Urban Martial Saint

Ye Qing's "corpse" was wrapped up and sent directly to the crematory.

Several workers with ulterior motives forged various certificates and brought Ye Qing over. For safety, they followed the process closely, wanting to watch Ye Qing turn to ashes with their own eyes.

Ye Qing's "corpse" was placed on a cart and pushed inside, where the crematory staff, following routine, pulled back the white cloth to check on Ye Qing's condition.

"No need to look, it's definitely him," a coroner said urgently. "He's got an infectious disease. We need to burn him quickly to prevent any spread."

The staff member glanced at him and said, "What about an infectious disease? We still have to be sure, or who's responsible if something goes wrong?"

As he spoke, the staff member reached out to check Ye Qing's breathing.

"Are you afraid we professionals could make a mistake?" a coroner said impatiently.

"Mommy!" Suddenly, the staff member screamed tragically and hurriedly retreated several steps, nearly collapsing to the ground. He looked at Ye Qing's "corpse" with terror in his eyes as if he had seen something utterly unbelievable.

The coroners were startled for a moment, and one said, "Damn it, have you been working here so long that you're scared of a corpse now?"

The staff member pointed at Ye Qing, his voice trembling, "He… he… he… how is he still breathing..."

"What?" The coroners felt their scalps explode. How could this be possible?

One coroner approached cautiously. Ye Qing was lying there, eyes closed. When he checked near Ye Qing's nostrils, his expression changed instantly. He too felt Ye Qing's breath.

"Is this witchcraft?" another coroner shouted. He was starting to break down.

"It's impossible! He's clearly dead!" a third one paced on the spot, overwhelmed by the situation.

"Forget whether he's dead or not, just push him in and burn him!" the fourth cursed loudly and rushed towards the incinerator with the cart.

The staff member hurriedly got up to stop him and said urgently, "Wait, he's still breathing, we can't burn him!"

"Get out of the way!" The coroner, nearly in a rage, couldn't accept whether Ye Qing was dead or pretending to be a corpse. Now, the only solution was to burn him as quickly as possible. Even if he wasn't dead, he would be burned to death.

"Right, burn him quickly, we must burn him fast!" another one shouted, charging over to help push towards the inside.

"What are you two dawdling for? Get him out of the way!" the first coroner yelled back.

The other two exchanged glances and hurried over to pull the staff member aside.

The staff member couldn't struggle free from the two men and cried out, "You're breaking the law, he's still alive; how can you commit such a heinous act!"

The two coroners, like madmen, rushed the cart towards the incinerator. As the incinerator drew closer, sinister smiles of victory appeared on their faces. If they burned Ye Qing, there would be no evidence left, and they would have nothing to fear!

The cart quickly reached the incinerator, and the staff member turned his head away, unable to bear watching.

But the four coroners were excited and agitated as the cart was about to enter the incinerator. Suddenly, the "corpse" of Ye Qing on the cart lifted a leg, which just propped against the entrance of the incinerator, jamming the cart in place.

The faces of the four coroners changed. The two pushing the cart were stunned, then both screamed and pushed forward with all their might, trying to shove Ye Qing into the pit of fire.

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Ye Qing, meanwhile, extended a hand to pull off the white cloth covering him and slowly turned his head, staring coldly at the two coroners.

No matter how brash the coroners were, at that moment, they couldn't take it anymore. Screaming, they turned and fled.

Ye Qing jumped down from the cart, his eyes flashing with a blade's chill. He followed the two coroners; his steps were not fast, but his pace was relentless. Before they could leave the hall, Ye Qing caught up and grabbed them, one in each hand.

"Help! Zombie! Ghost!" one of the coroners cried out loud. Ye Qing, without any politeness, punched him in the face, and the man immediately lay on the ground, holding his face.

The other three coroners were trembling all over, and even the employee was somewhat afraid. He didn't know whether the Ye Qing before him was a human or a ghost.

Actually, even Ye Qing himself was a bit confused. Last night, as a pillow covered his face, he gradually lost consciousness, but that didn't mean he was completely unconscious; instead, he just couldn't feel anything around him. However, he could clearly sense that the True Qi within his body was slowly circulating without any Breathing and Meditation.

But, because he couldn't breathe, this True Qi could not be expelled with the Breathing and Meditation, and it became more and more suffocating inside his body, finding no outlet.

The power of True Qi was terrifying; unable to be expelled with Breathing and Meditation, it surged wildly within his body. Fortunately, Ye Qing had forcibly opened his meridians last time, and, although he almost got paralyzed, his misfortune turned into a blessing, making his meridians tough and strong, also broadened a lot, allowing the True Qi to circulate quickly.

Otherwise, the power of this True Qi alone was enough to burst all the meridians within his body, which would have left him paralyzed even if he were not dead.

This time, the meridians were able to withstand the circulation of True Qi. However, as more and more True Qi accumulated and there was no way to expel it, the situation still became dangerous. Ye Qing couldn't breathe and could only watch the True Qi flow within his body, trying to find an outlet.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Ye Qing suddenly felt the pores of his skin stand on end, and the pent-up True Qi was unexpectedly expelled through the pores all over his body. At the same time, the external oxygen also entered his body through the pores, sustaining his bodily functions.

This process was magical, utterly inconceivable without experiencing it firsthand; no one would ever think that even the pores could breathe. However, it didn't take long for Ye Qing to recall the art of embryonic breathing recorded in the Acupoint Seeking Technique. It must be the embryonic breathing, but to achieve this state, one's internal Neijia Kung Fu had to reach a certain level.

This time, Ye Qing benefited from misfortune as he fortuitously entered the Embryonic Breathing State, saving his own life.

Indeed, if it wasn't for the previous occasion where Ye Qing forcefully penetrated his meridians and had them healed with medicine by Old Wang Ba, he wouldn't possibly have entered the Embryonic Breathing State. Fortunately, with a twist of fate, he not only saved his life but also gained a significant life-saving skill.

As recorded in the Acupoint Seeking Technique, the most magical aspect of the art of embryonic breathing is the method that allows one to expel poisons from the body. In other words, knowing this method could at least make one Immune to All Poisons.

No wonder the masters in those martial arts novels could achieve immunity to all poisons; it seems this was the reason. The art of embryonic breathing is indeed extraordinary!

When Ye Qing regained consciousness, it took him nearly a minute to figure out his current situation. Looking at the four coroners in front of him, Ye Qing's expression gradually turned cold.

The four coroners, scared out of their wits, watched Ye Qing approach. Suddenly, one of them knelt to the ground and said tremulously, "Big brother, please... please spare me, I... I have no grudge against you, this... this was all done for money by others, it's not my fault... I won't dare again, really, I won't dare again, please give me another chance..."

"If you wanted to use that money, you should be prepared to pay the price for it!" Ye Qing stepped forward to the man's face. The coroner quickly signaled the other three with a gesture and then suddenly pounced, grabbing Ye Qing's legs and shouting, "Everybody, get him!"

The remaining three coroners, one injured by Ye Qing and the other two promptly pounced forward. The three men, hoping to use their numerical advantage, tried to pin Ye Qing down.

Their idea was good, but unfortunately, they underestimated their opponent.

Before the two of them could reach Ye Qing, he gave each of them a punch, and immediately they met the same fate as their companion before, holding their faces and screaming in pain on the ground.

The one holding Ye Qing's legs on the floor was stunned. He didn't expect his two allies to go down so quickly, without even putting up a fight.

Ye Qing bent down and looked at the coroner, "Didn't you say you daren't do it again?"

The coroner, nearly peeing himself, said tremblingly, "I... I really daren't, I swear, this time I'm telling the truth, I really won't dare again..."

"Sorry, I don't believe you!" Ye Qing grabbed the coroner's neck with his right fist clenched, he forcefully punched the coroner's mouth.

The coroner bled from his mouth and nose, losing half his teeth. Ye Qing let go, and the man couldn't even stand properly, collapsing weakly to the ground.

The crematory employees were dumbstruck. As Ye Qing turned to look at him, he shivered and said, "It... it wasn't my fault..."

"I know," Ye Qing said with a faint smile, "Thank you."

"Uh…" The employee hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you… a human or a ghost?"

"Human!" Ye Qing spat out the word and turned to leave the crematory leisurely.

Last night, before being smothered with a pillow by the old man, he had come to a profound realization. In this society, talking about rules and law doesn't work. Thus, he had decided not to abide by the so-called rules with those people anymore!

Meanwhile, the detention center was in complete chaos, all stirred up by Lin Huayu.

It was only then that Mu Qingrong learned that Ye Qing was Lin Huayu's lifesaver. Moreover, Lin Huayu had been searching for this lifesaver for such a long time. Now, having finally found him, she was told that he was dead; how could she not be furious?

Wu Weiguo made a call from the detention center to report the incident to the police, which was quite rare. After all, detention centers and police stations are of the same root.

But Wu Weiguo was Wu Weiguo, there was no doubt about his status and identity in Shenchuan City. Less than five minutes following his call, several police cars sped over, with the head of the branch bureau leading the team personally, and a deputy director of the municipal bureau named Fan Jianming was also rushing over.

People dying in the detention center had occurred before. However, this was the first time someone as influential as Wu Weiguo insisted on pursuing the matter. Clearly, this time, the issue was going to be difficult to settle!