Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 298 Changes in the Capital
Sunlight scattered, pebbles and sand flew.

The ground below is a dilapidated city. This was the former Chuanlai City. When the Great General and the Imperial Preceptor were fighting, Chuanlai City was struck by the clash of their magic below and is now in ruins.

In the very center of the square, there was a deep hole, and inside the hole, Fang Changqing lay half-paralyzed.

His limbs had completely turned into dust and vanished, and what flowed from the gap was not blood, but a stream of black paint with an iridescent hue.

Lin Jiang stepped on him, and his clothes burst open again, sending waves of heat and energy spreading upwards. Lin Jiang let out a long sigh of relief.

Under the impact of the dual chaotic Qi technique, Fang Changqing's Qi channels had long been severed. He just stared intently at the rising sun in the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

The Imperial Advisor and Master Zhao flew down from the sky and landed beside Fang Changqing.

With the outcome now decided, the two had no intention of doing anything more to Fang Changqing; they simply watched him quietly.

"Is there anything else you'd like to say?" the Imperial Advisor asked.

Fang Changqing turned around and looked at Lin Jiang, who was stepping on him.

He stared at Lin Jiang for a moment, then forced out a hoarse voice from his throat:
Are you from Daxing?

Lin Jiang removed his foot from Fang Changqing, his brows furrowing slightly:
"I am, you are not."

Fang Changqing's body disintegrated at an accelerated rate. He struggled to move a couple of times before finally suppressing the anger in his eyes.

He pointed with difficulty to his own nose:
"You, eat me."

"what?"

“After you consume me, all my techniques will belong to you, and you will become an asset to Daxing.” Fang Changqing stared intently at Lin Jiang: “You have the skill, you can do it. In this way, I will protect Daxing in a different way.”

Lin Jiang immediately shrank his neck slightly backward:

"You're disgusting."

Fang Changqing finally couldn't contain himself, and an angry look appeared on his face:

"My entire life has been dedicated to cultivating the Dao. If you consume me, it will allow your cultivation to reach an even higher level!"

“I find you disgusting, and I don’t eat disgusting things.” Lin Jiang shook his head decisively, rejecting the suggestion.

"You! You even bit me back then!"

"That's for performing the magic."

Fang Changqing closed his eyes.

His vital energy surged and churned violently, eventually receding into silence like the receding tide.

"Enough." Fang Changqing shook his head, knowing the final moment had arrived, and slowly looked at the Imperial Advisor:

"If the Grand Preceptor is still willing to help me, then bury me here in the southern border. After Dianxing dies, there will be a celestial phenomenon, and this phenomenon... may help Daxing temporarily repel foreign enemies."

As his voice faded, he was utterly exhausted.

One last look at the sky.

Even if you can't see clearly, you still feel the comfort of the sunlight.

I spent many years guarding the southern border. In the past, I had no one to accompany me. Every morning at dawn, I would lean against the rising sun in the distance.

At the moment of his death, he was all alone, with only the sunlight keeping him company.

Fang Changqing suddenly realized that he had just tried to drag everyone down with him. This seemed to be different from what he had originally hoped for.

Only when the ashes were close to his face did Fang Changqing murmur:

"Did i do something wrong?"

“From the moment you became involved in this calamity, there has been not a single correct statement you have made,” the Grand Preceptor sighed.

Fang Changqing closed his eyes, and his physical form gradually turned into specks of light and disappeared.

Where his body disintegrated, eight crimson beads, as red as blood, suddenly fell out, landing on the ground and spinning around.

Amidst all this, a faint wisp of soul drifted by, seemingly just a remnant of Fang Changqing.

Lin Jiang, who had read the Great Record of Enlightenment, could tell that this was a human soul that recorded memories.

It is unclear whether the Imperial Advisor used his methods to forcibly preserve this wisp of human soul, or whether Fang Changqing left it behind himself.

With a flick of his wide sleeves, the Grand Preceptor steadily placed the bead into his palm, and the human soul also floated to his side, where it was held in his hand.

The surrounding area was silent, with no celestial phenomena or any unusual activity. After Dianxing's death, there should have been extraordinary phenomena in the heavens and earth, but there was none at all.

It was as if just an ordinary person had died.

The Imperial Advisor closed his eyes and let out a low sigh.

Perhaps the star in Fang Changqing's destiny disappeared completely the moment he fell into misfortune.

A crack appeared in the palm of the Grand Preceptor's hand. He threw all the beads into the crack, but the human soul remained unmoved as he held it.

"It's over?" Master Zhao stared at the huge crater, still feeling a little unreal.

"It's over, he's dead."

Master Zhao's lips moved slightly, but in the end he sighed softly.

Zhennan and Zhenbei, both were generals, but unexpectedly, this young man, who was considered quite accomplished by Lord Zhao, ended up like this.

"Speaking of which, how exactly did this calamity afflict him? And where did he learn the method to implant the calamity into an ordinary person's body?"

Lin Jiang suddenly asked a question, and the Imperial Advisor picked up the human soul in his hand:
"We'll find out once we investigate." With that, the Imperial Advisor gently pointed at the soul of the person before him.

The next moment, the soul seemed to follow the unfolding book in the middle, revealing all its contents to the group.

Most of these are fragments of memories left over from when Fang Changqing was training soldiers, and they don't seem to contain much of note.

The Imperial Advisor lightly touched the floating mirror image with his finger, and the scene before everyone's eyes suddenly changed.

It moved forward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a short while, it finally stopped in a dark room.

Here, they heard this sound:

"General, with this method, my Great Xing will naturally become the king of millions, the king of kings. In that case, wouldn't everyone be a star?"

Lin Jiang stared at the screen in front of him and saw a handsome middle-aged man smiling at the general above him.

He suddenly realized that the person who said this looked somewhat familiar.

It seems like...

He was the man who went to Lanke Village back then!

Lin Jiang turned his head, just about to tell the Grand Preceptor and Master Zhao about this, when he suddenly realized that their expressions were much worse than his own.

They immediately realized that the two of them probably knew this man.

"Who is this person?"

Lin Jiang couldn't help but ask.

Hearing his words, the two of them turned their heads to look at Lin Jiang.

After exchanging a glance, Master Zhao sighed:
"This is... my eldest nephew, the current eldest prince of Daxing."

"hiss."

This method was actually told to the general by the eldest prince.

How did the eldest prince find out?

wrong!

This person is actually near Lanke Village!

Lin Jiang's eyes narrowed, and he immediately and hurriedly told the Grand Preceptor and Elder Zhao about the matter. The two of them immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Without delay, the Imperial Advisor pressed his fingers to his ear.

He seemed to have used some kind of magic to listen to extremely distant sounds, and just a moment later, the Grand Preceptor's expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" Master Zhao couldn't help but ask immediately.

"The eldest prince is in the capital, using calamities to attack the palace."

The Imperial Advisor's voice was deep.

……

The scout withdrew his Thousand-Mile Vision technique; his forehead was now covered in sweat.

All dead.

The general is also dead.

What the hell do we do this?
He's just a lowly soldier who can travel a thousand miles! You want him to deal with this group of people?

No, he definitely can't handle this. We need to inform the Crown Prince as soon as possible.

He immediately took out the mirror and quickly contacted the eldest prince.

A moment later, a phantom image appeared in the mirror, showing a man standing in it.

He has a refined and gentle appearance, a smiling face, and is as handsome as a jade tree in the wind.

It was the eldest prince.

"Your Highness, there has been some unexpected trouble here..."

The scout quickly reported everything that had just happened to the eldest prince. Upon hearing this, the eldest prince closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
"I never expected that Fang Jun would ultimately die in the South. It seems that the young man you mentioned is Lin Jiang."

"Lin Jiang? Lin Shengfeng's grandson?"

"Yes, he probably inherited the art of alchemy, but he didn't expect that this art of alchemy also has a part specifically for dealing with calamities."

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" The scout's voice was tense and bewildered.

"You can take it down yourself. Don't worry, there's no need to worry about this. I've already arrived in the capital; I've won."

The scouts could faintly hear the crackling of flames coming from across the mirror, along with shouts of battle and screams of agony.

Is this the kind of sound Beijing should have?
He didn't dare say anything, but could only ask again:
“I’ve seen the document before. Back then, Lin Shengfeng practiced the Homecoming Elixir Formula and could instantly return to his hometown from a great distance. If this kid also has such a mysterious method, wouldn’t he be able to use the elixir to immediately send all the stars around him back to the capital?”

The eldest prince chuckled upon hearing this:

"The Homecoming Pill is meant to help one return to their hometown or the place most deeply etched in their memory. However, among those who are chosen, very few have their hometown in the capital. While there are those who cherish the capital in their hearts, the most dangerous one is the Imperial Preceptor, and I am prepared for that."

He paused for a moment before slowly continuing:

"Unless he can modify the pill formula, but that is something that originates from the Dao of Heaven, he has no such ability, and no one in this world has such skill."

(End of this chapter)