Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 288 Can a single breath kill a calamity? It really can?
The thick fog spread into the dark night.

The sea surface swept by the fog instantly froze into a solid sheet of ice, and a fierce cold current suddenly surged up on the ice, wisps of white smoke rising in the rising sun.

Sunlight pierced through the mist, scattering across the ice surface and refracting a dazzling array of colors, so bright it was blinding.

The dense fog and the darkness forged by disaster collided violently, but instead of colliding as fiercely as expected, they merged into one in an instant.

In an instant, the night sky seemed to expand by a circle.

Old Zhao immediately turned his head to look at Lin Jiang beside him.

Though he didn't utter a word, his eyes clearly asked:

Are you sure this method really works?

The black night sky before them continued to expand, and everyone instinctively took two steps back. However, before they could even speak, the entire night sky suddenly detached from the sea and floated towards the sky.

Old Zhao could clearly see that the surface of the round sphere was shimmering with seven colors, just like the dazzling bubbles that occasionally rose from the basin when a palace maid was washing clothes with soap.

"Snapped."

The bubbles that had risen into the air suddenly burst, and thick black shadows gushed out like a torrential rain.

Many dark figures fell straight onto the deck. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be schools of fish with twisted tails and eerie glints in their eyes.

The crew members, who had just witnessed the strange behavior of these fish, were terrified and stumbled backward as if they had fallen.

They soon realized that the fish on the deck were normal, just like fresh catches during the fish-keeping season, jumping and tumbling on the wooden planks.

Zhao Ye's general cautiously approached and lightly flicked one of the tails with his finger.

After a slight touch, he immediately nodded to the side:

"It looks like an ordinary sea fish."

Master Zhao also strolled over to the school of fish, bent down to examine them for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed:
"Unusual, with a strong Qi aura. It's a treasure."

After saying this, he moved closer to the large ship and looked around.

Only then did they realize that the surrounding sea had frozen into an ice field. The fish that had just fallen had not entered the seawater, but instead were thrashing and jumping on the ice. Some of them were already sealed by the frost, maintaining a half-frozen, struggling posture.

Of course, their large ship was also frozen on the ice.

In this situation, let alone setting sail, even moving an inch would be extremely difficult.

At this moment, Old Zhao finally couldn't help but turn his head to look at Lin Jiang beside him. The latter was breathing heavily, obviously having exerted himself a little too much.

He originally thought that Lin Jiang would at most force the disaster to retreat.

But just now...

Damn it, he was blown to death by the calamity in one breath!

Old Zhao felt a few drops of cold sweat appear on his forehead.

But what he felt most intensely was a burning passion buried deep within his heart.

Then he,

Is it possible to gradually resolve all the calamities?

……

All the fish on the ice were hauled onto the deck, and Lin Jiang ate them one by one as if they were snacks.

As soon as the fish entered his mouth, he could chew it less than twice before it turned into a delicious broth, sliding down his throat and into his stomach. It then transformed into a stream of energy that circulated within his body, replenishing what he had just consumed.

These fish are all treasures, containing abundant Qi (vital energy), and even normal people will benefit greatly from eating them.

But perhaps because of the unusual sight created by the fish, almost no one dared to eat them except Lin Jiang.

But Gongxuan and Xiaoshanshen still tried a few.

Gong Xuan relied on his expertise in eating and drinking, while Xiao Shan Shen was simply greedy.

However, after eating two of them, they were too exhausted to continue.

Their ability to digest Qi is still far inferior to Lin Jiang's.

So all these fish became Lin Jiang's snacks.

After eating the fish, not only did Lin Jiang recover from his exhaustion, but his cultivation level was also rapidly increasing at a visible speed. He had only recently entered the third level of the Heavenly Realm, and his Qi was already beginning to approach a corner of the fourth level.

Lin Jiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
If you want to level up quickly, you still need to farm in the wild.

When he went to support the Grand Preceptor, he was surrounded by hordes of calamities, but it was unclear whether these calamities were edible.

If it could really be ingested...

What kind of feeling would it be?
Thinking of this, Lin Jiang couldn't help but feel moved, and tears welled up in his eyes.

At the edge of the distant ice floes, the military general who had accompanied Elder Zhao had plunged his halberd deep into the sea, and he shouted loudly towards the bow of the ship:

"Let's set sail!"

He then gave a sharp push with the halberd handle, slowly pushing the massive ice floe onto the sea surface, where it moved steadily forward.

Unfortunately, they were not far from the port, but the ship was completely destroyed.

The people on the ship were unable to swim to shore, so they had to rely on the general with profound knowledge of Taoism to act as "boatmen" and propel the huge ice floes all the way to the port.

Fortunately, the general did not act arrogantly at all. Instead, he enthusiastically paddled across the huge ice floe, as excited as a child.

"Mr. Lü has quite the refined taste," Lin Jiang said with a smile as he ate another fish and looked at the general who was striding forward with his weapon.

The general's surname was Lü, and his given name was Shi. He was a trusted confidant of Zhao Lao.

He was always taciturn and rarely took action, but the skills he displayed in dealing with the calamity just now made Lin Jiang realize that Old Zhao had indeed made the right decision to bring him on the expedition. "Don't be fooled by his usual aloof appearance," Old Zhao shook his head slightly, "when it comes to hunting and riding horses, he's the most enthusiastic. He clearly already has considerable skill, yet he still manages to get covered in mud with those greenhorns under his command. This kid doesn't seem like the makings of a proper general."

Lin Jiang pondered Zhao Lao's temperament, and a subtle expression appeared on his face:
"Isn't this exactly the same as what you did, Old Zhao?"

In terms of lacking respect for elders, Old Zhao's subordinates were pretty much the same.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao's face immediately turned red:

"How can that be the same! I call this sharing joy with the people!"

Lin Jiang chuckled.

"Xiao Lin, do you want to learn to embrace diversity?" Old Zhao abruptly changed the subject.

"Yes, I really want to!" But this change of topic worked well for Lin Jiang.

Old Zhao had no intention of hiding his skills and quickly explained the entire method to Lin Jiang.

The entire method is not actually too difficult. Its main purpose is to use the mouth to imitate the Qiankun Bag, but it is not very convenient to train.

Because initially this method could only be used three times per major cycle, one had to study and practice diligently to unleash its true power.

After mastering the basics, Lin Jiang tested it on a pile of fish in front of him, and his first attempt at swallowing and spitting out fish resulted in him sucking up almost half of the pile.

Although the effect was acceptable, it was still quite inferior to the methods that Master Zhao had used before.

Even so, Lin Jiang was still quite satisfied.

This skill is even more compatible than the prescription.

After three training sessions, there weren't many fish left in the pile, and it would probably take another hour or so to reach the shore. The people on the boat were once again left with nothing to do.

Lin Jiang first poked the small ginseng lying on the deck with his finger. The ginseng, with its round belly, immediately waved its slender hand and pushed Lin Jiang away after being poked.
"Don't make trouble."

Lin Jiang laughed as he watched:

"You must have saved quite a few people on the ship this time."

"I'm a hero!" Little Ginseng perked up immediately. She originally wanted to get up and give Lin Jiang a few more shouts and gestures, but after a couple of fidgets, she lay down with her big belly. "A hero should help people."

"Yes, yes, the hero is truly amazing."

Hearing Lin Jiang's praise, Xiao Shanshen smiled with satisfaction.

After playing with the ginseng for a while, Lin Jiang turned his head to look at Old Zhao not far away. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before lowering his voice and saying:
"Mr. Zhao, I have a rather impolite question that I would like to ask you."

How rude is that?

"It's hard to say how rude it was to you."

"Stop spouting nonsense." Old Zhao glared at him irritably. "Spit it out!"

"What I want to ask is, given the current state of Daxing, why don't you, sir, try to contend for the throne?"

Compared to the eldest prince, who was clearly alienated, and the third prince, who was secretly plotting, Lin Jiang felt that Elder Zhao was much more suitable than either of them.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao burst out laughing.

Lin Jiang was a little confused by the laughter.

After laughing, Old Zhao sighed helplessly and said:
"This matter is indeed little known to outsiders. However, since you have the means to deal with calamities, it wouldn't hurt to tell you."

Old Zhao took out a small bronze bell from his pocket, shook it gently twice, and a water-like light and shadow instantly rose around the two of them, effectively isolating them from sound.

After confirming that the method was correct, Elder Zhao said:
"Xiao Lin, in your opinion, who is actually in charge of Daxing?"

Lin Jiang initially wanted to say "the Emperor," but considering Old Zhao's attitude, he hesitated for a moment and changed his answer:
"It's the Stars who are in charge."

Upon hearing Lin Jiang's reply, a hint of surprise flashed across Old Zhao's eyes:
"You're quite perceptive, lad; you're smarter than I thought."

"So, Your Highness and His Majesty are just a facade, a pretext to bring the power struggle to the surface?"

Lin Jiang asked again in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao shook his head:
"Half right."

"half?"

"Hehe." Old Zhao suddenly laughed: "Back when the states were at war, guess who was the best fighter?"

"Hiss. From what you're saying, it's definitely not the Imperial Advisor. It's the Emperor?"

“That’s my old brother.” Old Zhao then laughed heartily: “His cultivation is not as profound as the Grand Preceptor’s, but he cultivates the Way of Annihilation and is in charge of the Execution Department. In direct combat, he is invincible in the world. Back then, it was thanks to him and the Grand Preceptor, one a scholar and the other a warrior, that they were able to sweep away the surrounding countries and build the great prosperity we have today.”

Lin Jiang then suddenly realized what was going on.

The two princes were of mediocre ability and were merely a pretext for the power struggle, but the emperor was exceptionally strong.

Indeed, this emperor was the founding monarch who had personally laid the foundation for the dynasty on the battlefield. How could he not have possessed profound wisdom and experience?
Unexpectedly, several years ago, the emperor was inexplicably seriously injured, which ultimately lured those lurking stars into action, dragging the two princes into the mess.

This matter differs slightly from what Sun Zhong reported at the time, but from Sun Zhong's perspective, it may have been brought about by the two princes exercising their autonomy and initiative.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiang couldn't help but ask:

"Master Zhao, what kind of person was the emperor? I was too young when he was in power, and I only heard that he was a wise ruler of the world. I didn't hear anything more about him."

"Him?" Master Zhao chuckled. "He was a tyrant when he was young."

"Huh?" A question mark appeared above Lin Jiang's head.

He thought about the situation in Daxing. Although some places were indeed in chaos, most of those things happened after the emperor fell from power. Before he fell, things were still relatively peaceful.

Could someone who can manage a country like this be a tyrant?

(End of this chapter)