Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 380 Trading
Thieves with gleaming eyes:
“The three of you, like me, are all top-tier cultivators. It is not difficult for you to plant spells in other people’s bodies. Even for me, if the three of you joined forces to cast a spell, there would be no way to undo it.”

"Moreover, I will not be back in the Dust Kingdom for long, and I can also help you deal with the Sixth Prince who already holds a grudge against you. This transaction is a sure thing for you all."

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment, then gestured for everyone to step aside and discuss the matter:

"Do any of you have a method to apply this restriction?"

"If you want me to take his life directly, it wouldn't be difficult."

Yu Wenyun waved his hands repeatedly and sighed helplessly.

Lin Jiang glanced at him.

Such is the nature of martial artists; apart from direct confrontation, they are inferior in all other methods, especially orthodox martial artists like Yu Wenyun.

While the former general was knowledgeable in military strategy and tactics, he knew nothing about combat.

Let's just ask the "all-knowing one, two, three".

On second thought, the number one, two, and three candles were indeed incredibly useful; Lin Jiang had escaped several rather tricky situations thanks to the number one, two, and three candles.

"It is possible to inject a wisp of Qi into his dantian, but it will only affect him for a short time and will not have much of a deterrent effect."

One, two, three were clearly hesitant.

She does have those candles, mostly for dealing with those who haven't reached the Star Point level. Suddenly asking her to come up with a way to deal with those who have reached the Star Point level is quite a challenge.

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment, then rubbed a pill of freedom from his palm.

"Can you inject this into his dantian?"

"Brother Zhao's method?" Yi Er San recognized the unique pill at a glance, his eyes lighting up: "It can indeed send it into the other person's dantian."

The destructive power of this thing is well known. If it hits the dantian, even if a true Star Pointer doesn't die, he will certainly lose his cultivation level.

However, this method is even more difficult to preserve than Jing Wuchen's; Lin Jiang estimated that this pill would only last for three days at most.

So he discussed with Yi Er San how to set up this technique.

After making all the preparations, they lit a specially made red candle on the count of one, two, three. Lin Jiang then took the small, free pill and approached the thief.

He threw the pill in front of the thief:
"Eat it."

To reassure Lin Jiang, the thief swallowed the pill beforehand and then asked:

"what is this?"

"I don't know if you've ever heard of the emperor of Daxing."

"I've heard of it, of course I've heard of it." Thief nodded and said, "That god of death has cut down countless stars, so I've naturally heard about it."

"This is how he killed Dianxing."

"Eh?"

The thief's expression visibly stiffened for a moment.

"Unfortunately, I'm not very good at controlling this method. After you consume this stuff, I estimate I can only last for three days." Lin Jiang added, "After three days, you'll probably explode directly from your dantian, but don't worry, it shouldn't kill you."

The thief's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything more in the end.

"Then I'll trouble you all to bring those treasures over."

Lin Jiang nodded, turned around and walked straight towards the carriage, but hesitated for a moment when he got to the carriage.

In the end, they did not take out the real treasure, but only a few wisps of primordial mist.

I kneaded it slightly based on my memory.

With his movements, the outlines of several treasures appeared in his palm.

Immediately, he took the treasures back and handed them over to the thief.

After carefully examining the item, the thief sensed something subtly off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

However, he didn't pay much attention to this strangeness. He immediately stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to Lin Jiang and the others, and turned to leave.

Watching the person's departing figure, One, Two, Three couldn't help but ask:
"Is he trustworthy?"

"Whether it's worth it or not doesn't matter, as long as the pills we gave him are real."

Lin Jiang shrugged.

The primordial fog was enough to deceive for three days, and as long as one didn't confront a master of the Star Pointing technique head-on with a fake, Lin Jiang was certain that it would be difficult to detect under normal circumstances.

There's no real loss anyway; if this person is willing to deceive himself, let him be.

He was the one who died.

……

The thief, carrying a few stolen treasures, walked a distance before stopping.

He looked around warily to make sure no one was following him before he began to examine his own situation.

He had been using his sect's secret techniques to steal an advantage from the Heavenly Dao.

Logically speaking, that binding technique should have become ineffective long ago due to various causal misalignments.

But at this moment, he clearly sensed a conspicuous bead lying quietly in his dantian.

According to the other party, this was a common tactic used by the Emperor of Daxing.

That fiend who attained enlightenment through killing was renowned for his power; few who fell victim to his techniques escaped unscathed.

Now that such a deadly object has been driven into his dantian, even someone as experienced as him feels an indescribable gloom in his heart.

But he quickly regained his composure.

Having narrowly escaped death, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Although he didn't believe these people would keep their promises, the current situation didn't allow him to think too much about it.

All he can do now is complete the transaction as soon as possible, in case he gets blown up by this thing in three days.

With the return journey in a hurry, taking the usual route back to Shencheng would take at least half a month.

With time running out, he simply set up an altar, activated the illusory realm, and stole the entire journey.

He returned to his home in just one hour.

After returning home, he was not in a hurry to find the Sixth Young Master, but instead spent his time enjoying himself with several of his favorite servants.

As night approached, he dressed neatly and stepped into the quiet city shrouded in darkness.

He found the Sixth Young Master's residence with practiced ease, entered through the back gate, and sent a servant to inform the Sixth Young Master. A moment later, he appeared in the reception room, and the Sixth Young Master rushed to him in a great hurry.

As soon as the Sixth Young Master arrived, he couldn't help but ask eagerly:

"How did it go? Did you bring that thing back?"

The thief chuckled and pushed all the items directly in front of the Sixth Young Master.

Upon witnessing the treasure that had been lost and found again, the Sixth Prince breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to Xia Zhenyi beside him and nodded, ordering the servants to quickly pack up everything.

Only after the matter was settled did he glance sideways at the thief:

"Thank you so much."

"With our friendship, there's no need for thanks."

The thief chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "But your third sister needs to be met as soon as possible."

"Seven days from now, my third sister may be able to..."

“Seven days later won’t work.” The thief immediately shook his head: “It will definitely be tomorrow during the day.”

"tomorrow?"

The Sixth Young Master frowned slightly:

"Tomorrow is indeed rushed, and we need to find a reason for the previous invitation. If it's so urgent, she might not agree."

The thief smirked, leaned closer, and lowered his voice:

"Sixth Young Master, I cannot tolerate 'possibility,' nor can I listen to 'a few days later.' I risked my life to do this for you, and now you're trying to shirk responsibility?"

Before he finished speaking, a chilling aura emanated from the thief.

In the blink of an eye, the Sixth Young Master felt cold sweat seeping down his back.

He understood that becoming a thief was no joke.

This lustful fiend, filled with filth, couldn't wait even a moment longer!
Unfortunately, he couldn't afford to offend this prominent figure.

Although he was confident that his family background would prevent his opponent from actually killing him, his status as a thief was the only top-tier combat strength he could rely on.

We still have to appease them.

The Sixth Young Master gritted his teeth, pondered for a long time, and finally whispered:

"Okay! Tomorrow... I'll find a way to ask her out!"

……

When Lin Jiang returned to the carriage and, using the coffin as a cover, went back to Ao Xinchen's side, she noticed that Ao Xinchen was carrying a bag on her back.

The small bag looked like it was hastily woven from the rope she had brought with her; it wasn't the kind that could hold very small or tiny items, but it could hold some larger items.

"I went to take care of some things and just got back," Lin Jiang said. "What happened to you?"

“I found some items here that would be of some use in my survival on the island, so I simply tied them up with vines and carried them with me.”

Lin Jiang adjusted his view and took a closer look at the backpack, discovering that it was filled with pots, pans, and other kitchen utensils.

These items might be insignificant to others, but for Ao Xinchen, who was stranded on a deserted island, they were the best of the best.

Unable to fast, one cannot escape worldly customs; for eating, drinking, and daily life, a vessel is always needed for convenience.

What she had gained made her feel that the trip had been worthwhile.

Looking up again at the towering palace, two obvious signs of human excavation were visible on the mountain in front of it.

A wide, relatively intact staircase leads upwards, leading directly to the temple.

Another spot was a circular pile of rubble lying on the ground. Ao Xinchen approached and observed that it was a huge stone platform with a recess underneath to accommodate it. However, the platform seemed to have fallen from mid-air, and its surface was now covered with cracks.

Lin Jiang examined the platform and carefully observed the smooth stone wall that had been specially excavated for the platform, concluding that the object resembled an "elevator" powered by Taoist magic.

However, due to prolonged neglect, the entire "elevator" has fallen from mid-air and is completely destroyed.

Lin Jiang enveloped the area in mist, and the runes shimmered and reflected in his eyes. He tried to perform a ritual following the arc above the runes.

The next moment, Lin Jiang did feel that his body was lighter than before.

However, these patterns alone are clearly not enough to make such a huge stone rise into the air.

There must be other methods hidden within.

Even so, Lin Jiang still felt that this little trick might be more practical than he had expected.

When used properly, this simple manipulation of gravity can be very effective in many situations.

After examining the stone, Ao Xinchen found it uninteresting and turned back to the long staircase. She climbed the stairs and soon arrived at the palace entrance.

However, as soon as Ao Xinchen arrived at the palace gate, her steps slowed down.

She held her breath and gazed into the depths of the palace, not daring to approach for a moment.

Lin Jiang's gaze also darkened.

He also caught a glimpse of the scene inside the hall.

Countless withered skeletons lay sprawled on the long, dark corridor.

Like the one in the ruins, they have all decayed completely, and can only lean against the cold wall in a scattered manner, quietly waiting for their bodies to be completely eroded by the wind in the silent years.

Ao Xinchen is not afraid of death.

However... there were far too many dead people before us.

Ground, corridors...

Almost every inch of space was filled with corpses lying in the ground.

They were in various postures, and many were clearly struggling to climb towards the cave entrance.

But the one that crawled the furthest only stretched its skeletal hand to the side of the gate.

The sunlight streaming in from outside the door finally stopped in front of that fingertip that had already turned into a skeleton.

This dark corridor seemed to be the boundary between life and death; the souls that perished within it could never again touch that nearby light and warmth.

(End of this chapter)