Qin Heng frowned upon hearing the words of the two white youths. He turned his head to look. Both white youths were tall and burly, their muscular arms exposed and knotted. They clearly had undergone some level of physical training and fighting experience, but that was all. They didn't even possess Open Force. Weak beyond measure. To Qin Heng, they were mere ants. However, since these two white youths looked down upon the Chinese in their words, Qin Heng didn't mind letting them witness the power of a Chinese.

Just as Qin Heng was about to approach and make a move, he suddenly saw a young girl nearby turn around and stand in front of the two white youths. The girl looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, with charming features, a delicate face, and could definitely be considered beautiful. Her jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail, looking spirited and vigorous. She was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, her long and fair thighs exposed, exuding youth and vibrancy.

"What did you just say?" The girl furrowed her brows slightly and looked at the two white youths. "Who are you calling dancers and aerobics enthusiasts? I'll give you a chance to take it back now!"

It was evident that the girl had understood the conversation of the two white youths just now.

The two white youths were taken aback and then burst into laughter. They said in Chinese with a strange accent, "HAHAHA! Beautiful miss, don't your Chinese people only know aerobics? You're all as weak as monkeys."

"Asking for it!" the girl exclaimed sharply and actually made a move directly. Her fists swung at the same time, and with the speed of lightning, they struck the faces of the two white youths. She smashed their noses, and blood filled their mouths. They fell to the ground, rolling around and screaming in pain.

"Let me tell you! Our Chinese martial arts have never been weak; we've just been too lazy to bother with barbarians like you!" the girl said furiously, pointing at the two youths lying on the ground and snorting coldly. "Now scram! Don't let me see you again!"

"Yes, yes, we were wrong! We were wrong!" The two white men screamed miserably, glaring at the girl resentfully before scrambling away.

"Not bad for someone so young to have already developed Open Force," Qin Heng walked over and complimented the girl, smiling. "If you hadn't made a move, I would have."

"You?" The girl looked at Qin Heng in surprise, noticing that he was about her age, and laughed. "It seems you practice martial arts too. Good judgment; you actually noticed that I've developed Open Force. Let's shake hands. My name is Fang Yiwen, how may I address you?" As she spoke, she extended her fair palm in front of Qin Heng. This wasn't for a greeting; it was to feel out Qin Heng's skill. This was known as "shaking hands" in the martial arts community.

"Qin Xuantian." Qin Heng smiled and grasped the girl's palm, allowing one-thousandth of his strength to seep through his fingers as Hidden Force.

"AH!" Fang Yiwen cried out in surprise, retracting her hand. Her palm felt as if it had been pricked by needles, and she saw it was bruised and red. She looked up at Qin Heng, somewhat in disbelief, and said incredulously, "Hidden Force! You look younger than me! How did you develop Hidden Force?!"

Normally, one would be considered a martial arts prodigy if they could develop Open Force before the age of twenty-five, a rare feat. Achieving Hidden Force before thirty was already quite difficult.

The young man before her appeared to be only about seventeen or eighteen years old, yet he was already a master of the Hidden Force level. That was truly unbelievable!!

"Qin Xuantian, by the sound of your name, are you a cultivator from the Taoist school?" Fang Yiwen looked at Qin Heng with curiosity, took out her phone, and said, "Qi Lu doesn't have any strong Taoist sects, so you must be from another province. Want to add WeChat and chat later? I have some things to take care of and need to leave for a bit."

"Sure." Qin Heng nodded slightly, letting Fang Yiwen scan his QR code, and they added each other on WeChat.

"Then we'll chat later." Fang Yiwen was delighted to have added Qin Heng to her WeChat. After all, such a young master of Hidden Force surely had a limitless future. Even if she didn't want to develop a deeper relationship, knowing such a friend was very good. If it weren't for the news that her grandfather had just been hospitalized, she would definitely have wanted to chat more with this talented martial artist.

Qin Heng watched Fang Yiwen's graceful retreating figure, chuckled to himself, and thought, Who would have thought that just going out for some special snacks could lead to meeting a girl skilled in martial arts? The land of Qi Lu is truly a thousand-year-old ancient city with some extraordinary aspects.

Although for Qin Heng, even a Martial Arts Grandmaster wasn't worth mentioning, he was well aware of the incredible difficulty ordinary people faced in trying to achieve Open Force.

After strolling around outside for a while, Qin Heng returned to the hotel.

「By evening.」

There was a knock on the door.

Song Ningran walked in, sat on Qin Heng's bed, and said, "Mo Cheng said he wants to invite everyone involved in the inspection to Fairy Pavilion tonight, but I don't really want to go."

She didn't want to see Mo Cheng.

"Mo Cheng? I just beat him up this morning, and he's already forgotten his pain?" Qin Heng smiled and said, "Let's go, why not? We should go and support Mr. Qian's business."

Back at the airport, Qian Zhenghai had rented Qin Heng's helicopter. Since Song Ningran was also there, she naturally knew that Qian Zhenghai was the owner of Fairy Pavilion.

"We're really going?" Song Ningran gently held her forehead, then sighed and said, "Since it's Mr. Qian's restaurant, Mo Cheng probably won't be able to cause much trouble. Then let's go."

Qin Heng and Song Ningran weren't staying in the same hotel as Mo Cheng and the others.

「When it was almost time.」

The two took a taxi to Fairy Pavilion.

While in the car, Qin Heng received a text message. It was from Chen Qingzhu.

"Mr. Qin, Liu Feng has boarded a plane to Southeast Asia. He's probably going to ask for help from the Nanyang Divine Dragon. Please be careful."

Qin Heng glanced at the message, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he put his phone away.

Nanyang Divine Dragon? In my presence, even a True Dragon would have to bow its head! Let alone a mere Grandmaster of Transcendence!

「...」

Fairy Pavilion was one of the most high-end restaurants in Qi Lu. The cheapest dish there started at a thousand yuan, with the most expensive dishes reaching a staggering million yuan per course! It was unimaginable for ordinary people.

As soon as Qin Heng and Song Ningran entered Fairy Pavilion, a hostess approached them.

"Excuse me, ma'am, are you Miss Song Ningran?" the hostess asked with respect and a sweet smile.

"Yes, I am," Song Ningran nodded.

"Hello, Miss Song. Young Master Mo Cheng and your classmates are waiting for you in the Tian character private room on the sixth floor," said the hostess, lifting her arm, ready to lead Song Ningran towards the elevator.

Qin Heng was about to follow, but he was stopped by a male waiter. The male waiter glanced at Qin Heng's attire with a somewhat disdainful look and said indifferently, "I'm sorry, but Young Master Mo Cheng mentioned that the Tian character private room is full and can only accommodate Miss Song. You, sir, are welcome to dine in the downstairs hall; feel free to order any dish. The bill will be covered by Young Master Mo Cheng, so there's no need to worry about the expense."

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