Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 453 Seriously Injured
The sun in the sky returned to its original position, and everything around seemed to have returned to normal.

The soldiers who arrived from Daxing regrouped and began to check the casualties. In the battle with the immortal, even though the immortal kept saying that he did not intend to kill anyone, the battle between the strong would always cause the sky to collapse and the earth to crack, and the army could not be completely unscathed.

Several units were wounded and killed in the fighting because they were too far forward. This saddened the general, but there was nothing he could do.

Once upon a time, this great army called itself the Heavenly Cavalry. When they followed the emperor to conquer all directions, they even killed several stars.

But now, when they faced immortals and contended with the powerful and mysterious Dao that could cause mountains to collapse and the earth to split, they realized that all the methods they had mastered had become nothing more than reflections in a mirror.

The other party only touched it lightly, and it turned into fragments and disappeared.

Of course, not only did these cavalrymen not play a significant role in this battle, but even the once-lofty Nine Heavens failed to demonstrate any power at this moment.

For some reason, most of the stars lost their fighting ability as soon as they got close to the immortal, and even the few remaining ones could hardly cause any effective damage to the immortal.

This resulted in what appeared to be a battle between the two sides, when in reality it was just one side taking the hits.

At this moment, Zhao Liulang, who was at the front, had just finished taking stock of Dianxing's losses.

In the end, several stars still died.

These stars were not actually killed, but rather their cultivation was suppressed when faced with the immortal's methods. With their life-threatening tribulation approaching and no one to help them, they died from exhaustion.

Those separated warriors were not dead; they remained scattered and unable to move.

However, it must be said that losing only so few people in the face of immortals is already a pretty good result.

Zhao Liulang sat on a dirt slope, feeling utterly powerless.

When he first faced an immortal, he thought the difference in strength wouldn't be that great, but after actually fighting, he realized that the difference was simply too great.

His accumulated cultivation was almost entirely useless; he couldn't even protect himself, let alone defeat immortals.

Just as Zhao Liulang was pondering what the future held for Daxing, the Taoist Xunzhen rode over on a donkey from not far away.

Upon seeing the other person, Zhao Liulang also bowed to the Taoist priest:

"Thank you for your help, Master."

"Your attitude now is not like it was just now."

"Does the Taoist priest wish for me to be even more tyrannical?"

"Let it be." The old Taoist waved his hand, then looked at the mess on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of someone who is at the pinnacle of Taoist mysteries, the gap between him and us is just too great."

"But this is just too big."

Zhao Liulang was filled with helplessness:
"In that case, do we really have a chance to protect Daxing?"

"You can't say that, Emperor of Daxing."

The old Taoist priest shook his head and said:
"Taoists of their caliber have cultivated for countless years, perhaps hundreds or thousands of years. Their path to Taoism is much longer than that of the Great Xing Dynasty and the Divine City. In addition, the world they inhabit has an even longer history. It is through the accumulation of so much history that they have been able to achieve such a high level of Taoist cultivation."

Zhao Liulang was silent for a moment: "...Someone once said that you like to act like a teacher."

The Taoist Master Xunzhen laughed in exasperation: "You have such a sharp tongue."

Zhao Liulang waved his hand:
"I've been a loose tongue for a long time, but I know that while these words can serve as inspiration for future generations, they are of little use to me. Strength is strength, and weakness is weakness. I still have to find a way to protect Daxing. If the other side is too strong, no matter how many grand principles I preach, I will not be able to protect Daxing."

"Ugh."

The Seeking Truth Daoist had known Zhao Liulang for a long time. In his opinion, Zhao Liulang was the most talented of the three of them in the Ninth Heaven, but at the same time, he was also bound by the entire Daxing.

This country became a boulder tied to his back, immobilizing him and making it impossible for him to take even half a step forward in his spiritual practice.

In the end, his cultivation was not as high as his own or the Imperial Preceptor's.

But what could he possibly say?

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Daxing was able to become the most powerful country on this land.

But the problem he's considering right now is one that truly has no solution. The immortals are just that powerful; what can they do about it?

However, what the Seeking Truth Taoist didn't know was that Zhao Liulang was actually more worried about Lin Jiang at this moment.

When that sun appeared just now, for some reason, he felt that the sun had something to do with Lin Jiang.

The sun has now disappeared, and Lin Jiang has not responded.

These things made Zhao Liulang feel that things weren't going smoothly.

Just as these people were pondering, the few warriors in the distance, who had been reduced to pieces, suddenly let out a few strange cries.

The bodies of these warriors quickly merged together and stood up on the ground again.

The transformation technique took effect, and they were able to recover.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Liulang felt a sense of unease and looked up at the sky.

The method to separate these warriors originated from that immortal. Since the method is no longer effective, it proves that... the immortal is dead?

There was nothing unusual in the sky when he suddenly heard a cry of surprise beside him. Turning his head, he suddenly saw a large tree burning with flames in an open space not far away.

There was a person burning a fire under that big tree.

The figure was clearly burned horribly, with almost no part of its body unscathed. If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be dead by now. Even if it were someone who knew the Body Transformation Technique, it would definitely be severely injured in this state.

Zhao Liulang, however, felt that the figure looked very familiar.

After taking a closer look, I was shocked to discover it.

This looks like Lin Jiang!

He was also anxious, so he hurriedly went to Lin Jiang's side, asked for a large group of doctors, and had them use their magic to extinguish the fire on his body.

Several stars gathered around and used all their strength to extinguish the seemingly small flame.

They then realized that the raging flames were not as simple as they appeared.

Only after the figure, almost completely burned to a crisp, collapsed to the ground did the healers begin to treat his injuries.

A massive amount of life force was poured into it, but his physical body showed no signs of recovery for a long time.

Jiao Gong also rushed over, took out his own prescription from his pocket, and intended to transfer Lin Jiang's injuries.

But as Jiao Gong got into position and began to use his magic, the light in his hand had only flashed for a moment when he screamed and fainted.

The pill in his hand fell vertically, and Zhao Liulang felt a sense of foreboding. He rushed forward and kicked the pill that had transferred the injury, sending it flying into the air.

Suddenly it exploded, and huge flames shot outwards from the sky, instantly turning the surrounding sky red and burning away all the clouds.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhao Liulang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If he hadn't dealt with that thing in time, the raging flames would probably have burned everyone around it to ashes.

Just how badly injured was Master?
Zhao Liulang looked down and found that Lin Jiang's skin had only healed a small part, and it was still a long way from being completely cured.

Seeing this, Zhao Liulang gritted his teeth.

They now need to find a temporary place to set up camp, but it is obvious that they cannot build a suitable camp outside.

This area is the perfect place to set up a campsite...

As Zhao Liulang was pondering this, he suddenly spotted a carriage approaching on the mountain road not far away.

The person on top of the carriage looked familiar to him. He stared at them for a while before realizing that it was Yi Er San without makeup.

The carriage stopped, and other figures immediately got out.

Running at the very front is the tiny ginseng.

After she crossed the crowd and arrived here, I looked around again before scratching my head in confusion:
"Didn't they say there was a big bad guy here? Where did he go?"

The words had barely left his throat when he suddenly noticed a charred figure lying under a tree not far away.

Little Ginseng stared at the figure with some confusion for a moment. Suddenly, she realized that the figure looked familiar, and her two small eyes slowly widened.

With his legs trembling, he took two steps in that direction and finally recognized who the person on the ground was.

Little Ginseng let out a mournful cry and lunged towards Lin Jiang, grabbing his hand.

"Lin Jiang! Lin Jiang, how are you?! Don't scare me!"

Tears welled up in Xiaoshan Shen's eyes. Seeing that Lin Jiang didn't react, she reached out to remove the red beads from her head.
"Eat this. It contains my power. Eating this will make you better..."

But before he could pick it, Zhao Liulang swiftly grabbed the ginseng by the back of its neck:
“My God, please don’t do that.”

Zhao Liulang pinned down Xiaoshanshen's two small arms: "His injuries are too severe right now. Even if he consumes all of your cultivation essence, I'm afraid it won't be able to heal his injuries."

"What should we do? We can't just watch him suffer."

Little Ginseng started crying again.

She already regretted telling Lin Jiang not to come back.

How could she have known that Lin Jiang would be so badly injured?

If I had been able to keep Lin Jiang here, or if I had followed him, would things have been different?

"He needs a place to rest now."

Zhao Liulang glanced back in the direction of Chen Kingdom.

A resolute look gradually appeared in his eyes:
"Let's go to the Dust Kingdom first and borrow a place there!"

(End of this chapter)