Tomb raiding: Trying to become a little painter

Tick-tock! Tick-tock! Tick-tock!

In the quiet tomb chamber, on a giant altar covering tens of kilometers, in a bronze groove with concave and convex surfaces, the golden-red blood on a spine radiating golden light is absorbed by the dragon-shaped lines on the spine.

Time passed slowly. After Qin Henian dripped 101 drops of blood into his palm, pinkish mud suddenly gushed out from the spine lying in the bronze trough. At first, it was just a little bit, but later the pink mud accumulated more and more, with occasional bright red clinging to it. In the accumulation of colors, it seemed as if thousands of fine white downy hairs were intertwined. Slowly, on the intertwined colors, the first piece of skin, more than half a centimeter in size, appeared.

Qin Henian, who had been staring at the bronze trough below, withdrew his hand the moment he saw the piece of leather; the wound on his palm had already disappeared.

"Little Heavenly Dao, it's time for you to fulfill your promise."

Qin Henian's gentle voice connected in his mind to the little brat behind the bronze door.

"Here you are! Little Crane, I have already borrowed two immortal-grade pills from the big shots in other great worlds, and I've been waiting for you to come to me."

Behind the bronze door, the little baby, who had already grasped about 70-80% of the rules governing his world, was blinking his pure white, milky eyes and muttering to himself.

"Alright, as you promised, I will use my body to conduct the medicinal power of the pill."

The little blood Qin Henian had just lost was like water in front of his enormous true form, and now he could finally resolve the matter of Zhao Zheng's resurrection in one go.

"It is possible, but Little Crane, it is possible to revive a human emperor at the height of his fortune with a celestial-grade pill, but you also know that excessive power is not good for the human body. So you will have to bear the medicinal power that humans cannot digest later. Anyway, it is also a great tonic for you divine beasts."

"However... every medicine has its side effects, so you can't blame me if there are any."

To be frank, Xiao Tiandao was still a little intimidated by Qin Henian when he got serious.

"Got it, let's get started."

Qin Henian couldn't wait to see his old friend. He stretched out his hands and placed them on the edge of the specially made bronze groove. In an instant, his heart pounded rapidly in his chest, and a surge of medicinal power from his dantian rushed straight to his brain, leaving Qin Henian's mind in a daze.

However, the medicinal power of the immortal-grade pill was indeed transmitted through Qin Henian's two arms into his hands, and then into the dragon-shaped pattern engraved in the bronze groove.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi transformed into beasts right in front of Wu Xie and the others, and were about to carry them over when they sensed something being stripped from their bodies and converging towards the most important part of the First Emperor's Mausoleum.

Zhang Qilin, now in his Qilin form, seemed to instantly understand. He abandoned Wu Xie and Fatty Wang, transforming back into human form and standing quietly beside the stone platform of the chariot and horse figurines, gazing silently in one direction. Beside him, Hei Xiazi, now in his Pixiu golden form, was not to be outdone. Already dressed in his familiar black leather jacket and trousers, he sat on the ground, peering through his sunglasses at a spot that seemed to see through layers of stone walls.

Main burial chamber.

As if possessed, the golden vertebrae within the bronze groove began to sprout segment after segment of white bone from its joints, intertwining with pink flesh, gradually forming limbs. The flat upper part also sprouted a small fleshy growth as if breaking through a shell, which eventually grew into a human head over time.

Looking at his naked friend, Qin Henian's first notice wasn't that the person wasn't wearing any clothes, but rather that the person's bald head, which he secretly reached out and touched.

It's quite smooth.

But without long hair, won't people mistake me for a monk when I go out?

Qin Henian stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, then decided that his own hair would be a perfect match for his soon-to-be-resurrected good friend.

Qin Henian originally used hair from other beasts he had plucked when he was a white crane. Now that he's taken it and replaced it with his own waterfall of smooth white hair, he'll definitely be even more handsome and will absolutely charm his two crushes!

No sooner said than done, Qin Henian pulled his hair down without thinking, used a little force to pull his long, high ponytail up his hand, bent down and reached into the bronze trough to put the long, straight black hair on Zhao Zheng! Hmm! Not bad.

"Hi~"

My head feels cold; it's definitely uncomfortable to be bald!

After inspecting his masterpiece, Qin Henian slid a cluster of blue-purple flames in his hand, touched his clean-shaven head, and instantly, long, silky white hair appeared, naturally growing on his head. He pulled out a black wooden hairpin from his spatial storage, casually tied half of his hair up, and a handsome, dashing young man appeared.

"Every year?"

Suddenly, a deep, husky voice cut in line and rang out in the empty, sparsely populated area of ​​the altar.

The familiar voice, the familiar address—Qin Henian's eyes instantly reddened.

"Zhao Zheng! Oh no! Your Majesty, you're alive!!"

That year, the person who bought me candied hawthorns came back. The person who taught me horseback riding, sword dancing, how to review official documents, and how to scheme came back.

"Long time no see, Nian Nian."

The moment Zhao Zheng woke up, it was as if he had received a divine decree. He knew why he had come back to life and what deal the person who had guarded the tomb for more than two thousand years had made with the heavens.

"Long time no see, Brother Zheng!"

Qin Henian hadn't even reacted when he first heard Zhao Zheng's voice, and subconsciously blurted out the way he addressed this person in front of the court officials. Then, when he heard a greeting he hadn't heard in a thousand years, he realized that the person he wanted to resurrect had truly come back to life under the influence of the minor Heavenly Dao of this world.

"Ahem... Um... what... have you brought me any clothes every year?"

Having just been resurrected, Zhao Zheng's mind was still quite sharp. He quickly realized that he was still completely naked. Suppressing the burning sensation on his cheeks, he silently hugged himself, coughed a few times, and inquired about an important matter concerning his innocence.

"Here you go! Tsk tsk... Brother Zheng, you have such a great physique, and there's no one else here, so what's wrong with me taking a look?!"

Having lived for so long, Qin Henian's thoughts have undergone repeated changes and reorganizations. Having lived in modern society for so long, he has become rebellious against the feudal ideas of ancient times, so he didn't immediately think of throwing a piece of clothing at the other party.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough... Year after year!!! I, the Emperor..."

A few minutes later, after putting on a black and gold robe and inner shirt similar to those worn by Qin Henian, Zhao Zheng stood up, stepped out of the bronze recess, and looked at his mausoleum and his empire.

"Brother Zheng, although you're alive, thousands of years have passed since the Qin Dynasty. Times have changed. Let me tell you, modern society is vastly different from our feudal ideology back then... (blah blah blah... N words omitted here)"