After leaving the upscale villa area, Qin Heng parted ways with Wen Suya. The mature and intelligent professional beauty was certainly nice, but he hadn't lacked for the company of won. On the contrary, he had seen too many beautiful won—Wen Suya wanted to take him for a drive, but it wouldn't be so easy.
Changping City wasn't very large, and there were even fewer bustling places. Many areas were rarely visited by people, with so outskirts even taking the form of desolate mountains and ridges, virtually deserted.
Qin Heng arrived at a deserted mountain on the outskirts of Changping City and looked out at Changping from the mountaintop. It was dusk, and the setting sun cast a red glow over the ancient city, creating a uniquely beautiful scene.
"Who would know that a great battle once took place here?"
Qin Heng chuckled softly. In that battle, he had killed two Saint Lords and countless Semi-Saints and Innates, offending several Ancient Divine Sects, including the legendary, peerless Imperial Palace of Heaven. Once this news spread, it would surely shake the world again.
"However, who in this world can do anything to ?" Qin Heng raised an eyebrow and revealed a disdainful sneer, then flicked his palm open, emitting a wisp of pale blue fla from the center of his hand.
This fla wasn't warm but rather carried a hint of chill, causing the surrounding leaves to frost over and then completely fall to the ground in a carpet of withered yellow.
Now, although it was nearing December, the weather still wasn't considered cold, not even very autumn-like. The mountainside had been lush and green, yet within three seconds of the appearance of this fla, half the mountain turned withered and yellow! It was as if the seasons changed in the blink of an eye!
Imdiately after, the fla rippled gently, rising from Qin Heng's palm. It grew in the wind, and in seconds, it was over a ter tall. Once it touched the ground, it actually ford a translucent humanoid figure—it was He Yiming, whom Qin Heng had previously killed.
"AHHH! AHHH!!" He Yiming scread miserably. His entire body trembled and was on the verge of dispersing!
His consciousness was still trapped in the terror he felt just before death. As soon as his spectral form solidified, he started screaming in extre panic. It wasn't until a while later that he realized sothing was amiss with his condition.
There was no solid ground beneath his feet; he didn't even have feet. Below his thighs, his body was just a mass of illusory smoke, completely indistinct.
This, this! This!?? Could it be that he was no longer human but dead, transford into a Ghost!??
He Yiming's heart trembled with imnse fear. In utter chaos, he looked around and, upon discovering Qin Heng, whose gaze was as cold as before, his entire "person" imdiately froze.
Then, an almost indescribable terror appeared on He Yiming's face. Even in his semi-transparent soul body state, he couldn't help but shiver, his eyes filled with dread!
Because, the instant he saw Qin Heng, He Yiming's perception was imdiately flooded with the mory of his head being crushed under Qin Heng's foot, along with the clear sensation of the intense pain and agony of that mont!
This was the mory of a Divine soul!
"AHHH! Qin Heng! Qin Xuantian!!"
He Yiming howled like a madman, completely out of control, bereft of all reason.
Originally, his translucent soul body emanated a pale blue light. In that instant, however, it was dyed with a thick purple-black hue. His features twisted into a grimace, his hands turned into sharp claws, and his eyes glinted with the red light of slaughter. He swung his claws, lashing out towards Qin Heng!
"Die!!"
He Yiming's frenzied shouts filled the air as his gaze locked onto Qin Heng. His claws tore through the air as he attacked with all his might!
WHOOSH!!
Qin Heng, calm and unhurried, exhaled a breath of golden fla that instantly enveloped He Yiming. It sounded like water sizzling on a hot pan as the fla dispersed the purple-black aura of negative energy.
A few seconds passed, and the golden flas dissipated. He Yiming had returned to his original state and sanity.
However, He Yiming's gaze towards Qin Heng was still filled with an incomparably intense fear. Although he was no longer out of control, he still rembered the sensation of his head being crushed under Qin Heng's foot!
That feeling was truly horrific, terrifying!!
"Qin, Mr. Qin, I... what's happening to
now?"
He Yiming wanted to kneel before Qin Heng but realized he no longer had knees. He could only clasp his hands together and bow as he said, "Qin Heng, have I... have I died?"
"That's right," Qin Heng nodded. "You have turned to ashes. He Yiming, the person, is dead."
"But... but didn't you say earlier that if I told you the information about the ancient tomb, you wouldn't kill ?" He Yiming couldn't help but ask. After all, he was already dead, so what harm was there in asking? It wasn't like he could die again!
"Hmm?" Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and thunder suddenly materialized in the void, striking He Yiming's soul body. He was wracked with such excruciating pain that his soul body almost disintegrated, taking quite so ti to finally stabilize.
"rcy! rcy! Mr. Qin, please have rcy!!" He Yiming pleaded, full of regret.
He now understood that even after death, one could still die again. The sensation of his soul body disintegrating was far more painful than being sliced to death; this pain directly afflicted his Divine soul, making it countless tis more intense than any physical agony!
"I only said I could let you live on, but I never said I wouldn't kill you," Qin Heng said indifferently. "A dog that bites its owner naturally has to be beaten to death, don't you agree?"
"Yes, yes, you're right! Mr. Qin is right!" He Yiming hurriedly nodded, not daring to utter a single word of disagreent.
"The reason I'm keeping your Divine soul is that the He Family is still sowhat useful," Qin Heng said.
In his view, the He Family hadn't been of much use, but He Yiming's ntion of the ancient tomb had made him reconsider. Naturally, it wasn't because of a tomb connected to Bian Que. Rather, the fact that He Yiming knew about such matters was definitely due to the He Family's network of connections.
China, vast in territory and long in history, has countless remnants of the past buried beneath its calm lands.
There must be traces left by ancient powerhouses, perhaps related to so ancient secrets. Using these as a basis for his search, he might find clues to unlock the Secret Realm of Ti-Space Seal again! Exploring the Secret Realm of Ti-Space Seal was definitely the fastest way to comprehend the Supre Law! Qin Heng had a feeling that if he could once again explore a Secret Realm of Ti-Space Seal on a scale similar to the Changping battle's secret realm, his understanding of the Supre Law would reach a new level! By then, he wouldn't need to forcibly suppress his cultivation at the Qi Refinent Realm. He could simply maintain it at the Foundation Establishnt Stage and still comprehend the Supre Law at the fastest possible pace. Moreover, while deepening his comprehension of the Supre Law, he would also gain an imprinted world, along with all the beings and even the heavenly materials and earthly treasures within it! It was truly a case of achieving multiple gains with a single action! All of this required ticulous work, sifting through collected information about ancient tombs and relics. It was far from an easy task, especially since the secrets buried beneath China were so incredibly nurous. If Qin Heng were to collect this information himself, even with his vast Divine Skills, he would likely expend considerable effort. Besides, there was no need for him to handle such tasks personally. At most, only so of the more important ancient tombs or relics would warrant his personal attention. The rest could be left to the He Family to collect, research, and analyze.
"To serve Mr. Qin is my honor!" He Yiming said to Qin Heng with utmost respect and humility. "From now on, the He Family will be your most, most, most loyal dog!
At your command!"
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