Qin Heng left the gymnasium with Chu Yun.

The horizon already showed a crimson glow. The setting sun's afterglow fell upon Chu Yun's pretty face, tinting her fair cheeks with a rosy hue and making her look exceptionally beautiful.

It was nearly time for school to end. First and second-year students could be seen leaving their classrooms, either heading to the cafeteria or going home.

"Qin Heng, you were so awesome just now," Chu Yun looked at Qin Heng, grabbed his arm, her expression excited and her eyes full of admiration, and smiled. "Mmm... and very handsome too! By the way, you've practiced martial arts, haven't you? Is there really a Martial World?"

Chu Yun was a gentle and delicate girl, but her father had once been a martial arts instructor.

However, since her earliest memories, he had been bedridden after an accident broke his leg. He took to writing novels to help support the family.

After she started kindergarten, her father would tell her various martial arts anecdotes, the veracity of which was uncertain.

They were said to be events he had experienced firsthand.

Chu Yun grew up listening to these stories.

Deep in her heart, the seed of "martial arts" had actually been planted early on, but it had always remained hidden. Qin Heng's performance today gradually brought back memories of those stories that used to make her heart surge with excitement.

"The Martial World?" Qin Heng was startled, then shook his head and said, "I'm not familiar with that. Actually, I've only practiced some exercises for strengthening the body. It's nothing special."

"Oh..." Chu Yun nodded. She trusted Qin Heng completely, and since he said so, it must be true.

Actually, Qin Heng really hadn't lied.

"Chu Yun, are you going home?" Qin Heng checked his phone for the time and asked, "If you're going home, let's go together."

"...Doesn't senior year still have evening self-study sessions? Whether we're day students or boarders, we have to attend," Chu Yun was taken aback, already accustomed to school ending at ten o'clock at night in her senior year.

"What's evening self-study?" Qin Heng shook his head, chuckling. "Then I'll take you back to the classroom."

Young Master Qin showing up for school was good enough. Evening self-study? Dream on.

"..." Chu Yun was speechless.

But she had pretty much gotten used to Qin Heng's lawlessness; after all, even the principal had been unable to do anything before.

The gymnasium was some distance from the classrooms.

Qin Heng and Chu Yun walked under the trees, close together, resembling a couple of student sweethearts. Passing students pointed and laughed, causing Chu Yun's cheeks to turn red as she involuntarily lowered her head.

"Stop right there!" Suddenly, a stern shout rang out, and then a tall middle-aged man rushed over, yelling, "The school does not allow puppy love, do you hear..."

His words stopped abruptly, as if his mouth were stuffed with chicken feathers, producing no sound at all.

"Oh... It's Young Master Qin." The middle-aged man's demeanor immediately changed, his tone becoming fawning. "I saw nothing, absolutely nothing. HEH HEH HEH."

After speaking, he quickly walked away as if fleeing.

Chu Yun hadn't even had time to react to what had happened when the man vanished without a trace.

"It's nothing, just an idiot." Qin Heng dismissed it nonchalantly, waving his hand, and continued leading Chu Yun towards the classroom.

The surrounding students who witnessed this scene were stunned. Holy shit! Wasn't that Mei Jie, the vice director of the Academic Affairs Office? He was notorious for catching couples in puppy love and never missed. What kind of act was this today?

After escorting Chu Yun to the classroom, Qin Heng left the school grounds, unaware of how many envious, jealous, and resentful gazes from twelfth graders followed him.

In the twelfth grade, very few could simply skip the evening self-study sessions.

「...」

Tianhai City, known as Demon City, had quite a beautiful nightscape.

This modern international metropolis had no concept of nightfall. It was just past seven in the evening, and the city was already bathed in neon lights. Countless stylish and pretty girls were leisurely strolling and shopping on the streets.

It was summer now, and many girls wore light summer outfits—a truly dazzling sight for many onlookers.

Among them, some female broadcasters were holding selfie sticks, live streaming with their smartphones, occasionally pouting and acting cute, pleading for rockets and planes.

Qin Heng watched the worldly bustle and smiled faintly, feeling an indescribable sense of relaxation and delight.

In the Immortal realm, one couldn't enjoy such scenes.

However, just as he planned to continue walking and head home, a pretty girl wearing a red camisole and a black mini skirt approached, holding a selfie stick in her hand.

"Excuse me, classmate, can I bother you for a moment?" Her soft voice rang out as the girl approached Qin Heng with a smile. "I'm broadcaster 233 from Shark Platform. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

At the same time, the barrage of comments on her live stream phone screen began to explode. Thousands of people went wild.

"Wow! He's a handsome guy! 233 isn't going to fall for him, is she? She never interviews good-looking guys before!"

"Ah! I suddenly feel heartbroken! 233, don't be impulsive; they say all the handsome guys are GAY!"

"This guy looks pretty handsome, but you can tell he's young, and he's not wearing anything fancy. Definitely a poor sod. 233, he can't afford you!"

...

The barrage of comments was relentless, and Qin Heng saw it all clearly. However, he didn't care, knowing these people were just messing around.

Seeing that Qin Heng didn't show any resistance, broadcaster 233 smiled and said, "So, handsome guy, you're still a high school student, right? Do you have any dreams for the future?"

Qin Heng nodded slightly and replied indifferently, "Of course I have dreams: to break through the Eternal realm, ascend to the highest, comprehend all laws, live forever, and never perish."

Broadcaster 233 stared at Qin Heng in astonishment, her mind blank. She had no idea how to respond.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Damn, that's so awesome! So cool! HA HA HA!! It turns out this handsome guy has a serious case of 'chunibyo'!"

"MOTHERF***ER! I also want to live forever, to be immortal! Is there any lady who wants to cultivate with me? I'll help you ascend to Nascent Soul on the spot!"

...

233 took a deep breath and smiled awkwardly yet politely. "You're quite humorous, handsome guy."

Qin Heng smiled and said, "I know you don't believe it, but your interview and the people in your live stream are quite interesting. What's your room number? I'll give you a tip."

233 was startled at first, then smiled. "Thank you, handsome guy. My room number is 23333. Just a few bucks will do."

She didn't want Qin Heng to tip too much.

After all, in her view, Qin Heng was just an ordinary high school student using his family's money.

She didn't want to accept such tips and had refused many similar ones in the past.

Because of this, even though she had tens of thousands of fans, her actual income wasn't large, and broadcasting was just a hobby.

However, at this moment, Qin Heng had already opened the Shark Platform.

He casually topped up some money and tipped one hundred Super Rockets before turning around and leaving.

It was time to go home; his sister and Song Ningran were waiting for him for dinner.

233, however, stood frozen in place.

She stared in disbelief as Super Rockets continuously scrolled across her live stream screen, leaving her completely stunned.

A Super Rocket cost 2,000, and a hundred meant 200,000!

Her monthly salary was only about five or six thousand!

The people in the live stream also exploded.

"Holy shit, a hundred Super Rockets! I bow down! That's 200,000 RMB! Godly rich guy!!"

"Epic! I apologize, I slap my own face! I actually called that handsome guy a poor sod earlier! Damn! Goddess 233, don't fall for it!"

"I refuse to accept this! Money can't buy love!!"

「...」

Meanwhile, Qin Heng had reached the familiar path leading to his home.

Suddenly, a Mercedes stopped ahead, blocking his way. A tall young woman dressed in a white blouse, black skirt, and flesh-colored stockings stepped out.

This woman came up to Qin Heng with a gentle smile and said, "You must be Mr. Qin, I presume? I am Wei Ying, secretary to CEO Li Tianlong of Tianlong Group.

Director Li has reserved a private room at Yunqing Pavilion. Would Mr. Qin be kind enough to join us for a talk?"