I, the public enemy

Chapter 1 Heretic body outside the body

After Wang Qing used his knee to break the spine of an adult man, he folded the upper and lower body together, wrapped it in a piece of coarse cloth, held the two ends with his large hands, and repeatedly rotated it hundreds of times with his hands as if wringing out clothes.

Blood was squeezed from the cloth and flowed into the glass tank below, with little waste. The pool was a deep crimson, and the blood jets created swirling bubbles that floated on the surface, tasting somewhat fishy and sweet.

Wang Qing only let go after twisting the red hemp rope into a sturdy, fully stretched rope, then threw it into the trash can; it was so taut it could stand upright.

There were about fifty of these red hemp ropes in the bucket.

He took off his splash-proof hood and rubber gloves, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked slightly tired.

The rusty exhaust fan in the basement turned weakly, and the half-wall tiles were covered with splattered dark brown patches. The white light tubes covered with insect corpses made Wang Qing's tall figure look even longer.

"What time is it now?"

Wang Qing asked his subordinates, who were in charge of emptying the organs, that today's work was almost finished.

"12:30."

The person wearing a gas mask answered.

"It's already noon. I only asked the school for half a day off, and I have to go back to class. After refining and purifying this vat of blood essence, I'll take it to the pharmaceutical company's middleman at the handover point tomorrow night. I've already negotiated the price: seven and a half million."

Wang Qing untied his leather butcher's apron, revealing a low-class outfit—a black tracksuit.

Because it is an illegal business, and it involves the risks of production and transportation, the profit margin is considerable.

In the afternoon, there was something like a flying sword class, and during evening self-study, we had to go to the school's spiritual vein to swipe our cards and practice breathing exercises. The cost of a regular meditation room was 300 yuan per hour.

"Brother Qing, you don't need to go to school. You're capable enough to get into a good university. It's fine if you don't go to school. After we finish this job, let's go to the high-heel shoe store and have some fun."

After spending the past two weeks together, the masked man could only look up to the seventeen-year-old high school boy with awe.

On the surface, he only appears to be at the third level of Qi Refining, but in reality, he has concealed his cultivation level in some way.

Those at the Foundation Establishment stage are annihilated in a single encounter; their power is simply boundless.

In the makeshift hospitals where scholars are poor and warriors are rich, pursuing high school cultivation requires a lot of money.

The masked man was originally a henchman of a debt collection gang. Wang Qing had taken on a lot of debts owed by the clients. The leader of the Foundation Establishment stage gang took the masked man to collect the debts, but the leader was killed by Wang Qing.

There is no loyalty or righteousness in this line of work; whoever can earn more money by leading others will be the one in jail.

In this world where capital reigns supreme, Wang Qing had to build a vested interest group and took over this debt collection gang, becoming its leader. In addition to debt collection, he was also currently running other businesses, such as providing raw materials for pharmaceutical products to brokers of pharmaceutical companies.

The masked man knew that Wang Qing was no ordinary person and was destined to go to university to compete with the heroes of the world. With his abilities, there was nothing to learn in high school; he should just study hard.

"The system has changed now; children of non-elite talents are required to have perfect attendance."

In order to retain his student status and participate in the college entrance examination, Wang Qing had to go back to class.

In his previous life, he reached the Tribulation Transcending Realm, only half a step away from the end of the Immortal Path. He was a Supreme cultivator, a giant of the Demonic Path, and created the peerless Emperor Technique, [Outer Path Body Outside Body].

One month ago.

With his own immortal tribulation approaching and besieged by various supreme beings, he was in dire straits. In order to rise again, he could only exert all his power to perform the Emperor's Technique.

The peerless imperial technique, an unorthodox method, will plant a demon in the hearts of all those who have practiced any of the methods he created, making them a part of him, or an avatar of the original self, or a target of possession.

This student, named Wang Qing, once downloaded a part of his own teachings through a mysterious website link, practiced it, and it became one of his own clones.

In this world's parlance, it's called "time travel," and Wang Qing got the hang of that term.

When Wang Qing first arrived here, he was also quite bewildered by the postmodern architectural complex, neon light boxes, hovercars, the Internet, psionic cybernetic bodies, and immortal battle armor.

He's pretty much used to it now.

However, some questions remain unresolved. Originally, I thought I would transmigrate into someone I knew, or at the very least, a disciple of a demonic sect with their own lineage.

But that wasn't the case at all; instead, we found ourselves in a completely unfamiliar world called a makeshift hospital.

The makeshift hospital is a completely enclosed super building with eighty-one floors. Each floor is an incomparably vast world, still a world where cultivation level is the primary factor and immortality is the most respected.

It is the last paradise that exists after the destruction of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

That's at least what the history books inside the makeshift hospitals say.

Wang Qing believed that the battle a month ago was not that intense, and the timing didn't match up.

Either the higher-ups at the makeshift hospital were lying, or they had actually traveled to countless years after the destruction of all the worlds.

Currently, the former seems more likely.

Because the external body of the heretic is infinitely close to the immortal technique, it can traverse the long river of time. Although it was created by Wang Qing himself, it is not perfect and is uncontrollable and has a strong randomness.

To put it simply, there are quite a few bugs, but the program can still run.

Who created the website that the original owner clicked on, and how come those people also created their own methods?

It can only be preliminarily determined that those people were terrorists inside the makeshift hospital.

Here, the demonic forces are classified as terrorist organizations.

Due to its terrifying search efforts, methods of crackdown, and system of collective punishment, ordinary people dare not even utter the words "demonic path," as it is a slippery slope that cannot be touched.

In the makeshift hospitals, knowledge is paid for, cultivation resources are monopolized by various companies, cultivation techniques and mental cultivation methods require payment for intellectual property rights, and spiritual veins are sealed off by buildings, belonging to private/corporate property, with no spiritual energy in public areas.

Many demonic techniques are disseminated free of charge, granting power without the need for spiritual veins; one can gain power simply by committing crimes. This is unreasonable and even reactionary to the existing system within the Sky Cabin.

Therefore, those who are classified as terrorists have zero tolerance. If given a list, the Immortal Armor Anti-Terrorist Force will launch a devastating attack.

"Rules are made by people. As long as Qing-ge shows his ability, wouldn't the principal just use back channels to easily secure the title of the top student's alma mater?"

The masked man really couldn't understand what unspeakable secret Brother Qing had, or if the whole "elite talent's children" thing was just an excuse.

Wang Qing remained silent. In terms of age, he was alright; in his previous life, he had only taken nine hundred years to reach the Supreme Realm, which was considered quite young in the cultivation world. However, compared to these Qinggouzi children who were not even fifty years old, being praised for being young still felt somewhat incongruous.

Now, with only minor repairs, his physical strength is as weak as an ant, and after performing the Emperor's Technique, his spiritual sea is almost exhausted, and his cultivation is completely ruined.

Foundation Establishment cultivators can still use their remaining sea of ​​consciousness to suppress and kill, Core Formation cultivators can also kill those above their level, and for those above that level, one would have to use great methods, but this weak and feeble body is completely unable to withstand it.

His actual cultivation level is only at the third level of Qi Refining, so he must proceed with extreme caution.

The original owner of this body had gone bankrupt due to taking out small loans and had ties to the demonic path, which couldn't be exposed and had to be dealt with slowly.

Office workers, street kids, homeless people—this is the ecosystem inside the makeshift hospital.

Just then, the cell phone rang.

Wang Qing gestured for his men to be quiet before answering the phone.

"Sis, what's wrong?"

Wang Qing's family background was a standard one; while not wealthy, it was above average, as most families couldn't even afford high school tuition.

The parents are working on another floor of the makeshift hospital, and there are communication barriers between each floor, making it impossible to contact them. The current guardian is his sister.

【What's going on? Debt collection calls are coming to my door, and I came to the school to look for you but couldn't find you anywhere. Where have you been?】

Wang Qing gestured for his men to come and refine the glass tanks filled with cultivators' blood and qi. He had already optimized the circuit structure in the refining equipment, making it a foolproof operation that they could handle.

He immediately left the basement, walked up the messy stairs, and appeared in an alleyway full of garbage.

The main purpose is to let my girlfriends hear the sounds of traffic outside.

"I'm having milk tea with my classmates."

Wang Qing told lies and came to the main road.

The upper parts of those skyscrapers are embedded in the perpetual gray fog; the streets are narrow, with only a sliver of sky visible, but even that is only obscured by psychedelic clouds.

Large particles of dust soaked the neon-lit GG signs, turning the fluorescent grime into a hazy palette of colors. The street's drainage system was in terrible disarray, with sewage flowing everywhere. Holographic GGs expanded between the buildings.

The smiles of movie stars and singers, bathed in dust, gleamed with a captivating allure.

The flow of people was desolate, and most of the people on the street had brightly colored hair, strange tattoos, and mechanical bodies equipped with psionic technology. There were also many shacks made of rags by homeless people on the street corners.

[Milk tea? Milk...tea? Do you know how many online lending platforms called today? You still have time to drink milk tea? I haven't paid attention to you for two months, I really... Hurry up and come to school! I want to see you right now!]

After saying that, Wang Meng angrily hung up the phone.

Wang Qing frowned in thought. He knew that the original owner of this body had an older sister and an older brother. His older brother was already dead, and he had never met his older sister before. Today was the first time they had ever spoken.

I checked my bank account balance on my phone. I had over 800,000 yuan, enough to buy a decent internal combustion engine car, but I didn't have a driver's license.

You can also pay off all the money and interest from online lending platforms, and the debt will only be around 400,000 yuan.

Wang Qing acknowledged the debt, but he refused to pay.

Anyway, let's go to school first.

Feeling a fishy smell, Wang Qing went to a convenience store and bought a bottle of insecticide spray. He sprayed it on himself like perfume and sniffed his collar to cover up the smell.

Wang Qing immediately hailed a taxi to go to the school to see his guardian.