Collapse Iron: What does it mean to broaden the fate of four people in one sentence?

His voice was calm, as if he were recounting a long and distant history.

"But being unable to refuse does not mean that one cannot 'restrain' oneself."

Lin Si nodded.

"So, this criminal wants to spread the word about 'immortality'?"

Jing Yuan nodded.

"That's true. But they want more than just to spread immortality."

He paused for a moment,

"The Demonic Yin Body is the destiny of the immortal beings on the Immortal Ship. Those people want to control the Demonic Yin Body."

Lin Si was somewhat puzzled upon hearing this.

"Can the demonic body still be controlled?"

The demonic body leads to the destruction of the six realms and the loss of all human relationships.

Throughout the history of the Immortal Ship, countless people have been executed or imprisoned in the Ten Kings' Division because of their demonic possession.

This is essentially the ultimate fate of every Xianzhou person—not just "basically," but "all."

Living too long, memories pile up like mountains, emotions are worn away, and in the end, all six senses are destroyed, turning one into a monster with only a shell left.

Like a knife hanging over your head, you never know when it will fall.

"The demonic body cannot be controlled."

Jingyuan's voice was very soft.

"Even if it could be controlled, it would still lead to the same predicament as Fengrao's wicked creature."

He looked at Lin Si with a calm gaze.

"Pharmacists never refuse people's requests. But once the plague spreads, it will be a near-unsolvable disaster for any force in the world."

Because the Immortal Ship had experienced it, it understood the price.

The will of the Immortal Boat was not merely to slay the monstrous Fengrao and prevent the plague from spreading, but also to restrain itself, restrain others, and restrain the Pharmacist.

Lin thought for a moment.

"This sounds like order?"

Jing Yuan nodded.

Perhaps.

Lin Si's brows furrowed slightly.

He was thinking about a question, a question he had been pondering ever since he heard that "there are criminals in Changletian".

"General, there is something I'm not sure if I should say."

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"What is it? Speak."

“I think these criminals can use the promise of treating my legs to lure me into joining them.”

Lin Si's voice was neither hurried nor slow.

"Could there be other excuses to attract people from the Wisdom Clan to join? After all, the issue of the Wisdom Clan's continuation is something that every member of the Immortal Ship is well aware of."

Jing Yuan was stunned upon hearing this.

He looked at Lin Si, his gaze lingering on her calm face for a while, before a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Oh? Why did you think of that?"

Lin Si pondered for a moment and organized her thoughts.

“I previously speculated that those criminals might be related to the Dan Ding Si. And the Chi Ming Clan has always been close to the people of the Dan Ding Si.”

He spoke slowly, each word seeming to have been rehearsed in his mind several times before he uttered it.

“Those criminals will certainly not let go of this powerful force that is not under your control.”

Jing Yuan burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Laughter echoed in the study. He looked at Lin Si with incredibly gentle eyes, as if he were looking at a piece of jade that had been hidden for a long time and was finally revealing its brilliance.

"That's right, that's true."

He stopped laughing, and his voice returned to calm.

"However, the Vidyadhara clan is indeed not under my jurisdiction, so there is nothing I can do about them."

Lin Si remained silent for a moment.

There's no way around it. Even though Chiming is not under the general's jurisdiction, and Longzun is nominally 'equal' to the general, he is still the general's 'subordinate' no matter what.

After all, the general is in charge of the entire immortal ship, while the Chiming are just one group within the immortal ship.

However, given General Jingyuan's methods, he probably won't go too far.

Using the word "play" might be a little inappropriate, but that's the gist of it.

The Ming Dynasty and the Immortal Ship have coexisted for ten thousand years. Perhaps the general also wants to take this opportunity to bring their continuation issues to the forefront and let the alliance brainstorm solutions for them.

However, among the Seven Heavenly Generals, there is one general who belongs to the Vidyadhara clan.

The general from that Ming clan didn't even bring the problem to light, so why is General Jingyuan bothered by it?

Lin didn't understand.

Jingyuan smiled when he saw him deep in thought.

"Xiao Linzi, Yao Qing and Zhu Ming's men have arrived."

His tone was casual.

"Come and meet them tomorrow."

Lin Si nodded.

"Row."

He pushed the golden wheelchair around and walked out. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned back.

"General."

"Ok?"

"Regarding the Vidyadhara clan... are you confident?"

Jing Yuan looked at him and remained silent for a moment. Then he smiled, a very soft but genuine smile.

Whether we're confident or not, we have to do it.

His voice was very calm.

"Some things are not done because we are confident, but because we must do them."

Lin Si looked into his eyes for a long time. Then he nodded, pushed his wheelchair, and went out the door.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, falling on him and making his white hair shine.

The wheelchair continued to roll forward.

Behind him, in the study of the Shence Mansion, Jing Yuan sat behind his desk, holding the note in his hand, watching Lin Si's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, a slight smile on his lips.

"This kid..."

He muttered something under his breath, then put the note away and picked up the unfinished document again.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his white hair.

His hair was also white, but it was different from Lin Si's white.

His whiteness is the whiteness of time, the whiteness of eight hundred years of wind and frost; Lin Si's whiteness is a different kind of whiteness.

Jingyuan looked at the document for a long time, but didn't write a single word in its approval.

He sighed, put down his pen, and leaned back in his chair.

He murmured softly.

"The Vidyadhara clan..."

He sighed.

"Danfeng..."

Chapter 90: The Bluebird's Thirty-Handed Wins

As Lin Si pushed the golden wheelchair out of the General's Mansion gate, her cell phone vibrated in her pocket.

He took it out and almost threw it away.

The Immortal Ship's Number One Assassin: "Where are you? Are you on the Immortal Ship?"

Holy crap, the number one killer on the Immortal Ship!

Lin Si's finger hovered above the screen, and she remained stunned for a while.

He quickly clicked on the profile picture of "Xianzhou's Number One Assassin," and sure enough, there was no information, no signature, no Moments, and even the profile picture was a default gray icon.

It was spotless, like a piece of white paper that had just been unsealed.

However, when he glanced back at the General's Mansion behind him, he saw that the Cloud Cavalry were still on guard at the gate, which reassured him somewhat.

What could possibly happen at the entrance of the General's Mansion?

He took a deep breath and started typing.

Demon King: "Who are you, you scoundrel? State your name!"

There was a moment of silence on the other side.

The Immortal Ship's Number One Assassin: "...You logged into the wrong account, wait a moment."

Lin Si stared at the screen, her lips twitching. Wrong account? Is this even possible?

He was about to ask a couple more questions when there was silence on the other end. Less than two seconds later, his phone vibrated again.

This time it's a different account.

Silver Wolf: "Now you know?"

Lin Si's fingers froze.

He stared at that familiar nickname, remaining silent for a long time. Then his fingers began to tremble, not from fear, but from anger.

Demon King: "Dude, what does 'number one assassin of the Immortal Ship' mean?"

Silver Wolf: "Literal meaning, what's wrong?"

Lin Si took a deep breath, then another.

Demon King: "...Nothing much, but you're amazing. Are you from the Immortal Ship?"

Silver Wolf: "If you want, I can be."

Lin Si remained silent for a moment.

Silver Wolf: "I'm going to Luofu Immortal Ship in the next couple of days, so you should get ready."

Lin Si's lips curled into a slight smile.

He leaned back in the golden wheelchair, holding his phone in both hands, and began typing.

Demon King: "Okay, bro, no problem. Do you have any dietary restrictions? I'll host a few tables to welcome you back."

Silver Wolf: "Sure, I don't have any dietary restrictions. But I like it a little sweet."

Demon King: "Sure, no problem! I'll treat you to some of the Immortal Boat's specialties then!"

Silver Wolf: "Satisfied nodding emoji"

Then Silver Wolf's avatar went dark. Lin Si stared at the chat box, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Not from the Celestial Ship?"