Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

After Qin Henian returned to Hangzhou, he rested for an afternoon. Then, in the evening, his three cell phones, which he kept in the villa, plus the one he always carried with him, kept receiving messages. His phonebook was also constantly showing red hearts. Looking at the messages on a certain software, he found piles of files, maps, and locations being sent. Just this huge amount of information was enough to give him a headache.

Especially recently, he's been arresting more and more people...

"Your Highness, satellite images of a primeval forest stretching nearly a hundred miles north of Xi'an, at latitudes of 37.66° and 45.59°, show no unusual activity."

Today, Zara Rossi was dressed in a smart suit, with her hair tied in a short high ponytail. Behind her were five men dressed in gray-black and gray-red robes, wearing blue iron (copper) masks with the shapes of foxes, pythons, brown bears, rabbits, and flying cranes. Each of them carried a high-tech computer and had a thick book of documents and notebooks tucked under their armpits.

Everyone gathered together, and Zararossi was the first to speak and report.

"Your Highness, we have detected several key underlings who have been transferred in from the Yunnan border. Based on information passed down by our undercover agents over the years, we have obtained some important intelligence. Please set up a shielding array."

At this moment, the man wearing the python mask behind Zararossi spoke up and made a request to his prince in a serious tone...

Qin Henian had great faith in the heads of the major clans under his command. After all, these were all people Zhao Zheng had planned before his death. Everything was done according to strict requirements and unified training, as well as cultivating talents with well-defined personalities. Naturally, no matter how many dynasties had passed, no matter how much time had gone by, and no matter how many divisions and changes had occurred, those who came to him had only one purpose in mind: to complete the task of guarding the tombs left by their ancestors. Everything was led by the Qin clan's most powerful leader.

After Zhao Zheng's death, every sixty years, Qin Henian would go out and live alone for thirty years, giving each generation a buffer period before finally returning to the starting point to take over all the power left to him by Zhao Zheng.

"it is good!"

A flash of blue-purple light appeared outside the window for a moment, and the stillness in the air made the two people sitting in the yard turn their gaze to the window on the second floor of the villa.

"Mute Zhang, it seems our wife has quite a few secrets!"

Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qilin's perception abilities are now astonishing, but they could only detect a momentary fluctuation of power upstairs. Then, it was as if they had lost all control over the room where Qin Henian and the others were on the second floor, and they could no longer sense anything.

"My wife!"

Zhang Qilin ignored Hei Xiazi's ramblings. After all, based on Qin Henian's behavior during their first meeting, it was normal for him to have secrets.

But hearing Hei Xiazi call Qin Henian's wife, Zhang Qilin, even though he had already reached an agreement with Hei Xiazi in private, did not stop him from striving for the first position in the future.

"Tsk..."

"Dumb guy, this is the first time I've ever seen you so jealous. But then again, our strength is getting stronger and stronger with each training session. I can feel the world rejecting me. How about you? Do you feel even more jealous than I do?"

Hei Xiazi wouldn't discuss their identities; in his eyes, only the one who succeeded first deserved to speak.

So the topic shifted in a rather ingenious way, and they directly talked about their current situation.

"Bronze Door!"

Hearing what Hei Xiazi said, Zhang Qilin sighed inwardly. The more he cultivated, the more he felt out of place in this world. Yet, he still bore the responsibility of guarding the Bronze Gate. Even though he had already sent a member of the Zhang family into the Bronze Gate, the gate and the Heavenly Dao were still there. He feared that if one day he were truly rejected by this world, these messes would still not be cleaned up.

The Zhang family cannot be trusted!

As for the longevity that the Wang family pursues, if the Bronze Gate is no longer there, once the power of the Heavenly Dao has recovered to about 70-80%, this world will heal itself, and naturally, nothing beyond the power of science will exist in this world anymore.

Whether it's the Zhang family's bloodline or the Wang family's, everything will disappear over time. At that time, ordinary people will just be ordinary people, and all the "enhanced superhumans" will return to dust.

"The Bronze Gate is indeed difficult to deal with, but He Nian's deal with that person was to help that person recover the power of the meteorite. As long as we spread out our manpower, I don't believe we can't find it. When 'Zhi' recovers its self-healing state, we can just let it take back the Bronze Gate. At that time, your mission, you mute, will definitely no longer exist."

Hei Xiazi overheard Qin Henian and that person's clear conversation inside the bronze gate, and mentally weighed the calculations and gains and losses involved.

Besides, as the saying goes, there are gains and losses. If I gain it, I am lucky; if I lose it, it is my fate. By then, they will no longer be in this world, so who cares about the chatter of those who come after them?

"Ok!"

Zhang Qilin nodded, agreeing with Hei Xiazi's statement.

Now that Qin Henian has such a powerful force behind him, the Wang family is in dire straits. Zhang Qilin has a feeling that all of this is about to end, and Wu Xie will no longer have to suffer physical pain, but he will still have to endure the mental anguish of growing up.

"Wu Sanxing, Jie Lianhuan."

Suddenly, Zhang Qilin thought of Wu Xie, then of the two old guys who had run away, and turned his gaze to Hei Xiazi.

"Oh? Who are you calling mute? I'm blind, I don't understand."

When Zhang Qilin looked over, Hei Xiazi pretended to lower his head and made a questioning sound.

Swish!

The sound of a scabbard being opened suddenly rang out...

"Oh, oh, oh! You mean the two Third Masters, you mute? I certainly know about this blind man, but only a little. However, Second Master Wu definitely knows much more than I do!"

"Well then, since the blind man is in Hangzhou right now, I'll go see if Second Master needs a high-priced bodyguard!"

Without a second thought, Hei Xiazi spoke from the heart, then quickly got up from his resting place and strode towards the door. Before leaving, he didn't forget to randomly pick someone in the crowd, grab a car key, and make his escape.

Upstairs, after the formation was set up, Qin Henian's cold gaze swept over the person reporting with the python mask, his meaning already quite clear.

"Your Highness, our dozen or so undercover agents were divided into two organizations. Some were infiltrated into the upper echelons of the Wang family, while others with stronger abilities were absorbed by the organization behind the Wang family."

"After three or four decades of attacks and purges, two cousins ​​from the Tushan clan of the previous generation, who were trained and worked together very well, climbed higher and higher in that organization with their high intelligence and outstanding abilities, until they touched the core surname of the organization and stopped rising. Now, they are maintaining the status quo because of their advanced age, which is why there have been a lot of gossip about this surname circulating in the past five years, between speculation and fact."

"Our team has also analyzed a lot of data and information to identify the representative surname and origin of this organization."

"The representative surname of this organization is also Qin. Through a vast amount of data and records, as well as through real life and duels, we have traced our lineage back to the descendants of Ziying, the son of Hai, the second emperor of the pre-Qin dynasty..."

(Blah blah blah... I'll skip the 10,000-word report here, and save an hour and a half.)

Facing the report, the man in the python mask spoke eloquently, reporting the key information and observations he had gathered to Qin Henian, who sat at the foot of the bed in their room, wearing a long robe, with slightly raised phoenix eyes and a cold gaze…