Being scolded several times in a row, the tallest and most honest man stopped talking. In any case, what the boss said was the law. To be honest, they were able to make a living in this line of work thanks to the boss's guidance. Unlike those self-taught amateurs, the boss came from a proper sect.

He had seen the waist牌 (waist badge). It had a pixiu (mythical wild beast) on it, quite imposing.

Just not allowed to touch it.

The group were experienced professionals, and besides, Qin Shi Huang's tomb had already been explored. The researchers' decades of hard work had inadvertently benefited these tomb raiders. They quickly located the main gate. The short leader reached out and felt around.

Liu Xuebo muttered something resembling an incantation, his face filled with joy.

He reached out, took out an array talisman, and arranged it nearby, a look of pain on his face.

Then, he took out a waist牌 from his pocket.

The color was ancient and simple, with a pixiu swallowing its mouth. The name on one side was no longer clear, but the other side clearly showed the character "Cao," written in a free and unrestrained manner. The man placed this ancestral treasure in the center of the array, bit his finger, dripped blood, and activated the technique passed down from the Han dynasty.

His ancestors had made a lot of money using this method.

It was just a pity that their luck seemed to be bad. No matter how much money they earned, they always spent more.

So their lives were always mediocre.

Seeing the great changes in the era, with even immortals appearing, he was excited. He had a final drunken spree, gave the last of his money to his elderly mother, and came to do this biggest deal. Seeing the array that had been hidden on the main gate slowly dissipate, joy appeared in the eyes of these five people.

Liu Xuebo picked up the Mojin Xiaowei (Tomb Raider Captain) waist牌 and was about to move forward.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart.

The hairs on his arms stood on end.

The sound of "kacha" was low and deep.

It sounded like...

Armor!

The man's pupils contracted, his heart pounding heavily. He suddenly realized what this was. The front door suddenly shattered from the inside, and the flowing wind that had been silent for thousands of years dissipated. The subtle sound suddenly intensified. It was metal, the sound of armor plates rubbing together. A tall figure walked out.

The honest-looking Da Zhuang next to him took a closer look and whispered in shock:

"A Qin terracotta warrior?!"

Liu Xuebo's expression remained unchanged.

He just became fierce, raised a machete, and shouted loudly. He circulated the Mojin Xiaowei sect's gongfa (internal energy cultivation method), and stepped forward. The machete in his hand tore out a thick, cold light. As a top tomb raiding master still active in the world in this era, his strength should not be underestimated.

He had been to the ancient royal tombs of various countries.

Da Zhuang next to him also reacted, roaring in a low voice. The muscles on his body bulged, revealing a metallic luster. His body swelled. He had once conquered the Siberian ice sheet on foot, and his external martial arts had almost reached the Vajra realm.

These small sects, looked down upon by the major Buddhist and Daoist sects, had always had something to offer to survive to this day in the vast land of China.

He stepped forward, his aura majestic.

The other three also used their own methods. They were all experienced veterans of the martial world and knew that they could not hold back.

Liu Xuebo's movements were the most ruthless. He was the first to slash at the Qin terracotta warrior.

Those yin spirits in the tombs were just ghosts, and what they feared most was ferocity and strong qi and blood. The more ruthless people were, the more afraid the ghosts were. That was the logic. However, when he slashed down with the knife that had once chopped off the head of a mummy, there was a clang, and his palm was only shaken numb.

The sword qi and saber energy shattered.

The ancient Kukri war knife snatched from the Nile River region shattered directly.

The Qin terracotta warrior did not change its movements, and the pottery parts on its body fell off with a clatter.

Liu Xuebo only felt his qi stagnate, and then it rushed back against his internal organs, almost causing him to cough up blood. His whole body almost fell apart, and his expression changed drastically. This was actually the result of his own attack, and he was horrified.

At this time, the strong man who had left his legend on the Siberian ice sheet stepped forward.

Like a vast ice field, unshakable.

Drawing his sword, the Qin sword had already been raised by the Qin terracotta warrior.

Then, without any hesitation in movement or breathing, it slashed down fiercely.

"Wind!!!"

………………

The cultivators, who had been lured away by the Mojin Xiaowei's methods, seemed to hear a low, solemn "Wind" at this moment. Then they turned back and saw a scene they would never forget in their lives - the majestic and overbearing sword light surged out like a flood released from a gate, and the already developed terracotta army building was almost instantly split in two.

The terracotta warriors of the vanguard were not damaged.

Dust rose before the sword light. When the cultivators rushed back, they saw the front that had been completely opened. The exhibition hall where the terracotta warriors were located had collapsed. The terracotta warriors were not damaged at all, but this time they were truly lined up together, instead of being separated.

The military appearance was solemn. Thousands of Qin terracotta warriors gathered, hidden in the dust, and a murderous aura rose to the sky.

In the sword mark, the Mojin Xiaowei were covered in blood, their life or death unknown.

In front of the real Mausoleum of the First Emperor, the pottery parts on the tall Qin terracotta warrior's body shattered and fell off, revealing a body made purely of gold and iron. Its body suddenly became huge, completely blocking the entrance.

A cultivator looked dazed and murmured:

"The First Emperor collected the weapons of the world and cast them into twelve golden men..."

"It's true."

His voice trembled.

With a clang, the huge Qin sword was pulled out again, and then a sharp and cold killing intent surged toward these cultivators. Even the selected elites instantly felt as if they had fallen into a sea of blood, their hands trembling. The Great Qin golden man held the sword in both hands and walked step by step. Each step seemed to shake the earth, and its momentum was terrifying.

"Run!!!"

"It's treating us as enemies!"

The crowd formed an array.

They used all their methods without holding back.

They almost fled for their lives.

Even the life-saving magic weapons bestowed by their ancestors shattered. It was not until they ran out of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor that they realized that the killing intent that almost froze their blood had stopped. Their breathing was rapid. Just now in the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, this golden man must have restrained its power, and at this time, it had to choose between guarding the imperial mausoleum and killing everyone.

Clang!

Everyone looked back and saw that the sword was stuck upside down in the ground. The Great Qin golden man folded its hands and pressed them on the hilt of the sword. The rubbing of the armor plates was solemn and cold. It still carried the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the wind and sand of the Qin Dynasty. It was as if that emperor was still there, its voice indifferent and cold:

"His Majesty is asleep, idlers stay away. Those who enter within a hundred paces will be executed!"

Then, this last masterpiece of the Mo family closed its eyes.

Everyone looked at each other, their hearts still beating wildly, as if they had not recovered from the terrifying pressure. It was not until a while later that the more resilient and life-cultivating Quanzhen (Complete Perfection) cultivators could think rationally.

They quickly judged that they could no longer handle this situation.

They immediately reported to their teachers and those researchers who had spent their lives on history.

"This is a golden man of the Great Qin Dynasty, so what it believes in is the First Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, and the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty." An old man finally put forward his opinion, saying, "I think we may be able to start from this point." He went directly to the museum in Ezhou and took out a national treasure, the Great Qin Yunmeng Qin Slips, which contained the laws of the Qin Dynasty.

An old man held this law and walked forward slowly, but still could not walk past a hundred paces.

The sharp sword qi almost shattered the ground.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The historian, however, looked calm, watching the Great Qin golden man wielding the sword.

It had crossed a long period of time and could no longer find its monarch, but it still stood guard before the imperial mausoleum as it had at the beginning. Machines were forever loyal, and some loyalty spanned the years. The historian took a slight breath and asked in the Xianyang dialect, "This old one is a clerk from Yunmeng Shuihudi, and wishes to pay respects to His Majesty."

He held the Qin slips that had spanned thousands of years, and had Qin Dynasty treasures to cover up his aura.

The Great Qin golden man remained unmoved, but compared to its previous silence, it finally spoke——

"No order allowed."

"Those who enter within a hundred paces will be beheaded."

The historian asked, "From where do you receive orders?"

The Mo family's mechanical golden man's eyes were unwavering, but it had already obtained the answer from the Qin law.

Its voice was solemn and indifferent, word by word, like a heavy hammer striking the air.

"《Da Qin Law·Military Merit Rank》, wartime regulations, article seven."

"His Majesty is asleep, lords are silent, the Great Qin army is temporarily commanded by the highest military rank."

"Below Left Shuzhang."

"All departments of the legion, obey orders!"

ps: Today's second update... a buffer chapter, thanks to Zhonghua Yi Min for the generous reward, thank you~

In fact, judging from the Qin slips unearthed from Yunmeng, there are only two military merit laws, at least we only know of two that were preserved. This is just a fictional creation, there are no such laws in history...