Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 66 What is Cultivation?
"You want to ask me about the star-pointing thing?"

Lin Jiang nodded.

He could tell from various people that this star was powerful, but he couldn't figure out exactly which aspect was powerful.

Having dealt with this pageboy, he gained some understanding of this level of sophistication.

"Is that pageboy a master of the Star Pointing Technique?"

"No, he's probably at the fifth or sixth level of the Heavenly Realm, but he took some Stars to give him some methods, and he came here specifically to annoy me," Old Man Zhao said.

"You also selected a star?"

"Of course, I'm pretty awesome." Old Zhao said, his nose twitching high.

"A mere fifth or sixth-level cultivator using only a fraction of their star-level abilities could force you into this state?"

Old Zhao's face darkened: "How can this be the same? How can this be the same? You have no idea how badly I'm injured. My kidneys are almost ruined, and I still have to fight off the illness despite the injury. How can this be the same?"

Lin Jiang chuckled twice.

Old Zhao finally sighed and said:
"While the Star Point technique is powerful, it still exists in this world and is inevitably affected by various means. The main advantage of this realm lies in its ability to minimize external influences, just like a star in the sky, looking down on everything. Unless one is also a star, it is naturally difficult to harm you."

"When I fought that page today, I injured his tendons and bones, broke his skin and bones, and his flesh and blood were not like those of a human. Is this also a method of star-pointing?"

"Yes." Old Zhao nodded, and then he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and made a light cut on his finger.

What flowed from Old Zhao's fingers was not blood, but something like sand or mud.

The wound healed quickly.

"This kind of magic can actually be used under the star-pointing technique. It is called the life-substitution technique, which is a way to protect one's life. Any magician with some skill can do this to avoid being beaten half to death by a martial artist when they get close. However, martial artists rarely learn this technique because they have thick skin and flesh, and ordinary swords and spears cannot penetrate them at all."

As Old Zhao spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Lin Jiang, who looked completely serious: "I have an ambition to become a great sorcerer."

"alright."

"Apart from that, is there anything else different about the star-shaped one?"

“It’s very different,” Old Zhao said. “Before the stars were added, it could only be called training at best. Boxing was boxing, painting was painting, and no matter how many skills you learned, you couldn’t escape the essence. After the stars were added, the method is completely different.”

As he spoke, Old Zhao walked up to the bridge pillar.

Each pillar of this stone bridge is carved with a lifelike flying bird, making it a perfect decorative piece.

But then Old Zhao placed his hand on one of the stone birds, and with a flick of his wrist, he broke the stone bird off the bridge.

Then, Old Zhao gently tossed the stone bird away, and Lin Jiang saw the stone bird flap its wings and ascend into the clouds by the moonlight.

It shone with a silvery-white milky light under the moonlight.

"Once the star is lit, the path is fixed. Martial artists can transform their bodies into soldiers, opera singers can turn their plays into real lives, and even farmers can scatter beans to create soldiers." Old Zhao watched the bird fly away, seemingly with a touch of nostalgia.

"When the Great Xing Dynasty was first established, the founding members were highly skilled, and there were quite a few who could be named stars. It's just a pity that the older generation either died in accidents or simply went into seclusion. In peacetime, there was less pressure, and the successors couldn't keep up, so the number of people who could be named stars naturally decreased."

"If we could add stars, that would be wonderful," Lin Jiang said sincerely.

"Yes."

Are there realms beyond the point of stardom?

"Yes," Old Zhao nodded. "The seventh heaven is actually just the Star Pointing Realm. There are also the eighth and ninth heavens, but they don't have any specific names. There are currently experts at the ninth heaven in the capital."

"Hiss. Wouldn't that mean there are stars scattered everywhere in Daxing?"

Old Zhao smacked Lin Jiang on the head: "Go to hell! Do you think Dianxing is as cheap as cabbage? There are less than twenty Dianxing people openly in Daxing right now, and less than forty if you count the ones I know. How many people are there in Daxing? Forty is still too many for you?"

But Old Zhao paused again:
"I don't know how many stars the general has. Recently, he has used some methods to increase the number of experts under his command, but it's very strange and inhuman."

"Those who are inhumane should all be killed."

"Take it easy. The Star Pointer has many tricks up his sleeve, and you're likely to fall victim to dirty tricks."

Lin Jiang nodded and kept it in mind.

He continued to ask:

"Then I wanted to ask, once you've earned a star, are ordinary armies useless? That sickly young scholar hasn't even earned a star yet, but with just this one and a half tricks, he can already influence these towns..."

"Well, how should I put it? It's a matter of mutual generation and mutual restraint." The old man thought for a long time about how to explain it: "You know about the Five Elements, right?"

"know."

"There are mutual generation and mutual restraint among the five elements, and there are also mutual restraint among the practitioners of star-pointing. The method of plague is specifically aimed at ordinary people, but it is much less effective against corpse-driving. Corpse-driving can certainly form an army by itself, but it can be beaten into a fool by a warrior. Warriors can take the head of a person in the midst of a large army, but they can be trapped by magic and cannot make full use of their skills. Magicians are the worst off. Once there are soldiers marching in formation, they don't have time to set up an altar and can only flee in a sorry state."

"However, it is almost impossible for someone without stars to kill someone with stars."

"This page has not yet reached the proper Star Pointing stage, and you will have to kill him four or five times. If he were a true Star Pointing master, his injuries would heal quickly unless his breathing cycle was disrupted. Even those at a higher level would not be able to kill him easily."

"Even if you can't beat me in terms of strategic maneuvering, do you think you can stop a Qi that can turn into smoke and water and escape?"

Hearing this, it's clear that those who point at stars are indeed difficult to kill, and if they really want to escape the battle, they can leap into the sky and transform into birds, or dive into the water and become fish. They're really hard to stop.

"So, what level are you exactly?" Old Zhao asked. "How many of the family's skills do you know?"

"How do you determine your level of cultivation? What is your family's special skill?"

The old man said, "...If you look inside your body, you'll see layers of Qi rising up, and you can clearly see the number of layers." Lin Jiang tried to look inside his body.

It seems that a foundation has indeed appeared at the very bottom of this group of golden figures.

Lin Jiang counted three times to make sure he wasn't mistaken; there was only one foundation.

After finishing his internal examination, Lin Jiang hesitated for a moment:
"The...first level of heaven?"

"Damn it, who are you trying to fool?" the old man chuckled and cursed. "You killed a pageboy in the first level of heaven?"

Lin Jiang chuckled twice.

I clearly didn't lie, so why doesn't Old Man Zhao believe me?

I'm so weak, I've only just entered the first level of cultivation.

"As for your family's skills..." Old Zhao scratched his head: "Those who enter the Dao will always have some basic cultivation methods. In addition to the skills learned outside, your own cultivation can also bring you skills."

Lin Jiang shook his head: "I really don't know."

"Your skills didn't just fall from the sky, did they?"

"It was dug out of the ground," Lin Jiang said earnestly.

"Stop arguing with me." The old man sized up Lin Jiang: "You're learning the Six Spleen Technique, aren't you? I don't know much about this field. I can talk about the first and second levels, but I don't know about the third level and above."

Lin Jiang listened attentively.

"Having just entered the first level of the Six Spleen Technique, one can digest hundreds of foods, resulting in a strong physique. Ordinary toxins can be treated as ordinary food, and one's appetite will also increase significantly."

Lin Jiang scratched his head; he had already mastered this skill of the first level long ago.

"Upon entering the Second Heaven, one's body produces saliva and blood. A single spit can burn away the skin of an ordinary person. Those who don't know better might say it's rotting, but in reality, it has transformed into a primordial liquid state, a difficult-to-defend method."

Lin Jiang hadn't tried that before; he only spat at others...

Isn't that a bit disgusting?
"I don't know anything else. You need to find someone who can guide you into this path, or find someone who also practices this method."

How can he find him? He doesn't even know where Gong Xuan is.

Not wanting to deal with Gong Xuan for the time being, Lin Jiang reached into his sleeve and pulled out two demon cores.

"Old Zhao, can my Six Spleen Technique absorb demon cores?"

Old Zhao glanced at the demon core: "You can eat it, but you need a medicinal guide. If you eat it raw, ninety percent of your cultivation will dissipate, and it will also generate evil energy that will disrupt your body."

"What is the medicinal ingredient?"

“Don’t you have a ginseng?” Old Zhao said. “Let her eat it first. It will differentiate into 30%, the remaining 60% will be secreted out, and 10% will return to the world.”

"She wasn't harmed?"

"Actually, there are some, but they're not big, so she can't eat them all at once. Besides, this is also a form of spiritual practice for her, so it won't have much of an impact."

Lin Jiang nodded, understanding.

"After asking me so many questions, I actually have a question I'd like to ask you too."

"please say."

Old Zhao glanced at Lin Jiang:
"You say you're a deity, so what do you think of Daxing now?"

"I haven't entered the world yet, and my understanding is incomplete, so I dare not speak presumptuously. I can only offer a superficial explanation," Lin Jiang said. "I've traveled to some places. Some places are prosperous and thriving, while others are plagued by corrupt officials and these ruthless opportunists who disregard human life. I like places where people live well, where there is good food and drink, and I feel at ease; I dislike those who harm and kill, because they destroy a good place, leaving no food or drink there. They deserve to die."

"Yes, they should be killed. People who prevent others from eating properly should be killed."

Old Zhao wasn't surprised:

"Yuxiang is relatively peaceful. If you leave Cangsong and venture out to the surrounding areas, you will see more thieves and demons. You should be able to defeat most of them. Don't worry about who's behind them. Just kill them. If there are some you can't beat, just run away. Don't be reckless."

"I'm really good at escaping."

"That's good." Old Zhao smiled and said, "If you encounter any trouble, you can come to my house to find me anytime. As for how to find me, just ask Ye Mingzhu."

"As for this place, you don't need to worry. I will leave an army here to protect Cangsong."

Old Zhao rubbed his arm:

"Let's go, it's getting late. If we stay on this bridge any longer, I might get sick again."

……

The old man didn't stay at the water station; he and the three Zeng brothers stayed at the post station.

Lin Jiang went home.

It was already quite late, and Xiaoshan Shen, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was already lying on the small bed that Lin Jiang had specially prepared for her.

Lin Jiang also lay down on the bed, tossing and turning but unable to fall asleep.

Finally, he took out the pageboy's book basket.

Look what's in here.

(End of this chapter)