Urban Martial Saint

Seeing the light of the Taoist Sovereign, Ye Qing couldn’t help but feel a stir in his heart. He immediately reached into his pocket and took out the Honored Buddha that he carried with him.

The condition of the Honored Buddha was the same as that of the Taoist Sovereign, both were emitting a faint golden light.

Holding the Taoist Sovereign and the Honored Buddha, Ye Qing could even feel the power from these Buddhist and Taoist orbs enveloping him. It was this power that blocked the power of the Great Demon King, preventing him from suffering intense pressure, keeping his own power from running rampant, and ultimately preserving his life!

This situation greatly astonished Ye Qing, but it also made him understand the words Shijia had said earlier. No wonder that old guy said he wouldn’t die; it turns out he knew that the Taoist Sovereign and Honored Buddha on Ye Qing could resist the power of the Great Demon King, so he was so confident tossing him in here.

To be honest, Ye Qing had quite a bit of trust in Shijia. After discovering this reason, Ye Qing’s resentment towards Shijia diminished considerably. However, thinking carefully, Shijia, that old bald monk, still played him a bit. No matter what, he would have to settle this score with him in the future!

Taking a deep breath, Ye Qing put the Honored Buddha back into his pocket and slowly walked to the side of the coffin. When he came here before, he was mostly unconscious, and even if he could stand, he only got a fleeting glance at the Great Demon King’s coffin. This time, he could finally examine this coffin of the greatest demon king in history without fearing the Great Demon King’s power.

The Great Demon King’s coffin was larger than an ordinary coffin, approximately 2.8 meters long and 1.5 meters wide. A vine as thick as a bucket extended from the coffin, which was the Devouring Demon Flower spreading throughout the Demon Hideout Cave.

Around the coffin, some areas were engraved with text and others with patterns. Ye Qing had already seen them when he came here before. Now, looking at them again carefully, he suddenly discovered that one of the engraved patterns matched much of the Indestructible Demon Body he had obtained earlier. However, the content on this pattern was much more complete than what Ye Qing had seen of the Indestructible Demon Body.

Ye Qing had copied this pattern before, but he was too busy after leaving to study it carefully. Now comparing this pattern with the Secret Technique of the Indestructible Demon Body he had seen, Ye Qing could confirm that this pattern was indeed the complete Physical Cultivation Technique of the Indestructible Demon Body.

Ye Qing quickly memorized this pattern carefully, planning to teach it to Liu Mubai after leaving. Liu Mubai had achieved significant success in learning the Indestructible Demon Body, and although he learned only an incomplete version, his ability to defeat peak masters with top-level strength was no small feat. If he learned the complete Indestructible Demon Body, could his strength improve dramatically?

Of course, Ye Qing was honestly a bit worried since the Indestructible Demon Body was still a Demon Sect cultivation technique. What if Liu Mubai then became a demon?

With doubts in mind, Ye Qing turned to the other three sides. The final side of the coffin was unadorned, except for a single red dot at the most crucial spot, akin to a speck of blood, which wasn’t eye-catching on the coffin. Without careful examination, it might not even be noticed.

However, when one stared at the red dot for a while, they would gradually be drawn to it. The red dot, in the viewer’s eyes, would even begin to enlarge and flow, eventually forming the appearance of a river of blood, engulfing the observer.

Last time, Ye Qing suffered a hidden loss from this red dot, almost suffocating then. Fortunately, he turned his head away in time and shook off that feeling. Seeing it again, Ye Qing naturally felt cautious and didn’t dare to stare directly as he did last time.

When Ye Qing stared directly at the red dot, the Honored Buddha, which he had already put in his pocket, suddenly lifted out by itself, floating mid-air, emitting a faint golden light, contrasting with the red light from the dot. At the same time, the Taoist Sovereign on Ye Qing’s right wrist emitted a faint azure light, joining the golden light in opposing the red light, seemingly suppressing it.

This situation greatly astonished Ye Qing; he never expected such an occurrence to happen. Just as the two lights continued to suppress the red light, the stone coffin suddenly opened a crack, from which a black light shone forth and rushed over instantly.

The appearance of the black light caused the golden light of the Honored Buddha and the azure light of the Taoist Sovereign to retreat simultaneously. The red light, originally suppressed to the point of no resistance, was about to rise in retaliation when the black light rushed in again, suppressing the red light once more.

Against the powerful onslaught of the black light, the red light struggled desperately. However, the black light’s power was overwhelmingly strong, reducing the red light’s resistance bit by bit. In the end, the red light was completely compressed into a single point, thoroughly extinguished. At that moment, the red dot on the coffin seemed to be swallowed by the black light, disappearing without a trace.

After dealing with the red dot, the black light gradually receded back into the coffin. As for the Honored Buddha and the Taoist Sovereign, their light gradually faded, with the Honored Buddha falling back into Ye Qing’s hand, as if it had never moved at all.

This scene left Ye Qing utterly astonished, like watching special effects in a movie. What on earth was going on?

The golden light—needless to say, it was certainly the power of the Honored Buddha. The cyan light—that was the power of the Taoist Sovereign. Both the Honored Buddha and the Taoist Sovereign are the manifestations of Buddhist and Taoist magic. In other words, the golden and cyan lights represent Buddhist and Taoist magic. And the black light, which emanated from the coffin, is the power of the demons, which is black. Therefore, the black light should be the power of the Great Demon King.

So, here’s the question. The powers of the Buddhist and Taoist joined forces to suppress the red dot. Afterwards, the black light surged out and devoured the red dot. No matter how you look at it, it’s the Buddhist and Taoist magic allied with the demon to tackle the red dot. What was this all about? Aren’t the Buddhist and Taoist magic and the demons mortal enemies? Why would they join forces against a red dot?

Ye Qing was filled with confusion, but this question was one no one could answer for him. As the red dot disappeared, the powers of the Buddhist and Taoist also slowly retreated, and he still couldn’t feel any pressure. This surprised him even more. Could it be that the power of the Great Demon King no longer retaliated?

With doubt, Ye Qing approached the coffin. The coffin remained covered, and previously, Ye Qing had pushed it open a crack for a glimpse. Inside the coffin, it seemed to be a separate space, not a mere small coffin, but a pitch-black space. In the center of that space stood a black-haired man, who seemed to uphold the entire void. He appeared extraordinarily majestic and unmatched!

Last time, opening the coffin a crack nearly cost Ye Qing his life, and taught him a lesson not to casually open this coffin. However, today’s situation seemed somewhat different. Firstly, there was no pressure here anymore, and secondly, he had the powers of the Honored Buddha and the Taoist Sovereign with him. Perhaps they could protect him, allowing him to see clearly what was inside the coffin.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Qing placed his hands on the coffin lid, preparing to push it open and see what’s inside.

Just then, a rustling sound suddenly came from within the cave. Ye Qing quickly turned to look, only to see a little white fox running over from a distance. The little white fox wore a confused expression, seemingly searching for something. However, seeing the little white fox filled Ye Qing with excitement, because this little white fox was indeed the demon pet of the Demon Hideout Cave!

”Xiao Bai!” Ye Qing hurriedly released the coffin lid and called out to the little white fox.

Seeing Ye Qing, the little white fox was also very excited and surprised. It seemed puzzled about how Ye Qing managed to come beside the coffin. As a demon pet, it naturally knew how dangerous things were around this coffin. Ye Qing being able to come here was practically impossible.

The little white fox rolled like a small plush ball, almost tumbling to Ye Qing’s side, and directly pounced into his arms, embracing him as if in an intimate manner.

Seeing the little white fox again, Ye Qing felt a surge of happiness. He gently stroked the fox’s head, chuckling, ”Xiao Bai, I’ve come to see you again. And I’ve brought lots of delicious treats for you this time!”

Saying this, Ye Qing reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of Ziyu Chenxiang Pill. This time, he had specifically brought several more bottles for the little white fox, considering how many times it had saved him.

Upon seeing the Ziyu Chenxiang Pill, the little white fox’s small eyes instantly widened, and it darted forward with its four tiny legs, hugging the bottle tightly and not letting go.

Seeing the little fox’s adorable expression, Ye Qing couldn’t help but laugh heartily. He held the little white fox and prepared to open the bottle to fetch the Ziyu Chenxiang Pill for it. Just then, the little white fox seemed to suddenly realize something. It abruptly jumped out of Ye Qing’s arms and dashed directly towards the Great Demon King’s coffin.

Ye Qing didn’t know what the little white fox intended to do. After all, this little fellow was quite greedy, and the Ziyu Chenxiang Pill was immensely appealing to it. But why was it ignoring the Ziyu Chenxiang Pill now? What had it discovered?

Curious, Ye Qing moved to the little white fox’s side, circling the coffin with it, and curiously asked, ”Xiao Bai, what’s wrong?”

The little white fox finally stopped at the side where the red dot had been, staring at the coffin in confusion, lost in thought. After a while, it suddenly leaped up with excitement, scrambled onto the coffin lid, and began squeaking energetically, though what it meant was unclear.

Suddenly, a cloud of black smoke surged from within the coffin, enveloping the little white fox and gently placing it on the ground. The movement of this black smoke was very gentle, as if it feared harming the little fox, showing great affection for the little creature.