Lingxiao Palace!? Qin Heng's eyebrows instantly furrowed. There were only a few palaces daring enough to be called Lingxiao Palace throughout ancient and modern times.

Among them, the most famous was undoubtedly the splendid Lingxiao Hall. It was located above the thirty-three layers of the Heavenly Immortal realm, where the Jade Emperor, the Supreme High God, and a gathering of immortals and gods discussed matters.

In his past life, Qin Heng had also stayed in the Lingxiao Hall.

He even once, in a fit of vigor, seized the throne of the Heavenly Emperor and sat in that position for over a month. Finding it uninteresting, he then returned it to the Haotian God.

Regarding the Lingxiao Hall, he could say he was very familiar with it.

He knew very well that the palace was, in essence, an extremely powerful magic item capable of easily smashing through an entire universe.

Did Chu Qingshan see the Lingxiao Palace on Earth in this world?

It most likely wasn't the genuine article.

"...After my companions died, I was not immediately expelled, but was taken into a secret room inside the Lingxiao Palace by those two immortals," Chu Qingshan continued, his tone filled with amazement. "There, I saw a painting scroll shining with golden light, bobbing in the mist of Purple Qi—that was the Investiture of the Gods!!

Those two immortals said that as long as I found the Smite God Whip and delivered it to them, they would bestow godhood upon me, granting immense power, immortality, and eternal indestructibility!"

"Once enrolled in the Investiture of the Gods, one is forever severed from the Dao," Qin Heng gently shook his head and said, "You're cutting off your own path to divinity. It doesn't matter if that's the real Investiture of the Gods or not. Even if it were genuine, the gods listed on it were at best Taiyi Golden Immortals, with no chance of ever attaining the level of a Daluo Golden Immortal."

"Grandmaster Qin, what are you talking about?" Chu Qingshan was utterly bewildered and said, "I'm just an ordinary person, merely a martial artist who has achieved Hidden Force. What is this about Taiyi Golden Immortals or Daluo Golden Immortals? I have no idea.

But after becoming a god, I know what it would be like—I could live well, survive the chaotic future, I would have great power, and I could protect my wife, my daughter!"

"..." Qin Heng fell briefly silent upon hearing this.

Chu Qingshan was not wrong—for an ordinary person, being granted godhood was indeed a great fortune. Out of nowhere, one could obtain power at least at the level of a True Immortal, with immortality and eternal indestructibility!

How many people dream of this and cannot achieve it!

A moment later, Qin Heng gently shook his head, looked at Chu Qingshan, and spoke in a deep voice, "What about the other matters? For example, your legs."

"Reporting to Grandmaster Qin," Chu Qingshan replied respectfully, "my legs have been peculiar since childhood, possessing divine strength. When I cultivated Hidden Force, the power of my legs could even approach that of a Half-step Grandmaster.

Perhaps, it was for this reason those immortals took the power from my legs, leaving me crippled, but also sparing my life, not killing me."

"Heh, is that so," Qin Heng scoffed. "Your leg's peculiarity comes from the power contained within your bloodline. Those people disabled your legs, essentially taking the power within your bloodline, with the aim of refining the painting scroll you saw.

That cannot be the true Investiture of the Gods. At most, it's a counterfeit replica. Bloodline powers are the best offerings for cultivating the embryonic form of a magic item. The reason they didn't kill you is probably much like how a fisherman, when catching fish, will release some of them."

Fishermen catch fish and, to avoid over-harvesting that affects future yields, they release some of their catch, ensuring the survival of the smaller fish for the next harvest.

"Grandmaster Qin, what do you mean!?" Chu Qingshan's face turned ashen with shock, and he almost fell off his wheelchair as he looked at Qin Heng and said, "Yunyun... do they also want Yunyun's bloodline power?"

Chu Yun was his daughter, who naturally inherited his bloodline!

Qin Heng said indifferently, "It's not impossible. As for the news of the Smite God Whip, it might be true or it might be false. No one can be sure. But their desire to continue extracting this sort of bloodline essence is likely correct."

"Grandmaster Qin! Grandmaster Qin!!" Chu Qingshan suddenly became extremely agitated, crying out, "I beg you, please protect Yunyun! Protect her!!

The matter regarding the Smite God Whip should be true. I'll tell you the location of its emergence on Earth, the approximate time the two immortals told me, and the secret technique for entering it!!

Please! I beg you to protect Yunyun, don't let her end up like me! She's still young, she's just a girl!!"

This man, in his forties, was on the verge of tears for his daughter—

Qin Heng said indifferently, "You don't need to beg me, nor do you need to tell me about the Divine Whip. Chu Yun is my friend. No one can harm her. Buy the house next door. An old lady will soon move in."

"Ah? Grandmaster Qin, what do you mean?" Chu Qingshan was a bit confused, not understanding what Qin Heng was going to do.

Qin Heng said calmly, "That is a divine being. A god I myself ennobled. Just do as I say, and Chu Yun and your family will be safe and sound."

Having said this, Qin Heng turned around and left directly.

Leaving Chu Qingshan sitting in his wheelchair with a stunned expression, Qin Heng's words echoing endlessly in his mind.

That is a divine being... A god I myself ennobled...

Qin Heng has the power to ennoble gods!?

At this thought, Chu Qingshan's eyes widened in disbelief!

To ennoble gods! This was an ability of Immortals indeed!!

…

Qin Heng left the Chu family, driving the Maserati out of the parking lot.

The sunlight was warm and comforting as he looked toward the northwest—Qinling, Smite God Whip, Lingxiao Palace, Immortals. This world's Earth was much more fascinating than he had anticipated.

HUM!

The car started, and he drove out of Tang Chenhao's estate.

Qin Heng planned to go straight home, but not long after starting, he received a phone call from Su Yiyi.

"Hello?"

He was somewhat puzzled; he and Su Yiyi were not very acquainted, only knowing each other. Why would she suddenly call him?

"Qin Heng, Grandmaster Qin, could you please come to the Su Martial Arts Center?" Su Yiyi's sobbing voice came through the phone. "Please save my brother and my grandfather! They—they're about to be beaten to death by a group of Japanese people!! SOB SOB SOB!!"

A group of Japanese people!?

"What happened?" A flash of anger passed through Qin Heng's eyes as he asked sternly, "Have Japanese people gone to the Su Martial Arts Center?"

"Yes! It's a group of Japanese people! An old man with four or five young men, carrying a sign calling us the 'Sick Men of East Asia,' and they started attacking without a word!!" Su Yiyi cried. "Please come quickly! Only you can defeat them and save my grandfather and brother! I beg you! Please!"

"Okay," Qin Heng nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly, saying, "I'll be there soon."

Japanese people! Again, Japanese people!!

Truly endless! Anger surged within his heart!!

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