Leave? He actually let me leave!?

Yun Lingsu was stunned. She subconsciously raised her head to look at Qin Heng, her expression incredulous. She had not anticipated that Qin Heng would say such a thing.

Previously, at the Suzhou-Hangzhou Martial Dao exchange, she had constantly mocked him. She had said he would surely be killed by Zhong Shenxi, thus offending him. Initially, she thought she would be killed. Having narrowly escaped death, she was then forced to act as a nanny here.

To think that the Divine Sword Sect's star of tomorrow, a talent seen but once in hundreds of years, would actually be reduced to being a nanny here! Yun Lingsu knew she had definitely become a laughingstock among her peers, perhaps even in the entire reclusive Martial Dao community.

Yet, even so, she constantly pondered escape. Only her fear of Qin Heng's strength prevented her from daring to actually flee.

Now, I've actually received permission!

He released me! This young Great Grandmaster, whose power is unbelievably strong, who could even compare with a Semi-Saint or even a Saint... Can I really leave this place, abandon the role of a nanny, and return to my sect?

In that instant, Yun Lingsu felt a great surge of surprise, yet also a strange sense of melancholy. Her heart inexplicably felt empty, as if she had lost all purpose in life.

She even felt a desolation akin to cold ashes in her heart, as though she had been abandoned.

Recalling Qin Heng's earlier words—that I wasn't qualified to be his maid, that not even celestial fairies were worthy—how arrogant, how proud!

Such an arrogant person should be struck by lightning!

But why? Why do I feel that leaving here might be something I regret for a lifetime? Yun Lingsu was utterly bewildered, completely lost in confusion.

Qin Heng said nothing, just stood there, looking down at her calmly, waiting for her decision.

For him, Yun Lingsu the nanny was truly dispensable.

Whether she stayed or left made no difference to him.

Yun Lingsu, however, was unaware of what an immense honor it was to be a nanny by his side. It was something countless celestial fairies and goddesses, even immortal women existing since the dawn of Chaos, earnestly sought yet could not obtain.

Yun Lingsu still hesitated. She lowered her head, lightly bit her red lip, and closed her eyes. After pondering for a long time, she finally took a deep breath, then lifted her head, opened her eyes, looked at Qin Heng, and said, "Thank you, Young Master Qin, for allowing me to leave."

After speaking, she respectfully kowtowed to Qin Heng, performing nine full bows. Then she stood up, turned, and departed from Qin Heng's villa.

I still want to return to my sect. I still want to go back to the Divine Sword Sect, to resume being its favored prodigy, and perhaps one day even become a Saintess!

"She just left like that?" Song Ningran looked towards the door and suddenly laughed. "However, I think she'll come back. She's a very astute person."

"Why would she?" Qin Yun, on the other hand, looked curious and confused. "She's just a nanny in our house. If she goes back to her own sect, she'll be their cherished prodigy, right? Why would she come back?"

Qin Yun was no longer oblivious to the affairs of the Martial Dao world. She had learned quite a bit through her interactions with Yun Lingsu and Qin Heng.

She had even once begged Qin Heng to teach her martial arts.

But Qin Heng had not agreed. Although the world's Spiritual Energy was beginning to revive, it was, overall, still the End of Dharma Age. Cultivating under such conditions would result in an unstable foundation.

Therefore, it was better to wait until the Law of Spiritual Qi fully revived and Earth returned to its ancient era of flourishing cultivation before she began her training.

"Little Yun, have you considered this? She's been our nanny for so many days. Will the Divine Sword Sect still accept her?" Song Ningran smiled. "If she leaves here, she'll have nowhere else to go, so she'll surely come back."

"No, the Divine Sword Sect will accept her. They will even foster her vigorously. In the coming era of great contention, powerful experts are paramount; 'face' is irrelevant," Qin Heng chuckled. "But for that very reason, Yun Lingsu will still come back, as long as she's not foolish."

"Indeed, that's true." Song Ningran, ever astute, smiled. "Even the Divine Sword Sect cannot compare to you. Although I don't understand martial arts, I have a rough idea of how strong you are. She should be even more aware of it."

"That's correct, in principle," Qin Heng said, standing with his hands behind his back. He gazed at the villa gates as Yun Lingsu's figure appeared within the range of his Divine Sense. He chuckled, "But the door of our Qin family isn't one you can just walk in and out of as you please. Let's eat. Don't mind her."

As long as Yun Lingsu wasn't foolish, she would understand that in the coming era of Spiritual Energy revival, staying here would be far better than being at the Divine Sword Sect.

The Divine Sword Sect, after all, was a collective entity with numerous disciples and a complex power structure.

Especially after the revival of Spiritual Energy, slumbering Saints might awaken, and the entire sect's power hierarchy would likely need restructuring.

Before the Spiritual Energy revival, she had status and resources.

But whether she could maintain her current position after the Spiritual Energy revival remained to be seen.

However, Qin Heng didn't plan to concern himself with her for now.

People must always pay a price for their choices.

…

After dinner, Qin Heng returned to his room.

While clearing the table, Song Ningran mentioned that she had prepared a special gift to thank Qin Heng for saving her that evening.

Since Song Ningran wanted to express her gratitude, Qin Heng naturally didn't refuse and accepted immediately.

He didn't think much of it.

Back in his room, he sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed. He circulated his Mana, using his Divine Sense to perceive the Dao's resonance and the omnipresent fundamental principles within the void.

Calm and focused, he planned to first meditate and regulate his energies for a while.

At midnight, when the stars reached their zenith and the world was enveloped in deep silence, he would begin crafting a replica of the Chaotic Clock to serve as his personal Spiritual Treasure.

Once this treasure was successfully crafted, he would no longer have any significant concerns.

By then, even an expert at the peak of Foundation Establishment would be easily crushed by him, and ordinary Golden Core Stage experts would likely be unable to harm him at all!

A ten-million-ton-grade nuclear bomb! He could withstand it head-on!

And that would only be its defensive capability; its offensive power would be even more outstanding!

A single strike! It could lay waste to an area tens of kilometers in radius—this was no exaggeration. By then, Qin Heng would be a literal human-shaped natural disaster, capable of destroying cities and vanquishing nations with ease!

He would be like a god walking among mortals, a celestial descended to the mundane world!

However, just before midnight...

CLICK!

The door to the room suddenly opened. Qin Heng slowly opened his eyes to see a tall, slender, and beautiful figure cautiously tiptoeing in.

It was Song Ningran!

She wore a thin, pink nightgown, secured only by two delicate straps. It looked as if a gentle tug could undo them, an incredibly seductive sight.

She didn't look at Qin Heng. Keeping her head down and her eyes closed, she gently untied the straps of her nightgown.

The silk-like garment slid from her delicate body like flowing water.

Instantly, the charming beauty, bathed in the moonlight—all her splendor—was laid bare before Qin Heng's eyes.

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