Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 313 Destined
These three women were all beautiful, and their presence on the street was enough to attract the attention of passersby. Even Lin Jiang couldn't help but glance at them a few more times.

It wasn't because of their stunning looks, but mainly because Lin Jiang actually knew two of them.

Now, catching a glimpse of them from the past, he can't hide his curiosity.

The three standing on the left are not yet made up, their faces are bare, their long black hair almost reaches the ground, and their clothes are much simpler than the elaborate and gorgeous attire of later generations.

She was not at all like the crazy woman who would later try to force marriages on everyone she met; on the contrary, she was serious and rarely smiled.

It's hard to imagine that such an icy beauty would turn into that kind of person after going mad.

Ye Wanzhuang, on the other hand, had a gentle and graceful appearance, and her temperament was somewhat similar to that of Wen Zu. However, Wen Zu was more peaceful and approachable, while Ye Wanzhuang's gait was more reserved, elegant, and natural.

She was indeed very beautiful, no wonder Liang Huashan could never forget her.

Lin Jiang took another careful look at the woman in the middle.

She was strikingly beautiful, dressed in a military-style outfit, with her hair tied up in a neat ponytail, and her smile was as warm as the sun.

Most importantly,
Her hips were quite full.

Upon noticing this, Lin Jiang immediately guessed her identity.

This must be the future Empress of Daxing.

Sure enough, Lin Jiang noticed that Zhao Liulang's eyes widened instantly when he looked at the three girls.

It was a rare moment when a man who had been fighting for years felt his desire stirred.

However, at this moment, Lin Jiang frowned.

If this woman were to become the future Empress of Daxing, then Zhao Liulang would likely face another major setback in his life.

He clearly remembered that the reason why the Emperor of Daxing hated disasters so much was because his beloved empress had died in one of them.

Moreover, upon closer examination, one of the three people walking on this street today will one day be killed by calamity, another will die under the trampling of iron hooves, and the third will become insane...

Lin Jiang couldn't help but sigh softly.

The more serene and beautiful the moment, the deeper Lin Jiang's melancholy grew.

Zhao Liulang, however, was completely unaware of what awaited him. The emperor of Daxing, who only knew how to wage war, was momentarily at a loss for words when it came to communicating with the girls, so he awkwardly walked up to the three girls:

"You three are all very beautiful. Would you like to have a drink with us?"

Lin Jiang: "..."

With a full beard and dark skin, Zhao Liulang uttered a dry, roguish sentence.

For a moment, Lin Jiang even felt like he was seeing a physical education student; if Zhao Liulang had dyed his hair blonde, he would look even more like one.

Upon seeing Zhao Liulang, Yi Er San Yi frowned with disgust, while Ye Wanzhuang covered her mouth and chuckled softly, as if she had encountered something amusing.

The spirited woman in the middle burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Want to drink with the three of us? Fine, but first, you'll have to spar with me a few times. If you survive, I'll even be your wife!"

"Really?"

"Really!" the girl patted her chest confidently. "Be careful, if I really kill you, I don't know where to bury you!"

Lin Jiang, who witnessed all of this, couldn't help but blink slightly.

The next moment, he found himself in a magnificent hall decorated with bright red silk, where a huge golden "囍" character hung high in the center of the wall, glittering under the flickering red candlelight.

The entire hall was packed with people, all of whom Lin Jiang knew, whether familiar or unfamiliar, were raising their glasses in high spirits, amidst laughter and merriment.

Lin Jiang: "?"

He glanced at the newlyweds; the bride was wearing a red veil, and the groom was undoubtedly Zhao Liulang.

Ye Wanzhuang clapped her hands elegantly beside her, while Yi Er San sat alone in the corner, drinking alone and looking unhappy.

The bride couldn't be either of them, so it could only be that girl.

No, what about the process?
Previously, fog was processed in fast forward, so why did they skip the intermediate steps this time?

Lin Jiang didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

On a high platform in the distance, the two bowed to each other. If it were a traditional wedding, it would be coming to an end at this moment. However, this was the wedding of the Emperor of Daxing. Apart from his private affairs, he also had to take care of the banquet affairs here.

Lin Jiang caught a glimpse of Jiao Gong nudging the bald-headed Wang Yunian with his elbow not far away:

"Old bald man, is this how you organize a royal wedding? It feels like you've just repackaged a rural celebration." "I've never attended a royal wedding before, so I'll just have to make do."

"Hey you little brat!"

Zhao Liulang raised his glass in a toast and then invited everyone to enjoy themselves to the fullest.

Lin Jiang looked around and found that there were two empty tables next to Zhao Liulang's, with no one sitting down, and a memorial tablet was placed on one of the tables.

Seeing this, Lin Jiang chuckled. He walked to the table, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine had no flavor whatsoever; it was even less than water.

He put down his cup and felt the surrounding mist rising again.

But seeing that he could no longer stay there, Lin Jiang looked in Zhao Liulang's direction.

Regardless of what the future holds, Lin Jiang felt he should leave him a blessing.

After much thought, I couldn't find the words to say, so I could only utter one last sentence as I disappeared:
"Happy wedding."

As if sensing something, Zhao Liulang suddenly turned his head to look at the spot where Lin Jiang had just been.

But it was empty; there was nothing there.

The bride beside Zhao Liulang gently lifted her veil, revealing half of the girl's face—the very same girl Zhao Liulang had encountered on the street.

"My dear Liu Lang, what are you looking at on our wedding night instead of your beautiful bride?"

"My master seems to have been here just now."

“Master?” The bride turned her head to look at the two empty tables. “I remember you told me that you had a master who passed away a long time ago.”

"Yes."

Zhao Liulang nodded. He walked to the table where the ancestral tablets were placed, and when he discovered that the wine he had personally poured had disappeared, a smile appeared on his face:
"However, I have another master, who is an immortal."

……

After that, the years that flowed through Lin Jiang's eyes remained peaceful for a long time.

Zhao Liulang's empress was exceptionally skilled. In this chaotic world, she had also cultivated to the Star Point Realm. After becoming his wife, she did not stay confined to the palace, but instead accompanied Zhao Liulang across the battlefield.

While most others are divine couples, these two are two destructive torrents on the battlefield. But for these two whose blood boils with a war-crazed nature, the battlefield is more in tune with their souls.

Lin Jiang witnessed the two of them smiling and embracing each other amidst the flying blood and gore around them, their love unwavering.

They were treating corpses like flowers, savoring them as if they were flowers.

During the continuous battles, Zhao Liulang's first son was born.

Lin Jiang did not see any signs of the Empress's pregnancy. He wondered if the mist had omitted the pregnancy period, or if the Star Point Realm could use some secret method to make the mother's figure appear normal during pregnancy.

The newborn child grew rapidly. Propelled by the turbulent flow of mist, the crawling infant instantly transformed into a tall and handsome young man, while more children quietly appeared around him.

A little girl who looked remarkably like the Empress, and a slightly arrogant little boy.

These three were all children born to the Empress.

Lin Jiang could barely discern a resemblance to the eldest prince from the young man's figure. That arrogant little brat might just be the third prince he had never met before.

The second child was a daughter, whose name Lin Jiang had never heard of, and who had no idea how she was doing.

However, witnessing the harmonious scene at Zhao Liulang's home, Lin Jiang's feelings became increasingly complicated.

Tragedy will eventually happen, but Lin Jiang is still unsure when that disaster will strike.

Finally, the ever-flowing mist suddenly trembled slightly.

Lin Jiang also sensed a sorrowful scent in the mist.

as well as,

A heart-wrenching scream.

That was Zhao Liulang's voice.

A voice filled with profound sorrow.

(End of this chapter)