with fine lines of time etched at the corners of his eyes, while his head was gleaming.

The sunlight fell on it, making it exceptionally dazzling.

The two of them then slowly walked forward on the bluestone.

The Imperial Advisor's gaze swept across the desolate streets on both sides, and he sighed softly:

"This long street is completely deserted except for your soldiers."

"The Imperial Advisor has arrived. All irrelevant personnel should be cleared away." The middle-aged man's tone remained calm and unusually peaceful.

The Imperial Advisor shook his head:

“My view is different from yours. I believe that a city can only be called a city when it is bustling with people and full of life.”

"The common people are unaware of our plans and often disobey our orders. If we allow them to do as they please, they will inevitably leak our important plans to the enemy, which is a great taboo."

“Leaking information about the enemy…” the Grand Preceptor repeated the word in a low voice, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the General with a half-smile.

"The adversary you're thinking of, could it be me?"

The general remained silent.

The Imperial Advisor smiled slightly, said nothing more, and simply strolled forward leisurely with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune.

Before long, the general led the imperial advisor to the city center, where a magnificent mansion stood, with soldiers solemnly guarding the gate.

Upon seeing the two approaching, the soldier immediately pushed open the gate.

The Imperial Advisor stood in front of the gate and looked inside, but he did not see any elegant artificial mountains and waters. He only saw that the interior of the magnificent mansion had been completely renovated.

The main area resembled a drill ground, with weapon racks placed nearby and tables and chairs piled up in several places, displaying sand tables and maps on top. It was more like a military headquarters than a residence.

“When I first arrived in Sichuan, local wealthy merchants joined forces to build a large mansion, hoping I would move in. I did move in, but later an investigation revealed that they were communicating with bandits in the south, which was an act of treason, so they were beheaded. After that, I changed the mansion to this state.”

After the general finished his introduction, he led the imperial advisor directly into the main hall.

The hall was empty except for two chairs: one for the head of the household and one for the guest.

The general sat in the main seat, while the imperial advisor sat in the guest seat.

"You know why I came to find you, right?"

The Imperial Advisor still smiled at the General, but this time he went straight to the point and stopped beating around the bush.

"know."

“I warned you when you first started making trouble that you could do whatever you wanted, but there were some things you could touch and some things you absolutely could not touch.”

The smile on the Imperial Advisor's face gradually faded, eventually disappearing completely, leaving not a trace of a smile on his face:
"You have broken a taboo."

"I have a clear conscience about what I have done." The general maintained his indifferent expression.

"The southern barbarians are launching increasingly powerful attacks, as are those in the northern grasslands. The country is currently divided and in turmoil. These past few years have severely depleted Daxing's strength. If this continues, Daxing will ultimately be destroyed by internal strife."

The general, having reached this point, fixed his gaze on the Grand Preceptor. Seeing no reaction from the other, he continued:

"I have found a way to safely control the power of disaster, so that those in Daxing who will never have the chance to become stars in this lifetime can obtain the power of stars. After that, the eldest prince will be elected to the throne, and Daxing will gain thousands of stars. At that time, the country's power will be unprecedented! The whole world will also be in Daxing's hands!"

Before he finished speaking, a burning fervor finally erupted on the general's face. He stood up, raised his fist high, as if a thousand soldiers were under his command:
"Grand Preceptor! Teacher! You once taught me! You also declared that a true man should live in this world to protect his country! My actions can help the Great Xing become a celestial beacon, making His Majesty an emperor for all ages! Is this not also for the purpose of protecting the country?"

After delivering his impassioned speech, the general's emotions gradually calmed down, his fervor subsided, and he returned to a composed demeanor.

He sat back down in his seat:
"Imperial Advisor, do you think there's a problem with what I said?"

“If you had borrowed something else to achieve this, I might have stood up and applauded, marveling that my Great Xing Kingdom has produced such a fine young man.” The Grand Preceptor shook his head: “But what you borrowed was calamity.”

Why should calamity be avoided?

"As I said before, it is an evil from beyond the realm that corrupts all living beings. Calamities will befall the world, corpses will be strewn everywhere, and the world will be without light. Therefore, it is unacceptable."

"But I have already injected this calamity into several people, and they have all reached the Star Point Realm. Although they are unstable, there are no signs of them going out of control."

"That's only temporary. You haven't seen the true form of the calamity, so you don't know how dangerous it is."

"Then let me see for myself!" the general muttered angrily. "You always say this, but you never show anyone. I know nothing about you, so how can I believe you?"

"I can't show you."

"why?"

"You can't handle it."

"Even my eighth-level cultivation can't withstand it?"

“You can’t handle it. If you were studying magic, you might be able to give it a try, but you’re not.” “Screw it.”

The general waved his hand angrily, then seemed to calm down and looked at the unmoved imperial advisor.

He had just spoken passionately and indignantly about his ideas and plans, but the Grand Preceptor's large head remained completely still, like a deep, cold pool, without a ripple.

The Imperial Preceptor merely listened, without taking any of the words to heart.

Seeing this reaction, the general understood.

A bitter smile appeared on his lips:
"Still not working?"

The Grand Master's voice was as steady as an ancient well.
"Hand over all the officers involved and imprison yourself in the southern border for three years. Even then, you will still be a general."

Handing over all the adjutant generals would mean losing a crucial arm of the Grand General's power, and staying in the southern border for three years without leaving would mean that the Grand Secretary's faction of civil officials would dominate the Daxing region for three years.

In this way, the eldest prince he favored naturally had no chance of ascending the throne.

The general took a deep breath and was about to say something when the Grand Preceptor continued:
"And there's something else you need to tell me."

"what?"

"Who taught you this method?"

Which method are you referring to?

"How did you manage to infuse the calamity into their bodies?" The Grand Preceptor's tone grew increasingly cold as he spoke: "This method is beyond the reach of ordinary people. No one in the world can do it. You couldn't do it, and neither could I."

The general was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed:

"Why can't I do it?"

"Yeah."

The Imperial Advisor paused for a moment, then suddenly looked up:
"If you're not Fang Changqing, then who are you?"

"If I am not Fang Changqing, then who could be Fang Changqing?"

The general's tone had completely lost its earlier excitement; on the contrary, his words were unusually calm.

He even had a calm smile on his face, completely different from his bearded appearance.

The Imperial Advisor stopped looking at the man before him, stood up, and gazed past the man's body, past the high walls of Chuanlai, and straight into the distance.

In the distance, in mid-air, a scarlet crack tore through the blue sky, the wound-like fissure remaining in mid-air, a silent wail echoing in all directions.

Within that wound, a bizarre painting was revealed.

……

Donkey Head held the tea cup below the hood and poured it inside.

No one could tell how he drank the tea, but they could clearly see white smoke rising from the mouth and eyes of the donkey's head.

The teahouse was deathly silent. Most of the wandering swordsmen in the teahouse today were listless. Some were slumped over the tables, some were crouching nervously at the door, and some hadn't come here at all today.

They said they were going on a mission further north, but everyone knew they were just going north to avoid disaster.

Others might receive the news later, but as members of the General's household, they already knew that today was the day the Imperial Preceptor would arrive in Sichuan, and that the General would personally welcome him.

How the Grand Preceptor treats the General almost determines the future of the General's residence.

These martial arts practitioners, gathered from all walks of life, were unaware of the arrangements made by their superiors, and the donkey-headed man in charge of the area never mentioned such matters.

In such a state of confusion and helplessness, people inevitably feel anxious and uneasy.

Especially since their location isn't too far from Sichuan.

If there is any unrest or war, their area will likely suffer as well.

"grown ups."

Mi Yin walked up to the donkey's head, bowed respectfully, and then asked in a low voice:
"Is there anything we need to prepare?"

Donkey Head put down his teacup:
"Are you nervous?"

"Never."

Lady Miyin bowed her head and replied.

Even so, how could she not be flustered?
She came seeking the General's Mansion's secret method for prolonging life. Just when she thought she had finally overcome her mental hurdle, she was first humiliated by an unknown wanderer, then encouraged by Master Chang, and now this incident has occurred.

The old lady couldn't help but wonder if she had followed the wrong person, and wondered if she would have to find someone else to rely on.

"Rest assured, the general never mistreats his followers."

Donkey Head handed the old lady a flatbread:
"We'll have roast duck for dinner, and then we'll wrap the duck meat in this pancake and eat it."

The old lady took the flatbread, but had no appetite for it.

He let out a long sigh and was about to go to the side to drink tea to relieve his boredom when he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly.

Startled, he looked up and gazed anxiously in the direction from which the river had come.

Even from a distance, the group could clearly see that the sky in the distance seemed to be tinged with a deep red color.

It was as if someone had splashed blood onto the sky, soaking half of the heavens.

(End of this chapter)