"Qin Xuantian! Don't push people too far!"

Sun Qianlei's gaze was fixed on Qin Heng, no longer showing any of the previous respect, as he spoke in a deep voice, "I know you think you're very powerful and don't take others seriously, but you're definitely no match for the Great Grandmaster of the Sun Temple!"

The strength of Grandmasters from hidden sects far surpasses worldly Grandmasters, and the same goes for Great Grandmasters. An Innate Grandmaster who cultivates ancient Divine Skill could crush a worldly Great Grandmaster of the same realm with just a finger.

There is no comparison between the two.

"What a lot of nonsense." Qin Heng frowned and took a step forward. With a casual palm strike to Sun Qianlei's body, a series of crackling noises erupted as Sun Qianlei was sent flying, crashing into a mountain wall over a hundred meters away.

The people around were stunned by this scene, looking at Qin Heng in disbelief. Chai Lin was so scared that he trembled all over.

That was Sun Qianlei! A top figure in the Suzhou-Hangzhou area, a Grandmaster of the Transcendence Realm! It was rumored that he had even caught the eye of the Sun Temple and might be inducted into an ancient sect!

But now, he was casually slapped away by this man, as if he were swatting a mosquito!

Inconceivable!!

"Qin Xuantian, this is Qin Xuantian!!" Chai Lin shouted in terror, his guts turning green with regret. He fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing to Qin Xuantian and crying out, "Mercy, Grandmaster Qin! I can give you anything! I can give you a hundred million, no, no, no, a billion!"

"Heh?" Qin Heng let out a light chuckle, looking down at Chai Lin kneeling on the ground. "If I were really just an ordinary person facing a Martial Artist like you, would I be doomed to die today?"

Chai Lin was at a loss for words. He had indeed thought of Qin Heng as a useless person without martial skills, someone he could easily kill. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, only able to keep kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Since you know there's nothing to say, then why beg for mercy?" Qin Heng said with a cold laugh. He lifted his foot and kicked Chai Lin squarely in the chest. With a dull thud, Chai Lin was sent flying over a hundred meters into a mountain wall, smashed into a bloody pulp!

Dead beyond any doubt!!

Those who had mocked Qin Heng earlier were all pale with fright. They quickly channeled their Internal Force, pressed their hands on their own shoulders, and, right in front of Qin Heng, snapped their own arms!

Then they knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Qin Heng and shouting, "Mercy, Grandmaster Qin, please grant us mercy!!"

"Scram!" Qin Heng said indifferently. He didn't even glance at these people and, with Xue Yi, walked towards the valley where the Martial Dao exchange meeting was being held.

As for those people from earlier, Qin Heng couldn't be bothered to kill them; it would have dirtied his hands.

「...」

Many people had come to the Martial Dao exchange meeting.

It was a mixed crowd. People from all walks of life were present, not just Martial Artists. The scene in the valley was like a bustling market where people could barter goods or use money to purchase items.

"Benefactor, this is the liveliest place at the Martial Dao exchange meeting, known as the Martial Dao Street Market," Xue Yi said. "There aren't many truly good things here, but rare treasures can be found. Some have even bought centuries-old medicines, Divine Weapon fragments, and ancient books containing fragments of Divine Skill here."

"Take me to the place where ancient books are sold." Qin Heng nodded. "You've been away from home for several days; your family must be worried. After we get to the ancient book stalls, you should go home and see them."

"Thank you, Benefactor." Xue Yi bowed in gratitude and then said, "If you need anything, you can find me anytime. Xue Yi is willing to serve you loyally."

"There's no need for that." Qin Heng waved his hand and said with a smile, "Let's go."

The two arrived at the market area selling ancient books, and Xue Yi bid farewell to Qin Heng and left.

Qin Heng looked at the bustling street market, feeling as if he were seeing the markets within the starry depths of the Immortal Cultivation World, and many thoughts filled his mind.

He browsed several bookstalls, finding they contained only ordinary cultural relics and ancient books, mostly recording common travelogues or ancient remedies for diseases. While they might be suitable as antiques, their content held nothing he needed.

What he needed were fragments of the *East China Travel Notes* or other ancient books that recorded information about Immortal Mansion remnants scattered amongst various famous mountains and great rivers.

Finally, when Qin Heng had nearly finished browsing all the bookstalls, he approached a small stall. The vendor, a thin, frail-looking old man in his seventies or eighties, smiled and said to Qin Heng, "Young man, are you looking for ancient books that record information about Immortal Mansion remnants?"

"That's right," Qin Heng nodded, not evading the question. He had already made it clear what kind of ancient books he was looking for while browsing the stalls.

After all, he wasn't afraid of anything; no one could harm him. He simply did what was convenient, seeing no need to be secretive.

"Hehe, young people certainly have courage," the old man chuckled. "Such ancient books are usually collected by the major sects. It's very rare to find them scattered about."

"Do you have any here?" Qin Heng looked at the old man and said in a serious tone, "You can name your price." He wasn't short of money, anyway.

"Hehe, it's not a matter of price," the old man said. "I do have a fragment of an ancient book here. It records the location of an ancient Immortal's cave-abode. I can sell it to you, but I'm afraid you might not live to take it out."

"You don't need to worry about that," Qin Heng smiled. "What do you want for it?"

"Haha, you've got guts, young man," the old man laughed. "I've already memorized the contents of this ancient book, so keeping it is useless to me. I happened to be looking to sell it. This old one likes the look of you; just take it. I'll sell it to you for one yuan."

Saying so, the old man took out a crumpled yellow piece of paper from his robes. It was densely covered in writing and had diagrams sketched with lines.

Qin Heng gave the old man one yuan, took the ancient book fragment, and saw that it recorded the location of the ancient Immortal Taiyi Who Saves from Suffering's Immortal Mansion, with a clear route.

Although Qin Heng's realm was far above that of this ancient Immortal, exploring forgotten Immortal Mansions on Earth helped him identify the differences between this world's Earth and that of his previous life, which, in turn, deepened his comprehension of the Supreme Law.

He wasn't searching for Immortal Mansions for their own sake but used them as clues to uncover the secrets of Earth in this world.

After Qin Heng stored away the ancient book fragment, he realized the old man had vanished.

Only a line of words remained on the ground.

"Kid, if you manage to walk out of here alive, I'll allow you to come to Kunlun Mountain to find me. Just mention my name, Daoist Three Illusions, and that will suffice."

Looking at the line of words, Qin Heng chuckled softly. Have I encountered a reclusive master roaming the mortal world? Yet, little do you know, everything about you is as clear as day to me. A Martial Saint, indeed equivalent to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Previously, the instant he saw the old man, Qin Heng had seen through his cultivation. The old man himself hadn't realized it at all, believing he had hidden it very well.

However, regardless, this old man had left Qin Heng with a rather good impression.

The most crucial part was obtaining a fragment of an ancient book detailing an Immortal's forgotten abode. If he could uncover some truths from it, perhaps it would further deepen his comprehension of the Supreme Law.

"Hey! Qin Heng, what are you doing here?"

Just as Qin Heng was contemplating whether or not to go looking for trouble with the Great Grandmaster of the Sun Temple, he suddenly heard two female voices. He turned and saw two vibrant, youthful young women walking towards him.

Both appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old.

One wore a light yellow short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts. She had delicate features, a pretty face, long hair cascading over her shoulders, and a tall figure, over 1.7 meters.

The other wore an off-shoulder dress in a striking pink. Her appearance was very pure and beautiful, with a simple, elegant air, like a cute girl-next-door.