Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 309 This place is Daxing (Long Chapter)
After finalizing the next plan, Zhao Liulang solemnly asked the refugees beside him if they were willing to return with him to fight against the tyrannical emperor.

Upon hearing this, the refugees showed little joy; instead, they exchanged bewildered glances. Finally, the man in the lead lowered his voice and said:

“Young man, we know you are a good person, but that regicide is too skilled. You may not be able to defeat him on your own.”

"How high can his cultivation level be?"

Zhao Liulang's expression revealed a hint of disdain.

The middle-aged man sighed, then lowered his voice:
"This usurper general is a top expert in the world, a master of the Star Realm."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liulang's expression finally turned serious.

The middle-aged man began to introduce the general:
The general's name was "Huang Wuji". His profound Taoist cultivation did not bring him a peaceful temperament. He was cruel, bloodthirsty, selfish and self-serving.

He regards anyone less skilled than himself as a lackey, at most someone who can only serve as an extra treat for his own enjoyment.

He has been like this ever since he became a general.

When he was a general, the powerful cultivators of the Southern Divine City were able to keep him in check, and he outwardly respected the benevolent monarch whose cultivation was inferior to his own.

But after the city of gods collapsed, he had no more scruples, killed the monarch, and ascended the throne.

At this moment, he no longer considered Dayan his hometown. Instead, he wanted to burn Dayan to ashes and then use the embers from the fire to conquer the south and participate in the great war to subjugate the world.

Such a governing philosophy naturally led to widespread suffering among the people under his rule, and a large number of soldiers plundering wealth.

At this point, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Even though things had come to this point, he had no intention of leaving with Zhao Liulang.

“If you’re not coming back with me, where can you go? We just came to the south, and it’s a living hell,” Zhao Liulang asked.

A group of refugees looked at each other in bewilderment.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Maybe they'll go east? Or west? We don't know."

Zhao Liulang wanted to continue persuading her, but was ultimately stopped by Xiaojiaozi.

The middle-aged man said no more. He led the refugees around him and hurriedly headed west as if fleeing.

Before leaving, he took out a small piece of dry food from his person and handed it to Zhao Liulang.

This is all they can offer.

Holding his dry rations, Zhao Liulang watched the departing crowd in silence.

He then turned around and continued heading north.

After traveling for several more days and nights, they finally arrived at a nearby village.

As soon as Lin Jiang entered the village, he clearly saw many soldiers who looked like bandits looting food and robbing money.

Zhao Liulang witnessed all of this and was furious. He ignored everything and rushed towards the enemy.

Relying on his Danfang method, he could kill with a punch or a kick. These bandits were like clay before him, no match for him at all.

Before long, the bandits were routed, some dying and others fleeing.

"Fellow villagers, it's alright now!"

Zhao Liulang wiped the blood from his face and finally smiled, speaking to the villagers who were hiding nearby in the distance.

An old man from the village immediately came out and warmly invited the three of them into his home, where he prepared fine wine and food to entertain them.

Upon receiving the feedback, Zhao Liulang was noticeably happier than before.

The old man prepared a rare roast chicken for them, as well as a pot of Daughter's Red wine that had just been dug up from under the tree.

The portion sizes weren't huge, but in this year of disaster, it was considered a rare and delicious meal.

After a few rounds of drinks, Zhao Liulang, who hadn't drunk much, blushed slightly. Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Zhao Liulang was about to ask the old man if there were any ambitious people in the village who could join them, but the old man spoke first:
"Gentlemen, please leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning. Soldiers have been sent from above, and we will help you stop them."

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Liulang sobered up instantly.

He frowned and slammed his hand on the table:
"How can that be? Don't worry! If any of those soldiers or bandits dare to come, I'll take care of them all!"

But upon hearing his words, the old man's expression became even more troubled than before:
"Sir, if you stay here, those soldiers will surely fight to the death in our village. Most of the able-bodied men in our village are already dead, we simply can't hold on..."

Although Zhao Liulang was not very old, after experiencing so many hardships and setbacks along the way, he could easily understand the implied meaning in the old man's words.
The old man before him was clearly telling him, in a subtle way:

Our village simply cannot accommodate someone as important as you; you should leave as soon as possible.

He remained silent for a long time, then looked at the old man in front of him. He hesitated for a few moments before finally saying nothing.

Little Dumpling patted Zhao Liulang's arm and said, "We'll leave tomorrow."

After hearing this reply, the old man finally showed a hint of relief.

He spoke kindly and auspiciously to the two people before him, and finally arranged for them to have the best room, while he himself went to sleep in the woodshed.

Even so, Zhao Liulang still looked disgruntled.

That night, he tossed and turned for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep.

By the next morning, Zhao Liulang's expression had returned to normal.

He didn't say goodbye to the people in the village; he simply continued heading north on his own.

"Old Zhao, are you alright?" Little Dumpling looked at Zhao Liulang cautiously.

“It’s alright,” Zhao Liulang replied with a big smile to Xiaojiaozi. “There will always be some people in this world who are scared out of their wits, but I also believe that not everyone in the Northern Territory can be scared out of their wits.”

With this belief in mind, Zhao Liulang continued forward.

Household by household, family by family, they fought thieves and bandits.

In Lin Jiang's field of vision, apart from Xiao Jiaozi and Zhao Liulang, all the other figures rushed past him like flowing water. He could vaguely see some fierce ones, some kind-looking ones, and some hot-blooded young ones.

And gradually, one figure after another appeared behind him.

First came some very young men, then some more somber-looking young people, and finally men, women, the elderly, and children.

Ten, twenty, thirty...

It was like waves that surged forward with Zhao Liulang, starting as small trickles and eventually becoming numerous and immense.

They had no weapons, so they simply took out the woodcutting knives from the village; they had no armor, so they simply used firewood as a protective shield.

It flowed ceaselessly until it submerged the entire south.

And Zhao Liulang finally managed to secure a settlement here.

However, as their numbers grew, their procession naturally attracted the attention of the new emperor, Da Yan.

Some probing troops also appeared opposite Zhao Liulang.

These troops were clearly much stronger than the ruffians who would run away at the first sign of trouble. Even Zhao Liulang found it somewhat difficult to fight them, but even so, he still managed to fight back.

Zhao Liulang, who won battle after battle, gradually became a local hero, and the generals who were dissatisfied with the usurper also brought their men to join him.

These successive victories made Zhao Liulang increasingly arrogant. Ignoring the advice of his subordinates, he led a group of his trusted elite troops, intending to charge straight at Dayan and confront the cruel tyrant head-on.

However, this time, Zhao Liulang also encountered the biggest setback of his life.

After attacking the enemy city, he first killed several capable generals, and finally came to the gate of Dayan, tearing out a huge hole in it.

This move finally attracted the attention of the man in the dragon robe among the great scholars.

The current emperor of Dayan was once a general who rebelled, a tyrannical ruler, and a regicide.

The man was stout and ugly. Zhao Liulang didn't care much about him, thinking he could easily take him down as before.

As a result, during the confrontation, Zhao Liulang didn't even touch the emperor before his chest was pierced by the emperor's punch, leaving him half-dead.

At this time, he had not yet reached the Star-Pointing Realm and did not know the method of Body Transformation. The wound that pierced through his chest was enough to take his life.

In fact, he was indeed half-dead.

Emperor Dayan laughed loudly and wanted to tear Zhao Liulang to pieces. Zhao Liulang's brothers around him fought desperately to rescue him, but Emperor Dayan killed many of them as well.

Little Dumpling dragged Zhao Liulang's leg and ran back desperately through the crowd, only to have her lower body completely smashed by a stone thrown by the emperor.

If they hadn't taken the life-saving pill in time, Xiao Jiaozi and Zhao Liulang would probably have died on the battlefield.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, Zhao Liulang returned from his escape and took the enemy before him seriously for the first time.

Such a skill made it almost impossible for Zhao Liulang to break through. The method of body transformation ensured that even if his entire upper body disappeared, he could be reconstituted by Qi.

Unless Zhao Liulang has also cultivated some stars.

The generals who realized this were thrown into a state of panic. Even in this era, there were not many stars outside the divine city. A young man who had just embarked on the path of cultivation, even if he had mastered some very profound methods, would have no chance of killing the emperor.

They were scared, so they naturally ran away.

Zhao Liulang didn't know how to keep them, and he didn't even know how he could defeat the emperor. So he went to Lin Jiang.

After hearing this, Lin Jiang was actually quite curious about how Zhao Liulang had won back then.

He couldn't possibly be a genius who just rushed into battle with a few extra stars, could he?

He couldn't believe it, so he simply told the young man that if he could find someone extremely skilled in the art of disrupting Qi, and completely disrupt the other person's Qi, he might be able to kill that emperor.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liulang pondered for a moment, then temporarily abandoned the settlement he had painstakingly organized and ran away alone.

After he left, the community was thrown into chaos. Many people thought that Zhao Liulang was completely scared and would never come back. The people who had gathered together gradually dispersed.

Apart from Xiaojiaozi and Lin Jiang, no one believed that Zhao Liulang would come back.

Lin Jiang didn't think Zhao Liulang would be intimidated here at all, but he was quite curious about who the other party had brought back as an accomplice.

It pushed the fog forward slightly.

It took about seven days to realize that Zhao Liulang had brought back a scholar whose hairline looked a bit dangerous.

When Lin Jiang saw this gentle and refined scholar, he was also a little dumbfounded.

“Master, this is the talented young man I have found. He is highly skilled and his name is Wang Yunian. He is a master of Qi manipulation and his skills are exceptional. If the two of us join forces, we will surely be able to bring that emperor down.”

Zhao Liulang was clearly very excited, while Lin Jiang's expression became somewhat subtle after glancing at the scholar with a rather dangerously receding hairline.

At this moment, Lin Jiang finally understood that what the Grand Preceptor had said about "suddenly achieving enlightenment one day and shedding his three thousand strands of afflictions" was a complete lie.

At this point in his life, he already had a large bald patch on the top of his head. By the time he reaches that age in later generations, it will be normal for him to be bald!

Young Wang Yunian felt Lin Jiang's gaze and subconsciously touched the top of his head. His expression also became somewhat subtle and strange.

"Old sir, why are you staring at my head?"

"It's nothing. I was just looking at your forehead and seeing the golden light shining above it. I feel that you have a bright future ahead of you and will become very powerful."

Although Wang Yunian sensed a hidden meaning in the old man's words, since the man was ultimately offering him auspicious greetings, he hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and forcing a stiff smile.

Thank you for your kind words.

Don't take my good wishes; you will definitely go bald in the future, but you will also definitely become stronger.

However, Lin Jiang felt that their strength might not be enough. Although the young national advisor had reached a certain level, he was unlikely to kill anyone in a one-on-one fight.

Even a medicinal formula couldn't produce such a great effect.

That was his thought, but Zhao Liulang was clearly quite confident. He gathered the remaining people who were still willing to follow him and planned to charge towards the imperial city again.

However, this time he didn't find many people willing to accompany him. Only Xiaojiaozi and a few young men were willing to go on the adventure with him again.

Similarly, there's the old man possessed by Lin Jiang.

They left everything behind and headed towards the imperial city.

This time, Zhao Liulang seemed to have learned his lesson. Instead of charging into the imperial city head-on, he disguised himself and infiltrated the main city.

What was originally the main city of Dayan has now become the emperor's paradise. There are wine and meat shops everywhere, beautiful women everywhere, and you can even see couples making love in the street without caring about the surrounding gazes.

Zhao Liulang and his group looked around and clearly showed disdain, but they did not make a scene. Instead, they used Wang Yunian's methods to sneak into the palace.

From Lin Jiang's perspective, their infiltration journey was like some kind of thrilling stealth game. Although Lin Jiang knew that the main characters would definitely not die, he really didn't know whether the old man he was possessing would die.

Lin Jiang, who was watching the movie next to him, was really engrossed in it. The immersive experience was truly impressive.

It's a pity that he still has to hold the coffin with one hand to ward off disasters, otherwise he really planned to take out the Qiankun bag, take out some snacks, and eat while reading.

After a series of close calls and a safe infiltration, the group finally arrived at the emperor's palace.

At this moment, the ugly emperor was enjoying carnal pleasures, and his attention seemed to be completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhao Liulang and his group acted decisively. Wang Yunian immediately used his own technique, and the familiar seven-colored liquid appeared beside him, rushing towards the emperor in the blink of an eye.

The liquid instantly gushed over the emperor, causing him to gasp in surprise.

The highly skilled emperor immediately realized that there was a thief invading his palace, and he dodged Zhao Liulang's first sneak attack with agility that was completely disproportionate to his size.

When he saw Zhao Liulang, his eyes almost spit fire:
"You escaped using sneaky means last time, and now you dare to show your face before me again. You're truly a newborn calf that doesn't fear a tiger, unaware of the preciousness of your life!"

Zhao Liulang didn't bother with him at all, and charged forward along with the group of brothers who were willing to follow him.

The two sides clashed, and the emperor immediately displayed a very powerful technique. Even when he used the Chaotic Qi Technique, Zhao Liulang's technique was difficult to be effective against him.

They even... became more and more courageous as they fought.

The old man next to him had no way to get close to the center of the battlefield and could only hide in the distance, trembling with fear.

Lin Jiang stared intently at the emperor through his eyes, and gradually he noticed that something was amiss about the emperor.

A trace of calamity slowly emerged from the body that was originally composed entirely of mist.

And when this calamity manifested, almost in the blink of an eye, his entire body was completely replaced by the calamity.

Seeing such a huge amount, Lin Jiang raised his eyebrows.

Having developed to this point, we should have already transcended history. We should focus on dealing with the calamities first.

He simply used the Devouring Heaven and Earth Technique, which he had only recently mastered, and sucked it in at the humanoid calamity in the distance.

The entire mass of calamity was raising its arms to strike Zhao Liulang's head, but Lin Jiang pulled it, disrupting his balance. He couldn't stand steadily and could only look blankly in Lin Jiang's direction.

In that brief moment of opening, Zhao Liulang roared and punched the emperor in the stomach.

With a deafening roar, the emperor's entire upper body, along with the wall behind him, was pierced through in an instant, leaving a huge hole. At that moment, his body vanished like dust in the wind.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, but he wasn't looking at Zhao Liulang; he was looking in Lin Jiang's direction.

Zhao Liulang knew about this method before, but he didn't know about the old man's method.

But the smoke and dust turned to ash too quickly, and in just a moment it climbed to his mouth, turning his tongue to dust as well.

The remaining half of his body also fell directly to the ground.

At the moment of his death, his inner cultivation surged forth like a torrent, instantly overturning the emperor in the palace and blowing down the surrounding walls.

Fortunately, Wang Yunian quickly used his magic seals to protect the rest of the group, preventing them from being carried away by the sudden gust of wind.

Colorful auspicious clouds drifted across the sky, resembling a fiery night glow, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The death of a true star always involves changes in the heavens and earth, and it takes many years for the fading of its influence to disappear.

Zhao Liulang plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, as if he had just recovered from the holiday. Xiao Jiaozi, on the other hand, hurriedly treated the surviving wounded to save their lives.

Lin Jiang was also looking at the celestial phenomena in surprise.

He had only inhaled a wisp of that calamity, and before he could even make a move, Zhao Liulang had already dealt with it.

Could it be...

The emperor inside the coffin has regained some consciousness and has begun to expel the calamity on his own.

Or……

Is this how it has always been historically?

Although Lin Jiang had some guesses in his mind, he dared not make any conclusions and could only suppress the thought for the time being.

After the emperor died, the remaining soldiers and bandits were no problem. Zhao Liulang simply sat down on the ruins, overlooking the entire city below.

The crimson glow sculpted by the unusual celestial phenomenon in the distance partially draped him over, but it also draped him in a visible cloak of wind.

"Damn it, does this count as taking the city?"

"I guess so." Little Dumpling healed the wounded man and stood beside him.

"After this, will this city belong to me?"

"There are still quite a few woodworms inside. They need to be cleaned thoroughly before they can be yours."

"Then I'd better think of a name for the country as soon as possible!" Zhao Liulang laughed heartily. "Dayan doesn't sound good. I need to think of a new name."

But after he had been holding back for a long time, Zhao Liulang, who really had very little knowledge, suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Jiang.

"Master, what do you think this should be called?"

Lin Jiang's lips twitched, and he decided to go all the way, saying:
"For the prosperity of the world for ten thousand generations, I think 'Great Prosperity' would be a good name."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liulang chewed twice, then threw his head back and burst into laughter:
"Daxing! Daxing is great! Let's call it Daxing! From now on, this place will be Daxing! May it prosper for ten thousand generations!"

P.S.: I revised it several times, but I felt it was inappropriate to break it into separate chapters, so I simply combined them and posted them together. Sorry!

(End of this chapter)