Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 62 Even Treasures Can Be Plagued

Lin Jiang stared at the luminous pearl:

"It's okay, I won't get sick."

He then pulled out a packet of medicine from his pocket, hesitating slightly: "Can you take medicine?"

"Do I look like someone who can take medicine?" Ye Mingzhu cursed, "Cough cough, do I even have a mouth?"

Lin Jiang picked up the luminous pearl:

"Why are you here?"

"Let me go... never mind." Ye Mingzhu sighed. "I and several old friends followed the master to fight the thieves, but the thieves' methods were too strange, and we even got sick. Now we have no strength at all and can't even move."

Where is your master?

"I can't tell you. I don't know if you're a thief. If you go over there, you might end up harming my master."

"Then can you tell me where the source of the disease is? I want to get rid of the root of this disease."

"I can't tell you either, for the same reason as above."

"I don't lie."

"I can't tell, so it's better to play it safe."

"Alright." Lin Jiang gave up on continuing to dodge the question with Ye Mingzhu.

He glanced around.

This sea of ​​flowers is quite large, and the surrounding flowers easily obstruct the view. Lin Jiang's observation skills are still in their early stages, making it difficult for him to locate the enemy amidst this sea of ​​red. He can only search here slowly.

"Okay, I'll take you to a safe place to prove I'm a good person. You tell me where they are."

Lin Jiang felt that this was the fastest way to find the enemy.

"Let me go, I want to stay here and stand with the master."

"Then wouldn't you have died in vain?" Lin Jiang shook his head: "I respect those who sacrifice themselves for righteousness, but dying in vain is a bit foolish."

The luminous pearl fell silent.

Lin Jiang simply continued walking with the luminous pearl.

However, this area is a bit large.

Is this the right direction?
……

"Cough cough..."

The old man held a dagger in his left hand and a shovel in his right. He coughed twice, then flicked the shovel, sending the dirt flying out.

In the blink of an eye, the soil transformed into iron bees, and the flowers turned into many blades, drawing large shadows in the air and leaning down towards the distant page.

The page boy coughed twice, and the bees instantly wilted and fell directly to the ground with a clattering sound. However, the blades had already pierced into the page boy's body.

Not a single drop of blood flowed out; beneath the pageboy's tattered clothes lay a sea of ​​flower petals, like a surging river.

The wound was stitched up, and even the clothes were repaired.

However, the pageboy's face turned quite pale.

Clearly, repairing the wound was very exhausting for him.

The old man wanted to give chase, but the dagger and shovel couldn't withstand the force and fell to the ground. He coughed and trembled, already convulsing.
"Master, we can't hold on any longer!" Dagger cried out in agony.

"Shut up, the master is still fighting, you have to keep going even if you can't handle it." The shovel yelled as it struggled to get up, but its legs gave way and it fell to the ground with a thud.

"Others' men swear to die, and those who follow you will swear to die too." The page boy adjusted his breathing and said with a smile, "Master Zhao, you have so many treasures, it's truly enviable."

The old man looked up and coughed twice more.

He stared at the page for a while:
"You haven't awarded any stars yet, have you?"

The pageboy's smile froze on his face.

"Your methods are too crude, and your foundation is insufficient. A cultivator who has attained the Star of Cultivation cannot only master one disease, nor can they become weak after suffering physical damage a few times," the old man explained, word by word.
"If I'm not mistaken, the method you cultivate mainly focuses on illness. Someone gave you a special ailment to plague me, hoping to take advantage of my injury and cause me to fall from my cultivation level."

silence.

The pageboy remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he smiled.

The mouth split open, but instead of teeth, it revealed a mouthful of red flowers:
"How perceptive you are. Miss bestowed upon me the Qi Sixing Medicine Technique and also gifted me the Three Little Treasures Poppy, all to take advantage of your injury and make you sick. I initially thought it was inappropriate, since no one would be willing to sacrifice their cultivation to protect someone, but it turns out you really are like that."

"You can't kill me."

"Old Zhao, I never intended to kill you. You've reached the Star level, you're beyond my ability to kill. I only wanted to damage your cultivation."

The pageboy was quite composed.

If it weren't for the star, it would be far inferior.

Killing him would definitely not kill the old man.

"But the treasure that Miss gave me will allow you to truly experience what birth, aging, sickness, and death are all about."

The pageboy gently took a flower out of his bosom.

This flower is also a Lycoris radiata, but its petals are white, standing out starkly from the surrounding sea of ​​flowers. The flower trembled twice, and a female voice uttered from within:
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of human life."

This is a genuine method of treating illness, and also a method that truly makes the old man sick.

The Three Little Treasures Poppy, the root of the great plague "Three Inch Red" disease, is a blood-sucking poppy, yet it grows snow-white.

How beautiful!

"Master Zhao, birth, aging, sickness and death are all part of human nature."

The pageboy pointed the three little poppies towards the ground.

The crimson expanse suddenly swirled, and the blood-red petals fell like rotting flesh. In an instant, new white blossoms emerged.

It actually transformed the nearby flower fields into a ghastly white snow mound.

The old man placed his hand on the long sword at his waist.

"You old fool!" The longsword was drawn a short distance from its sheath: "If you draw it again, your Dao Realm will surely be lost!"

"I know," the old man muttered.

The sword was drawn three inches, but the page chuckled and his body turned into white flower petals, drifting away in the wind.

Ran.

The old man frowned.

Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable all over his body.

My scalp feels hot, my eyes are dry, my throat is itchy, and my knees feel sore.

It was as if numerous lesions were emerging all at once in his body.

Are you planning to wear me down?

For those who practice treating lesions, this is indeed a tactic.

But the old man really doesn't have many options right now.

His senses had diminished considerably after his injury, making it difficult for him to find his page in such a vast sea of ​​flowers.

We need to search the area thoroughly.

"Cough cough..."

The old man covered the corner of his mouth with his hand.

When he lowered his hand, there was a large bloodstain on his palm.

……

The page found an open space.

Seeing that no one was around, he finally sat down on the ground, looking rather disheveled.

Yet she still held the flower in her arms tightly with both hands.

Using the power within the flower, the pageboy barely managed to acquire some life-saving techniques.

"Incarnation".

Apart from martial artists, anyone who reaches the Star level can use this technique.

In this way, one cannot be killed by a knife or destroyed by an axe. As long as one has enough Qi, no matter how powerful the punches and kicks are, they cannot kill one.

But the old man had the means to refine the poison, and if the page took two more hits, he felt that his life might really be over.

He wasn't actually afraid of death. By accepting this mission, he had, in a sense, disregarded his own life and death, all for the sake of repaying Miss.

Being unafraid of death is completely different from courting death. He must wholeheartedly protect the flower in his arms, and on this basis, try to weaken Master Zhao's power as much as possible. If he can save his life after the mission is accomplished, that would be best. If he can't save his life, he must save the flower.

From what we can see now, there doesn't seem to be a big problem.

The entire sea of ​​flowers has a disturbing effect; even a prominent figure could easily get lost in it.

Looking for him?
Let's try our luck!

The pageboy boasted that he had always been lucky.

Just as he was about to adjust his breathing and recover from the exhaustion caused by "body transformation", he suddenly heard bickering sounds coming from beside him.

Even if you take me to a safe place, I still can't trust you.

"You're such a stubborn person."

who is it?

The pageboy turned his head and saw a handsome young man holding a luminous pearl in his hand not far away.

He stopped and looked at the page.

The pageboy sat on the ground, looking up at him.

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

P.S.: There's a funeral procession tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)