novelraw Chapter 651 651 A Bunch of Fakes!!
Chapter 651 651 A Bunch of Fakes!!
He exploded!
He actually exploded!?
The people around, seeing Ruan Jiuchong suddenly burst into a mist of blood, were all terrified to the point of trembling. They collapsed on the ground and stared at Qin Heng in utter shock and terror, as if they had seen a ghost!
It was too terrifying!
It was truly too terrifying!
How could there be such a terrifying person in the world? This was the son of a Heavenly God Group executive!
This person who appeared out of nowhere!
He actually dared to kill the son of a Heavenly God Group executive; he was really too bold!
It was simply audacious to the extreme!
"You're as good as dead! As good as dead!"
"He's the son of a Heavenly God Group executive, and you actually dared to kill him!"
"You're courting death!"
The people sitting paralyzed on the ground screamed in horror, their voices trembling. However, the sheer presence of the Heavenly God Group assured them that Qin Heng was undoubtedly doomed; he had clearly provoked the might of the Heavenly God Group!
"He... he just died like that?" Nie Rongrong was also a bit dazed. Looking at the lingering blood mist in the air and the pervasive smell of blood, she was truly surprised.
Originally, I thought that after Qin Heng arrived, there would be some sort of argument with Ruan Jiuchong. Even if they came to blows, it would only be after reasoning failed and force became the only option!
But, no matter what, Nie Rongrong had never imagined it!
Qin Heng had directly brought her through the Spirit Realm, teleporting inside Xianya Pavilion, and with just a glance, had struck down this arrogant and domineering rich heir on the spot!
It was too fast!
Too domineering!
"Insignificant creatures. Since they harbor ill intentions, they are simply crushed," Qin Heng said indifferently, not caring in the least. To him, someone like Ruan Jiuchong was indeed like an ant, easily crushed.
As for those screaming now, they were even less worthy of his attention—far too insignificant and minuscule!
"Let's go," Qin Heng spoke indifferently. He then took Nie Rongrong's hand and took a step. Instantly, the light and shadows around them changed, bringing them straight back to the underground parking lot of Xianya Pavilion.
"Traversing the Spirit Realm... it's truly amazing!" Nie Rongrong exclaimed in admiration. For those whose Cultivation Realm was insufficient to access the Spirit Realm, the experience of traversing it was like an ordinary person suddenly gaining the ability to fly—a truly novel experience.
"It's just a common method. Once one's Realm is sufficient, traversing the Spirit Realm is as common as ordinary people walking," Qin Heng said with a smile as he opened the car door and got in. "Let's go, it's time to return to school."
"I bet some professors will be calling you out by name," Nie Rongrong laughed. "It's been nearly two months since the semester started, and you've only attended a week of classes. They must be furious! When you go back this time, someone will definitely try to punish you!"
Qin Heng lay back in the seat, his eyes half-closed, and said indifferently, "They wouldn't dare."
VROOOOM!
The Ferrari started, roaring to life, as Nie Rongrong drove Qin Heng towards Beijing University.
「Meanwhile!」
In a private room of Xianya Pavilion, a nanobot flew out from the window. Emitting an imperceptible red light, it scanned the area once, then flew away towards the headquarters building of the Heavenly God Group.
「Early morning, Beijing University.」
Qin Heng, who rarely attended classes, found himself in one taught by Chen Lang, a renowned history professor specializing in world history. Chen Lang was over fifty years old and possessed a broad network in academic circles.
However, he had a flaw: he often favored foreign students in certain matters. For instance, during discussions, he would deliberately cater to foreign students while dismissing the concerns of the Chinese students.
He had even proposed that Beijing University should build a separate dining hall specifically for international students, arguing that they were not accustomed to Chinese food and, being far from their homelands in China, deserved special care.
Furthermore, Chen Lang had proposed to Beijing University that the newly built dormitory building for the year should be allocated to foreign students. Students who had already moved in were to move out. If anyone refused, they were to be reported directly to the department head to initiate expulsion proceedings!
This issue had caused quite a stir at the time, almost inciting national outrage before eventually fizzling out. However, Chen Lang's preferential treatment of foreign students did not change; it even intensified.
Recently, he had submitted another application. It suggested that to more actively encourage foreign students to attend Beijing University, special scholarships should be established exclusively for them. These scholarships would consider only the rankings among the international students themselves, and the amounts would be three to five times higher than those for domestic students!
He was practically groveling!
But because of his extensive connections in academia, and the fact that many senior officials at Beijing University were on good terms with him and showed him favoritism, he had never run into trouble. In fact, he thrived even more.
When Chen Lang entered the classroom and was about to start teaching, he noticed Qin Heng playing with his phone. He immediately frowned, raised his hand, pointed at him, and said, "You, student, stand up!"
Qin Heng ignored him. He was browsing information about the Battle of Changping and Bai Qi on his phone, preparing for the opening of the Battle of Changping secret realm in a few days.
Although his power was supreme, to grasp the essence of a space-time secret realm in a short time and thereby glimpse the wonders of the Supreme Law, he definitely couldn't afford to be careless.
"Qin Heng! Do you think I don't know your name? Stand up!" Chen Lang shouted, his voice laced with anger.
"What is it?" Qin Heng finally looked up at Chen Lang.
"How dare you!" Chen Lang was furious. He grabbed an eraser and hurled it at Qin Heng's head, roaring, "Get out!"
THWACK!
The eraser fell to the ground, missing Qin Heng.
"It seems you no longer wish to be a professor." Qin Heng sized up Chen Lang and said, "I've heard some things about you. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be in China."
"Heh, if one could be a noble white Westerner, who would want to be one of these dirty yellow-skinned monkeys!" Chen Lang sneered directly at Qin Heng. "Kid, you seem proud to be Chinese? How truly laughable. A people with only three thousand years of history, a civilization whose entire cultural origin stems from the West or nomadic tribes, and you feel proud? You're nothing but mongrels!"
As soon as these words were spoken, they immediately enraged many students!
Many of them stood up, pointing at Chen Lang and shouting curses.
"Who are you calling mongrels! Shut your mouth!"
"Apologize for what you just said, or we won't let you off, even if you are a professor!"
"Bullshit professor! Kick him out!"
The students were all extremely agitated; Chen Lang's words were truly outrageous!
"A bunch of spineless dogs, what are you yapping about?"
Chen Lang sneered, his gaze turning to Qin Heng as he spoke with contempt, "A three-thousand-year-old hybrid civilization, a country thrashed by nomadic tribes in ancient times and by the West in modern times, yet it deludes itself into thinking it leads the world. Don't you find that laughable?
"You were born in this country. Don't you loathe your identity, your yellow skin? Yet you feel proud? Ridiculous! The epitome of foolishness!
"Qin Heng, you fool, you probably can't even comprehend, let alone appreciate, how great and glorious Western civilization is. It's simply incomparable to China!
"The Greek civilization was so brilliant; their statues, carved thousands of years ago, were exquisitely detailed, true masterpieces. Meanwhile, Chinese carvings from thousands of years ago were indistinct and crude—like lumps of rotten stone!
"And what about those majestic temples, and the Pyramids that have stood for thousands of years? These all bear witness to the splendor of Western civilization! And China? It has nothing!"
"You must be living in a dream," Qin Heng narrowed his eyes, sneering. "The grand Huaxia, mighty China! What would a frog in a well like you know about it? And you've been hoodwinked by all those fakes from the West? Laughable!"
"Fakes?" Chen Lang was taken aback by the words, then burst into a rage. "On what basis do you say that? The statues and temples of Greece, and the Pyramids of Egypt, are all genuine! How could they be forgeries!"
"Really?" Qin Heng spoke indifferently. "Greek statues that still look like newly crafted works of art after thousands of years? Ancient temples with steel-reinforced concrete support columns? Pyramid stones from thousands of years ago bearing marks of mechanical cutting?
"Is *that* what you call genuine?"