Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 89 Ascending to the Clouds and Treading on the Rosy Clouds

"Mr. Zhu!"

Fang Xuanzi was slightly startled, wondering why Lin Jiang had suddenly come over.

The sudden appearance of the young man caused the atmosphere between master and disciple to freeze abruptly, and Fang Xuanzi had no choice but to awkwardly change the subject:

"Young Master Zhu, why don't you go through the main gate?"

"The main gate is locked."

Lin Jiang gave Fang Xuanzi a strange look.

Fang Xuanzi's lips twitched slightly.

"What brings Young Master Zhu to visit so late at night?" Fang Xuanzi paused for a moment before asking again.

"I saw the bandits sneaking up the mountain in the dark, so I followed them to find out what was going on."

"How dare the mountain bandits cross the clouds?" Fang Xuanzi's brows furrowed.

“We have connections with bandits on the mountain,” Tai Nanzi added.

Fang Xuanzi glanced at his master, Tai Nanzi, whose expression remained calm: "Over the years, they have often escorted living people into the inner sect and sent them directly to the Spider Cave."

Fang Xuanzi's Adam's apple bobbed; the shock of today had left him almost numb.

"Master, is your hysteria cured?" Lin Jiang looked at Tai Nanzi in surprise.

"Hysteria? I don't have hysteria, I just occasionally lose my train of thought."

Lin Jiang could tell that Tai Nanzi's hysteria hadn't improved, and in fact, it was quite severe.

Tai Nanzi sat up straight on the bed and stared intently at Lin Jiang: "You seem to be very capable."

"Not particularly capable."

"Could you take your unworthy disciple away from the mountain?" Tai Nanzi got off the bed, cupped his hands in greeting, and bowed deeply: "The mountain bandits are in cahoots with the demons, and the spider might come down to kill you."

"You mean a spider?" Lin Jiang said, "I just followed those bandits down into the cave and there was a big spider there. I killed it."

silence.

There was no sound in the room except for the breathing of a few people.

Fang Xuanzi and the old Taoist priest both looked at Lin Jiang.

Tai Nanzi, who claimed to be indifferent and not care about anything, began to widen her eyes, which grew larger and larger until they resembled copper bells.
"died?"

"Dead." Lin Jiang was still shaken. The thought of the spiderling crawling into his hand gave him goosebumps. "It was a really tough battle."

“Young man…you can’t talk nonsense…” Tai Nanzi’s voice trembled uncontrollably at the end.

Lin Jiang took out the storage bag and pulled out a huge spider leg from it.

The spider can't fit in the bag, but its legs can.

The spider's gnarled bristles swept over the pestle and mortar, filling the clinic to the brim.

Although it is large, anyone who has seen a spider can tell at a glance that this is the Spider Wolf Iron Leg.

When Tai Nanzi saw the spider leg again, her eyes widened in amazement.

"Is that a spider?"

“These are spiders, very big spiders like this,” Lin Jiang said. “But I don’t like small spiders, so I cleaned them all up.”

Tai Nanzi began circling the spider's leg:
"It's a spider, it's a spider, it really is a spider."

Then, as if he had gone mad, he began searching the entire Xinglinfang neighborhood:
"Where's the body? Where's the body?"

Tai Nanzi crouched down to look under the bed, opened the medicine box, ran to Fang Xuanzi's side, and ruffled his disciple's hair with his hands. Finally, he shoved his distorted face in front of Lin Jiang's eyes, swinging his arms in a wide arc.

"The corpse must be this huge! There aren't any around here, where is it?"

"The body is still in the cave." Lin Jiang also gestured along with the old Taoist priest: "Because the body is so big, I can't move it down."

"I want to go and see, I'm going to go and see right now."

Tai Nanzi wanted to leave. Lin Jiang simply reached out and stopped him.

"You can't go now."

"Why?" The old Taoist tilted his head, looking at Lin Jiang with great confusion.

"Besides spiders, there are other things on the mountain," Lin Jiang said. "There's a human skin, belonging to an old Taoist priest. The skin can talk and says he has two disciples." Lin Jiang said, "One is named Tai Nanzi, and the other is named Tai Beizi."

Lin Jiang could clearly see that Tai Nanzi's already somewhat stiff and crazy expression became even more tense.

"Old Taoist?"

"Yes."

"White beard hanging down to the chest?" Tai Nanzi gestured with his chin.

"Yes."

“I have to see him, I absolutely have to see him.”

Ignoring everything else, Tai Nanzi rushed toward the door, only to find it already locked. So he climbed out through the window that Lin Jiang had just climbed in through.

"Master!" Fang Xuanzi had no choice but to follow his master and climb out the window.

Lin Jiang followed behind them, making sure to close the window before leaving.

The moon shone brightly on the desolate path, and the three hurried along. Fang Xuanzi looked up again at the three gilded characters "Stepping on Clouds and Mist," his mind in turmoil, completely lost.

The old Taoist priest didn't care about any of that. He clearly knew the way well and soon arrived at the entrance to the stone chamber leading underground, where he stepped inside.

Once underground, look up and forward.

The enormous spider carcass was placed in front of the coffin.

Upon seeing the body, Tai Nanzi first walked up to it and patted it with her hand.

"Make a sound?"

The spider remained motionless.

Tai Nanzi then jumped around it again:

"you are dead?"

The spider remained motionless.

Finally, Tai Nanzi, clutching her stomach, burst into laughter:

"You're dead! You're dead! Good thing you're dead! Good thing you're dead!"
"No, no, I don't care, I don't care."

"Hahaha, you're dead."

I don't care.

"You are dead."

"You deserve to die."

The spasms on an empty stomach triggered bouts of dry heaving, and a whistling sound came out of her throat. Tai Nanzi squatted on the ground, her turbid tears burning white marks on the ground.

Suddenly, Tai Nanzi felt as if a hand had landed on her shoulder.

As if sensing something, he raised his head.

That familiar human skin appeared before Tai Nanzi.

"Tai Nanzi?"

The folds of human skin rose and fell with the sound waves, as if a living person were breathing.

He showed no fear; on the contrary, when he saw that face, his aged face revealed obvious shock.

"Master was killed by that spider, so you should already be dead."

"Is this form considered alive?" The human skin spread its arms. "There was a powerful immortal who said he killed the spider, and that's how I woke up."

The human skin stretched out its hand, and Tai Nanzi placed her hand on it as well.

The moment two withered hands clasped together, flowing clouds seeped from the bluestone ground.

The human skin first laughed, a laugh that sounded like a ghost, but to Tai Nanzi it sounded like the dashing Taoist priest from long ago who had taken him and his junior sister up the mountain.

Clouds seeped from the bluestone ground, and Tai Nanzi, in fact, flew into the air with the help of a human skin. The two laughed and played among the stone caves, but felt that this place was not open enough and that they could not see the stars and the sea.

Only now did Lin Jiang finally understand why their sect was called "Treading Clouds and Mist".

Slippers tread through the mist, a gray beard breaks through the clouds.

When the drifting clouds dispersed into starlight, scattering throughout the cave, the human skin had withered like faded talisman paper.

"master?"

Tai Nanzi asked in confusion.

"I'm here, but I'm a little tired." The human skin slowly slumped onto Tai Nanzi's body: "Where's your junior sister?"

"She...died inside a spider's belly."

"I see. I see."

The human skin slowly reached out and touched Tai Nanzi's face.

His fingertips were very dry, and it was hard to tell if he still had any sense of touch.

"So you're already this old."

"It has been twenty-two years, four months and three days since I was born. I still remember when we climbed the mountain that year, the snow was so heavy that it covered your entire shoulders, Master."

"Don't remember the days so clearly." The human skin's words faded like smoke: "Remembering too much is tiring."

The human skin fell into Tai Nanzi's hands.

Tai Nanzi said no more and left the cave with the human skin, with Fang Xuanzi and Lin Jiang following behind.

At the fourth watch of the night, when it was still cold and frost covered Tai Nanzi's body, he went to the back mountain, found an ancient cypress tree, and found a grave under the cypress tree. He placed the human skin on the grave.

The snow-white hem of her robe was soaked with cold dew, and as she kowtowed, her frosty temples fell down, blending into the vast expanse of broken talismans scattered on the ground.

(End of this chapter)