Sakata Masao's head, in the mont it exploded, burst into golden flas once again. In an instant, the Innate Grandmaster from Japan was burned to ashes, his flesh and bones turned to dust, completely obliterated!
Ants. Qin Heng shook his head lightly. He had already guessed Sakata Masao's purpose in coming to Ren Cang City; it was common for Japanese martial artist families to covet China's ancient Pre-Qin tombs. However, it's still very annoying. When I have ti later, I'll go to Japan and eradicate this Sakata Clan. A Japanese family with a Saint should not exist.
Indeed, to the current Qin Heng, Saints were no different from ants; even Saints at the Saint Lord level would be crushed by the flick of his finger. Yet, for ordinary people and even nations, Saints still possessed terrifying destructive power. If a Saint from the Sakata Clan went mad, it might indeed cause so unpredictable consequences. It's best to eliminate this unstable elent.
"So powerful, so impressive!" Dai Shuran looked up to Qin Heng with admiration, holding his hand tightly. Her towering chest almost pressed against his arm as she excitedly said, "Master Qin, are you the legendary Semi-Saint? Or are you actually a Saint? Are you hundreds of years old already? You said earlier that Saints could live for hundreds of years."
"If I had hundreds of years, I wouldn't just be at this level," Qin Heng shook his head gently and smiled. "You have a talent for writing; you should continue to work hard."
Dai Shuran's divine soul was clear, and she possessed a literary aura. As long as she devoted herself to literary creation, she would surely achieve remarkable accomplishnts. When Spiritual Energy recovers and the divine laws awaken, she could transform from an ordinary person to a Great Saint overnight, nourished solely by her literary aura!
"Yes, yes," Dai Shuran nodded excitedly and said to Qin Heng, "Thank you! I really appreciate your guidance. When my new book cos out, I'll show it to you. I'm really very thankful!"
She was extrely excited, wishing she could hurry back to her room, open her computer, organize her thoughts, preserve the inspiration bursting forth, and expand this mystical experience into a novel. So, she bade farewell to Qin Heng.
Before leaving, however, she mustered her courage, hugged Qin Heng tightly—her towering chest pressing against his—and then gently kissed his cheek. Afterward, her face flushed red and her heart pounded as she trotted all the way back to her room.
Qin Heng offered a faint smile and nodded slightly.
He returned to his room. Standing in front of the window, he looked toward the distant tomb, his eyes slightly narrowed. Ren Cang City is not at peace.
Zi Rong was a disciple of the Pre-Qin era divine physician Bian Que. She was also the last chief dical officer of the Zhou royal family and had an extraordinarily close association with its last Princess. Given her status, many believed her tomb would hold nurous treasures. Cultivation techniques, possibly even existing Treasure Weapons—many were eager to obtain such items.
Of course, these individuals might not all know this was Zi Rong's tomb. However, the re label "ancient Pre-Qin tomb" was enough to attract countless people, from mundane tomb robbers to Transcendent powerhouses, all coveting the items within. After all, the ancient Pre-Qin era was a ti when Great Saints existed and Saints walked among humans—a period incomparably more powerful than the current End of Dharma Age!
For new powers ford over the past two thousand years, any Great Saint cultivation techniques or even Great Saint Treasure Weapons potentially within an ancient Pre-Qin tomb were irresistible. Even if not at the Great Saint level, items from Saints or even those at the Innate level would be enough to drive many powers mad! After all, in the current End of Dharma Age, the Innate Realm is already an extrely rare level to reach, and Semi-Saints are almost legendary.
But now, this hotel has already seen tomb robbers and Japanese, Qin Heng murmured to himself. The archaeological research team may not be free of infiltration. But that's as far as it goes.
「One day later.」
Qin Heng refined all the power contained in the crystal into Chaos Qi. Then, he left the hotel and headed to the archaeological site in the suburbs of Ren Cang City, the location of Zi Rong's tomb. He intended to see if anything there could activate the Secret Realm of Ti-Space Seal and, in passing, deal with anyone in the archaeological research team harboring ill intentions.
「...」
Qin Heng's entry into the archaeological research team went smoothly, without any setbacks. After all, he was a student from the history departnt at Beijing University, and the departnt head had made a recomndation call. Furthermore, he was the heir to the Daqin Group and brought with him thirty million yuan in archaeological funds. For the entire archaeological team, Qin Heng's arrival was a very welco developnt.
Since the ancient tomb had not been completely cleared, with many areas still unexcavated, Qin Heng temporarily followed a mber of the archaeological team, visiting and studying so of the unearthed relics. The team mber assigned to guide Qin Heng was a twenty-six-year-old woman nad Fang Ping, a graduate from the archaeology departnt of Tongji University, arranged by their supervisor.
Fang Ping was an intellectual beauty with soft facial features, reminiscent of a gentle woman from the south of the Yangtze River. She exuded a scholarly temperant and possessed profound knowledge. While guiding Qin Heng, she often cited classics and shared many historical anecdotes. Qin Heng had a rather good impression of her, and they got along harmoniously during their few days together.
However, an intellectual beauty like Fang Ping, still single, would undoubtedly attract suitors anywhere, and this archaeological research team was no exception. The harsh conditions at the archaeological site provided many n with opportunities to impress or be attentive to Fang Ping. Yet, she had always remained uninterested, treating them coldly and never allowing anyone to get close. Consequently, n felt they were making no progress with her, but knowing others were in the sa boat, they were sowhat at ease.
But now, things were different. As soon as Qin Heng joined, the team leadership assigned Fang Ping as his guide to show him around the ancient tomb and explain the artifacts. They had been together for three or four days and were practically inseparable. Aside from sleeping, they even ate all their als together!
This made many people secretly despise Qin Heng, grinding their teeth in anger every ti they saw him with Fang Ping. Miao Tong was one of them. He too was a high-achieving student, arguably more educated than Fang Ping. At thirty-one, he held a doctorate from the archaeology departnt of Sichuan and Shu University and was one of the archaeological team's project leaders. He had planned to use this archaeological project to win over Fang Ping, the "archaeological goddess." However, Qin Heng's unexpected appearance left him feeling very uncomfortable. Miao Tong had even prepared plans for how he would enjoy himself after winning Fang Ping over. He had long coveted this intellectual and gentle beauty and was determined to win her this ti!
But now, all he could do was watch Fang Ping spend every day with Qin Heng, practically inseparable. Sotis Fang Ping would even giggle at Qin Heng's jokes, looking charming and alluring, nearly driving Miao Tong mad with jealousy.
Finally, on the fifth day, Miao Tong could no longer hold back. He gathered three or four n under his supervision who were also interested in Fang Ping and said earnestly, "What do you think? Does that Qin Heng really belong in our archaeological team?"
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