Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 352 Survival on a Desert Island

Later that evening, the group parked the carriage under the shade of a tall tree, and everyone got out to enjoy their dinner.

Jiang Jinyue had prepared a sumptuous meal at Baishan Cangsong, and the Qiankun Bag could effectively preserve the food, so she did not need to cook dinner for everyone.

The reason for choosing to eat out was the concern that the carriage would be filled with strong food odors. After all, the carriage is meant for people to rest at night, and if the smell is pervasive, it will be inconvenient to stay, and it will eventually require a lot of effort to get rid of it.

Just moments after finishing his meal, Lin Jiang suddenly felt someone calling him from his inner vision space.

He immediately closed his eyes and went inside, arriving at the tree in an instant. Lin Jiang recognized the speaker as Zhao Liulang.

Seeing that no one was around, Lin Jiang asked directly:

"What happened, Liu Lang? Why are you contacting me all of a sudden?"

"Master," Zhao Liulang said with a hint of a smile, "we've caught him."

"what?"

Lin Jiang was clearly slightly taken aback.

What did you catch?

This sudden, out-of-the-box statement really left Lin Jiang a little dizzy.

Zhao Liulang quickly explained to Lin Jiang:

"Didn't you encounter a rather strange-looking clerk in Baishan before? I sent some men over, and they arrested him right away."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang broke out in a cold sweat.

At the time, he only had a strange feeling in his heart, but he did not expect Zhao Liulang to act so quickly.

They arrested him after only a few days.

"Please don't arrest the wrong person," Lin Jiang said with a hint of helplessness.

“Master, don’t worry. This person is definitely suspicious. He has a booklet that seems to be related to the officials who fled from Kyoto before.”

There really is a problem!

"At that time, several assassins attempted to kill me to silence me and even tried to steal the book. Fortunately, when I sent these officials, I bestowed upon them a treasure, and now they have been successfully captured."

That's great news.

"Unfortunately, the arrested men were suicide soldiers. Seeing no hope of escape, they bit their tongues and committed suicide. In the end, we were unable to get any clues out of them. However, the booklet and the registrar were preserved. They are now being escorted to the capital for careful questioning. We should be able to get some information out of them."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang couldn't help but picture that group of people in his mind.

The whereabouts of the officials who escaped from the capital are still unknown. Leaving aside the others, the main concern is Li Guang.

That was Jiang Jinyue's adoptive mother. When the two fought before, Li Guang kept saying it was for the sake of Daxing. Now that the general is dead, she has disappeared without a trace.

Lin Jiang's biggest worry now is that Li Guang might be corrupted by disaster and lose his mind.

Lin Jiang didn't even dare to imagine what would happen if Jiang Jinyue were to encounter Li Ziguang in that state.

Just as Lin Jiang was pondering this, the other people in the coffin arrived one after another.

The first thing to arrive was the sheet metal:

"Master!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Jiang could tell that he was unusually excited, and his words were full of joy. He could see that the face in the coffin was already beaming with smiles.

Seeing his expression, Lin Jiang smiled and asked:
"What good thing have you stumbled upon?"

"I caught a few petty thieves from out of town in Daxing today, it's great!" Ironhide blurted out. But he paused abruptly before continuing:
"It's a pity those few were suicide soldiers; they've already breathed their last."

Lin Jiang: "?"

Why does this storyline sound so familiar?

Just now, Zhao Liulang mentioned sending someone to Baishan. Could it be that the person being sent is Tiepizi?

Lin Jiang suddenly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Zhao Liulang.

He could clearly see that Zhao Liulang had a sly smile on his face at that moment.

Lin Jiang hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Lin Jiang wondered if it was just his imagination, but it seemed that after Zhao Liulang returned to his youthful state, his behavior was just as childlike as his appearance.

In truth, he knew that, given Zhao Liulang's style of doing things, he would most likely send Tiepizi to handle it.

Lin Jiang had indeed met this kid, Iron Skin, before; he was a rather capable fellow.

Although fieldwork is not the primary responsibility of the Casting Division, Zhao Liulang is very likely to entrust him with some tasks to hone his skills and train him. If he passes all the tests in the future, Zhao Liulang will probably give him important responsibilities.

At this moment, Ironhide clearly still wanted to continue telling Lin Jiang about his experiences that day, but he swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Today's task involves some political matters, so it is best to keep quiet and not say too much.

So he abruptly changed the subject:

"I wonder how Brother Jiu Mengzi is doing these days? It seems like it's been a while since I've heard from him."

"I'm here."

Gong Xuan's sudden voice startled Tie Pizi, who paused for a moment before laughing:

"Brother! Long time no see! What were you doing last time? Why were you free for a while?"

"I'm making some preparations for my pursuit of the Dao," Gong Xuan said after a slight pause. "I'm currently in Lianghe City in the southeast, and I expect to stay here for some time."

Southeast Lianghe River.

This place is very close to the location of the secret treasure given by the separation.

Gongxuan probably intended to make a living here while searching for traces of the secret treasure.

Lin Jiang saw through the coffin that Gong Xuan's clothes were stained again, even more disheveled than before.

But he showed no discomfort on his face; on the contrary, his eyes were even more bright, and he seemed to be in good spirits.

Seeing that the other party was in relatively good condition, Lin Jiang felt a little relieved. As long as Gong Xuan was doing well, that was enough.

"That place is a bit far from here, so it might be a bit difficult for me to see Brother Jiu Mengzi."

"It's alright, I might wander around the city. Even if I get to Lianghe, they might not be able to find me."

As soon as the conversation ended, Lin Jiang turned his gaze to the remaining two coffins.

Jiang Jinyue and the woman from Dayin also arrived at the meeting. Jiang Jinyue remained silent as usual. After everyone had finished speaking, the woman from Dayin hesitated for a moment before speaking in her unfamiliar Daxing language:
"Gentlemen, I have something I'd like to ask you."

"please say."

"Does any of you... know how to build a house?"

The woman's tone was tinged with helplessness when she said this.

The room suddenly froze.

Everyone was silent.

Among them were a corpse that had come back to life, a poor and down-on-his-luck Taoist priest, a young disciple of the Forging Bureau, a constable from the Six Doors, and finally, an emperor from the Great Xing Dynasty. They represented all walks of life and were involved in all sorts of professions.

But ironically, not a single one of them knew how to build a house.

"Why are you asking about this suddenly?"

“It’s always windy and rainy on this island,” the woman from Dayin sighed helplessly. “If I’m constantly drenched by the rain, I’ll get sick sooner or later. I’m not very skilled enough to withstand it, and there’s no suitable cave on the island, so I’m thinking of building a house myself.”

It is indeed a matter of utmost urgency.

If one's cultivation level has not reached the Star Point stage, being exposed to wind, cold, rain, and dampness year after year can easily lead to chronic illnesses.

On a deserted island, disease is an even greater threat; once afflicted, the chances of survival are slim.

"Tin sheet, you're called 'Tin sheet,' can you even build a house?"

"...Young Master, I can talk about refining weapons, but this is completely unrelated to craftsmanship. If you insist on me doing it, I can only make you an iron box at best."

With the tinplate unusable, Lin Jiang wondered if he could use the coffin to gather mist to build a house. However, when he injected his Qi into the coffin, the underwater artifact seemed to malfunction.

It's fine to transmit messages and vital energy, but to condense mist on the other side and build a house out of thin air is too much effort.

“I know a little,” Jiang Jinyue suddenly said.

"Huh?" Tin Man was a little confused: "Miss Martial Arts Fanatic, you actually know how to do this?"

“When I was a child, I really didn’t want to learn martial arts. I always felt that everything else was good except for martial arts. At that time, writing and magic were strictly controlled, so there was really no opportunity to learn them. I would secretly run out to watch the carpenters build houses.”

Jiang Jinyue spoke of this with a sense of nostalgia.

She seemed to recall something from a long time ago, but unfortunately, the person who watched over her back then was now nowhere to be found.

Since Jiang Jinyue understood these things, Lin Jiang decided to maintain the meeting and then let Jiang Jinyue teach the other party.

When Lin Jiang opened his eyes, Jiang Jinyue looked tired and walked towards the second floor, seemingly wanting to take a nap.

She probably wanted to find a quiet place to tell the woman from the Great Yin Dynasty everything she knew.

This marked Jiang Jinyue's first formal contact with the other people in the meeting.

This is indeed a good thing for Lin Jiang.

It's just unknown how long it will take for the woman from the Great Yin Dynasty to finish building the house.

……

Ao Xinchen used a sharp stone blade to chop down the tree. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the neatly arranged timber beside her.

Normally, she would then be polishing the wood, but the knife she had was a rare resource on the island, so she had to use it sparingly.

If it really breaks down, we might have to rely on chopping and grinding it with stones from now on.

Fortunately, she possessed some martial arts skills; otherwise, these trees might have been difficult to cut down.

Ao Xinchen wiped away his sweat, picked up the water bag in his arms, and took a sip, finally easing his burning throat.

In fact, her decision to build a house on the island was also because the island was far from safe as she had imagined.

This island is of limited size, with a forest-like area in the center and towering mountains at its core.

She had explored in that direction, but encountered ferocious birds and beasts in a certain area, and retreated to ensure her safety.

These wild beasts seem to have remembered her scent and will chase after her along the path she takes back.

Although Ao Xinchen had already killed several wild beasts, she still felt uneasy.

Only a house with solid walls could give her a sense of security.

Moreover, it's still unknown how long we'll be staying on this island, so having a place to stay is always a good thing.

Next, as that martial arts fanatic had said, they first laid the foundation, then built the walls, and finally put the roof on.

If possible, Ao Xinchen also plans to build some more walls and cultivate some farmland, so that he can live a self-sufficient life by taking advantage of the eldest son's life force.

This way, she can live peacefully on the island for a while longer.

As she was recalling her thoughts and preparing to erect the pillar, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards the distant mountain peaks.

Upon seeing this, Ao Xinchen frowned slightly.

Previously, the trees had obscured the view, making it difficult for her to discern the scenery in the mountains from her vantage point, and she had not been able to observe it closely.

Now that the obscuration has been completely removed, the sky is clear and the air is crisp.

Ao Xinchen suddenly noticed something standing tall on the mountainside in the distance.

That silhouette...

It looks like a palace.

(End of this chapter)