I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 221: The Golden Cicada uses flesh and blood as its door and skeleton as its lock; Lü Buwei cuts open Li Xin

"Without elimination, we simply have no ability to do it!"

"Even if the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands joined us, we are still no match. If it weren't for Brother Jin holding back the Eight Directions' Heavenly Palace, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to hold out for even half a year. It's already too much to fight against just one 'Netherworld'."

Yan in front of the hall lowered his head, and his expression gradually became lonely.

Perhaps he was thinking of his comrades who had died on the battlefield, or perhaps he was thinking of Jin Chan, the Lord of the Bronze Palace, who sacrificed his life to fight for a chance of survival for mankind.

"It's my incompetence. I'm sorry for all the brothers who followed me through thick and thin. If I could mobilize the entire national destiny of the Central Plains at that time, if I could break through the million-plus military spirit, Brother Jin wouldn't have died."

"Immortals? Bah! They are just a bunch of powerful beasts!"

Tang Qianyan suddenly became furious, his scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the words that came out of his mouth were as cold and chilling as the bottom of the North Sea.

"Can immortals also die?" Jin Chan was puzzled.

"The last battle is different from the previous ones. If we fail that time, there will be no more humans in the Central Wasteland. The immortals in the sky might raise a monkey or something like that, tame it a little, and use it to continue the work on behalf of humans."

"The day before the decisive battle of Muye, Brother Jin knew that we were doomed to fail and had no chance of winning, so he went to the battlefield alone without telling anyone. He used his flesh and blood as a door and his skeleton as a lock to seal the Jiufang Palace, giving humanity a brief respite."

When Tang Qianyan said this, the veins on his forehead bulged one by one, and he even bit his lip with too much force, causing a trickle of blood to seep out.

"You mean the Jiufang Palace was only sealed but not destroyed? Where were they sealed?"

There were only a few records in the Lanshu Tower about events before the unification of the Central Plains, and this was the first time Jin Chan had heard of it.

"here!"

Tang Qianyan pointed to the ground, then pointed in all directions, paused and continued speaking.

"The Jiufang Palace originally overlaps with the heaven and earth of the Central Plains. The sky above our heads and the land under our feet seem to be the territory of the 'underworld'. By the way, most of the land of the Tang Kingdom was once the territory of Buddhism. The Southern Wasteland was destroyed by Buddhism in the past."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jin Chan instantly understood why the Southern Wilderness was the only one in the world that was powerless and could be easily conquered by Master Pudu.

It turns out that the people of Southern Wilderness had been massacred long before the unification of the Central Plains.

"After Brother Jin died, I was obsessed with the idea of ​​reincarnation, so I tried every possible way to revive him, even using some secret techniques left by the Jiufang Palace in the Central Plains."

"But, but after a thousand years, I realized that there is no such thing as reincarnation. This is just my incompetent delusion, haha!"

Although Tang Qianyan covered his face with his hands, Jin Chan still saw drops of tears flowing down his cheeks.

"I have tried many methods using a drop of blood and a piece of bone, but I failed. You are not him, you are an independent existence!"

Hearing this, Jin Chan narrowed his eyes silently. He did not expect that this body was actually related to Tang Qianyan.

But from what he said, it seemed that he didn't know about the existence of Ying Lou.

One person with two bodies, it seems there is something fishy going on.

"Are you doing everything to prevent the Jiufang Palace from reappearing?"

Jin Chan held his chin, thinking of Tang Qianyan's collection of the seven kingdoms' jade seals, so he continued to ask with a skeptical attitude.

"Stop? No, this time I will definitely destroy the Jiufang Heavenly Palace and bring eternal peace to the Central Plains."

His sword-like brows were furrowed into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and his eyes were staring fixedly towards the sky, as if declaring war on the "immortals" above.

"Over the years, I have secretly planned a lot, and Xuanmen was just one of the failed links. At the beginning, I used becoming an immortal as bait to deceive them for nearly a thousand years. One reason was to open the Bronze Heavenly Palace and take back Brother Jin's body before he became an immortal so that he could rest in peace. The other reason was to create an 'immortal' to follow me to attack the Jiufang Heavenly Palace.

"But after so many years, I suddenly realized that if a person becomes an immortal, he will never protect the Central Plains, but will only associate with jackals and wolves. Moreover, people are just people, so why do they need to become immortals? Even if they don't become immortals, they still have the ability to unify the world."

What Tangqianyan said is not wrong.

Look at those people in the Xuanmen sect who claimed to be noble and detached from the mundane world in the Bronze Palace before.

Before becoming an immortal, he can eat his own kind.

More than ten thousand people ate each other, and only Wu Zhuolei was left.

Could we expect Wu Zhuolei, who had become an immortal, to fight for the people of the Central Plains?

"Your purpose of collecting the Qi Yuxi is for the country's destiny?"

"Yes, at the beginning, I had limited national fortune, and I could only mobilize one or two, but this time."

Although Tang Qianyan did not explain it in detail, Jin Chan could tell from the expression on his face that he seemed quite confident.

"Besides the Imperial Seal, what other plans have you made?"

"Too many, but I have forgotten a lot of them. Hey, Brother Jin, don't look at me like that. I have lived for more than a thousand years and have changed dozens of bodies. It is normal to forget some things."

This time, Tang Qianyan did not lie.

Over the past thousand years, whenever he felt there was a glimmer of hope to destroy the Jiufang Heavenly Palace, he would make plans.

Over time, because he was a zombie, Tang Qianyan, who had changed dozens of bodies, could only let many of his previous plans develop freely, except for retaining some important memories, and he had no time to take care of them.

For example, the piece of meat named Pudu Xianshi was thrown into the Southern Wilderness by him personally.

However, after waiting for a hundred years, the piece of meat didn't even move.

Tang Qianyan thought that the plan had failed, so when he changed his body, he took out this memory.

Of course, in addition to these, there are many more.

After all, more than a thousand years is a long time, enough for a person to do many unrealistic things.

The two of them sat in front of the grave and chatted for a long time in the moonlight. Only when the wine in the jar was empty did they brush the dirt off their clothes and prepare to return to Hangu Pass.

In the past few days, although the coalition forces of the Three Kingdoms did not launch a large-scale attack, Li Xin, who was wearing the skins of thousands of people and pretending to be Jin Chan, could no longer pretend.

Together with Lu Buwei and his trusted aides, they traveled day and night and arrived at Hangu Pass one day ahead of schedule.

This made Li Xin even more anxious, so he pretended to be unwell and slept in the tent all day. Mu Xuanzi and Zi'an guarded outside and he refused to see anyone.

"Boss Jin, if you don't come back, I'll be exposed for pretending to be a commander-in-chief and commanding the entire army. I won't be able to chop off any of your heads."

Inside Hangu Pass at this time.

Li Xin lay on Jin Chan's bed, half of his face covered with a quilt, sweating with anxiety.

"General Jin, the Prime Minister is on his way!"

Outside the tent, Zi'an looked at Lu Buwei walking towards him from a distance, and he deliberately cleared his throat and raised his voice several degrees.

Not long after Tang Qianyan left that day, Zi'an and Mu Xuanzi discovered the abnormality of "Golden Cicada", so under repeated questioning, Li Xin had no choice but to tell the truth.

Fortunately, these two people arrived a step earlier. If someone else had discovered the disappearance of the commander of Hangu Pass first, it would probably have caused chaos.

"No, I have a stomachache, diarrhea, dry heaving yellow water, and heat and evil in my body. Oh, and I am vomiting blood." Li Xin knew very well that as soon as they met, the old fox Lu Buwei would definitely discover his flaws at the first moment.

It would be a small matter if I was punished by military law at that time, but it would be a big deal if Jin Chan was removed from his position as commander-in-chief.

The King of Qin does not have many close confidants around him, and Lu Buwei will definitely hold on to this matter and take the opportunity to uproot Jin Chan's newly established prestige in the army.

"General Jin, the Prime Minister is already fifty meters away. Don't say you are hot and lustful. Even if you have sores on your face and pus on your feet, he will come in to take a look. General, you better think of a solution quickly!"

Zi'an outside the tent uttered these words one by one, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, heaven and earth, please let Boss Jin come back as soon as possible. This is really going to be exposed."

Li Xin was at a loss and simply covered his head completely.

If Lu Buwei used force later, he would hold on to the quilt tightly and not let go. He didn't believe that Lu Buwei could lose face as the Prime Minister of the Great Qin State and compete with him in strength in public.

suddenly.

The door of the tent was opened by a big hand. Lu Buwei was the first to enter, but he poked his head in.

"General Jin, I heard that you were suffering from a serious illness, so I brought my disciple Doctor Que to see you!"

As usual, Lu Buwei was seen holding two walnuts made of jade in his right hand, stroking his beard with his left hand, and still having that incomprehensible smile on his face.

"Cough, cough!"

"Prime Minister, no need for that. I have been feeling unwell these past few days. I am afraid I have dysentery. I am now vomiting and having diarrhea. My body is covered in stains and stench. Prime Minister, please go back to avoid infecting you and causing you to miss out on important matters."

Li Xin coughed twice, and then spoke in an extremely weak voice.

"General, you are joking. I have been strong since I was a child and immune to all diseases. I am not afraid. I am not afraid."

"Besides, the military situation is urgent and there is no time to waste. Let Doctor Magpie feel your pulse first."

Regardless of the refusal of the "Golden Cicada" with his head covered, Lu Buwei simply bent down, stretched out his big calloused hands, and pulled the quilt on the bed.

In an instant, a huge force almost made Li Xin fall out of the quilt.

"Damn it, is this still a civil official? His strength is even greater than that of a bull!"

Li Xin's face turned red. He complained in his heart while increasing the strength of his men.

But how could a mere quilt made of linen and cotton withstand the torture of these two men?

Just a stabbing sound was heard.

The quilt was split into two in an instant.

"General Jin, you are so strong despite being weak. You are worthy of being a good man of the Qin Dynasty!"

Lu Buwei pursed his lips and smiled. His two tiger-like eyes looked at "Golden Cicada" from head to toe.

"Ahem, I'm afraid that I might infect the Prime Minister with dysentery and cause trouble for the Central Army."

"Oh, my stomach is starting to hurt again. I need to go to the toilet now. I can't delay for a moment. Please ask the Prime Minister and Doctor Magpie to step aside for a while."

If you can delay it for a moment, do it for a moment. As for the rest of the things, just take it one step at a time.

Li Xin covered his stomach and forcefully retched, spitting out a mouthful of yellow water.

"This"

Seeing the yellow water spit out by Li Xin staining his boots, the clean-loving Lu Buwei frowned slightly.

However, before Lü Buwei could speak, the old man with gray hair, beard and hunched back said, "Prime Minister, how about I take a look first?"

As Doctor Magpie spoke, he took off the wooden box from his back and spread a piece of leather inside on the table.

I saw twelve gold needles of different lengths and thicknesses, and twenty-four silver needles inserted in the leather.

"Then there's Mr. Lao!"

Although Lü Buwei was the prime minister of the Qin State, he treated his guests with courtesy.

Especially folk heroes like the Magpie Doctor who have great abilities.

"It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal. There is war going on in Hangu now. If I can help a little, it will be considered as doing something for the people."

After saying that, Doctor Que first gently grasped the six silver needles in his hand, and then waved his hand and inserted one of them three inches above Li Xin's chest.

No one knew what method the magician doctor used, but Li Xin fell on the bed in an instant, unable to exert any strength at all.

"General, my name is Que, and my real name is Qin Yueren. My family has been practicing medicine for generations. I am 70% sure that I can cure dysentery, but the treatment may be painful, so I will seal the general's numb points first!"

Li Xin, who had no way to express his grievances, was so anxious that he was sweating all over, but his whole body, even his tongue, was numb. Not to mention speaking, he couldn't even look at Zi'an and Mu Xuanzi for help.

"General, your pulse is steady and regular, and every beat is like the roar of a war drum. You don't sound like someone who is seriously ill. Could it be that I am not well-educated?"

Doctor Magpie stroked his beard, and after completing Lu Buwei's instructions, he turned his head and looked over.

"Sir, General Jin may have damaged his internal organs. You can use this peeling knife to cut him open and take a look."

Lu Buwei just stared at the "Golden Cicada" on the bed, and seemed to be thinking about something in his mind.

"Mr. Prime Minister, this is absolutely not possible. The general may be fine, but he just caught a cold and had diarrhea. If you cut open his abdomen now, it will take more than 30 days to heal. If the three kingdoms launch an attack, the general may not be able to fight on the battlefield again."

Doctor Magpie shook his head. He could seal the numb points himself, but it was against medical ethics to open the abdomen of a healthy person.

To put it simply, this is a doctor's kindness.

To put it in a broader sense, it is even possible that this blow would lead to the defeat of the Qin State and the suffering of the people in Hangu Pass.

"Doctor Magpie, you are joking. I didn't say to cut open his belly. Just gently cut two or three inches. Who knows, our general may have a different physique from ordinary people and be able to get out of bed and go to the battlefield to kill the enemy right away!"

Lu Buwei's understatement frightened Li Xin, who was unable to move on the bed.

On that day, Tang Qianyan specifically instructed before leaving that he must not go out to kill the enemy. After all, if he got stabbed, the thousand human skins would be destroyed, and his identity as a fake Jin Chan would be exposed.

"Mr. Prime Minister, if you want to see whether your internal organs have been eroded, a two- or three-inch wound is not enough. There is no point in doing this!"

Seeing Doctor Magpie shaking his head repeatedly, Lu Buwei was too lazy to continue talking nonsense. He simply picked up the peeling knife on the table and prepared to cut Li Xin's belly.

And just as the peeling knife was raised and ready to fall.

Zi'an and Mu Xuanzi in the back looked at each other, then looked at Lu Buwei.

As if he had made some kind of decision, he placed his hand on the hilt of the sword without hesitation and quietly pulled out the sharp blade at his waist half an inch.

(End of this chapter)