Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 102 Seeking a Cure
Lin Jiang rubbed his chin.

This tin-skinned guy only got this idea after seeing how he saved Gong Xuan last time.

"Tell me carefully."

Tin Man knew there was hope from that tone, and quickly replied:
“I have a brother who is very capable, but he was ambushed and suffered a hidden injury in his early years. Over the years, this injury has become a life-threatening shackle, shortening his lifespan and hindering his cultivation.”

"Seeing that you saved the drunkard, I would like to ask if this method can heal hidden injuries?"

Lin Jiang: "..."

You ask me, who am I asking?

How would I know if my method could be used to treat hidden injuries? I've never even tried this before!
Saving Gongxuan was a desperate measure, a last-ditch effort.

But you can't say it like that.

Lin Jiang pondered for a moment:

"You want him to touch the coffin directly?"

Lin Jiang's cultivation was all passed down through the coffin, but if someone else were to directly grasp the fragment, wouldn't that be equivalent to exposing the ability of the coffin fragment?

This topic cannot be opened.

"Absolutely not!" Tiepizi quickly explained, "Liang Huashan of the capital is skilled in painting landscapes that can capture your abilities. You can use his painting to convey your skills. Moreover, Master Liang will not show his face during the process. He will only use my superior painting. During your Qi infusion process, you will be alone. No one else will see you. It will be very safe."

Lianghua Mountain.

Master Zhao mentioned the master painter who specializes in painting. I will pay him a visit when I go to the capital to ask if he knows the female painter who did the eye-dotting for the ginseng.

However, Lin Jiang really didn't expect that Tiepizi would be able to contact this master of the Star Pointing Technique.

“Senior, this matter is of great importance to me. The brother I mentioned is my elder brother, like family to me. If you can lend a helping hand, I will go through fire and water without hesitation.”

"I don't have mountains of knives for you to climb or seas of fire for you to crawl through," Lin Jiang said after a moment's thought.
Do you know Feng'ao Mountain?

"I know, I've heard about that place often."

"Huh?" Lin Jiang blinked, not expecting that Tinplate knew these things.

"How much do you know about Feng'ao Mountain?" Since the conversation was about Feng'ao Mountain, Tiepizi first asked Lin Jiang how much he knew about the mountain.

Lin Jiangdao:
"They said they were chivalrous people who had come together to fight against corrupt officials."

"Young master, please don't believe it!" Iron Skin said repeatedly, "Feng Ao Mountain was indeed like this in the past, but it has changed a lot now."

"how do I say this?"

Since Lin Jiang asked, Tiepizi naturally didn't hold back and spoke fluently, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube:
"The officialdom in the Northwest is corrupt, and it has become even more rampant since the emperor neglected state affairs. When the people were suffering, a few tough guys emerged. They killed corrupt officials and fled to Feng'ao Mountain, where they raised a group of people and are now gradually gaining momentum."

"This is consistent with what Feng Aoshan said."

"If we stop here, we are indeed a chivalrous hall, but how can such a force not attract the covetous eyes of wolves and jackals?"

Tin Man's voice deepened:

“There are some officials in the court who have always been unpopular and have been assigned to remote and difficult areas. They think Feng'ao Mountain is an opportunity, so they spend money to invest in the mountain and raise more troops. Once they have grown in strength, they will serve the general and exchange their bandit skins for official robes. In this way, they can be promoted and ennobled in another way.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiang scratched his head.

That name sounds familiar.

This tactic sounds so familiar.

"After these officials entered the mountains, they first poisoned the leaders of the uprising, and then seized power. The virtuous and aloof members of the old Feng'ao Mountain faction left, leaving behind those shallow-minded people who had been corrupted by money and wealth. Where were they now as chivalrous heroes?"

"To do good is like climbing a cliff, to fall into evil is like rolling a boulder," Lin Jiang remarked.

"Exactly," Tiepizi sighed. "These days, bandits claim to be acting on behalf of Heaven, but in reality, they've long been consumed by wine, women, and greed. Who would be willing to eat cornbread and drink cold water again?"

"Can they deposit the money now?"

"The General's Mansion has sent people to make contact with them. Once things settle down, Feng Aoshan will become a regular army."

After saying all this, Tin Man sighed:

"This matter caused quite a stir in the capital, and the civil officials were very harsh in their criticism, which I heard about in detail."

No wonder Feng'ao Mountain hides six heavens.

The power struggles in officialdom gave rise to this enormous den of bandits.

Are there still any officials near Feng'ao Mountain?

"Yes, even if the local officials were killed, the imperial court still had to send people over. Unfortunately, the northwest side is too far away, and the general is interfering. The civil officials really couldn't use much of their strength, so they could only send a spineless person over there to guard the place while also monitoring Feng'ao Mountain."

"I see."

Lin Jiang's mind was already filled with many ideas about Feng Ao Mountain.

"There's a delicate balance in the area right now. Bandits occupy one side, officials occupy another, and the local people are caught in the middle. They're not exactly suffering terribly, but they're not living a very comfortable life either." After reading this, Tiepizi turned and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask about Feng'ao Mountain, senior?"

“I passed through a certain area a couple of days ago. There were bandits there, all acting on the orders of Feng Aoshan.”

"This..." Ironhide had never heard of this before. He originally thought that Feng'ao Mountain was mostly causing trouble in the northwest, but he did not expect that this group of people had actually spread their reach to other places.

“After seeing the situation in that area, I was very unhappy. Knowing that the mastermind behind it all was this bandit mountain, I thought that if I had the chance, I would give Feng Aoshan a good whack on the head.”

"hiss!"

Lin Jiang looked through the coffin and saw that Tiepizi's features were all scrunched up, and his once young face had become twisted. "This matter is probably not so easy to handle..." Tiepizi thought for a while: "Although there are people in the court who are dissatisfied with the General, the Northwest is far away and the sky is high. If we send troops to besiege it, it may force the General to personally intervene. At that time, this mountain will be even more difficult to take."

Lin Jiang hesitated at first, but then he saw the young man outside the coffin stroking his chin, his eyes growing increasingly sharp.

After a moment, he said:

"Perhaps... this junior can indeed lend a helping hand to the senior."

"please say."

“It’s not realistic to send troops directly from the capital, but the Zhu Nian Si can persuade some powerful figures in the capital to send some capable people to Feng Ao Mountain. The number of people doesn’t need to be large, but they can be highly skilled. As long as they can deal with the bandit leader of Feng Ao Mountain, the remaining scattered troops will collapse on their own.”

"Beheading?"

“That’s right, it’s decapitation.” Ironhide had sorted out his thoughts: “If we can knock out the general’s teeth, there will definitely be many people in the capital who will be willing to do it. And I have some influence in the Forging Department, so I can also bring some magic weapons to support him.”

“Then let’s do it this way,” Lin Jiang said. “I will do my best to help you heal your elder brother. In return, you can help me search for clues about Feng Ao Mountain so we can work together to deal with it. Is that alright?”

"Senior, don't worry."

Upon hearing that the deal was made, Tiepizi perked up immediately. "If you can cure my brother, I can get some seniors from the Casting Division to help. If they are willing to step in, the Feng Ao Mountain matter can probably be resolved."

"Alright." Lin Jiang nodded: "I'll transfer a bit of Qi to you first. Go and try it. If it works, we'll discuss a strategy to break through the stronghold."

"Thank you very much, Senior Young Master!"

The man in the tin can hurriedly went to retrieve the portrait that could store Qi, and soon his voice rang out again:
"Young Master, I am ready."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiangyi no longer hesitated. He directly aimed at the coffin where the iron sheet was, mobilized his dantian, gathered his qi, and blew it in that direction.

……

In a stone chamber in the capital, Tiepizi Guan Yan opened his eyes.

He immediately removed the painting that was covering the fragments of the coffin.

I held it in my hand and examined it closely.

This painting depicts mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, all rendered with ink dots. It is one of the treasures cast by Liang Huashan and can store one's Qi within it. Depending on the type of Qi the caster possesses, the colors displayed on the entire scroll will vary significantly.

The golden aura of war stains the mountains and rivers with gold, while the burning breath of the Casting Department ignites the peaks and ridges.

When Guan Yan saw the image in his hand, he couldn't help but immediately praise it:
"So beautiful!"

At this moment, the palm of my hand reveals a thousand verdant mountains, peach blossoms and plum blossoms spreading across the streams, and even the air is filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Even without releasing the Qi within, simply viewing the entire painting as a beautiful masterpiece is already excellent enough.

Guan Yan immediately suppressed his desire to admire the painting, hurriedly got up, and ran out of the stone chamber.

The sound of boot heels echoed through the deep corridor, and by the time the city walls came into view, the hustle and bustle of the marketplace filled the air.

Camel bells jingled as they rolled over the bluestone, guests from the Western Regions peddled rare incense, embroidered sedan chairs and beaded curtains reflected the young men in brocade robes, and tea banners and wine flags fluttered in the breeze, a scene of the capital's elegance.

He had no interest in admiring the beautiful scenery on the street, and walked through the streets and alleys without looking to the side.

In a short while, they arrived at a mansion with thick gates and a large courtyard.

Entering through the gate, a wave of heat, accompanied by the sounds of arguing, hits you.

"Your technique is wrong. If you continue refining it like this, this treasure will never develop sentience."

"You dare criticize my new method of refining the Dharma Wheel?"

"See my hammer? The hammer's run away again."

"Could it be that you went to a brothel again?"

"Damn it, they stole my money again!"

When everyone saw Guan Yan arrive, their expressions froze, except for two or three who exchanged pleasantries with smiles.

Guan Yan politely stepped aside to avoid it.

He whispered a few words to a passerby, then whispered a few words to a young man, and finally found the person he was looking for in a side room.

On a square table in a secluded room, precious materials were laid out, and a man examined them one by one with a round, intricately crafted measuring instrument.

With each tap, the round-headed hammer would recite a poem:
"Pass."

"Useless."

"Which bastard submitted this inferior goods?!"

The man had no beard and looked to be only about thirty years old. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, but had two very deep nasolabial folds on his face.

Yet his charisma remained undiminished; wherever he went, he always drew attention from those around him.

"Big brother."

Guan Yan murmured.

The man then stopped what he was doing, turned to look at Guan Yan, and smiled:
"You've finally made it back, why don't you get some rest?"

This man's surname is Gao, given name Baorui, courtesy name Duanzhi. He is the chief steward of the Casting Department in the capital. At a young age, he has already reached the sixth level of cultivation. If it weren't for his injuries, he would probably have been able to attain the Star Pointing Realm before the age of forty-five. He is a top genius in the capital.

"Brother." Guan Yan took out a scroll from his arms. "I've come to deliver medicine to you."

(End of this chapter)