Most Approaching Martial God

Then he strode openly toward the car door. "Driver, open the door."

The driver looked at Qin Heng strangely, as though with both admiration and pity.

The door opened. Qin Heng slowly stepped down and took several steps toward the Border Wall.

"Old Mister Wang, with such a grand display, are you planning to judge me personally?" Qin Heng asked.

At that moment, he calmed down instead.

Things had already come this far. There was nothing left to fear. Death was death, one way or another—but at least before he died, he could not lose his dignity.

Wang Jianming coldly shouted from afar, "Qin Heng, do you know your crime?!"

Qin Heng sneered. "What crime have I committed?"

"Qin Heng!" Fu Yuntai hurriedly signaled with his eyes, telling him to lower his head, admit his mistake, and beg for a chance to live.

"You killed my grandnephew. What crime do you think that is?!"

Wang Jianming's voice was like Nine Heavens Thunder, making people's eardrums ache.

Qin Heng bore the brunt of it. He felt terribly uncomfortable, his blood and qi churning inside him as though he had been held over a fire.

But he gritted his teeth and endured it, saying coldly, "Your grandnephew had been targeting me at every turn since three years ago. Provoking and insulting me was not enough—he stole my food and harassed my girlfriend! Back then, we were of equal status, and his abilities were limited, so he could not do anything to me. Later, relying on your connections, he became worse and worse. Not only did he spread rumors to slander me, he controlled public opinion and spread it throughout the city in an attempt to ruin my future. During this wilderness practical examination, he even joined forces with several people from your War God Martial Hall to try to kill me! If I had not been somewhat capable, my corpse would already be rotting in the wilderness!"

Wang Jianming angrily said, "Utter nonsense! My grandnephew conducted himself uprightly and had never committed the slightest unlawful act. How dare you slander him?!"

Qin Heng gave a hollow laugh. "How do you wake someone pretending to sleep? Since you have chosen to be selectively blind, old man, I have nothing more to say."

"You!"

These words had clearly enraged Wang Jianming.

He truly did not know what sort of vile deeds his grandnephew had committed.

When he had searched for his relatives before, his subordinates had handled it for him. When they first found Wang Peng, they had praised him to the skies, boasting as if he were the finest young talent in the world.

Wang Jianming had been so delighted that he waved his hand and distributed millions in rewards to his subordinates. He had even taken Wang Peng around to meet the upper echelons of Base City, proud beyond measure.

In the days afterward, Wang Peng had also been unfailingly obedient before him and had never done a single bad thing.

Otherwise, during the Martial God Plaza assessment, Wang Jianming would not have fully believed Wang Peng's casual words and immediately given up competing for a genius like Qin Heng.

But all of it had been an act by Wang Peng.

Having received guidance from others, Wang Peng knew that Wang Jianming was an upright, impartial Old Hero who hated nothing more than social parasites who did not act like human beings.

Therefore, before acknowledging him as family, Wang Peng had joined hands with the subordinate responsible for finding relatives and used countless connections to scrub his dark history clean.

Over the following months, he indeed had not committed many overt misdeeds. Even when he occasionally bullied men and women, raped, plundered, and abducted, someone would clean up after him, ensuring that word never reached Wang Jianming.

Thus, even now, Wang Jianming did not know just what a vile beast the only relative he had worked so hard to find truly was.

"I see you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Since that is the case, this old man will send you on your way!"

Wang Jianming had decided Qin Heng was an evil man who had cruelly murdered his kind-hearted grandnephew. Having said this much in front of countless soldiers at the Border Wall, he now had ample reason to act.

The old man raised his hand and struck out with his palm through the air, intending to kill Qin Heng.

But at that moment, a voice came from the other side of the nearby Border Wall.

"Don't be in such a hurry to act. Let the child finish speaking."

The voice sounded lazy, as though its owner had just woken up.

Yet the commotion it caused was anything but small.

Wang Jianming had already mobilized the power of a Grandmaster and sent a palm strike through the air, but a streak of white light arrived later yet struck first, directly scattering it.

Wang Jianming's white brows furrowed. "Wang Daoyi, are you going to stop me?"

A figure appeared in the sky several hundred meters away.

The newcomer wore Daoist robes. His long brows hung to his cheeks, his hair was white while his face remained youthful, and he held a whisk in his hand. In a languid voice, he replied, "Even if a student of my Heavenly Dao Martial Hall is to be sentenced to death, it must first receive the consent of this curator. Besides, the matter has not been sorted out yet. You are in such a rush to kill someone—this does not suit your character of judging matters impartially."

This old Daoist was none other than Wang Daoyi, the chief curator of Heavenly Dao Martial Hall in Nansha Base City!

Qin Heng had seen this man on television. Now, seeing him from afar, he was instantly overjoyed!

I'm saved. This time, I'm really saved!

He had originally been ready to face death. Though he felt deeply wronged, there had been nothing he could do.

But Wang Daoyi had come!

The curator of Heavenly Dao Martial Hall's Nansha branch had personally come to support him!

This old Daoist was the strongest person in Nansha Base City! He was known as the Most Approaching Martial God!

With him here, even though there was also a Grandmaster on the other side, Qin Heng could still be certain that he would not die!

He absolutely would not die!

No one could kill someone in front of Curator Wang, the person Most Approaching Martial God, unless the other party was a true Martial God!

"Teacher Zhong really has connections. He actually managed to invite even Curator Wang. I heard this old immortal has not shown himself in public for more than ten years. Many people even thought he had already passed away..."

Qin Heng's emotions were complicated—joyful and excited, yet also somewhat confused.

Given his influence, Wang Daoyi should not have been alarmed. How had this happened...

In the air, the two Grandmasters faced off.

Wang Jianming snorted coldly. "What is there left to sort out?! A life for a life is the law of heaven and earth!"

Wang Daoyi pressed his hand down. "Eh, not necessarily. The law states that killing in self-defense is not a crime. Qin Heng killed your grandnephew, and I know you are angry, but we cannot overlook the details. What if your grandnephew was a beast, a piece of trash? What if he started the trouble himself, and Qin Heng had no choice but to fight back?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Wang Jianming had great faith in his grandnephew. He did not believe Wang Peng could be that sort of person, and these words enraged him so much that he nearly started fighting on the spot.

Wang Daoyi stroked his beard and smiled. "Fine, fine, fine. I will not put it so bluntly. I should leave you some face in front of the border guards."

Then he said to Qin Heng, "Child, tell us. Give a truthful account of exactly what happened. Before a Grandmaster, you must not lie. Otherwise, even This Daoist will not be able to protect you."

"Yes, Curator Wang!"

Qin Heng knew his chance had come. He immediately began proving his innocence, recounting everything that had happened before and after this wilderness assessment from beginning to end.

After hearing him out, Wang Jianming refused to believe him.

Wang Daoyi then said, "Were there not others from your War God Martial Hall who experienced this as well? Call those boys out and let them speak!"

Thus, Han Yufeng was called out of the car... and repeated everything Qin Heng had just said.

When Han Yufeng saw Wang Jianming, both his legs trembled. He dearly wanted to lie and say things favorable to Wang Peng's image.

But Wang Daoyi was standing right beside them!

The foremost person beneath the Martial God stood there. Though he looked calm and easygoing, like a kindly old man, his presence was in no way inferior to Wang Jianming's.

Han Yufeng did not dare speak falsely. He truthfully explained everything, his account nearly identical to Qin Heng's word for word.

Upon hearing it, Wang Jianming angrily said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! My grandnephew had always treated others kindly. How could he possibly provoke others first?!"

Wang Daoyi sighed. "Ah, Old Wang. You were a hero your entire life, yet you cannot see through even this little illusion. Can what your grandnephew did be called treating others kindly? Your own people have kept you in the dark all along. You simply have no idea what kind of beast that boy was."

"Wang Daoyi, shut your mouth!" Wang Jianming was practically about to go berserk.

Wang Daoyi said, "You do not believe it, do you? Fine, then This Daoist will show you some videos."

As he spoke, he reached into his Daoist robe sleeve and pulled out a tablet.

Then he tapped it twice, opened several files, and sent it floating leisurely toward Wang Jianming.