Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 103 Who possesses such medical skills!
Gao Baorui looked at Guan Yan and sighed softly.

He still remembers digging the half-dead young man out of the ruins. So many years have passed, and the young man from back then has grown up to be like this.

And how could Gao Baorui not know that Guan Yan cared about himself?
More than six years have passed since Guan Yan was injured. During this time, he has been running around every day, putting in a lot of effort. Some time ago, he heard about a relic of an immortal, so he took some brothers to that place, hoping to obtain the immortal's abilities to heal his injuries and cure his illness.

Unexpectedly, this triggered the protective measures within the ruins, and a dragon-severing stone cut off their escape route, nearly trapping them to death inside.

There were seven people who went together, but only four came back.

It was precisely because of this incident that Guan Yan's once-thriving reputation within the Casting Department suffered a setback.

Gao Baorui saw all of this and kept it in mind. He knew he couldn't let Guan Yan continue to cause trouble like this, otherwise sooner or later Guan Yan would lose his life because of this.

"Guan Yan, I'm fine, there's no need to worry so much."

Gao Baorui reached out and patted Guan Yan on the shoulder to comfort him, which made Guan Yan a little anxious, and his face turned red.

"Brother, this might actually work this time!"

He hurriedly unfurled the scroll and showed it to Gao Baorui.

Gao Baorui didn't care at first, but when his gaze swept over the painting, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

On the plain silk, verdant spring mountains and drifting clouds seemed to float on the paper, as if the entire essence of spring was painted on the scroll, so bright that one could hardly open their eyes.

Gao Baorui recognized the scroll, knew it was a treasure of Liang Huashan, and also knew its medicinal properties.

How could the energy in the painting be so vibrant? Whose hand is this?

"Where did you come from?

"A scroll painting? I specifically went to borrow it from Master Liang..."

"Xiao Guan, don't try to fool me. I'm asking where the Qi in this scroll comes from?"

"Didn't we go to that immortal's residence before? There were some Qi-gathering techniques there, which I learned. After coming back, I tried them out and found that they were extremely effective."

Guan Yan spoke fluently and without hesitation, making up a whole bunch of nonsense without stammering at all.

The eldest son was unwilling to expose his coffin, so Guan Yan thought of a lie for a long time and finally simply pushed everything into the stone cave that the Dragon-Slaying Stone had already pressed down.

Anyway, if you want to investigate, you have to go to Qingniwa, either open the Duanlong Stone or go in through the hole that Bu Suanzi dug out back then, which is extremely difficult.

Gao Baorui stared at Guan Yan for a couple of seconds.

Guan Yan remained unmoved.

"Hey, you little rascal."

Gao Baorui sighed helplessly, laid the scroll flat on the table, and then pressed his hand down on it.

Circulate your Qi and slowly connect with the elements in the painting.

Even though the painting was so magnificent and the Qi within it so precious, Gao Baorui didn't actually believe that the abilities within the painting could help him.

Over the course of six years, he has tried no fewer than a hundred kinds of miraculous medicines. Now, as soon as he swallows a pill, he can tell you exactly what ingredients it contains just by smacking his tongue.

Even the most skilled doctors shook their heads when they saw him, saying that unless they found the legendary pharmacist from the capital, there was no way to save him.

How could mere spiritual energy within a painting defy fate and change destiny?

But he couldn't refuse Guan Yan's kindness after all.

It's impossible to obtain Qi from somewhere else; it must have been obtained through some form of exchange.

The Qi slowly surged into the painting, and Gao Baorui's divine sense quickly made contact with the inside of the painting.

He suddenly felt a daze, as if he saw a soft, warm light.

Behind the green, glass-like screen, the spring breeze, carrying the fragrance of herbs, surged in.

This vitality flows from top to bottom, from the palm to the dantian, and then from the dantian into the dantian.

It flowed directly into the sore in his dantian!

Before Gao Baorui could react, the acne that had plagued him for many years began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Gao Baorui's expression was as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

This injury was left six years ago when he dealt with a rather troublesome evil person. As long as that evil person is still alive, this sore will remain in his dantian, and it will be difficult to cure no matter what medicine is used.

But today, without taking a pulse or taking medicine, a wisp of Qi appeared out of nowhere, and the long-dormant injuries began to heal!

The flowing colors on the scroll vanished in the blink of an eye, drifting away with the wind, and the entire scroll returned to its original ink painting. Gao Baorui raised his palm in a daze, looking at his palm, his thoughts a jumble of conflicting ideas.

It took Guan Yan calling his name several times in his ear to finally pull Gao Baorui back to reality:

"Big brother, big brother? How is it?"

Gao Baorui was about to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a wisp of green smoke fell to the ground.

There was some soil between the floorboards of this stone chamber. After being contaminated by this life force, it caused plants to sprout from the soil and stones to rise from the ground.

Gao Baorui subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand, hurriedly searched the room, and finally found a clean place. He sat down on the floor and began to regulate his breathing.

Seeing this, a small hammer suddenly appeared out of thin air and gently tapped Gao Baorui on the forehead.

A few smacking sounds came from the small hammer:
"Hidden injuries healed again! Amazing! Young man Guan! The Qi you transferred is really useful!"

"Really! I'll go ask...and get some more." Guan Yan was overjoyed, his eyes reddened, and he choked up a little.

"Impulsive brat, what's the rush!" Little Hammer also tapped Guan Yan on the head, but this time it wasn't to use his cultivation to check his physical condition, but a genuine lesson: "Your older brother's old injuries are lingering, how can they be cured in one go? Healing Qi is good, but it's also the most intense and domineering. If you just pour it in haphazardly, it might backfire!"

"I was too anxious, too anxious." Guan Yan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes forcefully.

It really worked! It really saved my older brother!
Good thing, good thing!

“Guan boy, tell me the truth, where did you get this Qi from?”

Guan Yan stiffened his neck and said, "I learned it recently."

"You boy!"

The hammer chased after Guan Yan, who then began running all over the room.

"Hey Hammer! My brother's in seclusion!"

"Oh yes."

So the hammer tried to gently tap Guan Yan's head, and Guan Yan tiptoed away quickly.

After a while, Hammer finally subdued Guan Yan:

"I won't ask you about the origin of this method, but you have to tell me the price. There's no such thing as a free lunch, so there's no need for you to deceive me in this matter."

Guan Yan straightened his clothes and said seriously:

"Is such that……"

……

Xingyuan City, on the border of Jianzhou.

Although Jianzhou is a large city like Yuxiang and Hanbai, it has fewer waterways and its trade routes are not as extensive as those of Yuxiang, so it is less prosperous.

At noon, the three of them walked through the dusty streets and casually chose a noodle shop with braised pork to sit down.

The so-called "studded meat noodles" require taking square pieces of braised meat and slicing them diagonally into the bowl. Inserting them horizontally is called "burying," which allows the aroma of the meat to permeate the soup base. Inserting them diagonally is called "showing," which adds a touch of elegance to the soup. However, it is taboo to insert them vertically, as it resembles a tombstone.

Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, they are very particular about it.

Chen Dajiang and Manager Liu each ate only one bowl, while Lin Jiang ate three bowls and secretly gave one to Xiaoshan Shen. Although Xiaoshan Shen couldn't taste the flavor, she was very willing to chew the noodles. Xiaoshan Shen herself said that the noodles tasted better than the demon core.

The carriage rolled through the wheat fields on the outskirts of town and finally came into view a merchant house standing outside the town.

The shop was bustling with carriages and horses, all of them merchants and laborers coming to the head office to pick up goods.

This place specializes in receiving and reselling goods from Chongqing. To save on the high land rent in the city, they simply rent small plots of land in the suburbs and build houses among the fields. In this way, they can save money and have space.

Although it's a branch of the water industry and not very large, it's a vital part of the business, so we need to send people here to keep an eye on it from time to time.

Manager Liu got out of the carriage first, and a moment later, more than ten people lined up to greet him. The leader was a woman with a nearly square figure who shuffled forward with her round body to offer a curtsy.

"The master sent word half a month ago that the young master was coming. We've been waiting for you!"

The woman looked up at Lin Jiang as he stepped down from the carriage, and her eyes widened when she saw his face.

Her once bold and unrestrained posture instantly became coy and effeminate; one hand clutched the hem of her skirt, the other held a handkerchief, and she faced Lin Jiang with a thousand alluring gestures.

"Everyone says the young master is handsome, but seeing him today, he's simply too handsome."

Manager Liu cleared his throat and asked, "Manager Guang, the young master wishes to stay the night. Are there any rooms available?"

"Yes! We've already prepared three superior rooms!"

The plump woman seemed to awaken from a dream and hurriedly led everyone inside.

Everyone else was led by a waiter, but Lin Jiang was personally led by Manager Guang.

"Has the young master ever traveled to Xingyuan?"

"New here."

"You must stay a few more days. The scenery here is good for you, and the girls are even more pleasing to the eye." After saying that, he swept his eyes across her, but Lin Jiang just smiled and didn't say anything.

The side room was indeed of superior quality, with a blue gauze curtain and a rosewood couch, and an antique shelf adorned with a gilded incense burner, exuding elegance.

Manager Guang gave a few more instructions, waved his handkerchief, and left. Lin Jiang sat on the bed for a while before beginning to sense things through his inner vision.

In the void, he caught sight of the coffin located on the Cloud-Stepping Pavilion. Lin Jiang sensed that if he reached out and touched the coffin, he would instantly cross the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas and appear directly inside the coffin.

However, to avoid the entire market running around frantically searching for him, Lin Jiang suppressed his urge to try.

Let's find the next coffin first.

This way, even if you teleport away, you can teleport back directly.

Composing himself, Lin Jiang was about to end his internal observation when suddenly he felt someone tug at his clothes.

He subconsciously looked down and realized that a little golden figure had somehow appeared beside him.

The little golden figure tugged at Lin Jiang's clothes, its short, chubby finger pointing intently to the east corridor of the main hall.

"Where do you want me to go?"

The little golden figure nodded.

Lin Jiang's curiosity was piqued, and he followed the golden figure in that direction.

Finally, he arrived at the east corridor of the palace.

The east corridor had now been completely cleared, and a slow, leisurely path led into the depths.

The little golden men have fixed this road!

(End of this chapter)