Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 306 Looking Back Through the Fog
A deep male voice suddenly rang out from the coffin, hoarse as if two pieces of dry tree bark were rubbing against each other.

"Am I still alive?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang immediately frowned.

Before he could think further, another question came from inside the coffin.

"I am asking you, am I still alive?"

"You are already dead," Lin Jiang said directly.

"I'm dead?"

"Yes."

"..."

The sounds from inside the coffin fell into a brief silence; the creature inside seemed to be deep in thought, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long while, the hoarse, unpleasant voice finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"But if I were truly dead, why would I still be able to speak?"

"Dead people can talk just fine. I'm dead too, and I can still talk."

"Are you dead too?"

"Correct."

After Lin Jiang finished speaking, he clearly felt something like a gaze sweeping over his body from bottom to top from inside the coffin.

A moment later, a voice came from inside:
“You really are dead. But you look like you’re alive. You’re really strange.”

"So you really are dead, and it's normal that you can still speak."

"You are speaking very disrespectfully to me."

"You're already dead, why should I still respect you?"

The coffin fell silent once more. The person inside had clearly been pondering for a long time, and after a moment of hesitation, finally let out a soft sigh:
“You’re right. I’m already dead, so there’s no need to show me any more respect.”

After that, there was no more sound from the coffin.

Lin Jiang didn't know if the person inside had truly shut up or was still secretly observing him. He had no time to care at the moment, and directly reached out and pressed his hand down on the coffin in front of him.

The unsettling, eerie feeling emanating from the coffin grew even stronger.

However, Lin Jiang suppressed his emotions and carefully poured a stream of Qi into the coffin.

As the Qi flowed in, Lin Jiang clearly felt a strong resistance.

And this resistance...

It's incredibly big!
For a moment, Lin Jiang felt as if something was fiercely competing with him, and even vaguely began to backfire on his Qi.

Lin Jiang frowned.

That's incredibly fierce!
At this moment, Lin Jiang's anger surged. He suddenly mobilized the several streams of Qi he had mastered and poured them into the coffin with all his might, forcefully suppressing the repulsive force.

As his method was activated, subtle distortions appeared in the surrounding air.

Snowflakes flutter in winter, and the summer sun blazes down. Mist rises and instantly turns into a cracked, dry landscape.

The myriad phenomena of heaven and earth flowed around Lin Jiang, and even space itself appeared slightly distorted.

However, the resistance inside the coffin also became increasingly stronger.

The two sides are deadlocked.

Lin Jiang's brows slowly furrowed.

If this stalemate continues, it may not be possible to drive away the calamity in the coffin.

We need even greater strength.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Jiang maintained the flow of Qi while closing his eyes.

His thoughts immediately sank to the shores of the Black Sea.

This is the easiest place to navigate the primordial fog.

These few breaths of Qi are not enough for now, so let's add more fog to the original spot!
A glint of light flashed in Lin Jiang's eyes, and he pushed outward with all his might.

The once calm sea suddenly surged with a wave.

Beside the coffin, a layer of mist gradually emerged around Lin Jiang's body, enveloping the entire palace.

Outside the hall, the Imperial Preceptor, who was explaining basic techniques to Xiaoshan Shen, had a sudden thought and subconsciously turned his head to stare at the tightly closed giant door in front of him.

A sense of surprise welled up in my heart.

What did you do inside, young master?
……

At this moment, the entire magnificent palace was filled with thick fog. Lin Jiang opened his eyes again and looked around.

He could no longer see any trace of the things around him.

Only the hand that remained resting on the coffin could still tell him that the coffin of the Great Xing Emperor was right beside him.

As he felt the calamity gradually being suppressed, Lin Jiang's mind finally calmed down a little.

But just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly noticed that the fog around him was changing.

The entire fog condensed rapidly, and in an instant, it gathered into two small human figures in the center.

At the same time, the thick, indistinct fog also shifted in an unusual way.

The ground transformed from bluestone slabs into soft, damp mud, and the rooftops became the distant, boundless sky. A strong, pungent smell of blood suddenly pierced the nostrils. Looking up and gazing into the distance, one was startled to see a strange city rising up in the distance.

Lin Jiang looked down and noticed that his ankles were already slightly submerged in the blood-stained mud. Not far from him lay a soldier wearing strange armor he had never seen before. His chest had been cruelly ripped open, and his heart and lungs were nowhere to be found.

"Old man, why are you carrying a coffin all the time?"

A childish voice rang out, and Lin Jiang glanced to the side, catching sight of two boys standing in front of him.

One had a slightly pale complexion and walked with an unsteady gait; the other had dark skin, which suggested he often played in the fields and was exposed to the sun, with short stubble and messy, frizzy hair on the top of his head.

Both men were dressed in coarse hemp clothing, their trousers and collars stained with mottled bloodstains. They each carried small baskets on their backs, filled with bronze and iron plaques that resembled fragments of armor.

Lin Jiang blinked, pondered for a moment, and then understood.

He clearly perceived that the surrounding light, shadows, and dust were still formed from mist. And this primordial mist had a function: to draw out memories of the past from people's consciousness, and then materialize them into scene after scene.

To deal with the calamity in the coffin, he pushed the primordial fog inside, which was extremely effective, but it also brought out the thoughts of the emperor in the fog.

In other words, one of these two little guys must be an emperor.

He then took a closer look at the two boys, who were only half-grown.

The pale-faced boy looked vaguely familiar.

Seems to be……

Jiao Gonggong.

The one with the dark complexion is most likely the emperor.

Just as he was pondering this, the dark-skinned boy frowned, walked straight up to Lin Jiang, and kicked him in the shin.

"Old man, what are you staring at?"

Wow, this kid has quite a temper.

So, who am I playing right now?

As Lin Jiang pondered, a simple thought quietly entered his mind through the thick fog.

His current identity resembles that of a scavenger from the battlefield, possessing some skills in manual labor. He had once been married and had children, but due to the chaos of wars among the nations, his wife was brutally slaughtered and cooked, and his son was lost. When he was finally found, he had only half a severed hand.

The two people in front of him were his apprentices; the scavenger taught them to strip clothes off the dead.

Looking at the young man before him, Lin Jiang, unable to communicate with those shrouded in mist, casually replied with a couple of sentences:

Why are you two carrying these small baskets?

"Nonsense! We're going to pick things up! If we don't carry this little basket, are we supposed to pick them up by hand?"

“I also want to carry things. I’m stronger than the two of you. I can carry heavier things and more things.”

"You old geezer!" the dark-skinned boy gritted his teeth. "One day I'll be stronger than you!"

Then, the two turned around and continued searching for various items on the vast battlefield.

At this moment, Lin Jiang also realized that even if he didn't move, his perspective could still move with him.

It's like watching a movie, but he can interfere with the development of the story to some extent.

Lin Jiang didn't care. After all, it was just a memory of the past. He might as well take this opportunity to find out what exactly happened in the previous dynasty.

In any case, the calamity within this coffin has not yet been eliminated.

Light and shadow moved swiftly through the scene. The idle scavenging did not last long, and was left behind in just a few breaths. After the scene changed, Lin Jiang found that the three of them were crouching behind a towering earthen slope.

The dark-skinned boy nervously peered over the earthen slope, and Lin Jiang followed suit. On the battlefield they had just traversed, a group of indistinct humanoid creatures were wandering aimlessly.

Those stiff, lifeless creatures, seemingly created by a zombie technique, wandered aimlessly across the battlefield strewn with corpses.

"These bastards are like madmen, they'll swarm wherever there's a pile of corpses." The dark-skinned boy muttered in a low voice, "The cat's here... won't it smell us?"

Seeing that no one responded, he pursed his lips but ultimately remained silent.

After patiently waiting for a while, he clearly realized that the group of monsters outside showed no sign of leaving, so he simply turned to Lin Jiang and stared at him: "Old man, where are you from? Why are you doing this shitty work?"

“All the southerners are dead. They're not much different from the ones lying on the ground outside,” Lin Jiang replied casually. “And you two? Where are you from?”

"You old man, you really don't care. Didn't I tell you?" the dark-skinned boy muttered. "We're from the Divine City."

Shencheng—Lin Jiang vaguely remembered this name; it appeared in some picture books.

It seems to be the name of the capital of the previous dynasty before the collapse of the previous dynasty.

However, because the previous dynasty fought so fiercely, a lot of information was lost, making it difficult to know the true situation.

However, the previous dynasty's chaotic wars had clearly lasted for many years. If this dark-skinned boy really is the emperor, then he has lived quite a long time.

As Lin Jiang was pondering this, the talkative, dark-skinned boy next to him chuckled.
"I didn't tell you before, but Xiaojiaozi's family was so poor that they couldn't make a living, so she wanted to enter the palace to find a job. She simply castrated herself. But before she could even enter the palace, the Divine City was blown up!"

The pale-faced boy who had been silent all along turned red-faced after hearing his friend make such a fuss about him. He gritted his teeth and rushed to the dark-skinned man, raising his fist to punch him.

Unfortunately, when it comes to fighting, the fair-faced boy was clearly no match for the dark-skinned one, and he was beaten down in no time.

"Don't even mention someone like you, you'll never find a wife in your life!" Seeing that he couldn't beat him, the pale-faced young man could only try to be tough with words.

The hardest part of his body is probably his mouth.

"Haha! I'm going to be a big shot from now on! I'm going to marry the most beautiful woman in the world! I'll love her every night! You can just stand there and be envious!"

She made the pale-faced boy cry.

This really panicked Blackie:
"Why are you always crying all day long? You're not manly at all."

"If you're not a real man, then you're not!"

Blackie: "..."

He hesitated for a long time, but finally had no choice and turned to look at Lin Jiang:

"Old man, didn't you say you were capable? What do you know? The techniques that grown men are good at using?"

Lin Jiang thought for a moment:
"uncertain."

"What do you mean 'not necessarily'?"

I've been too busy to look at the prescriptions lately, so I don't know if they contain any information about pills.

"You can try it."

"Really!" The pale-faced boy perked up immediately.

Lin Jiang was also curious at this moment.

What would happen if I actually taught this mist technique?
Is it possible to create a henchman hidden in the fog?

Try it!

Anyway, teaching people in the fog won't really affect reality, so there shouldn't be any problem!
(End of this chapter)