"Is there no one who can rival you?"
Shi Yiguang was montarily stunned by the statent, then laughed and said, "Don't speak so absolutely. After all, you are rely at the peak of the Innate stage. In the distant past, this human world was the core of all the myriad realms, a place for the Immortal realm, the Pure Land, the Central Heavenly Domain. It's a place with unfathomably deep waters."
"The Spiritual Energy hasn't fully recovered yet, the Laws haven't awakened, and the opportune mont hasn't arrived. The great powers will not return," Qin Heng replied with a calm smile. "Even if the Spiritual Energy truly recovers to a certain extent, at the very start, it will most likely only be so ordinary Great Saints descending. That's sothing you're certainly aware of."
With Qin Heng's current strength, there really wasn't anything on Earth that could cause him apprehension. Unless a Great Saint crossed realms to descend, or a sleeping Great Saint awoke, he would remain invincible—absolutely invincible, crushing everything!
Although, since Qin Heng's rebirth, he had been at the peak of Qi Refinent without any increase in his cultivation level, as his understanding of the Supre Law deepened, his strength was actually still growing. Even if a Martial Dao Great Saint comparable to the Golden Core Stage descended to Earth, only a real battle could determine the stronger party.
No one could rival him! This wasn't an exaggeration—it was reality!
Furthermore, while comprehending the Supre Law, Qin Heng had gradually gained control over so of the Spirit Realm's qi, enabling him to broadly predict the process of the restoration of Spiritual Energy. With this ability, if he desired to accelerate the pace of the Spiritual Energy's revival, it would be easier and more precise.
"Should a Great Saint descend, you would not be their match," Shi Yiguang countered, unconvinced that Qin Heng could rival a Great Saint. The difference between the two was colossal, not to ntion that Great Saints have nine levels, each representing a massive leap in power. Comparing an Innate to a Great Saint was like comparing an ant to the stars; there was simply no basis for comparison.
"We won't know until we've tried it." Qin Heng, not bothering to explain further, hailed a car and took Shi Yiguang to a villa sales center not far from Beijing University.
The process was very straightforward. Most of it was handled by the sales staff. Since Qin Heng was paying in full, the paperwork was processed the sa day. He imdiately received the villa keys, and it even ca with a full set of luxury appliances.
After all, the salespeople wouldn't want to hinder their own commission. No one questioned why a young man like Qin Heng was purchasing a luxury villa in this location, largely because of Shi Yiguang's presence. With such a stunningly beautiful woman by his side, it wasn't possible that he lacked money—it was clear as day! Qin Heng had brought Shi Yiguang along precisely for this reason.
The purchase took more than half a day.
Three hundred million!
Qin Heng bought a luxury villa estate spanning over one thousand square ters. To him, the area wasn't large, but its proximity to the school made it a decent temporary residence.
Shi Yiguang was left in the villa estate to clean; Qin Heng truly treated her like a maidservant. After Nie Rongrong woke up, she also ca over, saying she wanted to see Qin Heng's new ho—and incidentally reserved a room for herself.
This little fox certainly makes herself at ho, Qin Heng thought. With the main residential area of the villa estate spanning over six hundred square ters and many rooms, her taking one is no big deal. Having a beauty around as eye candy isn't bad; I'll just treat her like a rather pretty vase.
If Nie Rongrong knew Qin Heng's thoughts, she would probably die of anger—a venerated mber of the Mount Tu Fox Clan, an Innate 'great demon' with over twelve hundred years of cultivation, being treated as a re vase!
「The next morning.」
Qin Heng went to class as usual.
Nie Rongrong took a day off to clean Qin Heng's villa estate with Shi Yiguang. Qin Heng, however, enjoyed the peace. That little fox is indeed beautiful, but she's so chatty, and sotis quite annoying, he mused.
He was quite interested in today's lesson. The class was about ancient Chinese history. The course was proceeding slowly, still covering the era of the legendary emperors Yao and Shun. The history of the common world during this ti was very vague; even the existence of the people from that era was uncertain, given the scanty archaeological evidence.
Qin Heng knew this wasn't because modern archaeology hadn't found enough. Rather, it was because, after the battle for supremacy, the powerful beings of the human realm had gradually concealed themselves in Earth's subsidiary worlds—like the eighteen thousand large worlds Shi Yiguang had transford into. So powerful beings, reluctant to leave their holands or worried about their citizens, would take their entire nation to ascend into the heavens, taking refuge in the surrounding larger worlds, naturally leaving no trace. Besides, modern archaeological thods were insufficient. Many things hidden within mystic realms or temporal ruins were simply impossible to discover. Even today's Earth was different from the Earth of thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. It was a completely different entity, with countless mountains, rivers, and streams hidden in the void, only to gradually reveal themselves after the complete restoration of Spiritual Energy and the re-ergence of the divine and fantastic.
However, this professor who lectured on ancient Chinese history was quite good, with a humorous style. She talked about the ancient past, occasionally interweaving myths and legends, as well as her own personal anecdotes. Qin Heng compared what she said with so of the ancient secrets of Earth he knew and found it quite interesting.
Today, the professor arrived a bit later than usual. She was always punctual otherwise.
"Why hasn't Professor Wang arrived yet?" the male student next to Qin Heng muttered softly, his gaze drifting towards the door, his expression puzzled.
"I heard there's a transfer student coming to join our class. Maybe she went to fetch them," soone whispered.
"Impossible! A transfer?"
"Yeah, how could there be a transfer? This is Beijing University!"
"Transferring universities is almost impossible, let alone transferring to Beijing University."
"Those rumors can't be trusted, right?"
Many students discussed amongst themselves, none believing it.
"I heard it from my uncle," the student said, sounding sowhat aggrieved.
"Your uncle? Who is he?" the classmates asked, curious.
"My uncle is Tan Wenhe..." the student hesitantly revealed, as if admitting to so mistake.
"Holy crap! Principal Tan?!"
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
"Bro! You're aweso!"
The classmates exclaid once more, looking dumbfounded.
TAP! TAP!
Just then, the crisp sound of footsteps ca from the classroom door, and two people walked in.
The one in front—a woman in her fifties, with graying hair, wearing glasses, and a kind, benevolent face—was Wang Jinggu, the well-known ancient Chinese history professor at Beijing University. The one behind her was a girl.
Seeing her appearance, all the students in the classroom, regardless of gender, stared intently, holding their breath.
So beautiful! Truly, so incredibly beautiful! they thought.
She was seventeen or eighteen years of age, with features so finely crafted they approached perfection; every part could be considered flawless. Her skin was as white and luminous as snow, and her long, flowing black hair, adorned with a silver hair accessory, added an extra luster. About 1.75 ters tall, she was slender and captivating. She wore a light purple traditional-styled dress with fluttering ribbons that cinched her slender waist, outlining a perfect figure. Standing there, she gave off the aura of a fairy descended to the mortal world!
However, her deanor was sowhat cold, making her seem like the ice queen type—soone people would only dare to admire from afar, requiring a great deal of courage even to think about approaching her for a conversation.
"Hello, everyone. My na is Lu Ziyi, and I'm eighteen years old." The girl suddenly broke into a smile, as bright as the warm sun appearing on a winter's day—refreshing, srizing, and so beautiful she seed to have stepped out of a painting, dazzling and enchanting all who saw her.
Her gaze was gentle. She nonchalantly glanced at Qin Heng, bowed slightly with a smile, and said, "I'm honored to beco your classmate."
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