Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 662: Little Brother, Let Me Cut in Line!

"Your Tathagata Sect must also have plans in the mortal world," Mount Tu's Shi Yiguang said, looking at Qin Heng with a thoughtful expression. "This place is, after all, the ancient Central Heavenly Domain, no ordinary place. Are you asking me to be your maidservant because you want to cooperate with Mount Tu?"

You're really overthinking this… This fox spirit certainly has a wild imagination, Qin Heng thought. He said indifferently, "You are merely my maidservant, nothing more."

With his status, he did not deign to explain further, nor did he intend to deliberately hide anything.

"Monks from your Tathagata Sect always like to be so mysterious!" Mount Tu's Shi Yiguang huffed confidently, as if she had everything figured out. "Now that I've seen through your identity, you can take off the Golden hoop, right? There are no conflicts between the Tathagata Sect and Mount Tu. We have always minded our own business. For a disciple of your Innate level to rashly confine me might displease your senior sect members. You better release me first... AHHHHH!!"

Before Mount Tu's Shi Yiguang could finish her words, she screamed again!

Qin Heng's eyes flickered with golden light. The Golden hoop reappeared on Mount Tu's Shi Yiguang's head, tightening rapidly and causing her an excruciating headache!!

"Stop! Stop!! AHHHHH! Stop! Stop AHHH!! Stop!!" Mount Tu's Shi Yiguang screamed, in immense pain.

A moment later, the golden light in Qin Heng's eyes finally dissipated. Mount Tu's Shi Yiguang slowly regained her composure, her face ashen.

"You!!" She lifted her head to look at Qin Heng, her eyes filled with rage as she yelled, "Monks of the Tathagata Sect, where is your compassion?!"

"I told you just now," Qin Heng said, glancing indifferently at her. "You are now merely my maidservant, nothing more. You are no longer Shi Yiguang of Mount Tu's Fox Clan. You are just my maidservant, Shi Yiguang."

When I return to Mount Tu, I will definitely… Shi Yiguang fumed internally. But as soon as she saw that glint of golden light in Qin Heng's eyes, she trembled slightly and said, "Fine, a maidservant then! After all, you're just a monk!"

Monks are supposed to adhere to the precept of chastity! she thought. At worst, I'll clean, do laundry, and cook for him. Once I'm back at Mount Tu, I'll make sure he pays me back with interest!

Mount Tu's Shi Yiguang had not even realized that under the restraint of the Golden hoop, she had developed an almost instinctual fear of Qin Heng and had subconsciously submitted to him.

Nie Rongrong and the Lady of the Nine Heavens also descended from the sky.

Soon after, their ride-hailing car arrived. Qin Heng sat in the front passenger seat, and the three girls sat in the back, heading to Dong Lai Shun.

These three girls, whether Nie Rongrong or Shi Yiguang, were peerless beauties whose looks ordinary people couldn't resist.

Although the Lady of the Nine Heavens was a slight notch below, her beauty was definitely above a nine out of ten. Moreover, her demeanor was even more superior, a result of the Palace of the Mystical Female's tradition, which excelled at cultivating a cold and lofty presence in women.

The driver, seeing Qin Heng alone with three such stunning beauties, had eyes that practically bulged with envy. He was so distracted he couldn't focus on driving, taking so many twists and turns that it prolonged the journey to Dong Lai Shun.

When the group arrived, it was already a busy time, and people had started to line up.

"Hello, for how many?" the waiter asked with a smile, though it appeared a bit forced and not quite genuine.

"For four," Qin Heng said.

"Alright, number B89. You'll need to wait for one more table," the waiter said as he handed Qin Heng the ticket. "Please take a seat. There's tea nearby if you'd like some while you wait."

The group took their seats.

"Qin Heng, why did you suddenly want to come eat mutton hot pot?" Nie Rongrong asked, looking at Qin Heng with some curiosity. They had just had a fight ten thousand meters in the air, so how did dinner come to mind?

"I just noticed it was time to eat." Qin Heng looked at Nie Rongrong with some surprise and said, "Do all of you from Mount Tu like to overthink things?"

Wanting to eat mutton hot pot was simply a spur-of-the-moment craving for Qin Heng, a very simple reason with no deeper plans.

"A master like Mr. Xuantian would hardly act without purpose." The Lady of the Nine Heavens glanced around and said, "Sir, have you discovered something amiss here?"

In her view, someone like Qin Heng—who could defeat Semi-Saints on the Heavenly Ranking with his Innate abilities, possessed secret treasures, and had mysterious legacies—must have profound reasons for everything he did. Otherwise, he could never have reached his current level of strength.

"..." Qin Heng was speechless and sighed. "No, really, there isn't."

About ten minutes later, the waiter announced, "Customer B89, your table is ready."

Qin Heng stood up, ready to lead Nie Rongrong and the others into the restaurant, but just then, a figure blocked their path.

"You're B89, right?" a rough voice sounded. It was a burly man over 1.8 meters tall, with a broad and sturdy figure and a brutish, fleshy face, giving off an intimidating and sinister vibe.

Following him were three other tall and strong men, all looking to be in their thirties. They had a rowdy air about them and seemed like troublemakers at first glance.

Seeing this, the people around immediately stepped back to avoid getting involved.

"What's the matter?" Qin Heng asked, looking down at the burly man indifferently. With his height of over 1.9 meters, almost two meters, he naturally had to look down on the man who was only over 1.8 meters tall.

"Kiddo, let's work something out!" the burly man said, narrowing his eyes menacingly, his tone half-threatening. "My buddies and I have an urgent matter and need to eat quickly. How about you cut us some slack and give us your spot?"

"Yeah, give it to us."

"Just do it. It's not like you've been waiting long. Let us go in first! Let us cut in line!!"

"Or, these three beauties could join us for a drink instead! HA HA!"

The other three rowdy men also laughed boisterously, their gazes continuously sweeping over the shapely figures of Nie Rongrong, Shi Yiguang, and the Lady of the Nine Heavens with unhidden greed. They reeked of alcohol. Clearly, they were drunk.

The frowns on all three women's brows deepened. They had never encountered such a situation before. After all, whether it was Nie Rongrong, Shi Yiguang, or the Lady of the Nine Heavens, they usually wouldn't visit such establishments, and even if they did, they wouldn't be there as ordinary people who needed to wait in line.

Qin Heng was also momentarily stunned. He glanced at the burly man and said, "Slap yourself a hundred times, then get lost."

He hadn't expected—that a simple whim to eat mutton hot pot would lead to such an idiotic provocation! These people must be tired of living!

"What the fuck did you just say?!"

The burly man exploded like a lit keg of gunpowder. His face quickly turned red with rage, and he glared at Qin Heng with fierce intensity while grinding his teeth. "You little punk, do you know who I am? Kneel down!!"