Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 308 shouldn't have anything to do with me... right?

The fog changed rapidly, like a fleeting glimpse of a flower, and Lin Jiang's perspective shifted to that of an observer.

He watched as the old man, his back hunched, carrying a coffin, led two young boys, heading northeast.

Along the way, Lin Jiang could vaguely sense that he could control the old man's subtle actions as if he were controlling a stone man, but he couldn't significantly change the route of the three of them.

The flowing mist is like a powerful inertia; forcibly changing it would create immense resistance.

It seems that this journey is deeply etched in Zhao Liulang's memory, and is indestructible.

Lin Jiang was flipping through the pages one by one.

Time flew by. At first, the three frequently encountered bandits and refugees fleeing the collapse of their country. After deliberately detouring to the northernmost part of the region, the bandits gradually disappeared. The surrounding area was like a wasteland, with only occasional traces of passing refugees.

Meanwhile, along the way, Zhao Liulang and Xiaojiaozi's skills are steadily improving.

As an observer, Lin Jiang could clearly see that the two of them were indeed learning the elixir formula he had taught them.

Little Dumpling's main focus was on his precious manhood. After a short rest, he was able to easily transfer some of the injuries to the surrounding rocks and plants, but the damage to his root had been going on for a long time, and with his current level of cultivation, it was certainly difficult for him to fully recover.

Zhao Liulang's cultivation went much more smoothly.

The formula for "No Freedom" is, after all, an incredibly powerful pill. Even someone who has only recently mastered it is already capable of easily achieving the astonishing effect of shattering rocks and breaking trees when he throws his punches and kicks.

The most amazing thing about this method is that Zhao Liulang needs to expend exactly the same amount of effort whether he is crushing stone or diamond.

It ignores armor and deals true damage directly.

Lin Jiang, who was observing everything from the sidelines, thought that this unshakable dream was the result of the emperor's memories modifying Lin Jiang's teaching methods. However, he did not expect that Zhao Liulang in the fog was still using the elixir formula.

This left Lin Jiang unsure whether the events depicted in the fog were based on actual history or a fictionalized account of Zhao Liulang's life.

However, since things had already come to this point, Lin Jiang decided to continue watching. If all else failed, he would ask the Imperial Advisor about the specific circumstances of that year after he left.

As an observer, Lin Jiang quietly watched the two boys grow up step by step, and soon they took on more adult appearances.

Zhao Liulang's physique had become noticeably more robust, and he even had a bit of a beard on his face, but unfortunately, Xiao Jiaozi still had a fair complexion and no beard.

Clearly, the period of cultivation had failed to restore Xiaojiaozi's masculine vigor.

At this moment, the fog gradually spread to a rather special place.

A group of people traveling north suddenly encountered a group of refugees fleeing disaster, and behind them were pursuers from an unknown country.

The three of them hid in a grove of trees. Zhao Liulang quietly peeked out, watching the pursuers chasing the refugees in the distance, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"No matter where they go, this group of people are as foul-smelling as stray dog ​​excrement on the roadside."

"There's nothing we can do about it, even if it's shit." Little Dumpling sighed softly. "There's a hidden path over there, let's follow it."

Despite this, Zhao Liulang had no intention of leaving.

"There are so many people here, you definitely can't just rush in recklessly!"

"Didn't I kill all those bandits I encountered on the road before? What am I afraid of?"

“But those are bandits, these are soldiers. Bandits and soldiers are ultimately different.”

"Damn it! I don't like hearing that! What's the difference between bandits and soldiers? They're fucking identical!"

Zhao Liulang spat fiercely:
"Little Dumpling, you prepare the medicine here. I'm going to deal with these bandits!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Liulang crouched down and quickly slipped away into the forest, leaving Xiao Jiaozi looking bewildered and helpless.

A moment later, the bandits were about to catch up with the refugees. Just as the leader at the front was about to grin and draw his long sword to slash at the old man running at the back, Zhao Liulang suddenly leaped out of the forest like a gust of wind, landing in front of the bandits and throwing a punch.

This seemingly ordinary punch landed on the soldier's chest, but it instantly turned his entire upper body into dust and disappeared into the air.

This sudden scene startled the soldiers behind them, and Zhao Liulang took advantage of the moment to rush into the enemy formation.

His arms swept across like a sickle scythe, severing the opponent at the waist regardless of their armor or resistance, shattering their magic.

The sudden appearance of this scene was too bizarre. The soldiers hadn't even had time to form a battle formation before their morale was already in complete chaos.

These soldiers who chased and slaughtered civilians were not men of backbone. Seeing a powerful enemy indiscriminately killing people around them, they had no will to fight to the death.
They all rolled around in a sorry state, covered their heads and ran away like rats, the whole place filled with howls and wailing.

Lin Jiang also witnessed the miraculous power of the elixir, gaining a deeper understanding of this method.

However, this place is still composed of his mist, and Zhao Liulang's attack has some of the meaning of mist collision. If Lin Jiang wants to thoroughly understand this method, he will probably have to try it himself.

Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly noticed that one person among the fleeing soldiers stood out from the rest.

The man swayed, his eyes glazed over, as if he were completely stunned by the horrific scene around him.

But when Lin Jiang's gaze fell upon this person, a sense of unease suddenly arose.

Upon closer inspection, he was shocked to discover that the figure before him was not formed from his mist, but rather a calamity condensed into a human form!
What's going on? How could a calamity appear in the thick fog?

At that moment, Zhao Liulang, who was some distance away, also noticed this madman. He remained silent, stepped forward, and punched the man hard in the head.

However, when the blow landed, the opponent only staggered back two steps, but his body was completely unharmed.

Zhao Liulang's expression froze instantly.

The madman suddenly opened his mouth wide, letting out a beast-like growl, and swiftly swung his knife upwards.

Zhao Liulang hurriedly retreated, but a bloody gash was still visible on his chest.

Lin Jiang's face suddenly darkened.

No, his misty nature is probably no match for the calamity.

He immediately urged the old man's body to rush straight toward the humanoid calamity.

Seeing his master rushing towards him, Zhao Liulang's eyes flashed with surprise. He hurriedly shouted, "Master! Be careful of this person! He's very sneaky!"

Then he clearly saw his master grab the huge coffin he carried on his back all year round, swing it fiercely, and slam it down heavily on the man.

With a loud thud, the insane man was slammed into the ground.

Zhao Liulang: "?" He felt his mind suddenly freeze, and for a moment his thoughts were not flowing smoothly.

Lin Jiang ignored Zhao Liulang and simply stared down into the coffin.

At the moment he struck down the calamity, Lin Jiang dispersed the mist at the bottom of the coffin, directly trapping the calamity inside. He then infused his own Qi into the coffin, transforming it into the perfect container to seal the calamity.

The calamity, now confined in the coffin, had lost its human form and transformed into a deep blue liquid, shimmering with brilliant stars. It looked incredibly beautiful, as if someone had cut a slice of moonlight from the night sky and placed it within.

Unfortunately, such a magnificent existence is a fatal calamity for the mortal world.

After dealing with the calamity, Lin Jiang clearly felt that the overall intensity of the calamity he was resisting had greatly decreased.

A sense of understanding began to grow within him.

It is likely that the calamities within the emperor's body flowed out along with the primordial fog.

This place is an extension of the emperor's memories, so the fragments of calamity attached to it can naturally be encountered here.

That's a good thing!

By gradually dissolving the problem, Lin Jiang was confident that he could completely eradicate this scourge.

Little Dumpling, who was in the distance, finally came to his senses. He hurriedly came to Zhao Liulang's side, rubbed out a pill for him, and fed it to him.

Soon, the wound on Zhao Liulang's chest peeled off like the skin of a molting insect or snake.

Little Dumpling's cultivation is still shallow, and his pills cannot withstand the wounds for too long, so he simply threw it onto a tree nearby.

After the pill exploded, the tree was also cut in half, and the direction of the knife mark was exactly the same as the place where Zhao Liulang was cut.

Zhao Liulang also came to Lin Jiang's side with great excitement:

“Master! I thought I would never see you take action again! After you taught us the Dharma, you kept avoiding talking about it. When we asked you about the Dharma, you could sometimes answer and sometimes you couldn’t. I thought you were getting senile.”

"Your little mouth is so sweet, it's like it's been coated with honey. You deserve a couple of slaps."

Lin Jiang looked at Zhao Liulang with annoyance.

Of course, this old man didn't know the recipe; it was me who did!

After exchanging a few casual words, Zhao Liulang finally looked at the people beside him.

The rescued people finally came to their senses and knelt down to kowtow to the three people, many of them even shedding tears.

"Where did you come from?" Zhao Liulang asked in confusion.

A rather robust-looking man among the refugees immediately answered:

"Our benefactor, we come from Dayan in the Northern Kingdom. General Dayan killed our emperor and became extremely cruel after ascending the throne. He slaughtered hundreds of people for his own pleasure. We could not bear it and could not live, so we fled here, hoping to go to the south to avoid disaster."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liulang's face immediately darkened.

"I never expected the North to be like this..."

Upon hearing this, the leader's expression immediately turned tense.

"My benefactor comes from the south? What's the situation in the south right now?"

Zhao Liulang sighed and told the disaster victims in front of him about what was happening in the south.

Upon hearing this, the disaster victims' faces changed drastically, becoming extremely grim.

They definitely shouldn't go to the south. People there are fighting so fiercely that their brains are flying out. If these refugees go there, they'll just be meat broth on someone's dinner table, with no chance of survival whatsoever.

But if they don't go there, where else can they go?

Do you have a map here?

"Have."

The man in the lead reached into his pocket, pulled out a map, and spread it out for the group to see.

"Where is your country?"

"here."

"What's next if we keep going north?"

"It's a vast grassland, but there are ferocious barbarians there. If you get captured by them, you'll probably be roasted over a fire."

Zhao Liulang frowned.

This is going to be difficult.

It feels like no matter which direction you go, you're likely to lose your life.

Lin Jiang also came over at that moment.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Jiang's eyebrows also twitched slightly.

The capital of this Great Yan... isn't it located in the same place as the capital city?

"Could it be that we took this place?" Lin Jiang muttered.

Zhao Liulang overheard his words.

Zhao Liulang stroked his slightly long beard, paced back and forth twice, and then suddenly clapped his hands:

"Master is right. We might not be able to escape no matter where we go. Let's take this city! We'll settle down here from now on!"

Lin Jiang: "?"

No, the fact that Daxing, the capital city, is located here has nothing to do with me.

It should be alright, right? This is fog, and it's probably the emperor's memory. Even if he doesn't say it, they'll probably make this decision in the end anyway.

……should?
(End of this chapter)