Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 4 You still say you're not a zombie?

Lin Jiang discovered that his resurrected body seemed to have some other differences.

For example, at this moment, the wind carries a subtle sound that penetrates his eardrums, making it clear and distinct to him.

If it weren't for his extraordinary hearing, he really wouldn't have been able to detect the intruder.

Looking up, atop the towering wall stood a man dressed in black, his figure burly, but his exposed eyes were sharp, and the curved knife in his hand gleamed coldly, exuding a menacing aura!

Needless to say, anyone could tell from this posture that they were here to kill!

He leaped down from the high wall, brandishing his knife, and charged towards Lin Jiang.

He moved too fast, and Lin Jiang had never learned any martial arts techniques, so he panicked for a moment and didn't know whether to fight or run.

"What's that loud noise?"

A head peeked out from the courtyard. Gong Xuan had just finished admiring the silver and still had a smile on his face.

When he saw this scene in the courtyard, the Taoist priest was also terrified:
"Damn it! Someone's trying to kill the God of Wealth!"

He reached directly into his waist pouch and flicked his fingers to pull out several talismans.

After seeing that there were outsiders nearby, the man in black became even more ruthless, his blade whistling as he slashed vertically down at Lin Jiang's head.

The blade was fast and fierce, with immense force; even the best martial artists in the world probably couldn't withstand more than two blows from it.

Faced with the oncoming blade, Lin Jiang felt he couldn't dodge to the left or retreat, so he could only grit his teeth and lean back.

But he was still a step too slow in reacting.

The large knife landed squarely on the top of his head.

"Young Master Lin!"

Before Gongxuan could even release his talisman, he could only watch helplessly as Lin Jiang was slashed like that!

His heart sank; he knew something bad had happened.

This man in black is clearly a trained assassin; his swordsmanship, capable of splitting mountains and rocks, could cleave even an iron skull in two.

Or should we chop it off vertically on the head?

Gong Xuan felt like he could already see Lin Jiang's two halves of his head burst open on the ground!

"Clang!"

Sparks fly!

Gong Xuan blinked.

spark?

Ok?
When the knife cuts into the meat, sparks fly out?

Then look at Young Master Lin, who is covering his head and retreating.

Not to mention bleeding, even the hairstyle on the top of his head wasn't messed up.

Meanwhile, the man in black was also stunned. He turned his head to look at the knife in his hand and found that there was a large nick in the long knife.

It's like trying to cut a stone with a sharp blade; the blade breaks.

Lin Jiang touched the top of his head, then looked down at his palm and found that there wasn't a single drop of blood on it.

When the knife came at him, he was prepared to die, but he didn't expect that when the knife hit his head, he felt no pain at all. It was more like being hit with a brittle wooden board.

what is this?
Lin Jiang felt his brain was overloaded, but the enemy was still in front of him, so he immediately gathered his strength and threw a punch at the man in black.

A punch that looks completely unpretentious would be easily parried by a normal villager if used by him.

However, when Lin Jiang threw this punch, even the wind in the courtyard was stirred up by his fist!

Those who are fast simply cannot react!
The man in black holding the chipped iron knife only had time to hold it horizontally in front of his chest before Lin Jiang's fist collided with the blade.

The blade, as if tearing a piece of paper, snapped in two, and the fist landed directly on the chest.

The bones collapsed, the chest cavity caved inward, and the spine on the back caved outward in a large circle.

The man in black flew backward in a whirl and then embedded himself in the wall with a "bang".

He didn't utter a sound when he fell, and then he crashed to the ground with a thud.

Blood gradually seeped into the blue bricks.

There's no need to go over there; the person is definitely dead.

Gong Xuan ran over to Lin Jiang and carefully examined him, finding that the other man had no injuries whatsoever.

The stone slabs cracked where their feet landed, leaving a layer of dust on the ground.

That was terrifyingly powerful!
When she looked at Lin Jiang again, her gaze became increasingly strange.

It's made of steel and has immense strength, but it has no heartbeat and no breath. It looks just like a living rice dumpling crawling around on the ground!

"Young Master Lin, do you recognize that person over there? Could it be that he has a grudge against the Lin family?"

Lin Jiang approached the man he had killed, pulled down the man's mask, and an ordinary-looking face appeared in Lin Jiang's view.

Looking at the dead body, Lin Jiang felt no fear whatsoever, perhaps because he had just crawled out of a graveyard. After a moment's thought, he shook his head and said, "I don't recognize him."

The original owner had no memory of this person at all; he was certain that this was the first time he had ever seen this person's face.

That would be a problem.

Why did this person come and attack him?

He said he was fine after being stabbed, but it was clear that the man with the knife didn't know he was invulnerable and was obviously aiming to kill him. If it weren't for the fact that his body was truly special, Lin Jiang would be back in his coffin by now.

Unfortunately, he hadn't expected his strength to become so great that he could kill someone with a single punch. Otherwise, he would have definitely held back, sparing the man's life to extract some information from him. Even so, Lin Jiang had some guesses in his mind.

Some time ago, almost all the living members of the Lin family died. At the time, it was said to be a plague, but now that I think about it carefully, it feels very strange.

If it was truly an illness, why did this family, a lineage of doctors, perish first, while everyone else in the county was unharmed?

Suddenly, the box in my arms felt heavier than before.

Could the old man have really gone to Heaven to steal peaches of immortality...?

Lin Jiang sighed deeply.

He was about to push himself up from the ground when he suddenly felt a wave of weakness and soreness throughout his body.

He suddenly lost his balance and collapsed.

If it weren't for Gong Xuan's quick reflexes and immediate support, Lin Jiang estimated that he might have collapsed.

Even so, he felt completely exhausted and extremely uncomfortable.

"What am I?"

Lin Jiang raised his hand and glanced at it, only to find that the blood on his hand was rapidly fading.

Gong Xuan also noticed this, and he immediately extended two fingers and placed them on Lin Jiang's wrist.

Gongxuan quickly discovered the problem.

Lin Jiang was running out of strength.

That punch was so powerful, yet it felt like it emptied his body.

Young Master Lin did not cultivate any Taoist arts; he relied entirely on his brute strength, so naturally his stamina was insufficient.

After a moment's hesitation, a hint of heartache appeared on Gong Xuan's face, but he still took out a gourd from his bosom and carefully poured out two red pills.

It was delivered directly to Lin Jiang's mouth.

Lin Jiang didn't know what these were, but he wasn't thinking about anything else at the moment, so he swallowed the two pills into his mouth.

The little red bead instantly transformed into a warm current, flowing directly into Lin Jiang's body.

The exhaustion immediately subsided.

After regaining his footing, Lin Jiang sincerely bowed to Gong Xuan, who waved his hand dismissively.

"Just give me a few more taels of silver later."

"Does the Taoist priest know why my body is like this?" Lin Jiang asked.

"Take your own pulse."

Lin Jiang reached out and probed, his expression immediately becoming quite interesting.

Gong Xuan sighed:

“Young Master Lin, there is a square inch in the chest, also called the spirit platform, which is the head of the organs. The heart should beat non-stop every day, 998,100 times, but your heart… has stopped.”

"Does the Taoist priest have a solution?" Lin Jiang's gaze involuntarily fell on the bottle in Gong Xuan's hand: "Keep taking this medicine?"

"It's a Qi-replenishing pill, made from precious medicinal herbs. Actually, you can also replenish it by eating and drinking a lot, but that's not a long-term solution..."

Gong Xuan pondered for a moment:

"There is indeed a way."

"please say."

“Cultivation,” Gong Xuan said, “The human body is incredibly wondrous. Once you enter the gate and begin cultivation, you can continuously raise your innate Qi and embark on the path of cultivation. When your cultivation reaches a certain level, you can nourish your body on your own using Qi.”

A look of realization dawned on Lin Jiang's face.

According to the original owner's memories, he knew that there was a martial arts world, a court, and talented people here. He was originally interested in these things and planned to learn skills after things came to a close. He never expected that it would start in this way.

"I wonder if you could teach me, Master?"

Gong Xuan fell silent.

"Money is not a problem."

“It’s not about the money.” Gong Xuan smiled wryly. “The profession I’m learning isn’t exactly a good one. If I were to introduce you to it, it would be like I’m harming you.”

"what?"

Gong Xuan explained:
"To enter our school, you need to draw a character. I will prepare three slips of paper, each with the characters 'poverty,' 'orphan,' and 'premature death' written on it. If you want to learn my method, you need to randomly draw one of them. That character indicates your fate."

"He is so poor that even if he takes silver, he probably won't be able to save it for long."

"I am a lonely person, I can never keep my family and friends by my side, I am always walking alone on the road."

"It's too late... Life is full of hardships, and it's hard to live past twenty."

hiss!
I haven't seen many benefits from entering this field; instead, it has added some twists and turns to my life.

Look at Gong Xuan like this...

It's like drawing the word "poverty" when you're drawing a character.
So what to do now?
Are we just going to rely on eating and drinking to tide us over?

Gong Xuanming pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead:
"I remember there's someone who lives in the mountains; they might be able to help you!"

"Who?"

"Go find a red string first, and I'll tell you all about it on the way."

(End of this chapter)