Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 307 We will surely slay all the traitors and restore peace to the world.
After finishing his cultivation in his hometown, Lin Jiang hurriedly went south to assist the National Preceptor. After that fight, he slept until now.

From this perspective, he's already incredibly busy.

For this reason, he had no time to assign new learning tasks to the ghosts, nor did he have time to look through other elixir formulas.

This is a perfect opportunity to explore whether there are any suitable elixir formulas to impart to the two of them.

What skills do you all want to learn?

Lin Jiang asked the two teenagers in front of him directly.

The white flour dumplings eagerly replied:

"I want to grow my roots back! I want to get married! I want a wife with a big butt."

"Look at you, so pathetic!" Blackie spat disdainfully and sneered, "Old man, if you really have great skills, then teach me the ability to beat everyone in the world! These days, those arrogant and self-important people are utterly despicable! I hate them and I'm determined to beat them to a pulp."

Lin Jiang stared intently at the two people in front of him.

Leaving aside Eunuch Jiao, he had only met him once before and they were not close.

However, this emperor's temperament is indeed very similar to what the imperial advisor described.

He certainly has the makings of a "tyrant".

So Lin Jiang maintained a steady flow of Qi, struggling against the calamity, while signaling to the little golden figures to introduce him to some suitable elixirs for the two young men.

After hearing the request, the little golden figures pondered for a moment, whispered among themselves, and then the leader quickly slipped into the depths of the palace.

Soon after, it rushed back carrying two books.

Both books are the first volume, which mainly introduces the prescriptions and lists the table of contents.

The first book is called "Heart Connected to Bone," and while reading it, the effects seem to be the most simple and unadorned treatments, but the results are exaggerated to the point of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones.

But when Lin Jiang carefully studied the principles of the prescription, he discovered that this prescription was not simply for treatment, but rather for transferring the injury to the other side using specific methods.

For example, if someone were to sever the arm of a practitioner of alchemy, that person could seal the injury into an elixir. If this elixir were placed on a stone, the stone would crumble on its own; if placed on an enemy, a wound would suddenly appear on the corresponding part of the enemy's arm.

The definition of injury in this prescription is quite interesting.

Even if the person who was stabbed has recovered after a long period of recuperation and there are no visible scars on their body, in Danfang's eyes, it is still considered an "injury".

Apart from aging, all injuries caused by external forces can be stored and transformed by the elixir.

This method is quite powerful, but for Lin Jiang, it's somewhat like a chicken bone—useless.

Mainly due to his unique physical characteristics, Lin Jiang was never injured; even when fighting against a top expert like the Great General, although he felt excruciating pain, he was still completely unharmed.

As for healing others, Lin Jiang possesses the most basic yet exceptionally remarkable vital energy; with just one breath, the therapeutic effect is extremely significant.

If it weren't for this sudden urge to guide mist cultivation today, Lin Jiang originally planned to study this pill formula in the future.

Another powerful elixir formula was called "Freedom from Failure." After reading it carefully, Lin Jiang's expression changed slightly.

According to the prescription, the main function of this technique is to clear away "garbage"; after practicing it, if you point at the target object, that object will immediately turn into a void that disappears into nothingness, completely vanishing from the world.

Throughout the account, the author lavishly praises the efficiency and effectiveness of its garbage disposal method, especially stating that it can precisely solve mountains of kitchen waste.

However, since the little golden man entrusted this elixir formula to him, it proves that this technique does indeed possess powerful killing abilities.

It seems that the "garbage" mentioned in this prescription may not just be "garbage" in the literal sense.

This method is quite practical and applicable to Lin Jiang at present. Although he has mastered many skills and techniques after this period of cultivation, he still finds it difficult to deal with the eighth level of the Heaven Realm. Many of his fist and foot techniques are hard to get close to.

Such a simple, brutal, yet highly destructive method was indeed a great benefit to him.

After finalizing the two pill formulas, Lin Jiang brought his thoughts back to the present moment.

He looked again at the two teenagers in front of him and said:
“I once learned two rural spells, which might be able to help you solve your problem.”

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned man immediately pouted:
"Country magic? Raising the door lintel to stop the children from running around? Waving a lantern and calling it summoning a soul? I know all those tricks. But I've never heard of any country magic that can reconnect people with their roots, let alone any method that can bring down those big thieves who run around high and low and cause chaos."

"Just tell me if you're going to learn or not."

"At least give us a demonstration."

Although Lin Jiang had not learned these two alchemical formulas, this place was originally formed by the mist gathered by his mind, and its shape could change at his will.

Can't even handle the two mist figures you created?
So he gently tapped on a stone made of mist not far away.

The fog has dissipated.

The dark-skinned boy's eyes, which had initially been dismissive, immediately widened in surprise.

Taking advantage of the moment, Lin Jiang pressed his advantage and pushed a little deeper into Xiao Jiaozi's pants.

Little Dumpling immediately felt something strange coming from below. He quickly pulled his already loose belt to the side, looked down, and immediately let out a strange scream:
"Hey! It's popping up! It's really popping up!"

Lin Jiang waved his hand again, and Little Dumpling immediately let out a shrill scream:

"Aaaaah! It's gone! It's gone again!"

The little dumpling immediately raised its head and looked at Lin Jiang with expectant eyes, while Lin Jiang looked at it with a half-smile:
"If I cure you, won't you no longer want to practice this method?"

"I'll practice! I'll practice like crazy! I'll practice like my life depends on it!" Little Dumpling immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Lin Jiang, her head hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Seeing this, the dark-skinned boy next to him also knelt down straight and kowtowed deeply in Lin Jiang's direction:

"Master! Please teach me this method! I really want to kill all those sons of bitches! Master, if you're willing to teach me, I'll be there for you until the end!"

“Alright. However, my method is quite difficult to learn, and you two may need to put in a lot of effort to understand it.”

"As long as you're willing to teach us, we'll go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Since it was his own mist, Lin Jiang didn't offer any further warnings.

He told them everything exactly as the prescription was written, word for word.

However, the prescription was extremely complicated, and it was particularly difficult for the two young boys, who were still in the memory, to learn it. They had no choice but to use the cloth torn from the dead bodies in their baskets to write down the words in a crooked and messy way.

After some time, they finally managed to record everything.

The two boys, their faces beaming with genuine smiles, held the tattered cloth with its crooked handwriting as if it were a gift from heaven.

A moment later, when the dark-skinned boy looked at Lin Jiang, his eyes were completely different.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and he knelt down before Lin Jiang with a thud, kowtowing once more:

"Master, your disciple Zhao Liulang will surely take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days, and do his best to be filial to you!"

Little Dumpling next to him suddenly snapped out of her daze, hurriedly knelt down, and kowtowed in the direction of Lin Jiang.

He was nothing like the eloquent Zhao Liulang, and only focused on repeatedly banging his head against the ground.

The emperor's original name was Zhao Liulang.

Upon hearing the name, Lin Jiang could tell that the other party came from a wealthy or influential family.

Is that Master Zhao Wulang? Or is he of a higher rank? However, Lin Jiang recalled that Master Zhao's real name was Zhao Yunxiang, so he figured that after Zhao Liulang ascended the throne, all the brothers changed their names.

Lin Jiang stared at the two young men, and a thought suddenly occurred to him:
If anyone knew that the emperor of Daxing, who ascended to the throne in his prime, was kneeling before me, several people would probably suffer a heart attack on the spot.

Unfortunately, the place is shrouded in mist, and everything here is a fabricated illusion based on the emperor's memories, not a true story.

What a shame.

As the distant noise gradually faded away, Lin Jiang cautiously peeked out and re-examined the battlefield that had once been a place where a hundred ghosts roamed at night. Now, all the fierce and evil spirits had disappeared, and even the corpses that were supposed to be cleared away had vanished without a trace, leaving only dark red blood seeping deep into the soil.

"Master, where are we going next?" Zhao Liulang asked very solicitously.

How would I know where you should go?

Lin Jiang rolled his eyes inwardly, but casually asked on the surface:
Where are we now?

Zhao Liulang was puzzled, but Xiao Jiaozi deftly drew a broken sword from the basket on her back and hastily sketched a map on the ground:
“Our local vassal king is called Zhou, which is located far to the south.”

Lin Jiang carefully examined the map. Xiao Jiaozi's handwriting was a bit clumsy, but he could still make it out with difficulty.

This should correspond to the large south.

week……

It should be the later Zhou state.

Using the location of the treasure map from the previous dynasty given to him by Duan Libie, he quickly pinpointed his current location.

At the same time, he also discovered that if Xiaojiaozi's map was correct, then before this chaotic world, the territory ruled by the previous dynasty was actually a whole circle larger than the current Daxing Kingdom.

As its capital, Shencheng was located in what is now Daxing, further southwest, almost right next to the center of the map in Lin Jiang's memory.

If you go a little further south, you'll reach Lanke.

The divine city was clearly built on the immortal mountain where the immortals ascended to heaven.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Lin Jiang casually pointed in the direction of Daxing, the capital city, and said:

"Let's go here."

"I remember there weren't many people here."

"That's the only way to be safe."

"Right."

After the discussion, the three of them quickly packed their bags and prepared to head northeast.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, Lin Jiang suddenly noticed that the surrounding scenery was slowly turning into an illusory mist.

The scenery seemed to begin to drift and accelerate.

It's unclear whether the change in fog was due to some metric being met, or whether it was caused by something I did that was inconsistent with historical norms, leading to the fog's anomaly.

Regardless of which one it is, it will allow Lin Jiang to accumulate experience, which is a good thing.

Just then, Lin Jiang suddenly noticed Zhao Liulang looking at him. The young man's eyes burned with a fiery intensity, igniting starlight.
“Master, having received the Dharma you bestowed upon me, I will surely sever this chaotic world and restore peace and tranquility to the land!”

(End of this chapter)