In the afternoon, on the Linjiang Mountain highway.
On the overpass, the Maybach sped at 300 kilometers per hour, and after a drive of more than ten minutes, it finally arrived at the foot of Linjiang Mountain.
After parking the car, Jiang Yu looked at the towering Linjiang Mountain.
Such a large mountain, if he didn't have the Heaven's Secret Card, even if he relied solely on the plot in his mind and found a group of people to search the mountain thoroughly, he wouldn't know how long it would take.
It was early autumn, and the temperature was turning cool, but fortunately, Jiang Yu was already an Immortal cultivator.
His physique was enough to support him climbing to the top of the mountain, finding a seemingly inconspicuous but actually hidden magical rock, then chanting the Nine-Character Mantra at the stone, and then drawing a talisman pattern with blood that rivaled Picasso's paintings…
Only then would the entrance to the cave dwelling open with a "bang."
Jiang Yu was speechless; it was so complicated, wasn't it clearly a fortuitous encounter left for the protagonist?
But now, it's mine.
Arriving at the top of the mountain, Jiang Yu found that rock.
Opening the cave dwelling, what greeted his eyes was a cave dwelling with cracked floors and spiderweb-like cracks everywhere, clearly indicating that cultivators had once fought here.
In his memory, the protagonist Lin Qifan's master was named Yang Yan'er, a Nascent Soul Stage alchemist from the Yongle Era, the Grand Sect Master of the "Crimson Sun Sect," and the legendary number one person below the Soul Transformation Stage.
Furthermore, she was an extremely rare female with a Pure Yang Body, naturally possessing Primordial Chaos Qi.
She ultimately perished in a death battle with a cultivator named "Blood-haired Demon Head."
"Is this the immortal's boudoir?"
Entering it, Jiang Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Even after a hundred years, the boudoir still exuded a faint fragrance of sunflowers.
The cave dwelling was divided into a main hall and a side hall; the former was used for meditation and cultivation, while the latter was used to store cultivation resources such as pills, spirit stones, and magical treasures.
In the center of the main hall, most of the furniture had been annihilated by the aftermath of the battle, with only a portrait of a woman hanging in the very center of the altar.
Even Jiang Yu, who had seen all kinds of women, couldn't help but gasp.
So beautiful!
In the center of the portrait, there was a woman dressed in a green Daoist robe and wearing a veiled bamboo hat, with a gauze curtain covering half her face, revealing a pair of watery peach blossom eyes.
Just a small section of her fair, slender neck was enough to spark endless imagination.
Below the Daoist robe, a silk ribbon cinched her slender waist, and the green robe draped down to her ankles, revealing a section of cloud-patterned white socks.
Her small, embroidered green shoes had a unique charm of their own.
"Although very beautiful, she is ultimately just a pink skeleton, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul now."
Jiang Yu sighed, walked forward, and took down Yang Yan'er's portrait.
Then, he turned and walked towards the side hall.
He kicked open the side hall door, and what greeted his eyes were various glittering spiritual treasures and spiritual medicines.
Jiang Yu's eyes lit up, and his breathing hitched.
However, in less than three seconds, those glittering items immediately lost their luster; the spiritual medicines turned into a pile of ashes, and the surfaces of the spiritual treasures developed various cracks.
Jiang Yu picked up a jade bottle labeled "Exploding Blood Pill," opened it, and poured it out, only to find a pile of grayish-white dust.
"What a pity, but there are still treasures."
According to the plot fragments, Jiang Yu found two boxes: one made of blood-red agarwood and the other of cloud-patterned golden nanmu.
Upon opening them, the contents inside were still perfectly preserved.
Inside the golden nanmu box were the Tai Shou Thirteen Needles and the "Great Thousand Spiritual Medicine Compendium," while the other box contained a portrait and a blackened silver needle.
Jiang Yu spread out the portrait; it depicted a woman resembling Po Gang, a chubby-faced, small-eyed, cube-shaped lady, wearing a tight red Daoist robe, looking fierce and menacing.
It was none other than Yang Yan'er's archenemy, "Blood-haired Demon Head," whose name was Fang Meiyun.
She possessed the Nine Yin Holy Body, which was as renowned as the Nine Yang Saint Body.
During the Yongle Era, various sect prodigies suffered at her cruel hands; many were even crippled with broken spines, thus losing their chance at the immortal path.
She was ultimately slain by Yang Yan'er at the peak of the Forbidden City at the cost of her life, and the spoils of war were collected here.
"Truly a Po Gang goddess among mortals."
Jiang Yu muttered, holding back his vomit.
He casually tossed the portrait onto the dusty ground.
"The Tai Shou Thirteen Needles, I remember, were Yang Yan'er's life-bound weapon, and as for this Blood Demon Needle, it belonged to 'Blood-haired Demon Head.'"
Jiang Yu unfolded the cloth wrap, revealing thirteen silver needles, which still gleamed with a cold light even after a hundred years.
As for the other jet-black silver needle, it faintly exuded an ominous aura, containing a wisp of the Blood-haired Demon Head's remnant soul.
In the original work, Lin Qifan relied on Yang Yan'er to refine the Blood-haired Demon Head's remnant soul and simultaneously mastered both the "Tai Shou Thirteen Needles" and the "Blood Demon Needle."
The former saved people, the latter killed people, truly essential divine artifacts for showing off.
Looking at the Blood Demon Needle in his hand, and then glancing at the Po Gang portrait on the ground.
Jiang Yu's lips curved upward, revealing a benevolent smile.
"I certainly won't enjoy such a fortuitous encounter alone. Daoist Lin and I are like brothers; we became acquainted through a conflict. Naturally, I must share half of this fortuitous encounter with him."
Jiang Yu picked up the portrait from the ground and hung it in the center of the main hall.
Then, he infused spiritual energy into the Blood Demon Needle, washing away the ominous aura overflowing from it, making it appear like a righteous magical treasure, and placed it in the center of the altar.
Next, he picked up the jade bottle labeled "Exploding Blood Pill" and put the "Nine Dragon Exploding Blood Pill" inside.
As he left, he meticulously cleared away his traces.
Perfect!
...
【Ding, detected that the host has plundered the Son of Destiny's fortuitous encounter!】
【Triggering a random reward, obtainable without selection.】
【Rewards:
1. "Complete Pharmaceutical Knowledge" infusion: Max understanding of any alchemical materials and traditional Chinese medicinal herbs.
2. "Chameleon Mask": Able to conceal aura and change appearance.】
On the way home, the system's voice resounded in his mind again.
【Do you wish to begin knowledge infusion?】
Jiang Yu immediately clicked infuse.
A vast amount of pharmacological knowledge flooded his mind; in just a few seconds, he had learned all knowledge, including traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and had thoroughly integrated it.
"Awesome!"
Jiang Yu's pores all over his body opened up, and every inch of his cerebral cortex felt as if it were being massaged by the small hands of thousands of beautiful girls.
"System, give me the Chameleon Mask."
With a flash of white light, a mask resembling a carnival prince appeared in Jiang Yu's hand.
He put it on his face, and white light flashed.
He pulled down the small mirror on the car roof, and what greeted his eyes was Tu Youqing's exquisite small face.
With a thought, his face changed to that of Shen Qing'er, Li Kexin, Wang Wei, Liu Qingjie... and others. He could transform into anyone, male or female, and even his voice changed accordingly.
With another thought, he could even transform into Jiang Tianlong!
"Cough cough..."
Jiang Yu quickly shook his head, changing back to his handsome face.