Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 757 757: The Weakness of the Strongest

"The British Museum? What happened?" Song Ningran wasn't quite clear about the full story and was somewhat confused.

"It's like this..." Eiliana recounted the agreement she had made with Qin Heng, not feeling any shame—she saw it as her way of protecting Briton.

With Qin Xuantian's strength, if truly provoked, he could indeed flatten the entirety of Briton in a short period. With the current level of technology on Earth, no country could do anything about this greatest of all time!

Agreeing to the requests of such a powerful being was indeed the greatest protection for Briton. Otherwise, it would be courting self-destruction. As the heir to the title of King Arthur and a Princess of the British royal family, Eiliana had also learned how to handle governance and international affairs.

Song Ningran, however, was already immersed in unparalleled shock. After listening to Eiliana's narration, she was completely stupefied, looking at Qin Heng with immense admiration. She had never expected Qin Heng to have done such earth-shattering things! He actually demanded that the British Museum give all its cultural artifacts to China—not just the Chinese artifacts that had been plundered, but also those Britain had looted from other places, and even Britain's own artifacts. All of them to China! Not just a portion, but all of them, everything! This was truly too exaggerated!

Song Ningran had never imagined such a demand because it was too unrealistic, simply an impossibility. Yet now, this Princess of the British royal family was telling her that Qin Heng had truly made such a request! It was just too unbelievable!

If this goal could truly be achieved, if the British Museum would indeed transfer all of its treasured artifacts to China, it would absolutely cause an uproar around the world! The cultural confidence of the Chinese people in various aspects would soar considerably, leaving certain public intellectuals and foreign admirers with no escape, completely crushed! It would certainly be a source of immense pride and joy!

But could such a demand truly be possible? Would the British Museum actually agree to it? It seemed very unlikely.

Song Ningran realized this and sobered up from her brief excitement. She also recalled what Eiliana had just said: she had been to the British Museum, and they had no intention of complying.

As expected, they couldn't possibly agree to such a demand. Song Ningran sighed. Though she knew this was reasonable and quite normal, she still felt somewhat disappointed.

"Mr. Qin, why don't you change your demand and just ask for the Chinese artifacts? Perhaps they might agree to that," Eiliana suggested after a moment's thought, though she was clearly not very confident.

"Whether the British Museum agrees or not, what has that to do with me?" Qin Heng retorted, then sneered. "You can go back and tell them, if they don't hand over all the artifacts, I will go and take them myself!"

For Qin Heng at this moment, there was nothing on Earth he needed to fear. Once the Chaotic Clock was successfully refined, he could even endure the blast of nuclear weapons yielding tens of millions of tons without injury!

"Mr. Qin..." Eiliana still wanted to persuade him. She really did not want Qin Heng to go to England, because Britain currently had no one who could withstand a powerhouse capable of crushing a Saint Lord. Too strong! Truly, too strong! No matter how incredible it seemed to her, this was the reality!

"No need to say more." Qin Heng stood up and told Eiliana, "The time previously agreed upon was half a year, and a month has already passed.

"If they don't wish to hand them over, then the time will be shortened. I will give them two months to consider. If I receive no response by January 1st of next year, I will personally go to London and take back what is mine."

Eiliana fell silent, hesitating, unsure what to say. After pondering for a moment, she said, "Mr. Qin, I'll speak to them properly."

"Good." Qin Heng nodded and said to Song Ningran beside him, "Let's go."

"Mm-hm," Song Ningran replied.

After leaving the private room, the two returned to the lobby of the Hilton Hotel. Xue Qinan and the others had already left, but the welcome banquet continued, still bustling with activity.

However, the attitude towards Qin Heng was now completely different. The group of historical researchers, led by Dai Heshu, hurriedly approached Qin Heng when they saw him, their demeanor one of utmost respect.

"Mr. Qin." Dai Heshu leaned in close to Qin Heng, smiling as he spoke. "I heard from Director Xue that you're interested in ancient artifacts? My family recently acquired a Pre-Qin Ancient Artifact. Would you be interested in taking a look?"

"A Pre-Qin Ancient Artifact?" Qin Heng raised an eyebrow and said indifferently, "Tell me about it."

"Recently, an ancient tomb related to the legendary physician Bian Que was unearthed in Jizhou. You must have heard of it," Dai Heshu smiled. "The Pre-Qin Ancient Artifact is from that tomb."

"I've heard some news about it," Qin Heng nodded slightly and asked, "What is it, exactly?"

He had heard about this from He Yiming earlier and was quite interested. He had planned to find time to take a look, but he had not expected to encounter the Pre-Qin Ancient Artifact from that tomb through Dai Heshu.

"It's a set of bone needles, possibly used for acupuncture, but their era seems to be much older than the time Bian Que lived," Dai Heshu pondered and said.

"However, I'm still researching and can't fully confirm the purpose and origin of these needles. After all, the owner of that tomb has yet to be fully identified. It needs further research and investigation."

"Take me to see it," Qin Heng nodded and asked Song Ningran at his side, "Ran Ran, do you want to come along?"

"No, please take me home first," Song Ningran shook her head and said. "Although I'd like to see it, it's not good to leave Little Yun at home alone."

In truth, she felt that staying by Qin Heng's side like this seemed a bit like holding him back. So, she wanted to go home first, even if just to make some hot soup and wait for him.

Qin Heng glanced at her, seeing through her real thoughts, but he didn't expose them, and chuckled. "Well then, I'll take you home first. I suddenly feel like having some of your stew."

"Sure, I'll make it and wait for you at home!" Song Ningran's smile brightened, and the slight dejection from moments ago instantly vanished.

「Inside a suite at the Hilton Hotel.」

Eiliana stood before a floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at Tianhai's night scene, where neon lights shimmered and colors flowed. Yet, she was full of sorrow, her brows lightly furrowed, sighing repeatedly.

The night view in London was not inferior to Tianhai's. However, Qin Xuantian would soon be heading to London, and Eiliana had no confidence she could persuade the director of the British Museum.

She closed her eyes and said softly, "Eric, you're here, right?"

Ripples spread in the void, and a mist formed. A middle-aged man dressed in a servant's attire stepped out of it. He then knelt on one knee, saying respectfully, "My king, what do you need?"

"What do you think we should do about Qin Xuantian?" asked Eiliana, turning to face Eric, feeling truly helpless now.

"My king, Qin Xuantian is one of the strongest beings. In this era, almost no one can stand against him," Eric said gravely. "However, even the strongest have weaknesses. You know, you are quite close to Qin Xuantian's sister…"