Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 312 A Glimpse of a Thousand Feet
Lin Jiang felt the coffin beside him tremble slightly, and the scene that had been maintained in front of him also became slightly blurry at this moment.

Without the support of visibility, Lin Jiang seemed to have a hard time seeing what was happening in the fog in front of him.

He steadied himself and carefully sensed the amount of calamity contained in the coffin beside him.

Soon, a hint of joy appeared on his face.

Much of the calamity inside the coffin has dissipated. Although some stubborn grime remains, which may take some time to remove, this is already a significant improvement for Lin Jiang.

Moreover, Lin Jiang could even sense that the emperor's consciousness inside the coffin was slowly awakening, returning from chaos to clarity.

It seems that searching for calamities in this fog is indeed feasible.

Having confirmed this, Lin Jiang calmed his mind and focused his thoughts on the coffin before him. The previously hazy mist solidified again, but this time Lin Jiang's perspective was not attached to any particular person, but rather a bird's-eye view, looking down at Zhao Liulang's remaining life.

After Zhao Liulang returned with the old man's body, he held a very grand funeral for him and finally buried him on a flat area behind Daxing.

After burying his master who had raised him, Zhao Liulang set up a memorial tablet in the palace of Daxing, which read "Immortal Venerable of Grace and Wonderful Dharma," and often came to offer incense.

Although Zhao Liulang never explicitly stated who the memorial tablet was for, Lin Jiang could roughly guess that it was prepared for him.

Lin Jiang understood that everything before him was formed from his own condensed mist, and from a practical standpoint, he shouldn't have been so emotional.

But people can't escape emotions after all. If we try to block our emotions with some kind of fog or mist, it's just too foolish.

Moreover, past indications have suggested that the fog may not be as simple as it appears.

Instead of obsessing over whether the fog feedback is real, it's better to fully immerse yourself in it.

However, ever since the old man Lin Jiang relied on passed away, the mist in front of him has been flowing much faster than before.

Originally, Lin Jiang could personally participate in many details through the old man's perspective, but now he can only watch Daxing's development from a higher perspective.

As the fog enveloped him, Lin Jiang's vision began to rapidly advance along the path of time.

People, like ants, swarmed out of the once-ruined city, going in and out, rebuilding their homes little by little.

The ruins and broken walls gradually returned to their former appearance, and the surrounding dilapidated villages also gradually came back to life.

The entire city began to extend outward inch by inch, gradually revealing the outline of the present-day capital.

Similarly, Daxing's army gradually grew from just a few remaining forces.

Lin Jiang didn't know how many years Da Xing had spent recuperating, but he clearly witnessed Zhao Liulang slowly maturing and then gradually growing old.

The dark-skinned youth gradually grew a full beard, his temples turned gray, and his smiles became increasingly rare.

As he reached this moment, time seemed to stand still for him.

No matter how the surrounding scenery changed, it no longer affected him.

He had cultivated his skills to a high level and had long since broken free from the shackles of lifespan, but he had not regained his youthful appearance.

This appearance, ironically, best reflects his current state of mind.

Meanwhile, those who had gathered around Zhao Liulang also quietly underwent changes.

Fazhu appeared out of nowhere, and Lin Jiang did not notice where he came from at the time, but he thought that he should not be among the original group of literati. When he first appeared, he had the appearance of a middle-aged man and often showed a stern and unsmiling expression.

King Munjo's appearance has remained unchanged over the years, except that his smile has gained a touch of mature charm.

Wang Yunian also got to wear that slightly complicated long gown as he wished, but his hairline was also gradually receding towards the top of his head.

As for Little Dumpling, he also grew up to resemble Eunuch Jiao, and was in charge of handling many miscellaneous matters in the palace.

Lin Jiang made a point of observing whether Xiao Jiaozi had regained his former vigor. He discovered that although the boy had recovered from his physical disability, perhaps due to the long period of neglect, he no longer desired beautiful women and devoted himself wholeheartedly to governing Daxing.

Lin Jiang still didn't know if Xiao Jiaozi had truly gotten her wish.

Daxing was thriving and gradually rising from a dilapidated city. However, at this very moment, an elite army suddenly appeared from the south.

This army was filled with murderous intent. Upon arriving at the southern border of Daxing, they rushed straight to a village without doing any reconnaissance. They drew their blood-stained longswords and slaughtered the entire village.

This matter quickly reached Zhao Liulang's ears, and he was furious. He immediately led his troops south.

The two forces clashed swiftly.

Although the southern army is powerful, those who came here are not the main force of the army. Zhao Liulang's skills are far superior to those of the past. How could this lone army resist him?
Before long, the army that had come from the south was in ruins, with many dead and wounded.

Zhao Liulang captured several soldiers.

He brought the prisoners back and handed them over to Jiao Gong for rigorous interrogation.

Having learned the technique of transferring wounds, Jiao Gong naturally didn't exert much effort to pry the information out of the crowd:

This group of people were from the Great Zhi Kingdom in the south. After the collapse of the divine city, warlords across the land, vying for power, gathered their armies, their forces sweeping across all directions, seeking to seize this vast land for themselves. The Great Zhi Kingdom was relatively weak, possessing only a few formidable forces. Therefore, they did not set their sights on the more intense main battlefield in the south, but instead decided to march north to probe the situation, hoping to first bring this vast northern plain under their control.

Unexpectedly, they encountered an anomaly like Zhao Liulang.

Zhao Liulang himself was exceptionally brave and had gathered a group of valiant generals under his command. How could this army possibly defeat him?
Having gained a clear understanding of the current state of affairs, Zhao Liulang swiftly summoned all his trusted lieutenants for a detailed discussion.

The discussion lasted three days and three nights before Zhao Liulang finally made the decision.

Contend for supremacy!

Being trapped in an isolated city is tantamount to sitting and waiting for death. If we do not understand the general trend of the world, we will eventually be swallowed up by the powerful army from the south. At that time, Daxing, which we have painstakingly built, will turn into a wisp of historical dust.

Rather than waiting to be defeated, it is better to take the initiative, conquer a few neighboring cities as a buffer, and then slowly plan to conquer the world!
Lin Jiang, suspended in the sky, sensed the fog spreading rapidly around him and clearly saw Zhao Liulang riding his iron horse, leading his soldiers southward.

First was Da Zhi, a country with a weak military but displaying remarkable resilience. Zhao Liulang spent a long time breaching the city walls before finally piercing the monarch's dantian with his spear.

Next came the Great Lu further south. Zhao Liulang launched a swift attack on the capital and soon beheaded the lord who was defending the city.

In the rapidly flowing scene, only Zhao Liulang in the center of the crowd remains unchanged.

He rode on his iron horse, and with each step his horse took, a new batch of soldiers would appear behind him, and the soil beneath his feet would change accordingly.

Behind him are cities upon cities, each with its own distinct style, but no matter who the enemy is, Zhao Liulang will take care of them all.

As the horse's hooves sank deeper into the mud, the bloodstains on its body grew thicker and thicker.

Da Hu, Da Chen, Da Qian...

They may be famous or unknown.

Finally, Zhao Liulang, covered in blood, rode out from the blood-red twilight.

He seemed to have gone mad with killing intent, and no one in the entire world could stop him.

Just then, Lin Jiang noticed that the speed of the mist had begun to slow down.

He couldn't help but feel a hint of surprise.

Something important is probably about to happen.

Just as Lin Jiang had predicted, Zhao Liulang, who was walking briskly, gradually slowed down.

The reason is simple: Zhao Liulang's pace of conquest was too fast, and Daxing was already struggling to digest the territory he had conquered.

Because of his humble origins, Zhao Liulang had almost never slaughtered ordinary people. However, this led to a problem: the places he conquered could not immediately submit to him. The people there were filled with anxiety and unease. Even though the civil officials behind him tried their best to find a solution, they could not make Daxing, which had grown into a behemoth, run smoothly.

Food that we eat eventually needs to be digested, and Daxing is no exception.

However, because he fought so fiercely, the remaining major powers all took notice of this suddenly appearing force. Some of them, even those close to him, joined forces to deal with Daxing in order to prevent him from attacking, which caused Zhao Liulang a lot of trouble.

Zhao Liulang had no other choice but to follow Wang Yunian's advice to make alliances with distant states while attacking nearby ones, extending invitations to the Zhou and Qi states, which were relatively far from Daxing.

And both countries did respond to him.

After discussions, the three countries decided to unite to deal with the nearby enemies. This successfully changed the situation of the world from a chaotic war between various countries to a tripartite balance of power, creating a strange equilibrium full of friction.

During this period, Zhao Liulang could not go out to deal with the enemy at will, but he was always the kind of person who couldn't stay idle.

He couldn't handle many memorials within the capital, so he simply took a few attendants, disguised himself, and secretly left Daxing, intending to steal some intelligence from other countries along the way.

Lin Jiang watched as he went to some nearby villages and some relatively stable towns. When he arrived at the town of Yidi City, the speed of his vision finally returned to normal.

The town was quite lively, with brightly lit streets and a constant stream of various theatrical performances, making it seem completely out of place during this time of great disaster and war.

Zhao Liulang and his brothers looked around in surprise, wondering who was protecting this place.

At this moment, Lin Jiang transformed into a phantom and followed behind Zhao Liulang.

He raised an eyebrow.

The fog slowed down, which meant that the memories here were quite important and must have occupied a significant portion of Zhao Liulang's thoughts.

Who will he run into here?
As Lin Jiang was pondering this, he suddenly realized that the sounds around him seemed to have become extremely faint at that moment.

Looking up,
Not far away, three women were walking together on the street, laughing and chatting.

When Lin Jiang saw them, he blinked and was suddenly startled.

He knew two of them.

One of them he had seen in person, who looked like he wasn't wearing heavy makeup yet, was Yi Er San. The other one he had seen in a portrait was Ye Wan Zhuang, whom Liang Huashan was obsessed with.

Who is this one in the middle?
(End of this chapter)