Urban Martial Saint

This tall Big Han sat up from the coffin, which really startled Fat Wang. Immediately, he shouted, ”Young Ye, run, it’s a resurrection!”

While saying this, Fat Wang himself ran towards the edge of the pit. However, the surroundings were two to three meters high, and with his build, there was no way he could climb up.

Ye Qing glanced at Fat Wang and whispered, ”It’s okay, he’s not dead yet!”

”Hahaha...” The Big Han laughed heartily again, slowly standing up from the coffin, and indeed, his height was truly enormous. Standing in front of Ye Qing, he exuded a sense of intimidation. Black Bear, standing beside Ye Qing, was considered a rare strongman, but compared to this person, Black Bear seemed a bit weak. This Big Han’s stature, combined with that two and a half meter long knife, really gave the feeling of a warlord reborn!

The Big Han grasped the long knife and walked out of the coffin. His gaze swept over the two people and six skeleton frames present, finally fixing on Ye Qing, and he softly said, ”Taoist Sovereign, it seems the time has come!”

Ye Qing was taken aback. Although the Taoist Sovereign was worn on his wrist, in fact, Ye Qing had always kept it hidden in his sleeve. He hadn’t revealed it at all, so how did this Big Han see the Taoist Sovereign? And what did he mean by saying that the time had come?

While Ye Qing was still astonished, the Big Han had already gripped the long knife tightly, striding towards the six skeleton frames.

Seeing the Big Han approach, the six skeleton frames appeared somewhat flustered, seemingly frightened of him. They wanted to retreat, but in this pit, where was there any space for them to run?

”Move aside!” The Big Han yelled at Fat Wang, who instantly scurried to the side, not daring to hinder the Big Han in the slightest.

As Fat Wang avoided, the Big Han also gripped the long knife in his hand, suddenly swinging it with a move called Sweeping Thousands Army. The two front-most skeleton frames couldn’t dodge and were directly struck by the Big Han’s long knife. These six skeleton frames had rather sturdy bodies, but after being hit by the long knife, the two skeleton frames immediately fell apart without any suspense!

Upon seeing this, Fat Wang’s eyes widened as he exclaimed, ”Wow, Young Ye, this weapon is way more formidable than your scabbard knife!”

”Hahaha...” The Big Han laughed and said, ”The Dragon-breaking Knife can’t compare to The Ancestor of Miao Dao, not even to its scabbard!”

Ye Qing’s heart stirred slightly, while Fat Wang exclaimed, ”No way? Young Ye slashed those skeleton frames several times, couldn’t even leave a Daobai Seal, and his scabbard is nowhere near as good as your long knife!”

”Not being able to break apart these skeleton frames has nothing to do with the weapon; it’s about the person!” the Big Han said. ”These six skeleton frames all possess beyond peerless master strength. Their bones have been tempered with such power. Among all the famed instruments in the world, only the Xuanyuan Sword and Minghong Knife can ignore the power difference, but any other weapon in your hands couldn’t hurt them at all.”

”Then what’s up with your long knife?” Fat Wang asked in surprise.

”I already said, it’s a matter of the person!” The Big Han said while swinging his knife once more, smashing the last skeleton frame. Then he turned to Ye Qing and Fat Wang and said, ”If it were me using it, even an ordinary chopping knife could smash these six skeleton frames!”

Fat Wang was momentarily stunned, turned to look at Ye Qing, and suddenly said, ”Young Ye, is he mocking you?”

Ye Qing: ”...”

”I didn’t say that!” the Big Han immediately responded.

Fat Wang: ”Nonsense, you just said you could smash these six skeleton frames with a hatchet. But Young Ye couldn’t even leave a white mark with such a powerful weapon, isn’t that just mocking him?”

”...” The Big Han was somewhat speechless, looked at Ye Qing, and asked, ”What’s this fatty’s deal?”

”A grave robber!” Ye Qing answered straightforwardly.

”Hey, how do you talk like that?” Fat Wang was instantly at a loss for words. ”Though I am a grave robber, you can’t just say it like that. Moreover, saying it in front of the tomb owner, aren’t you clearly saying I’m here to rob his tomb?”

Actually, Fat Wang was very helpless too. He had never encountered such a situation before. Having robbed graves for so many years, he’d never had the chance to stand and chat with a tomb owner face-to-face. What was up with this tomb owner? Ye Qing said he’s not dead, but is he really not dead or just pretending?

”A grave robber?” Indeed, the Big Han glanced sideways at Fat Wang, seeming somewhat wary of him.

”Don’t listen to his nonsense...” Fat Wang quickly waved his hand and said, ”I do archaeological research, I’m an archaeology expert, an archaeology expert...”

Big Han didn’t pay too much attention to Fat Wang; he slowly sheathed his long knife and walked over to the stone coffin where he had been lying. Extending a large hand, he flipped the stone coffin over, setting it upside down on the ground. He removed the coffin’s lid and placed it a short distance away, then pointed to the lid and said to Ye Qing, ”Sit.”

”Don’t go over there,” Fat Wang whispered from the side, ”This guy reeks of weirdness; we don’t even know if he’s human or ghost. Find a chance to slip away quickly.”

Big Han glanced at Fat Wang, speechless.

Ye Qing took a deep breath and slowly walked over to sit by the lid. The lid of the stone coffin was very thick, and placed on the ground, it looked like a long bench — convenient for sitting.

Fat Wang remained behind, unwilling to move forward. He still suspected Big Han to be a reanimated corpse and was contemplating ways to leave the place.

In fact, Big Han paid no attention to Fat Wang. After Ye Qing sat down, he plopped onto the stone coffin behind him, sitting directly across from Ye Qing. They exchanged glances, and Big Han spoke first, ”Don’t you have any questions to ask me?”

”Nonsense, I have a lot of questions for you,” Ye Qing thought privately, but looking at Big Han, he was momentarily unsure how to begin.

After a moment of silence, Ye Qing suddenly looked at Big Han and asked, ”Why didn’t you attend the appointment?”

This question stunned both Fat Wang and Big Han, leaving Fat Wang bewildered as he looked at Ye Qing and said, ”Young Ye, aren’t you going to ask him how to get out of here? Why ask such nonsense? Besides, we’re here to find the Dao Saint’s Tomb; if you’re not asking how to get out, at least you should be asking where the Dao Saint’s Tomb is!”

Big Han glanced at Fat Wang again, then turned to Ye Qing and asked, ”Do you know who I am?”

”I don’t,” Ye Qing replied, ”but I can guess.”

Upon hearing this, Big Han burst into laughter, ”Hahaha, interesting, interesting!”

Ye Qing remained unfazed. Listening to Big Han, he knew he must have guessed correctly. The person before him was likely the founder of the Sword Saint Sect, the Dao Saint who had once traversed the Heaven Earth Man Three Gates!

In fact, Ye Qing had earlier suspected that the coffin was the Dao Saint’s coffin, and Fat Wang had then believed Ye Qing’s speculation. But when the coffin was opened and a young-looking Big Han emerged, it slightly altered their perception. After all, they never expected the Dao Saint to still be alive. Ye Qing’s guess turned out to be correct; this person was indeed the Dao Saint?

Big Han, or rather, the Dao Saint, laughed for a while and continued, ”I can answer your question...”

His words made Ye Qing’s heart leap. This question had long been a major concern for him, one he never expected to receive an answer to. If he truly obtained an answer, this trip would certainly not have been in vain.

”But...” the Dao Saint suddenly added a twist, looking at Ye Qing, ”As a return, you must answer a question for me first.”

”Ask away!” Ye Qing said straightforwardly, having no unspeakable secrets.

The Dao Saint looked at Ye Qing’s right hand, then at Ye Qing, seemingly contemplating something, hesitant as if uncertain which question to ask first. His reaction made Ye Qing feel a greater goodwill toward him. Supposedly, with the Dao Saint’s prowess, surpassing even the beyond peerless masters Ye Qing had encountered before, he could easily pressure Ye Qing if he wished to ask him something. But he chose this method of exchanging questions, showing fairness. And the most crucial point was that he only used Ye Qing’s one question to exchange for his answer — showcasing exceptional fairness. In truth, if he could resolve Ye Qing’s inner doubts, Ye Qing would be willing to answer however many questions he had.

The Dao Saint pondered for a while, finally seeming to decide and said to Ye Qing, ”You’ve entered the Tomb of Ghost Valley Master; did you see a sculpture inside?”

Ye Qing looked at the Dao Saint and asked, ”There are many sculptures inside the Tomb of Ghost Valley Master; which one are you referring to?”

”How should I put it?” the Dao Saint thought for a while and said, ”This sculpture is different from the others. The other sculptures can be suppressed using Shakyamuni’s Buddha’s relics, but this sculpture is an exception.”

Ye Qing’s heart stirred; listening to the Dao Saint, he seemed to know a lot about the Tomb of Ghost Valley Master. Not only did he know about the sculptures inside but also what suppressed those sculptures. How could he know about the situation inside the Tomb of Ghost Valley Master? Did he also enter the tomb?