Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 336 Treatment
The others stayed temporarily at Shuixing, and Wen Xiangyi hosted a lavish dinner to entertain them.

The cooks were busy moving about, and the stoves were filled with the aroma of cooking.

Although autumn has arrived, the climate in Cangsong remains mild and humid. It is the season for salmon to migrate, and the fattest salmon roe in the river is so delicious that even the emperor of the capital could not enjoy it, making it perfect for entertaining guests.

As the guests took their seats, Lin Jiang followed Wen Xiangyi deeper into the courtyard.

She walked slowly, and the two strolled along the pavilion. The setting sun cast its last rays, dusk quietly settling in, and a slight chill permeated the air.

Wen Xiangyi stroked the pavilion railing and asked softly:

"How many days will you be able to stay this time?"

"Stay for three days first, then go to Baishan, and stay for another seven days after you return."

"Then?"

"After that, we left Daxing and headed southwest."

"Why is Daxing here again?" Her voice was filled with worry. "It's in chaos outside! A while ago, war broke out in the south. They say bandits from the southern border broke through and invaded. Many masters fought and battled, turning the world upside down. If you encounter these people..."

Lin Jiang was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, realizing that she was referring to the battle in which he rushed to the aid of the Imperial Advisor.

Unexpectedly, the rumors have taken this turn.

Lin Jiang opened his mouth, intending to explain the situation to his grandmother, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know how to begin.

How should we describe a calamity? How should we describe the primordial fog? And how should we describe an immortal who ascends to heaven?
If he were to tell his grandmother that he was now the emperor's tutor, what kind of astonished expression would she have?
These things would be difficult to understand without a night of detailed discussion.

We had no choice but to change the subject for now:

"I have gained the Emperor's favor in the capital and received a mission to venture out into the world. Don't worry, Grandmother, the people accompanying me today are all top-notch experts, with few rivals in the world."

Hearing this, Wen Xiangyi still looked somewhat uneasy:

"really."

"really."

"You didn't lie to me?"

"The words were indeed not fully spoken, but they were by no means deception."

"Then let's have a good talk tonight, mother and son. Try to explain it more clearly."

"it is good."

As they talked, the two finally arrived at a large house.

The door was wide open, and Lin Jiang could see inside as soon as he looked up.

He sniffed, and a strong herbal scent wafted out.

At first glance, an old man was lying on the bed by the window, the soft rays of the setting sun shining down and filling the room with light.

Several servants were wiping the old man's body, while herbs were being boiled on a stove nearby.

The entire room was prepared for Lin Shengfeng. However, at this moment, Lin Shengfeng had clearly lost his ability to move.

He lay on the bed, his eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing the sound coming from the doorway, Lin Shengfeng turned his head to look.

When he saw Lin Jiang and Wen Xiangyi, a look of careful consideration appeared on his face.

After thinking for a moment, he finally managed to force a silly smile onto his face.

It was as if they had seen something extremely precious.

However, even so, he could only lie there motionless.

Seeing Lin Shengfeng like this, Wen Xiangyi sighed deeply:

“Since you left, his mental state has deteriorated day by day. First, he gradually forgot how to eat, then he forgot how to speak, and finally he forgot how to walk.”

Lin Jiang walked to the bedside, and the servants who were wiping his body quietly retreated to one side, leaving only the three of them in the room.

Lin Jiang reached out and grasped the old man's hand, feeling a faint warmth emanating from his palm.

Lin Shengfeng did not smell of decay; on the contrary, Lin Jiang smelled a faint herbal fragrance.

"This old fellow secretly practiced a lot of cultivation without my knowledge back then. Although he has become like this now, his cultivation is still unfathomable. He takes in the five grains but does not excrete them, and his body is spotless. I hire these servants to wipe his body and change his clothes. Most of the time, it is just like brushing the dust off the surface of an antique."

Wen Xiangyi also walked slowly to Lin Shengfeng's side and gently took his other hand in hers.

"In the end, we couldn't bear to leave this old fellow here, letting him gather dust all by himself, so we spent more money to invite these people to carefully wipe the dust off him."

Lin Jiang couldn't help but sigh softly.

The old man had placed all his hopes on his grandson, ultimately turning himself into a living, withered tree.

This expectation felt like a heavy boulder pressing down on his shoulders.

But he quickly regained his composure.

Most of what he had on hand were for treating internal and external injuries, but Lin Jiang was really unsure whether he could save his grandfather from such severe mental damage.

"Grandma, I plan to use some of the wonderful techniques I learned outside to try and see if I can cure Grandpa."

Upon hearing this, a hint of anticipation flashed in Wen Xiangyi's eyes.

However, she still said softly:

"You mustn't force yourself. This old man is already in such a state; it would be bad if he hurt my grandson."

"Don't worry, I won't force you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jiang's expression turned serious.

First... let's try the life force.

He quietly gathered his own Qi and carefully probed into his grandfather's body.

A moment later, the power flowed into a deep pool like a stream, and Lin Jiang was surprised to find that the Qi within his grandfather's body was far beyond his imagination.

Its profound and vast nature is beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

At this moment, however, these powerful energies flowed peacefully and silently, like a deep ancient well.

Lin Jiang keenly sensed that this power seemed to have been dormant for a long time. He knew that rashly activating such a dormant force would likely damage his grandfather's meridians.

So he calmed his mind, controlled his vital energy, and carefully circulated it through the old man's meridians for a week.

However, no damage was found.

It appears that the injury was not caused by internal damage.

Lin Jiang slowly withdrew from his internal vision, his gaze returning to the old man's face before him.

Lin Shengfeng's complexion had improved significantly; his face was rosy, and even his gray hair had a subtle, glossy sheen.

However, he remained motionless. Lin Shengfeng gave a foolish smile, staring intently at Lin Jiang.

Life energy has some use, but it doesn't seem to be of much use.

Lin Shengfeng's body was indeed healthier, but even if he could survive, his body, burdened by his mental state, wouldn't be of much use.

Then, Lin Jiang took out the small white jade bottle from his pocket, opened the bottle, and poured out a pill into his palm.

Heart and bones are connected.

This thing can transfer injuries.

Is this considered an injury, Grandpa?

Okay, I'll give it a try!

Lin Jiang then fed the medicine directly to the old man.

The pill slowly slid into his mouth.

Lin Shengfeng chewed the pill for a moment, then spat it out.

Lin Jiang put the pill back in his palm, but Lin Shengfeng still grinned foolishly at him.

It's no use.

With a sigh, Lin Jiang began to rub his head.

All external methods were ineffective.

Next words...

Lin Jiang did indeed have another method.

Looking inside.

He could actually use his own Qi to penetrate his grandfather's thoughts, and by doing so, he could probably find the source of his grandfather's Qi.

But after all, his grandfather was injured at Mount Dengxian, and Lin Jiang was not sure what was going on in his mind.

After thinking it over, Lin Jiang simply put on a layer of "Pure Dust-Free" and then placed his hand on his grandfather's wrist again.

Begin internal visualization.

Immersed in the ocean of spiritual energy, Lin Jiang's consciousness drifted along with the current, wandering in all directions.

As his thoughts continued to deepen, Lin Jiang soon arrived at the location of the Qi core.

He steadied his breathing and stepped straight in.

He immediately became alert, but in the blink of an eye, he realized that nothing seemed amiss.

"Ok?"

Lin Jiang looked around in confusion and finally noticed the unusual state of his grandfather's thoughts.

Extremely messy.

The surrounding walls were a pure, boundless blank space, almost devoid of anything, except for the ground beneath one's feet, which was covered with large, petal-like imprints, intricately spreading across the ground.

The scene before me presents a strange and beautiful beauty, as if I were in a secluded space, with a sea of ​​flowers beneath my feet.

At the far edge of that blank space, a huge crack tore through half of the dome like a curtain. From this angle, Lin Jiang could not see what was outside the crack, but he could clearly see a faint golden light winding along the crack, shimmering with beams of light.

Lin Jiang bent down, picked up one of the petals, and gently rubbed it between his fingertips.

Suddenly, an image seemed to flash before Lin Jiang's eyes:
A tiny creature, barely a foot tall, was running happily under an old tree. The owner of the view stretched out a still-young arm, picked a date, and handed it to the little creature.

Lin Jiang recognized him immediately.

The little guy running below is himself when he was young, and the perspective of the person reaching out his hand is Lin Shengfeng!

He looked in surprise at the pile of petals on the ground and reached out to pick up a few more.

In the first petal, he saw the owner of his vision climbing in the mountains, reaching a high place to enjoy the view; the second petal appeared on the surging sea, where the owner of his vision and the obviously much younger Sun Zhong were fighting against the giant waves, and from the thick fog, a towering red wall stood out.

Setting down the flower petals, Lin Jiang finally understood what this place was all about—

These are all Lin Shengfeng's memories!

Lin Shengfeng's entire life was condensed in these petals, which were scattered and fragmented on the ground.

Lin Jiang finally understood why Lin Shengfeng was unable to move:

The memories are fragmented and completely disjointed.

One moment he was enjoying sweet dates with his grandson in the mountains, the next he was arguing with his wife; one second he was savoring the delicious fish soup, the next he was enduring hunger with his grandson in the vast ocean.

If a person's memory is so chaotic and disorganized, they will naturally be unable to act.

However, Lin Jiang was helpless in the face of all this.

He didn't know any way to reassemble those shattered memories.

I could only calm myself down and carefully avoid the broken petals on the ground as I walked toward the crack in the distance.

Soon, Lin Jiang arrived at the crevice and cautiously peered inside.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept in from within, almost dispersing the Qi he had injected into Lin Shengfeng's body.

However, in that instant, Lin Jiang finally saw what was happening:

It was a majestic mountain peak that reached into the clouds, with a dazzling light, like the sun, shining directly above its summit.

(End of this chapter)