Qin Ning pondered slightly for three seconds, then leaped up and vanished from his spot.
Meanwhile, the interior of the airplane was already in utter chaos.
The captain, co-pilot, and engineer were still desperately trying to pull the plane up.
This was a private jet.
Inside the cabin, there were only a few tall, blonde, blue-eyed foreign stewardesses and a middle-aged man in his forties. At this moment, he was spewing a string of curses in English, roaring in sheer impotence.
Richard.
The current patriarch of the York family from Country Y, and also one of the top ten wealthiest people in the world. He possessed wealth that ordinary people could hardly imagine in a lifetime.
To put it simply, even if you multiplied your total gaming currency by a hundred, the resulting number would merely be a drop in the bucket compared to his fortune.
"Shit!"
"What the fuck!"
At this moment, Richard was in deep despair. He had actually gone to Country H for a minor facial cosmetic surgery and to make some investments there.
However, on the way back to Country Y, he never expected that while flying over the airspace of Huaxia, the plane would suddenly encounter an accident here.
Seeing that they were about to crash, indignation, anger, and various other emotions surfaced on his face one by one.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a loud bang came from outside the plane. Richard thought the plane had made contact with the ground and couldn't help but close his eyes, waiting for death to arrive.
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
If the plane had really crashed, it should have been instantaneous, and he wouldn't have been able to hear any sound at all.
Moreover, the sensation of falling seemed to have disappeared.
He looked out the window, only to see a young figure standing on thin air above the left side of the plane.
"Oh! God!"
Such a scene instantly made Richard exclaim loudly. With a look of utter disbelief, he kept shrieking wildly, "God! I saw God! No! It's Buddha! No, no, no... it's... an Eastern deity!"
At this moment, Qin Ning was supporting the falling fuselage with his spiritual energy. Like an invisible giant hand wrapping around the entire aircraft, he caused the plane to descend slowly towards the ground, eventually landing gently.
"Swoosh!"
After doing all this, he had no intention of staying. Instead, he simply turned around, flashed towards the distant void, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"An Eastern deity! Damn it! I knew this mysterious country truly had deities!"
Richard witnessed the entire process from the cabin. His face was filled with excitement and disbelief. "Quick! Make a call! We must find this Eastern deity!"
...
A few minutes later.
Outside a villa in Liu City.
Qin Ning returned here.
It was still morning. The matters concerning the Feiya Group had mostly been wrapped up over the past few days. At this moment, Qin Fei and the others were cultivating in the garden behind the villa.
"Young Master Qin!"
Seeing Qin Ning suddenly appear, Xia Fei, Wang Er, and the others immediately came forward to greet him.
"Brother, you're back!"
Qin Fei also trotted over all the way, excitedly saying to Qin Ning, "Brother, quickly see if I've cultivated spiritual energy!"
"Oh? Then let me take a look."
Hearing this, Qin Ning smiled faintly and then began to examine her. "Not bad, not bad. You have indeed cultivated spiritual energy within your body. Although it's not strong, you have officially stepped through the threshold of cultivation."
Qin Ning was very gratified.
His purpose in having Qin Fei cultivate was not to make her incredibly powerful.
It was simply to increase her lifespan.
After all, human life is but a fleeting few decades. Even with his immortal tea and pills, living for two or three hundred years would pretty much be the limit.
If she wanted to live longer, Qin Fei had to elevate her own cultivation base.
"Now that you have cultivated spiritual energy, you can start absorbing spirit stones. It just so happens that I went to the provincial capital a few days ago and obtained some raw materials that can be refined into a dozen spirit stones. When the time comes, I'll give you one to try first," Qin Ning said with a smile.
"Thank you, brother." Qin Fei happily kissed him on the cheek.
Qin Ning did not disturb them further, letting them continue their cultivation there. He returned inside the villa, preparing to refine the materials he had acquired in the provincial capital over the past couple of days into spirit stones.
This was not a difficult task for him.
At noon.
Having finished their cultivation, Qin Fei and the others also returned to the villa.
Zhou Ping'an and Cai Cheng immediately went to cook.
Right now, the meals for everyone in the villa were handled by the two of them.
Xia Fei and Wang Er were responsible for cleaning, while Zhong Mingyuan remained dead silent as usual.
As for the four girls, Cheng Weiyang, Gu Siyu, Su Xingwan, and Qin Fei, they weren't completely idle either and would occasionally help out, but for the most part, Xia Fei, Wang Er, and the others took care of everything.
Just as Zhou Ping'an and Cai Cheng finished cooking and placed the dishes on the table, Qin Ning also came down from his room.
He took out a refined spirit stone and handed it to Qin Fei. It was a round, white stone, extremely smooth, and about the size of a ping-pong ball.
"After we finish eating, come upstairs, and I'll teach you how to use it," Qin Ning said.
"Okay."
Qin Fei nodded obediently.
Right at that moment, Qin Ning's phone rang.
He glanced at the caller ID, which read Elder Zeng.
Without needing to think, he knew that the news of him saving an airplane on his way back to Liu City must have reached Elder Zeng.
"Elder Zeng, is there something you need me for?" Qin Ning answered the call.
Elder Zeng's laughter came through, "Haha, you kid are asking when you already know the answer. You were the one who saved Richard from Country Y, right? Aside from you, I truly can't think of anyone else who could be the Eastern deity he was talking about."
"I just happened to encounter it on my way back to Liu City. I suppose he was lucky," Qin Ning smiled faintly.
"That guy is in the top ten of the global rich list, and his family holds immense power in Country Y. Even the royal family wouldn't dare provoke them easily. Qin Ning, you've really done us a huge favor this time. Saving Richard has drastically increased his goodwill towards our country. In the future, a lot of business dealings with Europe will be much easier for us," Elder Zeng thanked him sincerely.
"By the way, that guy is now outright refusing to leave us. He insists on meeting you no matter what. I wonder if it's convenient for you? If it's not, I'll just ignore him and arrange a plane to send him back later. Don't worry, I've already had people handle the confidentiality work. This matter will absolutely not be leaked to the public."
Elder Zeng was well aware of Qin Ning's special status. Anything related to him could not be easily disclosed, nor would it ever be reported on the internet.
As for Richard, as long as he wasn't stupid, he should also know to keep it strictly confidential. After all, how could anyone who had witnessed Qin Ning in action with their own eyes not know how terrifying he was?
Even if Richard were given ten thousand times the courage, he absolutely wouldn't dare to breathe a single word of it to the outside world.

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