A faint sense of heaviness washed over him. A series of roars echoed beside his ears.
Qin Heng slowly opened his eyes, like an Immortal God in ditation awakening from slumber.
He looked around, then glanced at the flight information in his hand, and imdiately understood the situation.
"I'm currently on a flight from London back to Tianhai, so I'm no longer in the Immortal realm," Qin Heng realized. He was extrely calm, showing no panic at the sudden change of environnt.
My Mana has vanished, and only a trace of my Divine Sense remains. Considering how I shattered the void, this must be a parallel world—one where I never cultivated. Heh, and I'm a profligate rich heir? Interesting!
Qin Heng, Earth's sole modern-era Cultivator, was a peerless genius, a true son of destiny! He achieved Qi Refinent at seven, Nascent Soul at eight, Returning to Empty at ten, Union with the Dao at thirteen, and successfully underwent Crossing Tribulation to ascend as an immortal at fifteen.
The mont he set foot in the Immortal realm, he instantly transcended the limits of Heavenly Immortals, True Immortals, and Golden Immortals to beco a Taiyi Golden Immortal. By eighteen, he had beco a Daluo Golden Immortal!
A year later, at nineteen, Qin Heng attained the Eternal!
He stood at the absolute pinnacle of the Immortal realm, dominating all under the heavens, becoming known as the Immortal Emperor—the most powerful being that ever was and ever would be.
No path lay before him. With no further progress possible, Qin Heng shattered the void, intending to transcend.
Unexpectedly, he arrived in a parallel world, reborn as his parallel self.
The sa parents, the sa younger sister... except in my previous life, they died in a car accident when I was six, Qin Heng mused, browsing through this life's mories with a touch of emotion. Now, it's different. They're all alive and well. My parents even grew their small family business into one of the country's top conglorates.
Without a doubt, Qin Heng in this life was a rich second-generation heir!
With family assets in the tens of trillions, his parents were too busy with work to look after him.
Thus, at just seventeen and still a high school senior, he never took his studies seriously. All he cared about was flying around the world to travel. He was, in fact, returning from a trip to London, on his way back to China.
Qin Heng closed his eyes again. This is quite nice. Before my cultivation bore fruit in my previous life, I endured a good deal of hardship. Right, I can't neglect my cultivation. When I shattered the void, I glimpsed a path beyond the Eternal—a completely new Realm! However, stepping into that Realm requires an incredibly profound foundation. My Foundation Establishnt techniques in my previous life were ordinary; I cultivated quickly, but my foundation wasn't up to par, so I couldn't enter that higher level. Although my talent is peerless, unprecedented throughout history, truly stepping into that new Realm still requires cultivating step by step. In this life, I won't attempt Crossing Tribulation to beco an immortal within ten years. I'll cultivate more slowly and build a solid foundation. Still, I need so ans of self-protection. For now, I'll cultivate to the peak of Qi Refinent. If any real trouble arises, I can probably reach the Golden Core Stage with just three or four days of focused effort. A Golden Core Stage Cultivator, with a single full-power strike, could pulverize Mount Everest. That should be enough to handle most problems on Earth.
His mind made up, Qin Heng began to cultivate. Though only a remnant of his Divine Sense remained—a re wisp in terms of quantity—its essence was that of an undying Primordial Spirit from the Eternal Realm.
Even though Earth's Heavenly Essence was thin, Qin Heng could easily gather a large amount of Yuan Qi.
Thus, with the airplane Qin Heng was on as the epicenter, Heavenly Essence surged in like a tempest, directly refined by his powerful Divine Sense and absorbed into his body.
Strengthening tendons, cleansing marrow, a complete tamorphosis—all accomplished in one smooth flow!
In re seconds, Qin Heng transford from an ordinary person into a Cultivator at the peak of Qi Refinent.
As for Cultivation Techniques? He had no need for them! With Qin Heng's profound understanding, born from an existence that touched the Eternal, any thod he used for cultivation was destined to be the absolute strongest. He required no specific Cultivation Technique whatsoever.
AH!
Suddenly, a sowhat panicked voice rang out.
It was a flight attendant who had lost her balance and accidentally stepped on Qin Heng's foot.
"I'm so sorry, sir, I'm truly sorry," the flight attendant quickly apologized. Her innocent and endearing appearance evoked a sense of pity.
"It's nothing," Qin Heng said, waving his hand dismissively.
However, the eyes of a middle-aged man sitting nearby lit up. His gaze fixed on the flight attendant, a greedy smile touching his lips.
Seeing that Qin Heng didn't bla her, the flight attendant breathed a sigh of relief. She bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, I was careless and disturbed you. Please allow
to get you a cup of coffee to help you relax."
"Thank you then," Qin Heng replied with a smile. "Qu Linglong. That's a nice na."
"Sir, how did you…" The flight attendant looked slightly surprised, then noticed her na badge had fallen from her breast pocket, likely dislodged during her earlier stumble.
Qu Linglong smiled sweetly and said politely, "You're very observant, sir. Please wait a mont; your coffee will be here shortly."
Her retreating figure was elegant and curvaceous, accentuated by the small heels she wore.
The middle-aged man from before unbuckled his seatbelt, took out his wallet, and followed Qu Linglong.
To get the coffee, Qu Linglong had to pass by the lavatory.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man appeared before her, blocking her path.
He took out twenty 50-British Pound notes from his wallet, waved them, and smirked. "Babe, keep
company."
With that, he gestured towards the nearby lavatory.
This was sothing he'd always wanted to try; the very thought was thrilling!
"Sir, what are you doing?" Qu Linglong flushed crimson with embarrassnt.
She was a recent university graduate, only on her third day on the job. Although she'd heard the flight attendant industry could be chaotic, she hadn't expected to encounter sothing like this so soon.
"What, you think it's not enough?" the middle-aged man frowned. "Girl, let
tell you, these 1,000 British Pounds are equivalent to at least 8,000 RMB. Keep
company, and you definitely won't lose out."
"Sir, please have so self-respect!" Qu Linglong took a deep breath. Inexperienced as she was, she felt utterly at a loss when faced with such a situation. Still, she forced herself to say, "If you continue like this, I'll call the air marshal!"
"Two thousand British Pounds." The middle-aged man calmly produced another small stack of notes and sneered, "Girl, I know what you flight attendants are like. Just trying to jack up the price, aren't you? Co on, keep
company, and these 2,000 British Pounds are yours."
"I'm really going to call security!" Qu Linglong cried, flushed with sha and anger. She never imagined she'd encounter sothing like this so soon after starting her career as a flight attendant.
"Five thousand British Pounds!" the middle-aged man's voice rose, his eyes fixed on Qu Linglong. "Money is just scrap paper to ! Five thousand! Are you coming or not?"
BANG!
Just then, a wallet suddenly flew through the air.
It struck the middle-aged man squarely in the face, interrupting him.
"Who was that?! Show yourself!" the middle-aged man roared, incandescent with rage. Soone had dared to hit him in the face!
"!"
Qin Heng walked over, gestured to the wallet on the floor, and said coolly, "If you don't want to die, pick it up and look inside."
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