Urban Martial Saint

Chapter 1581 - 1581: The Secret Room in the Warehouse

The crowd argued back and forth, unable to reach a conclusion, all worried about being stuck here."Everyone shut the hell up!" Handsome Fatty Wang couldn't take it anymore and roared, "The rope's broken, so we're screwed, huh?"

"Then how do we get out?" Everyone immediately looked at Handsome Fatty Wang.

"Nonsense, if we can't go up, why not just walk out the main door?" Handsome Fatty Wang looked at the ceiling and said in a deep voice, "The person up there is probably the guard of this secret warehouse. Knowing we've hauled things up to the cliff top, they've gone up there to stop us. While no one's down here, let's hurry out. It's much easier than climbing up!"

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?" The crowd was overjoyed, looking around to find Ye Qing already at the entrance of one of the doors.

"There are two doors here, which one leads out?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Who cares? Follow that kid, can't go wrong!" Handsome Fatty Wang pointed at Ye Qing and took the lead.

Ye Qing ignored the others like Handsome Fatty Wang behind him; he just wanted to quickly climb to the cliff top to assist Huangfu Ziyu. As Handsome Fatty Wang said, the best way to leave now is through the front entrance of this secret warehouse.

There were two doors here, and Ye Qing wasn't sure which one led outside, so he could only choose based on orientation, opting for this door.

He pushed the door open and entered a long corridor. The hallway was lined with light tubes, making it brightly lit.

Walking down the corridor, it wasn't long before Ye Qing reached the end and stood at the entrance of a secret chamber.

The door to the chamber was closed, making it impossible to see inside from the outside. However, standing there, Ye Qing could vaguely hear voices inside, indicating the door's soundproofing wasn't bad. Otherwise, with Ye Qing's current hearing, he would be able to hear clearly.

Hearing the faint voices inside, Ye Qing was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected people here. Logically, there should be two groups guarding the place: one inside the secret warehouse to deal with Handsome Fatty Wang, and another at the top to block the famed instrument. So why were there people here?

With doubts in mind, Ye Qing walked up and suddenly kicked the door of the chamber open.

The space inside the chamber was large, even bigger than that of the secret warehouse. There were over a dozen people, most of them busy with some devices, busy with who knows what. Five others were seated on a sofa, seemingly in discussion.

As Ye Qing kicked open the door, everyone busy inside turned to look at him. Most were surprised, as if they hadn't expected Ye Qing to make it here.

Among them was a man with a sinister look on his face, none other than the Grand Sect Master of the South Ridge Sect. Seeing Ye Qing enter, he immediately frowned deeply.

He had actually been here for a while and knew about someone stealing the famed instrument. But he had already sent several sect masters to handle it, while he stayed behind to reassure those researching the famed instruments, not wanting them to know what had happened. On the other hand, he was confident in his subordinates' abilities, thinking they could handle it. Never in his dreams did he imagine his subordinates would fail, letting Ye Qing and his crew into the chamber.

"What's... what's going on here?" a man asked the Grand Sect Master in unfamiliar Huaxia. He looked Asian but was short and difficult to tell which country he was from.

Seeing this, the Third Sect Master standing next to the Grand Sect Master quickly laughed and said, "Don't worry, Envoy, everything is under control!"

The man looked at the Third Sect Master, then at the Grand Sect Master, and said coldly, "It seems your control here isn't enough. Let's discuss our cooperation when you've fully got a handle on things. For now, focus on taking care of those two tasks before discussing your wife's matter!"

With that, the man stood up and left angrily, not showing the Grand Sect Master or the Third Sect Master any respect.

The Third Sect Master laughed awkwardly, full of embarrassment. The Grand Sect Master's face, however, turned ice-cold, eyes filled with hatred. But he didn't dare to make a move against the man, instead turning his gaze to Ye Qing and company.

His gaze swept over Ye Qing's group, finally settling on Ye Qing himself, recognizing something unusual about him.

The Third Sect Master, lacking the Grand Sect Master's capabilities, immediately spotted Handsome Fatty Wang, his eyes wide with fury as he shouted, "Fatty Wang, you damn *****! How dare you cause trouble here? Do you have a death wish?"

Handsome Fatty Wang, who'd seen the Third Sect Master before, knew these two people in front had significant status within the South Ridge Sect. He quietly stepped back, suddenly pointing at Ye Qing and said, "Third Sect Master, this has nothing to do with me. That kid made us do it!"

"What the hell?" Ye Qing glared at Handsome Fatty Wang, nearly kicking him. This bastard! How could he be so shameless? When did I ever make them do anything?

"He made you?" The Third Sect Master paused, looking at Ye Qing, whom he didn't recognize: "Who are you?"

Ye Qing did not respond, only stared coldly at the Grand Sect Master, whose gaze made Ye Qing feel somewhat uncomfortable all over.

"It seems you're the one who broke into my manor last night!" The Grand Sect Master looked coldly at Ye Qing and said in a deep voice, "To be able to break my Dragon-Slaying Dagger, it's quite rare for a young man to have such strength like yours!"

"A few tomb robbers getting to this point is also very rare!" Ye Qing replied calmly.

"How dare you talk like that?" The Third Sect Master was furious and wanted to charge forward, but was directly stopped by the Grand Sect Master extending his hand.

"Young man, to have such strength at such a young age, you definitely have a bright future ahead." The Grand Sect Master looked at Ye Qing and said, "I appreciate talent, and I see you as talented, so I'll give you a chance. Return those famed instruments to me and come work for me. I can teach you all my martial arts and make you one of the sect leaders of the South Ridge Sect, allowing you to hold the wealth of the world. What do you think?"

"Your words are quite overconfident, aren't they?" Ye Qing sneered and said, "Holding the wealth of the world? Ridiculous! Even the Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance wouldn't dare to say such things, yet you dare? Do you really consider yourself a big shot?"

"Are you saying you're with the Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance?" The Grand Sect Master's face turned cold.

Ye Qing said coldly, "I can't claim to be with the Seven Steering Committees of the Hong Alliance, I just think your South Ridge Sect doesn't have the strength to make such claims!"

"Humph, you certainly have a big mouth!" The Grand Sect Master said coldly, "The South Ridge Sect has always been low-key, not showing itself, which has led the world to misunderstand and think we are weak. It seems today, I must show you the strength of the South Ridge Sect to teach you some humility!"

Hearing this, Handsome Fatty Wang and others retreated a bit, knowing a fight was likely to start.

"Brother, don't get excited, let me handle this!" The Third Sect Master quickly said.

The Grand Sect Master looked at Ye Qing and then at the Third Sect Master, slowly nodding, "Very well!"

The Third Sect Master stepped forward, staring coldly at Ye Qing, "Kid, state your name, I never kill unknown ghosts!"

"My name is Ye Qing!" Ye Qing replied calmly.

"Ye Qing!?" The Third Sect Master was stunned for a moment, exchanging glances with the Grand Sect Master before saying in a deep voice, "You... you are the closed-door disciple of Northern Fist King Li Changqing?"

"So you know my name!" Ye Qing laughed, "In that case, why don't you dare to step aside?"

"Humph, even if Northern Fist King Li Changqing came himself, we wouldn't care. You, a mere snot-nosed boy, dare to be so arrogant here, truly courting death!" The Third Sect Master shouted angrily, charging at Ye Qing with a step and striking at him, yelling, "Let me teach you a lesson first!"

The Third Sect Master's sudden move startled Ye Qing, as his speed was incredibly fast, and his moves were extremely peculiar. Even with Ye Qing's strength, he nearly fell for it. Fortunately, at the critical moment, Ye Qing employed the Heavenly Gangs and Northern Dipper Stepping Technique, retreating two consecutive steps, narrowly avoiding the Third Sect Master's strike.

"Oh?" The Third Sect Master missed his strike, showing some confusion but quickly followed up with another punch.

This time, Ye Qing was prepared and did better than before. Seeing the Third Sect Master's punch coming, Ye Qing swept his right arm across, employing Wing Chun Fist's close combat techniques, effortlessly deflecting the Third Sect Master's attack.

"Wing Chun Fist!" The Third Sect Master snorted, not retreating, his attacks rapid, punching at Ye Qing again and again.

Ye Qing blocked several punches from the Third Sect Master and quickly assessed his condition. His strength was slightly stronger than Northern Martial Zen Wanyan King and others, however, his moves were exceptionally tricky, and his speed was very fast, much better than Northern Martial Zen and Wanyan King. If it came to a fight, Northern Martial Zen and Wanyan King would undoubtedly not be his match.

Lucky for Ye Qing, his meridians were fully open, allowing him to channel the Inner Strength infused by Third Master Li in his body, otherwise, he might not even withstand three moves from the Third Sect Master.

The Grand Sect Master watched from a distance as Ye Qing exchanged blows with the Third Sect Master, clearly surprised by Ye Qing's strength.

After watching for a few minutes, the Grand Sect Master's expression suddenly changed, calling out urgently, "Third Brother, step back!"

The Grand Sect Master, with keen eyesight, had noticed a flaw exposed by the Third Sect Master and wanted him to retreat quickly.

However, it was already too late. Ye Qing swept his right hand across, directly grabbing the Third Sect Master's arm, shouting coldly, "Come here!"