Chapter 144: The Jurchens Are Fewer Than Ten Thousand, Yet Ten Thousand Cannot Defeat Them
Wanyan Wuqimai sneered coldly, took down his sword from the wall behind him, and said to the assembled ministers, “I will personally go to the Eastern City to oversee the troops. Let me see if our Great Jurchen nation will really be destroyed by the Song dynasty.”
“Your Majesty, you absolutely must not do this. The matter is far too perilous. As the emperor, your invaluable life is not suited for such risk at this moment,” Wanyan Satan urgently intervened, trying to stop Wanyan Wuqimai.
Wanyan Wuqimai waved his hand dismissively and said, “Our Great Jin nation was founded on horseback...”
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Chapter 1: Witnessing One’s Own Cremation
“I’m sorry, we’ve done all we can. Please prepare for the aftermath,” the doctor’s voice was soft outside the hospital room, but Lin Yu heard it clearly from his bed.
Perhaps one’s hearing becomes especially acute before death, particularly the sharp cries of his mother.
Lin Yu was not the first to die a heroic death, and he did not regret it; he only felt sorry for his mother.
His father died early; his mother single-handedly raised him, enduring countless hardships. Now, after entering Qinghe People’s Hospital with outstanding grades and life beginning to brighten for them, such a tragedy had struck.
“Damn fate,” Lin Yu cursed quietly. Good people truly receive no reward. His eyelids could no longer hold, and he slowly closed his eyes.
“My son!” A piercing wail suddenly jolted Lin Yu awake. Opening his eyes, he found himself standing at the foot of the bed, while his mother knelt on the bed, wailing uncontrollably.
“Mom, why are you crying? I’m right here, perfectly fine!” Lin Yu was overjoyed, believing he had miraculously recovered. He reached out and patted her, only to discover his hand passed straight through her body.
His mother did not react at all and continued crying bitterly.
Lin Yu’s expression changed. Looking up, he saw another version of himself lying on the bed—pale and lifeless.
Am I dead?
He looked at the pale, slightly transparent figure at the foot of the bed.
Lin Yu was stunned; it was true that the soul exists after death!
No matter what he said or did, his mother could not perceive him.
With the nurse’s help, his mother painfully dressed him in burial clothes, and the mortuary workers placed his body on a funeral vehicle.
His mother sat beside the body, tightly clutching his hand, tears streaming from swollen eyes. “Yu’er, go in peace. Once I settle things here, I’ll come be with you.”
To her, her son was everything. Without him, life held no meaning.
Hearing his mother contemplate ending her own life, Lin Yu panicked. Imitating scenes from movies about souls returning, he lay on the corpse, but it was useless—whenever he sat up, only his spirit remained.
The vehicle soon arrived at the crematorium. After paying fees, staff lightly applied makeup to Lin Yu’s body and handed a number tag to his mother. The crematory workers then wheeled his body into the furnace.
“No!” At the moment the workers pushed his body into the cremation chamber, Lin Yu broke down.
As his flesh burned, he felt his consciousness weaken, countless faint specks of light drifting away from him, his soul fading.
At the same time, another world suddenly appeared before his eyes: endless darkness, interspersed with fiery red flames and piercing screams.
Hell!
This was Lin Yu’s first thought, and overwhelming terror engulfed him.
His soul wildly dashed about in the air; light specks continued to drift from his spirit, rapidly increasing.
The hellish scene grew clearer, and a mysterious hoarse voice called to him from below.
Meanwhile, inside the crematorium, as Lin Yu’s body neared complete incineration, a jade-green pendant suddenly shone brightly amidst the flames.
This pendant had been left to him by his grandfather and worn since childhood. His mother had deliberately not removed it when dressing him for burial.
The pendant’s light intensified and suddenly shattered with a bang. A streak of jade-green light shot forth, instantly merging with Lin Yu’s soul.
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A hoarse, aged voice echoed in his mind: “I am your ancestor, a sage. From this day forth, you are my heir. Receive my medical arts and mystical techniques—heal the world, save others and yourself.”
Then the voice faded, and a flood of knowledge poured into Lin Yu’s mind: medical mysticism, cultivation techniques, and ancestral travel experiences.
Lin Yu felt exhilarated, as if a new world’s door had opened.
But the excitement quickly vanished. What use was secret knowledge to someone already on the brink of hell?
This thought flashed through his mind, and suddenly a memory about soul-returning techniques appeared.
The memory said that through soul-returning magic, a soul that has not dispersed after death can inhabit a body and be reborn.
However, Lin Yu’s body had turned to ash in the fire. Fortunately, there was a record of a soul-return method for damaged bodies: “When the body perishes, become a ghost, seek a living vessel, then possess it.”
Lin Yu gasped. This meant that since his body was destroyed, to revive, he must become a ghost and possess another’s living body.
In human consciousness, ghosts are embodiments of evil. Moreover, if he took over another’s body, wouldn’t that be tantamount to stealing their life?
While hesitating, Lin Yu’s soul grew fainter, becoming a mere shadow. The call from hell grew more urgent.
Biting his lip, Lin Yu looked at the corpses being wheeled into the crematorium and suddenly had an idea: if dead bodies wouldn’t work, maybe living dead bodies would?
Minutes later, Lin Yu arrived at Qinghe’s largest care center for vegetative patients.
Many vegetative patients lack consciousness and never awaken—they live only physically. Lin Yu reasoned that possessing such a person wouldn’t count as murder.
He first searched room by room, seeking a suitable body.
But his consciousness continued fading, soon on the verge of disappearing, and the hellish call grew desperate.
Lin Yu had no time to think further. He fixed on a twenty-something male vegetative patient, recited the soul-return spell, and suddenly his spirit transformed into a wisp of white smoke, plunging recklessly inside.
“You won’t escape!” The call turned into a piercing scream, and Lin Yu lost all consciousness.
When Lin Yu awakened again, the brightness was blinding. After a moment, his eyes adjusted. Looking down, he found himself lying in a hospital bed.
He had succeeded!
Excited almost to shouting, Lin Yu sat up abruptly, examined his new body, hastily tore out the IV tubes, and jumped off the bed. But his legs buckled, and he fell.
Likely due to prolonged immobility, the young man’s muscles were slightly atrophied.
Lin Yu staggered up, glanced at the calendar on the wall—it was the next day. Touching the bed and wall, feeling their coldness, it all seemed like a dream. He had died yesterday and now come back to life.
After moving about to adjust to the new body, he eagerly rushed out of the hospital, with only one thought: to see his mother.
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The bun shop was crowded. A dozen or so thugs were loudly demanding repayment from Lin Yu’s mother.
To pay for Lin Yu’s surgery, she had been forced to borrow tens of thousands at high interest. Upon hearing of Lin Yu’s death, the thugs grew impatient and came to collect.
“Please, I’ll sell the shop in a few days and pay you back. I beg you to leave for now,” Lin Yu’s mother pleaded with swollen, red eyes, wanting to disperse them quickly so her son’s departure would be peaceful.
“Damn, this broken shop is worth hardly anything. Your son’s dead, and if we leave now, and you run away, who will pay us?” snarled the leader, a blond thug.
“Don’t worry, I won’t run. As soon as I raise the money, I’ll pay you back,” she replied.
“No way. Today, no matter what, we want the money!” The blond thug was relentless.
“But I really don’t have any now. You know all the money went to treat my son,” she said, voice hoarse and pleading.
“No money? Fine. Then transfer your dilapidated house to us to settle the debt,” the thug said with a calculating glint in his eyes.
Lin Yu’s mother was stunned. The house was left by her father-in-law—old but in a great location. Qinghe’s real estate prices meant it was worth at least two to three million. This was outright robbery.
But now her son was dead, and the house had no meaning. Clearing the debt would allow her peace.
With a despairing nod, she was about to agree when a sharp voice interrupted from outside.
“No! Our house is worth millions! This is robbery!”
Lin Yu, controlling his new body, burst in energetically.
“Fuck! Who’s this wild brat? Mind your own business!” The blond thug saw Lin Yu in a hospital gown and assumed he was a madman. He rushed forward and slapped him.
Lin Yu instinctively dodged and pushed. The thug flew five or six meters, arcing through the air, crashing into a table.
“Kill him!” The thug screamed, clutching his chest. At his command, a dozen others charged, surrounding Lin Yu and beating him with punches and kicks.
Lin Yu raised his hands to fight back.
The bun shop erupted in screams. The thugs howled in pain.
Despite their numbers, not one managed to touch Lin Yu’s clothes. His fists landed like collisions with trucks, knocking them down with a single blow.
Lin Yu was equally shocked. They say possession grants supernatural strength—it was true. Moreover, their movements seemed slow and easy to dodge.
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“Call the police! Call the police!” The blond thug was terrified. He’d seen fighters before but never one like this—almost supernatural.
Hearing the threat to call the police, Lin Yu’s mother rushed over, grabbed his hand, and urged, “Young man, they’re calling the police. Please leave. I’ll handle this.”
“Mom, what are you saying? I can’t leave you,” Lin Yu said, tears welling. Being alive to see his mother again was the greatest joy.
Hearing him call her “Mom” caused her to freeze, staring at him blankly.
Seeing her look, Lin Yu suddenly realized: he was alive but in another body. His mother did not recognize him.
“Sorry, ma’am. Seeing you reminded me of my own mother, so I spoke without thinking. Please don’t mind,” Lin Yu quickly lied to avoid frightening her.
“That’s fine, young man. You should go. Our troubles shouldn’t drag you down,” she said, gently pushing him outside.
Lin Yu said nothing, grabbed chopsticks from the table, and hurled them at the blond thug. With a bang, the chopsticks pinned the thug’s phone—just as he was dialing 110—to the wall.
The thug turned pale. The chopsticks were a mere centimeter from his ear. One misstep, and it could have been his head.
“Help! He’s killing me! Help!” the thug screamed, full of grievance. They were the ones owed money, after all.
“Stop shouting. I’ll pay Aunt Qin’s debt,” Lin Yu said coldly. Since he had returned to life, he would take responsibility.
“Young man, how can that be? We just met, how can you pay for me?” Lin Yu’s mother looked at him in puzzlement, feeling a strange familiarity.
She was not surprised he knew her surname. Many knew about her son’s heroic death. Her name and contact info had been circulated, and many kind people had come to bid farewell, all of whom she declined.
“Fine, you say that, so give us the money,” the blond thug said, uninterested in why Lin Yu was paying.
“Give me three days,” Lin Yu replied.
The thug was silent, unimpressed by the confident claim.
“What’s the matter? You don’t believe me?” Lin Yu’s tone grew cold.
“No, I believe you, but you gotta tell me your name,” the thug shivered under Lin Yu’s icy gaze.
His name? Right, he left in a hurry this morning and hadn’t caught the young man’s name.
“Don’t worry. What I promised, I’ll do. Three days from now, right here. Just come, and I’ll pay everything back with interest,” Lin Yu said with confidence.
His assurance stemmed from the body he now inhabited. Since this young man had been in a care center, his family might have some money—at least tens of thousands—to borrow before Lin Yu earned his own.
Having witnessed Lin Yu’s skill, the thug dared not argue further. Just as he was about to nod, his gaze suddenly fixed outside, as if drawn by something.
Lin Yu followed his eyes to the door. A red BMW 5 Series had arrived. The door opened, revealing a slender, fair leg. A tall, stunning woman in a white Bohemian dress stepped out.
She brushed back her long black hair and removed her sunglasses. Her fair skin and exquisite features were breathtaking. The thug and his men were dumbfounded.
Lin Yu was also captivated. The woman’s beauty and aura were extraordinary.
She glanced at the bun shop, frowned slightly, and quickly walked inside.
“Miss, want to buy some buns? What filling would you like?” Lin Yu blurted out. Having helped his mother sell buns before, this had become a reflex.
“What did you call me?” The woman glanced coldly at him, displeased.
“Miss,” Lin Yu replied, puzzled. It was the first time someone seemed unwilling to be called that.
The woman sized him up and said coldly, “Oh? He Jia Rong, two months in a coma, doesn’t even recognize his own wife.”
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The First Emperor of the Great Song
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