Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Promise?

What promise?

Li Qiuting was taken aback upon hearing Qin Heng's words, intending to press for details.

But when she turned her head to look, she realized that Qin Heng had already walked far away.

So fast! She marveled inwardly.

Yet unbeknownst to her—

Though Qin Heng appeared to be walking normally, he was actually covering dozens of meters in a single step.

This was the Daoist technique of shrinking distances with each step.

Ordinary people couldn't detect it at all.

Promise, could he be talking about the Tianhuo Real Estate matter? Li Qiuting quickly realized. Then her cheeks suddenly flushed red, and her expression became flustered.

Previously, she had indeed made a statement.

If Beijing Tianhuo Real Estate Co., Ltd. went bankrupt by tomorrow, then Qin Heng could make a demand of her, any demand!

Back then, Li Qiuting had made that statement out of sheer frustration.

Moreover, she did not believe that Qin Heng could actually achieve such a feat at the time, considering Tianhuo Real Estate was a listed company with a market value of tens of billions; its collapse wouldn't come so easily.

But now, the situation was different.

In Li Qiuting's eyes, Qin Heng's identity was filled with mysteries, like a rolling fog that was elusive.

Even the president of Beijing University was afraid of him!

With such a significant figure, how mysterious and powerful might his identity be?

Bringing down a tens-of-billion-yuan listed company within a day seemed not impossible after all!

If he really did it, then... Li Qiuting suddenly felt overwhelmed with worry. What was she to do? She had said he could make any demand.

What if he made *that* kind of demand? What then?

Although Li Qiuting was already a junior in college, she was very pretty and had an excellent figure. She was also exceptionally tall, nearly 1.8 meters. Wearing high heels, she approached 1.9 meters, so no one dared to pursue her.

And she didn't fancy anyone else, thus she had no experience with love at all.

However, being part of China's new generation with wide access to information online, she did have some understanding of *that* particular matter.

Naturally, this led to some inevitable associations.

Her inner turmoil heightened.

...

Qin Heng left the new student registration area.

He simply took his registration form, picked up some items, and went to find his dormitory.

As for Cheng Tong's situation, he couldn't be bothered to deal with it.

Such insignificant matters could be left to a slave like Tan Wenhe. They simply didn't warrant his attention.

Beijing University is a historic and prestigious institution.

Schools of this type not only have a profound cultural heritage but also share another characteristic: the student dormitories, especially the men's dormitories, are quite old.

However, Qin Heng didn't mind this, as he planned to stay in the dormitory for a while.

If it wasn't comfortable enough, he would just buy a building nearby.

No matter how expensive Beijing's real estate prices were, to Qin Heng, they were mere trifles—insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Qin Heng arrived at his dormitory.

He pushed open the door.

He found that there were already two people inside. It was an ordinary four-person room with a layout of bunk beds above desks. Two young men were present: one was playing video games, and the other was reading a book.

Seeing someone enter, both of them put down what they were holding and stood up.

"Hello, my name is Jingfeng, from Jizhou."

The person speaking was the young man who had been playing video games earlier. He had an average appearance, a height of around 1.8 meters, and was wearing a tank top that showed off his muscular, sinewy arms, giving him a burly and formidable look.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Pingqiao, from Luyang."

The young man who had been reading greeted them somewhat shyly. He had delicate features, the 'pretty boy' type that girls often liked. He wasn't very tall, barely 1.7 meters, and had a refined appearance.

"Hello, I'm Qin Heng, from Tianhai."

Qin Heng nodded slightly and sized up the two individuals. Under the perception of his Divine Sense, nothing about them could remain hidden. Jiang Pingqiao was just an ordinary person, but Jingfeng was not so simple.

He had cultivation at the peak of the Transcendence Realm!

He was just one step away from entering the Innate Realm. What's more, he was very young, having just turned eighteen—practically at the same level as Hong Guchen, whom Qin Heng had once killed.

This was very rare, even in the hidden world of Martial Dao.

However, judging by his expression, he seemed unaware of Qin Heng's identity.

Of course, it was also possible he hadn't considered it.

After all, the commanding presence of Qin Xuantian, invincible in the world, was quite different from the demeanor of Qin Heng, a new student just entering university.

Afterward, they exchanged courtesies and got to know each other a little.

Qin Heng was as honest as ever.

He mentioned that his parents did business in Beijing and owned a rental property in Tianhai, describing his life as quite ordinary.

At the same time, he also learned about Jingfeng and Jiang Pingqiao's situations.

Jiang Pingqiao's family was ordinary working class; both his parents were regular company employees. His family wasn't rich, but they weren't poor either—a typical situation for most students.

Jingfeng was a bit special.

He was an orphan. According to his own words, his parents had abandoned him when he was very little, and an old Taoist from Qingcheng Mountain had raised him.

For the past eighteen years, he had always been on Qingcheng Mountain. His understanding of the outside world was mostly limited to the internet, which had also led to him developing an incurable internet addiction.

Two months ago, that old Taoist used some method to send him to Beijing University.

And he also gave him a mission:

to secretly protect the young mistress of a prominent Beijing family.

Upon hearing all this, Jiang Pingqiao was instantly fascinated. Looking at Jingfeng with a surprised expression, he exclaimed, "Wow, that's like something out of a novel! Can you do martial arts too?"

"A bit," Jingfeng nodded, smiling. "I'm not that good, just enough to deal with ordinary people."

He seemed very modest.

But upon a closer look, one could see a hint of prideful superiority hiding in his eyes.

Qin Heng also chuckled. "Going by the novel template, you'll end up as her personal bodyguard, win her heart, inherit the family business, and reach the pinnacle of life."

CLATTER! BANG!

Just then, a noisy clamor came from outside the dorm as a crowd of men and women, young and old, filed in, quickly filling the entire dormitory.

"What the hell! This dorm is so shabby! Beijing University's dorms are utter trash. It's like a dog kennel! Is this even a place for humans to live?" a woman with heavy makeup and hands full of gold rings exclaimed, gesturing around with a look of disgust.

Qin Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and Jingfeng's expression immediately darkened. Not fit for people to live in? Then what did that make the current occupants?

"You three, you live in this shabby dorm too, right?"

Another tall man with gold-rimmed glasses approached Qin Heng and the others, pulling out a thick stack of cash from his bag.

SLAP!

He slapped the thick stack of cash down on the table.

Then, with an air of condescension, he glanced indifferently at Qin Heng and the other two, his expression a mixture of disdain and impatience, before saying,

"Listen up, you three. My son is going to live here too. He's of noble status, not like you poor sods. Now, take this money and make sure you serve him well.

"In simple terms, with this money, you're to be my son's servants, taking care of his daily needs. This is your pay, and you must not let my son suffer the slightest inconvenience, understand?"