Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

If someone is right under your nose, at least they're easier to find. Although Lin Mu is no simple man, what good is personal strength in the face of a great calamity?

"You've gone to so much trouble, Celestial Venerable." The Empress put down her teacup and smiled. "However, this person is still inexperienced. I would like to send him to the Royal Martial Arts Academy for a period of time to hone his character. When the time is right, I will ask you for guidance, Celestial Venerable."

The Celestial Venerable glanced at her but said nothing more.

He had lived for nearly two hundred years. Although he didn't know what this girl was planning, he knew one thing: don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and when you get old, you have to learn to keep quiet.

He stroked his beard and nodded.

"Alright."

But the Celestial Venerable was clearly not giving up, and suddenly spoke up again: "Your Majesty, since this skeleton is so extraordinary, why not let him demonstrate his ability to combine on the spot? This humble Taoist would also like to broaden his horizons."

The Empress's fingers paused for a moment.

She was also curious and wanted to know what the "fusion" Yang Xiong was talking about actually looked like.

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

This ability to combine is something that even the Heavenly Venerable has never seen, and it is not recorded in ancient books. If he sees it and thinks it is indeed extraordinary, and insists on taking the person away, how can we stop him?

She couldn't completely disregard his feelings.

The best way is to not let him see it, suppressing both his and your own curiosity.

"Grandpa Tianzun must be tired from lecturing at the martial arts school these past few days. We're setting off for Bai Ri Men tomorrow, so take a rest." The Empress stood up, smiling as she took Tianzun's arm and half-pulled him towards the inner hall. "There will be plenty of opportunities to demonstrate later."

The Celestial Venerable was pulled a few steps by her. He glanced back at the direction of the main hall, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything more.

The Empress pulled the Celestial Venerable back into the inner palace.

Yang Xiong followed behind, his hands hanging down, waiting for a reply.

The Empress turned around, stopped in front of him, and glanced down at him. The candlelight flickered behind her, casting a long, pale shadow onto the gold bricks.

"I'm giving you a day off to go home and visit your family."

The Empress's voice wasn't loud, but every word carried weight: "Then, return to Fengmo as soon as possible and break through the secret passage. Don't repeat the mistakes of the past. You understand the consequences."

Yang Xiong knelt down with a thud, his forehead covered with gold bricks, and remained motionless.

"Your subject obeys the decree." His voice was somewhat hoarse.

……

Level B, second floor of the mining area.

Lin Mu leaned against the wall, watching the skeleton hand wielding the Dragon Slayer Sword, which was enveloped in white light, and slashing with the figure-eight technique, cutting swiftly, one strike after another.

-278, -193, 301...

The Corpse King's chains swung with a clanging sound, sending shards of stone flying as they hit the ground. But the skeleton's skills were far superior to when it first arrived at the Demon Sealing Hall. It moved with fluid grace, dodging and blocking, and the Corpse King's chains couldn't even touch the hem of its clothes.

Lin Mu only applied the red poison, then hid behind the wall and watched.

Anyway, the skeletons are faster to kill.

The Corpse King, with 32000 HP, saw its health bar slowly drop, from full to half, and from half to near death.

With the final strike, a flash of white light appeared, and the Corpse King's massive body crashed to the ground, its chains clattering as they scattered.

Experience gained: 3000

Lin Mu walked over, squatted down, and began to examine the corpse.

Lying in the ashes were 20 gold coins, a skill book, and a bluish-green bottle.

He picked it up and looked at it.

"Binding Demon Spell" is a Taoist skill that requires level 28.

Unfortunately, my level is not high enough.

The next item is blessing oil.

I flipped through it again, and it was gone.

It has been almost a day and a night since we arrived.

Guided by the skeleton, they managed to defeat quite a few scattered zombie kings.

Besides this "Binding Spell," there are also "Hellfire Lightning," "Holy Word," and many other skill books I don't need. I used four bottles of Blessing Oil and 300 gold coins.

But I still haven't gotten the Memory Bracelet.

During this time, he also went to the eastern part of the mining area and took a look from afar. The group of Jinwu Guards were still there, with tents set up, torches lit, and figures moving about. They showed no sign of leaving.

It seems there's no chance at the Corpse King's Palace. The drop rate for the Memory Bracelet is also very low. We need to think of other ways.

Now that we've defeated all the scattered zombie kings, it's time to head back.

Lin Mu stood up from the wall and first removed the equipment from the skeleton piece by piece, storing it into his Qiankun bag.

The skeleton stood naked against the wall, the flames in its eye sockets flickering. It looked down at its bare skeleton, then looked up at the Qiankun bag in Lin Mu's hand. Its joints cracked twice, as if it was reluctant to take it off.

After all, without the equipment, it doesn't look as imposing.

Lin Mu ignored it, patted its shoulder blade, then changed into the Memory Set and Teleportation Ring. With a thought, the previously dim text in his mind lit up:

[1. Beech Province, 71820/36627]

【2. Demon Sealed Palace, 1867/1578】.

A thought arose.

"Teleport".

A prompt appeared in my mind: 【Please select teleport coordinates】

He chose "1".

With a "whoosh," a flash of white light appeared, and the mine in front of us transformed into the entrance to the Beech Mine.

Just then, two young men on horseback arrived, reined in their horses, and stared at Lin Mu, who had suddenly appeared.

One of them nudged the other and whispered, "They're really rich. They had a veteran teleport them over directly."

The other nodded, his gaze sweeping over Lin Mu, who was covered in mineral dust. "Rich people have such unique taste, so... well... so unconventional."

Lin Mu ignored them. He leaned against the stone wall at the entrance of the mine, savoring the feeling of being teleported just now.

It was a gentle push, as if an invisible hand was supporting him, unlike the old mage's domineering and oppressive pulling. It was much more comfortable.

He took out a pancake, took a bite, chewed slowly, and waited a while.

Once the two young men entered the mine and there was no one else around, they released the yellow horse from their mount pouch, mounted it, and headed towards Bichon City.

Two horses were ridden in turns, and when one got tired, the other was used. They ran fast, but the riders also got tired.

Lin Mu rode horses for two days in a row. His inner thighs were chafed and sore, his waist ached, his back was stiff, and his buttocks felt like they had been hit with thirty lashes.

As he rode his horse, Yang Xiong's black, rickety carriage floated into his mind again, as smooth as sitting at home, with hot tea and soft cushions inside.

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He sighed, wondering when he could finally own one of those cars.

Fortunately, the yellow horse was much faster than the pony, and finally, on the third day of their vacation, at dusk, they saw the gates of Beech City.

The city gate was much busier than usual.

People came and went in an endless stream, and horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, and oxcarts were all stuck in a traffic jam. Shouts, curses, and the neighing of livestock mingled together, making people's heads ache.

Lin Mu led his horse through the crowd and into the city, where the scene before him stunned him.

People were everywhere.

The streets, bridges, and riverbanks were teeming with people, even more lively than during the Lunar New Year.

Several flower boats floated on the river, their hulls adorned with colorful ribbons and silk flowers, and red lanterns hanging from their bows and sterns, reflecting a red glow on the water.

Lanterns were hung everywhere along the river—on the trees, railings, and under the eaves—round lanterns, square lanterns, revolving lanterns, lotus lanterns, red, yellow, pink, and green, illuminating the entire river like a flowing ribbon of color.

Lin Mu recalled that he had spent the New Year in the county town in his previous life, and it was a similar scene.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the streets were packed with people, lights were right next to lights, and firecrackers went off from morning till night.

He was a little boy then, riding on his father's shoulders, holding a candied hawthorn in his hand, watching the dragon and lion dances, the stilt walkers, and the parade of floats.

Later, when I grew up and left home, I never saw such a scene again.

He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

Let's eat first.

He found the same Drunken Immortal Pavilion as before. As soon as he arrived at the door, a waiter came up to him, looked him up and down, and his gaze lingered on his dusty and stained clothes. He frowned and reached out to stop him, saying, "Hey, hey, where did this beggar come from? Get out of the way, don't block the door."

Lin Mu glanced at him, said nothing, took out a gold coin from his Qiankun bag, and handed it over.

The waiter's eyes lit up instantly, his disdain turned into eagerness, he bent over and spoke sweetly: "Please sit down, sir, please sit down, I'll pour you some tea!"

Lin Mu ignored him, went up to the second floor, and found a seat by the window.

I took the menu and started ordering: braised venison, steamed sea bass, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar, deep-fried pork tenderloin, and a bowl of hot and sour soup.

He actually wanted to clean up, but he was a bit tired and too lazy to do it. Besides, he had been living a decadent life in his rented apartment in his previous life, and this slovenly habit was really hard to break.

The dishes were served quickly, and the wine was warmed to just the right temperature.

Lin Mu poured himself a glass and downed it in one gulp. The hot liquor slid down his throat and into his stomach, and the fatigue from days of travel seemed to be lifted up by something, slowly rising from his body.

After finishing his drink, he poured himself another glass, picked up a piece of venison and chewed it. He leaned against the window and watched the flower boats drifting slowly on the river. The lights were broken into pieces in the water, making his eyes dizzy.

He left the skeleton in the mining area, standing naked in the mine tunnels, and he had no intention of recalling it.

Anyway, the zombies in the Bichon Mine are weaker, so the skeletons are fine to leave, and every now and then a notification pops up in Lin Mu's mind.

[Experience gained: 70]

Looks like I've slain another zombie. Not much experience, but it's free.

Besides, there are a lot of people here. Wearing a skeleton or not makes you stand out, and it just takes up extra space.

He finds it more relaxing and comfortable to be alone occasionally.

At that moment, several people at the next table were drinking heavily, their faces flushed, and their voices were getting louder and louder.