Wu Liang was just a Tomb Robber, even if he was a very experienced one.
He was ultimately just a mortal.
Facing soone as powerful as Qin Heng, he had no way to resist. To save his life, he could only obediently write down all the information about the tombs he had looted and the whereabouts of the antiques he had handled.
Over the years, he had amassed a great deal of wealth through tomb raiding. The number of tombs he broke into and antiques he dealt with was vast, and he detailed everything in a small booklet.
Once he had written all this, Wu Liang felt as if all his strength had been drained. He collapsed on the ground, his face pale, utterly in despair. Everything recorded in this booklet was more than enough to have him killed countless tis.
All this is evidence of my cris!
"Young Master Qin," Wu Liang said with hollow eyes, "do you have any other requirents?" He was now filled with extre regret, cursing his misfortune.
Had I not co knocking earlier, how good would that have been! Then I wouldn't be in this situation. But who could have imagined that Qin Heng, a rich and pampered young master, would possess such astute vision and thods! He exposed my identity right on the spot! This is simply inconceivable. Even now, I have no idea where I slipped up. And what about that bizarre technique that, with just a single sentence, could make my whole body stiffen, as if bound by so invisible force? Who on earth is this Qin Heng!?
SMACK!
Qin Heng tossed the booklet onto Wu Liang's face and said indifferently, "Get all these antiques back, but you must do it through legitimate ans. Then bring them to ."
Among the antiques Wu Liang had listed were items from one or two thousand years ago. So were used for sacrificial purposes and carried a distinct mystical aura, possibly containing secrets of past history.
That was what mattered most to Qin Heng.
"Get... get them all back?" Wu Liang's eyes widened as he stared at Qin Heng in disbelief. "That's... that's impossible! I've already sold those antiques, and I've spent all the money. How could I possibly get them all back!"
"I don't care whether you can or not. I just want to see the antiques you've recovered," Qin Heng said impassively. "You have six months. If you can't get them back, then you die."
He had no compassion for a Tomb Robber.
"This... this..." Wu Liang's face turned ashen as he knelt on the ground.
"You can also choose to refuse," Qin Heng said. "And die now."
"No, no! I agree! I agree!!" Wu Liang quickly shook his head, then nodded repeatedly. "Young Master Qin, please don't kill , don't! I agree! I'll do my utmost to get all the antiques back!!"
"If you can't get them back, you die," Qin Heng said flatly, showing no room for compromise.
"Yes, yes! I will definitely get them all back!" Wu Liang quickly changed his tone. Kneeling on the ground, he kowtowed desperately to Qin Heng, his voice trembling, "Please, please rest assured, Young Master Qin!"
"Get lost," Qin Heng waved his hand casually, shooing Wu Liang away as if he were a fly.
"Thank you, Young Master Qin! Thank you!!" Wu Liang felt as if he had been granted amnesty. The dread that had gripped his heart finally eased, and he hurriedly scrambled out, almost fleeing.
Qin Heng watched his retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly, a golden glint flashed in them.
Wu Liang returned to his room and gradually collected himself. His expression, once horrified, slowly turned sinister.
Dammit! Dammit! Little bastard! Wu Liang cursed through gritted teeth, his fists clenched. Don't think that just because you're a rich young master and know so wicked tricks, you can control your Grandpa Wu!
His anger had reached its peak.
Tomb Robbers are ruthless people, after all!
Over the years, Wu Liang had navigated both the underworld and legitimate society, hardly facing any setbacks; everything had gone incredibly smoothly. He had not expected to be thwarted this ti, which filled him with outrageous anger.
Don't think I'll really follow your orders! Wu Liang's eyes narrowed, and he sneered. You little beast, don't think I don't have ways to resist. You just wait!
He decided then and there to leave with his companions imdiately.
Afterward, I'll find those unusual experts I know and get them to help
take revenge on Qin Heng!
But just as Wu Liang was contemplating how to exact revenge on Qin Heng in a way that would satisfy the hatred in his heart, his entire body suddenly stiffened as if struck by lightning!
In that instant, an incomparable pain surged from between his eyebrows, spreading through his seven facial orifices, then to his entire body—his limbs, bones, organs, perating every corner, every inch of his flesh!
It was as if he were being devoured by countless ants, a pain so intense it nearly made him break.
"AH! AHHHHHH!"
Wu Liang scread in agony, falling to the ground. He rolled around frantically, scratching wildly at his body until he was covered in bloody marks, his skin torn and flesh gouged!
A full hour passed before Wu Liang finally quieted down.
His body was now a mangled ss of flesh and blood. Even though the excruciating pain had subsided, the wounds he had inflicted upon himself still throbbed unbearably.
His condition was beyond miserable!
At the sa ti, a piece of information suddenly clarified in Wu Liang's mind, making him understand the cause of the pain.
Now, as long as I even think about resisting or taking revenge on Qin Heng, or harbor any similar intentions, I'll suffer the agony of being devoured by countless ants! Incredibly terrifying!!
"How can this be? How can this be!?" Wu Liang completely broke down. He slumped to the floor, staring vacantly out the window, murmuring, "Who is he? Who on earth is he!?"
Qin Heng's thods were truly beyond Wu Liang's comprehension; to him, they were nothing short of an Immortal's techniques!
How could a re mortal resist an Immortal?? It's simply an impossibility!
The next morning, Wu Liang and his companions left dejectedly.
Qin Heng paid them no heed. Whether Wu Liang and his group lived or died six months later would depend entirely on their own actions.
「In the following two days.」
Qin Heng remained in the hotel, nurturing and refining the Thunder Crystal Stone.
By the third day, he had refined the Thunder Crystal Stone into a crystal imbued with yin-yang qi using his Mana. In one more day, he would be able to harmonize the yin-yang power within it, condensing it into Chaos Qi.
He would truly refine the Thunder Crystal Stone into a Chaos Crystal, which could then be used as an auxiliary material to forge the Chaotic Clock, greatly enhancing the clock's power beyond its original design.
However, on this final day, an unexpected incident occurred.
Hotel staff knocked on Qin Heng's door, followed by two young n in business suits.
"Qin Hengxian, hello. Due to certain reasons, we need you to check out early. Please sign here," the staff mber said with a smile and a polite deanor, handing Qin Heng a form. "It's for the sake of international friendship. Please cooperate."
"Hmm?"
Qin Heng frowned slightly and glanced at the form. He noticed it was because so tourists from Japan wanted to stay in the top-tier suites.
However, all the hotel's top-tier suites were currently occupied.
To accommodate the Japanese tourists, the hotel managent was actually forcing current occupants of the top-tier suites to check out prematurely and vacate their rooms for the Japanese visitors!
"Sir, if you don't check out, it might damage China-Japan relations, leading to a very negative international impact."
Seeing that Qin Heng did not imdiately agree, the staff mber spoke in a sowhat threatening tone, "These Japanese friends are of no ordinary status. If their travel experience is affected, the consequences are sothing you cannot afford! Sign it!"
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