When martial arts became a legend, corpse hauling was the only respectable job left.
Chen Qing is a corpse hauler in an underground city. Every day, he picks up bodies at the edge of the restricted zone, collects his wages, and supports his younger sister. His motto in life is simple: money first, safety second, conscience... depends on the price.
Then he carried back an “undecaying corpse,” and a Martial Saint mark was branded onto his chest. A new line appeared in his debt ledger:
“Save humanity. Payment negotiable.”
Chen Qing looked at the words and did the math:
· Cost: Might get killed
· Reward: Unknown
· Risk factor: Off the charts
“This deal is a huge loss. I want more money.”
And so the stingiest savior in history set out on his journey.
He kept score in his ledger, fought with an abacus, and used his streetwise logic to solve ancient mysteries.
When faced with the schemes of powerful clans, he charged them “emotional distress damages.”
When threatened by evil creatures from the restricted zone, he demanded “overtime pay.”
Even when the Grand Princess sought a husband, he seriously asked, “How much is the dowry? Does it include a pension?”
Others cultivated through talent. Chen Qing grew stronger by doing the math.
The Burial Sea Art? First, he had to calculate the “depreciation cost” of absorbing resentment.
The Azure Sea Art? He needed to assess the “operating costs” of circulating vital energy.
Even when the Dragon King’s inheritance landed right in front of him, his first thought was, “Can I charge royalties for this thing?”
When the apocalypse arrived, everyone looked to the corpse hauler covered in the stench of money.
Chen Qing opened the last page of his ledger. It read:
“Payment for saving the world: All of humanity owes me its life.”
“Payment plan: Everyone treats me a little better each day.”
Quite interesting