Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 305 The Emperor is Dead
"National Division."

"You said."

"I don't eat people." Lin Jiang's expression turned unusually serious. "I did bite Fang Changqing at the time, but I spat out the flesh and blood afterwards. I chewed the knife, but I will never eat people, even if their methods and cultivation are far superior to mine, and eating them would be enough to raise my cultivation level. I still won't eat them."

Even if this is a relief for that person?

"I'd rather just give him a quick death."

The Imperial Advisor closed his eyes, sighed deeply, but ultimately remained silent, only nodding slowly.

"It's alright. Things might not come to that. Young Master still has Qi available. I'm just suggesting a backup plan; I really have no ill intentions."

"It's alright." Lin Jiang waved his hand gently.

The Imperial Advisor turned his head and looked back at the towering gate behind him, a faint trace of sorrow appearing in his eyes.

"This is a side palace of the imperial palace. When His Majesty had his accident, he asked me to bring him here. I set up a magic gate in the winding corridor nearby. Anyone who enters the corridor will lose their way and will not be able to find their way back, let alone reach this gate. Over time, this place naturally became quiet and silent, and no one dared to set foot here anymore."

“I have heard that after the emperor fell ill, many doctors came here one after another in an attempt to cure him.”

“It was true at first; we even invited your grandfather.”

"Grandpa?" Lin Jiang's face involuntarily showed surprise.

He pondered for a moment, and in his hazy memory, his grandfather had indeed been away from home for quite some time when he was very young, but he had no idea what had happened at that time.

"It was with your grandfather's great help that we were finally able to build this side palace, which has enabled the capital to stand still to this day."

"I never imagined that my grandfather would have such abilities," Lin Jiang sighed.

"Your grandfather traveled to distant lands for many years to ward off disasters. His insight into this matter is probably beyond even my reach."

The Imperial Advisor slightly turned his head and looked at Lin Jiang: "I learned from Sun Zhong that your grandfather suffered a mental injury. The national treasury contains elixirs that can nourish the three souls and seven spirits and awaken the mind and wisdom. I will retrieve them, hoping they will be of some help to your grandfather."

"Thank you."

"No, it is what I should do. After all, what I need next requires you to risk your life. This meager reward is far from enough to offset the risks involved."

The Imperial Advisor's gaze returned to the tightly closed door before him:
"His Majesty's current situation is quite peculiar, and the truth is difficult to explain. If it were revealed, the capital would be plunged into chaos within three days, sinking deep into the earth. Therefore, it must not be spoken. But..."

"Young Master, perhaps you can avert this calamity for His Majesty."

"I'm not bragging, but this shouldn't be a problem for me." Although Lin Jiang had no confidence at all, he still patted his chest, looking like he was ready to leave everything to me.

"Next, I will open this door a crack and invite you to enter the hall. Inside the hall stands a stone tablet, on which is engraved the cause and effect of all that His Majesty has encountered. You will understand it at a glance."

The Imperial Advisor introduced Lin Jiang as follows:

"If you succeed, young master, the entire nation of Daxing will remember your kindness. If you fail, young master, please do not try rashly. Now, you are the only one in the world who has the power to eliminate calamities. In my opinion, you are a thousand times more important than that old codger behind this door."

"I try my best."

The Imperial Advisor said no more, but once again bowed deeply towards Lin Jiang.

After doing all this, he turned around, stretched out his finger, and gently knocked on the door in front of him.

The seemingly stone gate rippled with waves at that moment.

The door itself remained silent, and did not open even a crack as the Grand Preceptor had said, but the Grand Preceptor made a gesture of invitation, seemingly indicating that Lin Jiang should pass through the closed door and enter.

Lin Jiang didn't walk straight forward. Instead, he reached into his sleeve and took out the small ginseng that had been overhearing everything.

Xiaoshan Shen looked slightly nervous. Although she had just told Lin Jiang that she planned to follow him to do good, she never expected to hear so much about it as soon as she turned around.

However, after thinking for a moment, she simply put her hands on her hips and spoke with an air of smugness:
Hello! I'm Little Ginseng!

In fact, Little Ginseng has been quite confused these past two days. She doesn't quite understand what a calamity is, nor does she understand what the bubble Lin Jiang swallowed was. All she knows is that these are top-tier villains, so evil that they have even lost their physical form.

It now appears that the emperor was also injured by that villain, and Lin Jiang seems to have the ability to deal with him.

Lin Jiang was rarely proud, but Xiao Shanshen felt that this was wrong; she had to be proud of him!
The Imperial Advisor also gazed at the little fellow. He had always known that Lin Jiang had hidden this little thing in his sleeve, and he was also aware of Liang Huashan's obsession with the child. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he said:
"Hello, I am the Grand Preceptor of Daxing."

"I trouble the Imperial Advisor to look after the Divine Herb, as the contents inside are probably not suitable for children."

Upon hearing this, Shencaojun immediately became angry: "I'm not a child, I'm older than you, I might even be older than this bald guy!"

Lin Jiang laughed heartily, then turned and entered through the gate.

Little Ginseng stomped his foot angrily, made a mischievous face towards the gate, and then turned his head, tilting his little head up to look directly at the Grand Preceptor.

Her gaze lingered on the Imperial Preceptor's gleaming bald head for a long time before she finally spoke:

"Your head is so bright."

"I think the brightness of a man's head reflects his handsomeness." The Grand Preceptor touched his head, a genuine smile on his face.

Although Xiao Shanshen didn't quite understand what the Grand Preceptor meant, he felt that the bald man in front of him was talking nonsense.

After thinking for a while, I still couldn't help but ask:
"Aren't you very good?" "I am indeed very good."

"Can you teach me? I want to know how to become good."

Xiao Shanshen asked, "Lin Jiang is exceptionally powerful. Although he always advises me to just have good intentions, I still want to become stronger."

At this point, the young ginseng suddenly became nervous again:
"I don't want those crooked and unethical ways to get stronger!"

The Imperial Advisor was about to speak, but was silenced by the little ginseng's words. He stared at the little fellow for a moment:

Where do these thoughts of yours come from?

"I saw it in a picture book. In the bestselling illustrated story book that came out in the North last month, there was a hero who practiced evil kung fu. Although his skills improved by leaps and bounds, he also became a villain."

The Imperial Preceptor couldn't help but chuckle: "You can rest assured about that. If the methods I teach are all regarded as heretical, then no one in this world would dare to claim to be on the righteous path. I can indeed teach you some things."

"Okay!" Little Ginseng nodded seriously, "Thank you!"

The Imperial Advisor now understood why Lin Jiang liked this little guy so much.

……

As Lin Jiang stepped through the door, he felt as if the door were a flowing stream.

Feeling the subtle resistance coming from the surroundings, Lin Jiang stomped his foot hard, and the resistance vanished in an instant.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a spacious hall.

There were no windows or any other light sources, such as torches, in the main hall. Yet, even so, Lin Jiang could still clearly see every detail inside.

The ground was neatly paved with stone bricks, and towering pillars supported the dome. A stone tablet stood in the center, tall and steady, silently watching Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang's gaze passed over the stone tablet and looked toward the highest position in the hall behind.

He saw a coffin.

The coffin did not look luxurious at all; on the contrary, it looked extremely simple and appeared to be made of the most ordinary rosewood.

Above the coffin, someone had neatly arranged a large number of ink lines with an ink line, and then bound them inside and out with a red rope as thick as a forearm.

The coffin hung halfway in the air, completely still.

Even though the hall was brightly lit, Lin Jiang still couldn't help but frown when he saw the coffin.

The entire space was shrouded in an eerie gloom, and the source of this gloom was naturally the coffin in front of them.

Moreover, Lin Jiang seemed to have a feeling.

As I stared at the coffin, the coffin seemed to be staring back at me.

After staring for a while, Lin Jiang finally looked away.

He looked closely at the stone slab in front of him.

The lines of text carved above the stone slab also immediately caught Lin Jiang's eye:
"This is the burial place of the emperor who was destined to die. Remember, the emperor is dead, and the person in the coffin is not alive."

Upon reading just this first sentence, Lin Jiang's brows involuntarily furrowed, and then he quickly scanned the text from top to bottom:
"His Majesty is dead and cannot be brought back to life. However, those who know of this matter must not speak of it when they go out. To say that someone is alive is to say that someone is dead, and to say that someone is dead is to say that someone is alive. If millions of people mourn His Majesty, then His Majesty will be resurrected, but the resurrected His Majesty will not be His Majesty. Instead, he will bring disaster upon himself."

"Your Majesty's body must not be harmed, otherwise a great calamity will surge forth like a raging tide, ruining the world and humanity."

"Remember this. Remember this."

Lin Jiang read it twice and finally understood it in his mind.

A calamity was said to have possessed the emperor, and to prevent the calamity from manifesting, the emperor put himself in a state of suspended animation.

The calamity seemed to possess a strange power, capable of turning the dead back to life. The imperial advisor spread the word that the emperor was seriously injured but had not yet died.

Perhaps some kind of magic was used, but in any case, the emperor and the calamity were sealed together in this coffin.

Staring at the coffin before him, Lin Jiang suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

I feel like I've seen similar characters in works from my own world.

Shaking his head and regaining his composure, Lin Jiang walked straight to the coffin.

The closer Lin Jiang got, the more obvious the suppressive meaning on the coffin became, making it look somewhat like a coffin used to suppress zombies in villages and towns.

Just as Lin Jiang was about to place his hand on the coffin, the coffin suddenly trembled.

"Am I still alive?"

A low, hoarse voice suddenly came from inside the coffin, as if cut by a knife.

(End of this chapter)