I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality Chapter 557 - 284: Jin Sect King

Novel: I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality Author: One lotus signifies summer Updated: May 20, 2026

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As long as the Dayong Dynasty’s fortunes can last until his death, then even if Dayong falls, it won’t be because of him. Besides, hasn’t he captured many martial artists and masters of the rivers and lakes to head to the Yin River?

With these people, the Eight Banner Marshals of the Yin River, and the experts of the Celestial Master’s Mansion, Dayong’s fortunes will not only be secure, but might even flourish...

Emperor Jingxing has received no teachings, yet has comprehended the true essence of the Dream Creation Skill on his own, imrsing himself daily in beautiful dreams.

Xu Qing used the paper begets reality technique to fold several small papern and infiltrate the military camp. However, as soon as one palm-sized paperman approached the center of the camp, it was suddenly swallowed whole by a shadow that appeared out of nowhere.

The Five Shadows Daoist looked at the shadow that returned to his side, his eyes squinting instantly.

Tens of miles away, Xu Qing saw, through the perspective of other papern, the Five Shadows Daoist dispatch three shadows swiftly in different directions outside the camp.

During this ti, two more papern were swallowed, causing Xu Qing’s brow to twitch. The Five Shadows Daoist’s cultivation is far more profound than Ling Yangzi, who used to wield three shadows!

Xu Qing remained unhurried, knowing that the Five Shadows Daoist, having promised the Ghost Altar General, would return to the Jin Sect to capture living sacrifices within seven days.

He always finds the Five Shadows Daoist when he is alone.

As for these seven days, he might as well keep vigil for the opponent.

Xu Qing remained composed, besides finding a grave nearby the camp to cultivate Undying Bones, he took ti to collect a few corpses.

These corpses were ’strong n’ who fled the camp, so dying by the hands of their peers and others devoured by demonic ghosts, leaving only bare white skeletons.

Only after performing the rites for these souls did Xu Qing discover that aside from the martial masters captured by the Imperial Court, most were bandits and assassins held by the Demon Hunting Bureau or the Imperial Prison.

Let assassins fight for Dayong?

Xu Qing once again refreshed his opinion of Emperor Jingxing; this damned emperor must’ve eaten plenty of mushrooms to think up such ideas.

On this day, the Ancient Yin River Dao’s relative calm abruptly shook with skeletal warhorses thundering like lightning; Xu Qing looked towards the sound and saw afar dust swirling, the Eight Banner Marshals leading three thousand cavalry from afar, swiftly arriving before Zuo Zixiong.

Purple flas danced in the shadowy eyes of the Eight Banner Marshals as he scanned around him, pausing when seeing the barely standing or sitting relief troops numbering only forty-odd.

"Are these people soldiers too?"

The Five Shadows Daoist amiably approached, greeting: "These are elite soldiers sent by Dayong; the weakest of them are in the Inner Cultivation realm. However, the Yin River is exceedingly treacherous. Of the five hundred soldiers brought, only over forty remain."

Calling a hundred strong n five hundred soldiers, the Five Shadows Daoist didn’t blush a bit.

Zuo Zixiong by the side, however, grew flushed, nearly mortified.

"Marshal, it’s my dereliction of duty, failing to organize military appearance and discipline!"

The Eight Banner Marshal glanced at Zuo Zixiong, discerning at once the qualities inherent in this officer before him.

"You are comndable, but you should not be here."

Zuo Zixiong did not understand the Eight Banner Marshal’s aning, bending his head aside, hands arched over his head, muffling: "I am a Dayong official, no matter the place, as long as I am fighting for Dayong, that is my calling!"

The Eight Banner Marshal’s gaze was deep, containing admiration but more regret.

A general like Zuo Zixiong should be fighting in the mortal world, not here, battling with those dead and buried.

For the Eight Banner Marshal to earn the renown of a founding marshal, it’s clear he wasn’t just so crude martial artist.

Between the Five Shadows Daoist and Zuo Zixiong, he could perceive issues within the current Dayong Imperial Court.

"Minister Xu indeed did not deceive ..."

Recalling Xu Qing’s descriptions of the external situation, the Eight Banner Marshal’s heart was ignited with blazing battle intent amidst lancholy!

Just as Zuo Zixiong stated, no matter their location, whether man or ghost, as long as they still have strength, they can fight for Dayong!

The re Southern Barbarians weren’t adversaries of the Yong army even alive, how could they be in death?

The Five Shadows Daoist calculated ti, speaking: "Marshal may camp here; this humble Daoist needs to negotiate with the Manyara Ghost King, thus shall depart first. When the rear is secure, I will assist you in defeating the enemy."

Zuo Zixiong furrowed his brows, wishing to speak, but until the other left, he still refrained from stopping him.

Afar, Xu Qing’s Yin Pupil was activated; from the mont the Five Shadows Daoist left the camp, he followed in pursuit.

Within the camp, the Eight Banner Marshal, whose aura grew stronger than before, suddenly turned to look outside the camp.

He asked Zuo Zixiong: "Minister Xu is also here at the Yin River?"

"Minister Xu?"

The Eight Banner Marshal saw Zuo Zixiong’s puzzled expression, imdiately responding: "A talented minister with true learning and insights, a civilian official - it seems General Zuo did not travel with him."

"However, this place is quite perilous lately. For Minister Xu to co now, it might not be very safe."

"May he remain unhard..."

...

At the Baisha River’s mouth, a vortex appeared out of thin air, and from its center, two Daoist figures identical in appearance erged from the water surface.

Not far ahead, a three-story passenger ship headed towards the vortex.

Yet, just as the Five Shadows Daoist prepared to abduct the passengers on board, a black-and-white face mask suddenly leaped out from the central whirlpool, a flower-faced general in war robes, holding a mountain-opening axe!

The general rushed out of the vortex, turning to free his right hand and swiftly drew the treasure sword from his waist, striking a cyan rainbow straight into the vortex’s center.

With the vortex’s eye broken, the flower-faced warrior sheathed his sword, then raised his left hand to brush his waist-length beard aside, round-eyed, facing the Five Shadows Daoist!

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