Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 733: News of an Ancient Tomb

How is this possible!

How can this be possible!?

He Yiming was completely stunned. He stared incredulously at the spot where Mr. Yun had vanished and at Qin Heng, who floated nearby. It felt as though ten thousand bombs had exploded in his brain, leaving it buzzing chaotically! What's going on! What on earth is going on!? How could Qin Heng, Qin Xuantian, be so powerful? How could he possess such terrifying strength!? Mr. Yun was considered a powerful expert among Innate Grandmasters! Yet, in front of Qin Xuantian, he was killed with a single flick of a finger—a complete and utter crushing. They aren't even on the same level of existence! Could the intelligence received by the family be wrong? Has Qin Xuantian actually become many times stronger than before?? It can't be. How long has it been? Isn't Martial Artist cultivation supposed to be very slow?? How could Qin Xuantian have improved so fast?

At this moment, He Yiming was utterly dumbfounded, his face a mask of incredulity. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; he almost suspected he was hallucinating!

"How is this possible? How can this be!?" He Yiming stared at Qin Heng, his face etched with fear. Seeing Qin Heng's calm and indifferent gaze, the last shred of pride within him instantly shattered. With a THUMP, he knelt before Qin Heng, kowtowing fiercely, his head striking the ground with heavy impacts.

"Spare me! Mr. Qin, it was just a moment of arrogance. I definitely had no intention of harming you! Spare me, please spare my life!"

BANG!

Qin Heng kicked He Yiming away. He went tumbling, landing at least twenty paces away and planting face-first into the ground, his features contorting from the impact. Then, Qin Heng slowly walked over, stepped on He Yiming's head, and said indifferently, "He Yiming, do you know what would happen if I applied slightly more pressure? Could your head withstand this kind of power and remain intact?"

He Kunhong and Wen Suya were both shocked to their core, staring dumbfounded at Qin Heng and He Yiming, watching as Qin Heng pressed He Yiming's head under his foot.

"My God! That's He Yiming, the heir of the He Family, one of the top families in Beijing! The future Family Head!" Wen Suya trembled all over; the situation had completely spiraled beyond her comprehension.

"How is this possible? How can this be? I... I must be dreaming! This has to be a dream!" He Kunhong was even more horrified. In his mind, He Yiming was practically a celestial being, yet now this lofty figure was being trampled under Qin Heng's foot!

What terrified him even more was that only moments ago, he had shown nothing but disdain and mockery towards Qin Heng. He had gravely offended the very person now stepping on He Yiming's head!

What do I do? What should I do!? He Kunhong collapsed onto the ground, paralyzed. His face was ashen with fear, and he felt on the verge of fainting, an unparalleled terror flooding his heart.

At this time, fear also filled He Yiming's heart. His entire body trembled, and he was nearly scared to the point of incontinence. However, terrified of disgusting Qin Heng, he held it back with all his might, begging for mercy in a quavering voice, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin, I was wrong! I know my mistake! I won't dare again, I truly won't! I beg of you, please don't kill me! No, please!"

Now, his guts churned with regret. He had foolishly believed that with the He Family being one of Beijing's top families and the Myth Organization growing stronger, the He Family itself had also become more powerful. He thought this meant they could afford to be dismissive when facing formidable Martial Artists.

But he could never have imagined that Qin Heng's strength would be so immense, capable of killing an Innate Grandmaster with just a flick of a finger!

This is too insane! Too inconceivable!!

In fact, the He Family's understanding of Qin Heng had stagnated since he first entered university. They were completely unaware of the battles at Penglai Island, the Boundless Vajra Sect, Longxi, and Shuangting Lake in Beijing. They simply had no idea how truly strong Qin Heng was.

Why? This was because the Myth Organization could conceal such information. Qin Heng's strength was too formidable; it was terrifying. If too many people knew of his might, it would likely cause an uproar. The He Family, although powerful, was ultimately just a worldly clan. Even for the top families in Beijing, it was exceedingly easy for the Myth Organization to keep information from them.

"Begging for mercy?" Qin Heng shook his head. "If you're just begging for mercy, then there's no need to say anything more. I won't keep a disobedient dog; I'll stomp it to death directly."

"No, no, no! Please!" He Yiming wanted to struggle but restrained himself, terrified of angering Qin Heng, who might crush his head in a fit of rage. Anxious sweat beaded on his forehead as he said tremulously, "Mr. Qin, I can serve you! As long as I take control of the He Family, I can lead the entire He Family to serve you wholeheartedly!"

"What use do I have for a swarm of ants?" A ghost of a smile played on Qin Heng's lips. He pressed his foot down slightly, causing He Yiming to scream in pain, then said, "I'll give you one last chance. Otherwise, I'll crush your head next."

For the current Qin Heng, the He Family was actually of little use. After the Battle of Changping, he had gained much—not just an increase in his cultivation, but also the allegiance of the people from an entire Secret Realm World. In a sense, everyone in that Secret Realm of Time-Space Seal was his subordinate, bound to obey his commands, for he was the Heavenly Dao Lord of that world. Qin Heng had no need for mere manpower.

"No! Please don't!" He Yiming was so frightened he was nearly in tears. "Mr. Qin, I... I heard you're interested in ancient artifacts. I know of an ancient tomb from over two thousand years ago that has recently been unearthed in Jizhou! Our He Family is in charge of the archeological excavation. I beg you, spare me, and I'll immediately tell you everything about this ancient tomb! Please, spare me, sir! Spare my life!"

"An ancient tomb from over two thousand years ago?" Qin Heng frowned slightly, then mused aloud, "Tell me more."

He was indeed a bit interested. After all, that era, over two thousand years ago, was full of mysteries. An ancient tomb from that period should be quite intriguing. Moreover, if a mere fragment of Lord Wu An Bai Qi's sword could unlock such a vast Changping battle Secret Realm, might that ancient tomb also contain an artifact capable of unlocking a Secret Realm of Time-Space Seal?

He Yiming fell briefly silent, hesitating. He wanted to ask Qin Heng to release him first and then tell him, but after some thought, he decided to speak directly. He dared not gamble. If he insisted on being released first and Qin Heng lost patience and simply crushed his head, it would all be over!

"That ancient tomb," he said, "seems to be related to Bian Que—not Bian Que himself, but someone very closely connected to him."

"Bian Que?" Qin Heng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

This was no ordinary figure. Renowned in history for his medical skills, hailed as a divine physician in an era when Great Saints roamed the cosmos, he was most likely no common man.