Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 19 Inspecting the Dungeon

The warehouse was in the backyard. When Lin Qing came out, he had changed into a uniform. It was dark blue, made of cotton, warm and neat. He had a sword slung over his left arm and a waist tag hanging on his right.

"Brother Lin, the treatment of corpse collectors is quite good. They receive one tael of silver per month, meat at every meal, and a bowl of nourishing soup every day. The work is not too heavy; it mainly involves patrolling the dungeon and disposing of corpses. We'll discuss these details when Lord Yang arrives," Yu Qiuyu explained.

"Okay." Lin Qing nodded slightly.

The two chatted as they walked into a small house next door, where they drank tea and waited for Yang Feng to arrive.

A short while later, with a creak, Yang Feng pushed open the door and entered.

"Greetings, Lord Yang." Both of them stood up.

Yang Feng gestured for the two to sit down: "There's no need for so many formalities here. Lin Qing, come with me."

"it is good."

The two went out one after the other. As Yang Feng walked out of the courtyard, he said softly, "Now I will take you to see Chief Envoy Cheng. Every constable has to go through this process. Don't be nervous. Chief Envoy Cheng is a person of excellent character and manners."

"Okay," Lin Qingying replied.

The two soon arrived at the center of the Zhenhun Division's courtyard, where there was an extremely tall pavilion with seven floors.

"Is Lord Cheng here?" Yang Feng asked the guard standing at the entrance of the pavilion.

"On the top floor," the man replied.

The two immediately went to the seventh floor, and were led by another constable to an inner room.

"Lord Cheng, Officer Yang requests an audience."

"Come in." A man's voice came from inside, sounding slightly tired.

As Lin Qing pushed open the door, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted towards him. His gaze swept across the room and he saw a middle-aged man dressed in black with slightly graying temples sitting upright in a chair. He was tall and dignified, exuding an extraordinary air.

"Greetings, Lord Cheng!" Lin Qing shouted.

Cheng Yannian looked Lin Qing up and down: "Not bad, you've made some progress in half a year. It's precisely because of geniuses like you joining the Soul Suppression Division that there is hope for the future."

"I dare not accept such praise," Lin Qing said solemnly.

Seeing that Lin Qing's expression was normal, Cheng Yannian's eyes flashed with admiration: "Not bad. Many newcomers can't even speak properly when they meet me for the first time. It's very rare to see someone as humble yet confident as you. I'm very satisfied with you."

As Cheng Yannian spoke, he pulled a thick book from the bookshelf beside him.

"This is a sword technique called 'Lone Goose Reflecting its Shadow.' Ordinary constables learn the 'Gentle Breeze Sword Technique,' which is easy to learn but of average quality. This 'Lone Goose Reflecting its Shadow' is much stronger than the 'Gentle Breeze Sword Technique.' Go and practice it diligently. If you can master it within seven days, I will give you a fine sword."

"Thank you, sir." Lin Qing accepted the scroll, feeling quite grateful, and silently noted down this favor.

"Yang Feng, nurture him well, he's a promising talent, we can't let him go to waste," Cheng Yannian instructed again.

"Yes, sir," Yang Feng replied loudly.

"Go ahead," Cheng Yannian waved his hand.

The two went out.

"Since Chief Envoy Cheng values ​​you so much, you must practice this sword technique diligently," Yang Feng instructed.

"Alright, I will certainly not let Lord Cheng down," Lin Qing replied. However, despite his words, he felt considerable pressure, as Cheng Yannian's test was indeed very difficult.

If "Lone Goose Reflecting its Shadow" is truly a good sword technique, then its difficulty might be even greater than "Eight Strikes of the Spirit Snake," and it's not something that can be learned casually.

It's very difficult to achieve mastery in seven days without the help of a record of past lives.

He pondered for a moment, then asked, "Sir, when will the body be collected?"

"Starting tomorrow, I'll take you on a patrol of the dungeon today," Yang Feng said in a deep voice.

"it is good."

A short while later, the two returned to the mortuary and went straight to the backyard.

North of the courtyard stood a house three zhang tall, built of gray and white stone strips. Yang Feng pushed open the door, and Lin Qing felt a gust of cold wind rush towards him. He then saw a stone staircase winding down.

"Do you know what's in the dungeon?" Yang Feng asked.

"Could he be a criminal?" Lin Qing asked back.

"Of course not. The prisoners are held in the yamen jail, but the dungeon holds vengeful corpses and evil spirits. You'll know once you take a walk inside." Yang Feng took the lead and walked inside, his figure quickly swallowed by the darkness.

Lin Qing immediately followed, and the moment he stepped into the shadows, he felt a chill run through his entire body.

"The evil energy here is several times stronger than outside. If you are not a Ming Jin martial artist, you will die if you step in."

"Now, I'll show you around the first floor. When you break through to the Ming Jin level and enter the An Jin level, you can enter the second floor." Yang Feng's voice echoed in the dark corridor.

"Okay," Lin Qing replied.

"Remember, everything you hear or see here is illusory. Just keep moving forward," Yang Feng instructed again.

As Lin Qing listened, he observed his surroundings. After reaching the end of the stone steps, he came to a corridor with rows of prison cells on both sides. A lantern emitting a crimson glow hung at the door, inside which was a bronze bell. Directly below were corpses, their heads and hearts firmly nailed to them with a copper nail.

Suddenly, Lin Qing heard some strange noises and saw strange images flashing before his eyes.

"My lord, come and play..."

"Lin Qing, I possess a supreme martial arts manual..."

"Lin Qing, help me escape this place, and I will grant you eternal life..."

Lin Qing remained calm, completely ignoring everything.

"How is it? Did you feel it?" Yang Feng asked, turning around.

"There is indeed something unusual," Lin Qing replied.

"Not bad. You have a low-grade Yin Bone, yet you walk among them so naturally, which shows that you have a remarkable character." Yang Feng said, stopping outside a certain cell. "The people imprisoned in here are all vengeful corpses, and evil spirits lurk within."

If someone dies and the body is not disposed of immediately, it can be invaded by evil spirits. When combined with resentment, it can easily breed evil spirits. If someone touches it, they may lose their life, causing endless harm.

Such corpses cannot be disposed of by simple cremation. They must first be stored here, illuminated by rouge lamps, and their souls sealed with soul-suppressing nails, until the evil spirits dissipate, before cremation.

As Yang Feng spoke, he unlocked the brass lock on the door in front of him and led Lin Qing into the cell.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Qing discovered that the body inside was that of an elderly man. He was physically robust, with calluses on his palms, clearly indicating that he had been a martial artist in life.

Yang Feng pointed to the bronze bell hanging above his head.

"This bell was specially made by the Craftsmen's Office. It can be used to detect evil spirits. As long as the bell keeps vibrating, it means that there is still resentment in the corpse. Conversely, it means that the resentment has dissipated and the evil spirit has been eliminated. It can be taken out of the cell and sent to the crematorium for disposal," Yang Feng explained.

Lin Qing nodded slightly: "Understood."

"Sometimes, the Soul-Suppressing Nails will fail, and evil spirits will rush out of the corpse, scattering the rouge lamps hanging outside the door. Remember, if this happens, immediately step back and report to me, and I will send someone to handle it," Yang Feng added.

"it is good."

As Yang Feng spoke, he removed the Soul-Suppressing Nails from the corpse's forehead and heart one by one, and then suddenly sighed.

"This is Old Yang. He's been with me for eight years. You joined the corpse collection team to take his place. It's a pity he died at the hands of that old hag Yin Muhua. Let's go, take him to the crematorium." Yang Feng sighed suddenly, a look of sadness appearing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Lin Qing said with deep respect, and moved the body out of the room.

Yang Feng also walked out of the cell and locked the door. Lin Qing's gaze swept across the room and landed at the end of the corridor, where there was a wooden door that seemed to lead to the next floor.

"The vengeful corpses imprisoned on this level were either ordinary people or Ming Jin martial artists in life, so the evil spirits they spawned are not too strong. The next level imprisoned are all corpses of An Jin martial artists. It's too dangerous for you to go down now; you might lose your life. Let's talk about it later," Yang Feng explained.

"Alright." Lin Qing nodded, his heart burning with excitement. If he could cremate all the corpses in this dungeon, he wondered how many powerful martial arts techniques he could obtain.