Chapter 101 The Mausoleum

It took Zhou Jiefu and the old Daoist quite a while to recover. Looking at the words recorded by people two thousand years ago, they still felt a sense of unreality, as if they were walking on cotton.

They subconsciously recalled what that person had said in the courtyard today.

They found that what he said almost perfectly matched the words recorded by Han Tan.

The old Daoist looked at the words in the ancient book and murmured, "Too detailed, too similar, it's almost, almost like…" He couldn't continue. Zhou Jiefu took a slight breath and said, "It's almost like he experienced it himself."

Both of them fell silent.

They subconsciously looked at the *Shu Lou* sword, quietly placed inside the transparent display case.

This famous ancient sword, sheathed in bronze, slept quietly, as if it had already concealed all its sharpness.

But they still remembered that just now, when it was held in the hand of the young museum owner, the sword rang out so sonorously, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs, roaring in a low and unrestrained manner, like a hero who had been away from the world for a long time. The rust accumulated over the years on the sword's body was blown up by the wind, surrounding it, sharp and cold.

"His name is Wei Yuan?"

"Yes."

The old Daoist replied, thinking of the scene he had seen in his dream the first time they met, the lone general charging towards the heroic Overlord. If he really was the halberd-bearing guard recorded in the classics, then that dream of fighting the Overlord could be explained.

And Yu Ji, and that old friend.

So that was it.

The corner of the old Daoist's eye twitched. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't say it out loud. Zhou Jiefu swallowed and put down the scroll, saying, "Do you think we should tell anyone about this?"

The old Daoist lowered his voice and said, "Whether it's true or not, keep it a secret."

Zhou Jiefu said, "I think so too."

The researcher who had just reminded Zhou Jiefu walked over and greeted them with a smile, "Old Zhou, and this old Daoist, we're having a research conference later to discuss the next direction. Would you two like to attend?"

Before, Zhou Jiefu and the old Daoist would have been interested in this kind of thing.

But now, their minds were filled with the words they had just read. They had no interest in attending such a boring research conference. Despite the researcher's warm invitation, they politely declined. They also had no intention of staying here. After a while, after grabbing some tea and snacks, they said goodbye and left.

…

At this moment.

Wei Yuan was riding a shared bicycle, carrying the vegetables he had bought along the way, thinking about some things as he headed back. He had met Jue at the end of the Qin Dynasty, and that graceful and dignified woman should be the Queen Mother of the West, if nothing unexpected happened.

The Queen Mother of the West lived in Mount Kunlun.

But Jue had said before that something was wrong with West Kunlun, so she didn't go back.

And during the Tang Dynasty, when Sangha entered the pass, Ying Long Gengchen, who was the River God of the Huai River at that time, also left the waters he controlled and returned to Mount Kunlun, never to be seen again.

He wondered what had happened to Kunlun Void.

At the end of the Qin Dynasty, the Queen Mother of the West had helped him a lot, allowing him to take revenge.

Wei Yuan had a good impression of the Queen Mother of the West, and coupled with his relationship with Jue, he hoped to find out what had happened to Kunlun Void if possible, and he wanted to help if he could. But thinking about the power of those gods, Wei Yuan smiled self-deprecatingly and suppressed the thought.

His strength was still too weak.

If it really was a predicament that even the gods of Kunlun Void had fallen into.

Then even if he went to take a look, he would only be delivering a remote takeaway.

Right now, he probably couldn't even go to the Sakura Island to find out where Xu Fu was. Judging from the development and mythology of Sakura Island over the past two thousand years, Xu Fu probably didn't die. Instead, he swallowed the elixir of immortality refined with the original divinity of Sakura Island. With two thousand years of cultivation, he was definitely not his opponent now.

He still needed to heal his injuries and improve his cultivation and strength before he could cut down Xu Fu with his sword.

As for helping the Queen Mother of the West…

Wei Yuan suddenly thought of what the dignified woman had said to him with a smile at the end of the Qin Dynasty, and his promise at the time, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

'Then he must be blind.'

'If I ever see him, I will vent my anger for you.'

Wei Yuan paused slightly, coughed lightly, and stared straight ahead, muttering silently in his heart that this wasn't exactly a lie. He would vent his anger for the Queen Mother of the West after seeing 'him', but the method of venting his anger was still up for discussion. Maybe he could order a delicious meal and try to stuff 'him' to death, which would also be a way to vent his anger.

Wei Yuan silently hypnotized himself, feeling that his thoughts were clear.

The traffic light ahead was red. No matter how high his martial arts skills or how profound his Daoist techniques were, he still had to abide by the rules. Wei Yuan squeezed the brakes and stopped. At the intersection, he saw the endless stream of vehicles and people. He was still immersed in his thoughts when he suddenly saw a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting in the back seat of a taxi.

He was wearing dark green clothes, had a crew cut, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.

His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something, very lost in thought.

Wei Yuan remembered him.

Before Zhang Hao came to pick him up to see the Qin sword today, this person had been hesitating at the entrance of the museum, as if he wanted to come in, but he couldn't make up his mind. When Wei Yuan finally noticed him, he walked away quickly.

The car quickly passed through the intersection in front of Wei Yuan.

He didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't too far from the museum here.

He rode for a while and rushed back home. Yu Ji and Jue were visiting the museum. When Wei Yuan walked into the museum, the Overlord Spear roared and leapt up again, its sharpness aimed directly at Wei Yuan. Even Yu Ji was caught off guard and couldn't control it. The spear had already turned into a cold light, tearing through the air.

Wei Yuan was putting down the vegetables he had bought when he felt the fierce wind coming. He didn't draw his sword. He just turned his cold eyes and swept over the spear. The Overlord Spear actually stopped in mid-air, not moving forward, only whistling slightly in the air, as if facing a great enemy.

Yu Ji was stunned.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and concealed the layers of killing intent that had spread out.

Unlike the fragments of past memories, he had only retained incomplete Taiping Daoist techniques from the Three Kingdoms era. This time, a large number of memory fragments from the end of the Qin Dynasty emerged, including the Iron Eagle Warriors who roamed the battlefield and the battle with the Overlord.

But with the Overlord Spear broken and without the Overlord by its side, Wei Yuan was enough to briefly shock it.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and gently tapped the side of the Overlord Spear's blade, smiling at Yu Ji:

"I told you, it just mistook me for someone else."

"Right?"

He lowered his head and stared at the Overlord Spear with a smile.

The Overlord Spear trembled and buzzed unwillingly, but it had no choice but to be threatened by Wei Yuan and put back into the box. Yu Ji had come to him this time because the water ghost had lifted the talisman and released the Overlord Spear. As a result, the previous box had lost its effect and couldn't seal this ancient weapon, so she had to come to Wei Yuan to reapply it.

Wei Yuan made a new talisman and sealed the Overlord Spear in the box, sending Yu Ji away.

A moment later.

Jue stretched out her hand and pressed it three inches above Wei Yuan's heart. She closed her eyes, and a clear Qi emerged, relieving Wei Yuan's injuries. Wei Yuan looked at the girl with her eyes closed, feeling a little dazed. He had only known Jue for a short time in this life, but he actually knew what Jue was like as a child, what she was like at the age of thirteen or fourteen, as if he had really walked through Jue's long years.

Jue opened her eyes and said, "Your injuries are recovering quickly, but you still need to rest for a month or two. During this time, try not to use all your strength, or it may leave sequelae."

Wei Yuan nodded, paused, and looked at those clear black eyes that resembled the long wind in the sky, and sighed softly:

"You saved me again."

"Again?"

Jue glanced at Wei Yuan suspiciously, then shook her head with a smile:

"You saved me before."

"So, this time we're at most even."

"Although, friends shouldn't say that."

…

In the ancient artifact research institute.

Many researchers gathered together for a meeting. Among them, a white-haired old man and a man in his forties were passionately talking about the upcoming program. Several times in a row, first the Huai River changed its course, and then the Battle of Yingtian Prefecture, the era of the extraordinary was about to arrive.

The importance of their research institute had also risen sharply.

Because spiritual energy had disappeared, leading to the discontinuity of inheritance, while starting to study and develop modern cultivation models, the past, which had experienced a prosperous extraordinary era, had become a valuable resource with important reference value.

"Therefore, we need to develop those gifts from our ancestors buried under the earth."

"We have already found the next research target and have applied for it. It will be the most suitable, the most appropriate, and the most valuable place. Its value and significance are no less than the brilliance of the Age of Gods."

…

Because Wei Yuan was injured, Jue helped to take care of him, and she also took care of the meals.

The girl's black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she was wearing a dark blue apron with a Winnie the Pooh on it.

She hummed a popular tune and raised her hand, using clear wind to direct the kitchen utensils.

Wei Yuan looked at the quiet old street outside, lost in thought. This was a peaceful enough era, at least in the land of Shenzhou. Teacher, Your Majesty, rest in peace. The era you hoped for is now being staged one by one.

I will watch this era for you.

Wei Yuan took out the jade dragon pendant, which was emitting a faint stream of light. He suspected that his memory had recovered so richly and in detail because the *Shu Lou* sword and this jade dragon pendant had resonated. After all, he had worn this thing for a long time.

But now it was time to let go.

He stroked the jade pendant and let it go.

That was the agreement of the First Emperor.

That was the memory and identity of the last warrior of the Black Ice Terrace.

That was the identity of a Qin general, the order of the First Emperor's personal guard, the Halberd-Bearer.

Your Majesty, Yong'an.

…

The forty-year-old director of the research institute slammed the table heavily, his eyes bright:

"If our target can be fully developed, the richness of the harvest will even be more valuable than the relics of the Age of Gods. In addition to the classics, there are also tens of thousands of ancient terracotta warriors and the Twelve Metal Men cast by the Qin Mo!"

"We are going to develop the Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Qin!"

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