Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 299 This is no ordinary homecoming.

After Fang Changqing's death, the others quickly gathered in the dilapidated city of Chuanlai.

Lin Jiang saw several familiar faces, as well as several strangers.

However, Li Guang and other generals who were stationed in the south did not arrive, and Lin Jiang did not know their whereabouts.

After exchanging brief pleasantries with a few acquaintances, Lin Jiang's gaze was immediately drawn to a noblewoman in a long robe.

The lady appeared to be around thirty years old, with a gentle air about her, and a beauty mark under her eye. Even in the sweltering summer heat, she wore a high-necked long dress, the loose fit concealing her figure, making it difficult for Lin Jiang to discern her shape.

However, her beauty was indeed outstanding, unlike the radiant beauty of others who possessed a captivating blend of allure and innocence.

She is more like a woman who sits quietly at her desk all day, holding a book and savoring tea.

The other person clearly noticed Lin Jiang's gaze, turned their head, and gave him a gentle smile.

This time, Jiang Jinyue limped over to Lin Jiang and introduced him:

"This is Wen Zu, one of the three top figures in the capital."

So she was the Queen Mother of the West.

Lin Jiang had never met Wen Zu before and originally thought she would be an old man with a white beard, but he never expected her to be such a woman.

However, Lin Jiang focused his attention on Jiang Jinyue rather than Wen Zu.

At this moment, her condition was obviously extremely poor. Her body was covered in bruises, and thick scabs of blood had formed on her skin. Tree-like vines could be vaguely seen growing between the muscle fibers.

It's hard to imagine how much pain that slight movement would cause.

"Are you alright?" Lin Jiang used some of his life force on Jiang Jinyue, and Jiang Jinyue's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She moved her arms slightly and thanked Lin Jiang in a low voice.

However, Lin Jiang could still see the sorrow in her eyes.

It seems that she ultimately failed to reconcile with Li Guang.

Composing himself, the Imperial Advisor approached, his gaze sweeping over the crowd:

"I just received an urgent report from the capital. While most of us are away from the capital, the First Prince has led his troops to attack the heart of the capital."

Upon hearing this, the ease that had just faded from everyone's faces instantly froze, and the air suddenly tightened.

An elderly man with crimson hair and beard strode forward, his eyes wide as he stared intently at the Grand Preceptor's bald head: "Grand Preceptor! Are you trying to make fun of us? After the Great General's death, the Crown Prince is left with only a deputy general at most! Although that man is at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm, it is too inconceivable that he could single-handedly storm the capital!"

“It’s not just that deputy general; the eldest prince himself is also acting strangely.” The Grand Preceptor shook his head deeply. “I just checked Fang Changqing’s memories and discovered that the method of introducing calamity into the body to mass-produce deputy generals was taught to him by the eldest prince.”

"This!" The red-haired elder became even more anxious. "What should we do? This place is too far from the capital. Even if all of us used our full cultivation, it would probably take us at least three days to get back! Can the capital hold out for that long?"

"I have a method that can connect this place with the capital, but it can only take me back first. You all should head back first; there should be enough time."

After calculating with his fingers, the Imperial Preceptor determined that the time was about right and planned to activate the magic to leave immediately.

However, Lin Jiang immediately raised his hand:
"I should be able to bring everyone back."

All eyes immediately focused on Lin Jiang.

The few Star-level cultivators who had previously witnessed Lin Jiang's cultivation remained silent, but the red-haired old man, whose mouth was as fast as iron, blurted out:

"My friend, we've never met before. Where are you from? What is the wonderful method you speak of?"

Lin Jiang didn't answer, but simply reached out and grabbed it, then gently rubbed it.

Several pills instantly appeared in his palm.

"Returning to my hometown?"

Everyone stared intently, and Boss Guo immediately recognized the pill.

Lin Jiang nodded.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, clearly all familiar with the miraculous art of returning to one's hometown.

only……

This renowned elixir seems to have some limitations.

"Young master, your pills are renowned; we've long heard of them," Manager Guo said to Lin Jiang with a smile as he walked to the center of the group.
"After taking it, one only needs to close their eyes and concentrate, and they will feel as if they are floating on clouds, instantly returning to their beloved homeland. It is indeed a miraculous medicine, but few of us have the capital as our home. Even someone like me who has lived in the capital for a long time is afraid that it will be difficult to return to the capital by going back to my hometown."

“That’s right.” The red-haired old man scratched his head: “I live in the Northwest River, which is not too close to the capital. If I really had to run, I wouldn’t be much faster.”

"Seniors, you don't need to be from the capital. You only need to recall the place in the capital that left the deepest impression on you when you swallow this pill, and the pill will take you there."

Upon hearing Lin Jiang's words, the others looked again at the pill formula in his hand, their faces showing surprise:
"Can you go back once you've been there?"

"That's not true. It's only possible in the capital."

The main reason is that Lin Jiang has lived in Beijing for a long time and has a deep impression of the city, so returning to his hometown is the only way to bring everyone back.

His prescriptions wouldn't work anywhere else.

Having said all that, only the red-haired old man remained, scratching his head in bewilderment:

"What's different about the capital city..."

The Imperial Advisor slapped him on the back of the head: "Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

The red-haired old man shut up.

Seeing that the Imperial Advisor had said so, the other members of the group immediately agreed without hesitation. Each of them quickly took a pill, examined it carefully in their hands to make sure it was safe, and then swallowed it directly.

A wisp of mist appeared around them, swaying and rising straight into the sky.

This was the first time Lin Jiang had seen what happened after swallowing this pill, but he didn't have time to think too much about it and swallowed the pill directly.

He closed his eyes, and clouds rose around him.

The familiar alleyways of the capital city surfaced from the depths of his memory.

His body also turned into a phantom and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

……

The eldest prince put down the mirror and glanced at the street beside him.

At this moment, dawn was breaking in the capital city. What should have been a peaceful and tranquil day was instead filled with the sounds of restless shouts and cries of battle.

At the far end of the street, soldiers guarding the capital were fighting a group of strangely shaped paper figures. These paper figures looked exactly like maids and servants in a wealthy family's mansion, wearing shorts and trousers, but their faces were painted pale, with only two red marks on their cheeks.

The soldiers fighting them were all elites from the capital, and their bodies were shimmering with a faint light, clearly amplified by the Daoist arts.

These paper figures seemed endless, and instead of directly confronting the soldiers, they flew onto them, entangled them, and prevented them from paying attention to anything else.

The battle has been going on for almost a day.

Last night, the capital was peaceful, but for some unknown reason, a strong aura suddenly appeared in the streets and alleys of the capital, as if powerful beings were fighting. Then, a sea of ​​paper figures appeared in the streets and alleys.

The attack was swift and sudden; if the city's guards hadn't been elite soldiers, they probably would have suffered more than half their casualties in the very first encounter.

"Your Highness, it's time to go."

A young man with wide-open eyes, seemingly unable to blink, stood beside the eldest prince. His voice, noticeably louder, chuckled as he spoke. The eldest prince nodded, then strolled leisurely through the battlefield, heading straight for the distant palace.

He had been preparing for this day for a long time.

The remaining Stars in the capital were all delayed by his personally appointed adjutants. In terms of strength alone, his adjutants could not possibly defeat the righteous Stars, but it was not difficult to prevent them from coming out and ruining his plans by grouping them in twos and threes.

Before long, the two arrived at the main gate of the palace, where the palace was already on high alert.

The elite soldiers guarding the imperial city held weapons in their left hands and shields in their right, forming a defensive line in front of the moat; their bodies shimmered with a faint light, and upon closer inspection, some characters could be seen meandering across their skin.

"General Yu, I'm entrusting him to you." The eldest prince patted the young man beside him on the shoulder, and the young man laughed heartily, pounding his chest forcefully:
"Don't worry!"

Without blinking, the young man patted his back, and a cloak that almost dragged on the ground appeared on his back.

In his hand, he held a long sword with a blade as thin as paper and as straight as a pen tip, which was about the height of an adult.

The general guarding the palace gripped his shield tightly, cold sweat already trickling down his forehead.

He naturally recognized the two people in front of him.

The eldest prince didn't care; what mattered to him was the seemingly enthusiastic young man.

The Deputy General of Zhennan, Yu Wenyun, is at the eighth level of cultivation, and his cultivation is even deeper than that of the Grand General!
He was completely inept at military campaigns and combat, as well as at handling official documents. Apart from fighting, Yu Wenyun had almost nothing else in his mind, which was why he was not a great general.

But precisely because of this, facing him head-on on the battlefield would likely be much more stressful than facing Fang Changqing head-on!
Yu Wenyun, with a stubborn smile on his face, stared intently at the soldier before him and burst into laughter:
"How tragic and sorrowful it is that I have to fight with my colleagues in the capital! This truly fills my heart with grief!"

“General Yu, you are mistaken,” the eldest prince shook his head and smiled. “If it weren’t for these soldiers blocking our way, we would have already entered the palace, and I would have been able to ascend the throne with fewer casualties. Therefore, we must eliminate them as soon as possible.”

"Your Highness is wise."

Yu Wenyun laughed heartily.

The gatekeeper swallowed hard. He had no interest in arguing with Yu Wenyun, and simply waved his hand behind him, saying:

"Formation!"

He then held his long sword horizontally in front of him, suddenly pushed off the ground, and charged straight into the enemy formation like a streak of fire.

As soon as the two sides clashed, a loud roar suddenly rang out, and the soldiers guarding the main gate were sent flying backward by a huge force, rolling around on the ground in a sorry state.

The young man stood among the soldiers, looked around, and exclaimed in admiration:
"Truly impressive! If any other army formation had taken this blow, their shields would have been cleaved in two, yet you remain unscathed! This must be the result of your rigorous daily training!"

His tone sounded as if a general who had come from afar was evaluating his own soldiers.

“General Yu, perhaps it’s not that they are so powerful.” The eldest prince strolled leisurely past the groaning soldiers on the ground, came to the general’s side, and then pointed to the sky.

Both of them turned their gazes to that spot, where they saw an elderly man with white hair suspended in mid-air.

The old man's robe was unusually long; even when he was flying in the air, the hem of the robe could still reach the ground from the back.

A faint golden glow emanated from his body, enveloping the bodies of the people on the ground.

He heard the two people on the ground talking, lowered his head, and looked at them expressionlessly.

The eldest prince smiled and waved in greeting:
“Master Fa, it has been a long time since I last visited you. I hope you will forgive me.”

(End of this chapter)