Zhou Lin frowned upon seeing this, then relaxed his brow. He stepped forward first, and the others followed closely behind.
Inside the stone door, an antechamber appeared, filled with bronze swords arranged neatly. Among them were crossbows, spears, and lances.
At the very center lay a treasured sword, positioned horizontally. Beneath it, another sword was placed to the side, at a lower level.
It resembled a king with a subordinate standing by, head bowed.
Around them were other swords, less imposing than those above, but their cold glint was no less sharp.
A single glance at these weapons sent a shiver down one's spine, accompanied by a palpable aura of killing intent.
It was evident that these weapons had claimed many lives to acquire such an aura.
Elder Tang, Professor Lin, and the other professors from the archaeological team were mesmerized by the sight of these weapons.
They had seen many Qin Dynasty bronze swords before, but due to their age, those weapons were covered in rust, having lost their original luster.
However, the weapons here were a feast for the eyes, their edges still sharp.
"This is my first time seeing such weapons. The ones I've seen before were all incomplete, even a single bronze sword had a fracture."
"It's truly rare to find such complete items here."
Professor Lin gazed at the weapons in astonishment, finding them incredibly appealing.
These were relics from the Great Qin era. Apart from inscriptions on bamboo slips and burial objects, these weapons were significant. If displayed in a museum, they would be a major attraction.
Many people would then realize the greatness of their nation's history.
Elder Tang approached one of the bronze swords and, with delight, reached out to touch its edge.
As soon as he touched it, his palm was cut by the bronze blade.
A drop of blood landed precisely on the sword's edge.
A resonance occurred within the blade, causing it to tremble slightly. The movement was so subtle that it went unnoticed.
Elder Tang quickly covered his finger and applied a band-aid.
The participants, security personnel, and other archaeology students behind him observed the scene as if at an exhibition, examining everything closely.
Some students even took out their cameras to take pictures.
Wolf King and the Taoist stood together, looking at the crossbows.
Although the Taoist's skills were inferior to Zhou Lin's, he clearly sensed a killing intent.
"These weapons have been used to kill many people. Even here, I can feel a strong aura of malevolence."
The Taoist held his compass, looking at the items with unease.
These were weapons with heavy killing intent. Their presence here meant that this antechamber was also very dangerous.
"So what? Weapons that have killed naturally possess killing intent. Even a butcher's knife has malevolence."
Wolf King paid no heed to the Taoist's words.
This was a normal occurrence; his own knives were not clean either.
Other historians and biologists were gathered, discussing the origin of the treasured swords.
Zhou Lin stood still, quietly observing the weapons.
Meanwhile, the online viewers were going wild.
"Holy crap, there are so many weapons in here! These are more complete than what I've seen in museums."
"This treasured sword is incredibly cool. Just looking at it makes me feel so pumped!"
"By the way, whose weapons are these? The one in the center is so awesome, it has a regal aura."
"Yeah, yeah, can we get a closer look? The scabbard is also very stylish."
...
The dean and the other professors were stunned by the sight of the antechamber filled with weapons.
Any single item here was the most complete example, far superior to those in museums.
"So many complete treasured swords, this is just wonderful."
Professor Hu's eyes seemed to sparkle.
He was the most renowned archaeology professor in Great Xia, specializing not in historical culture, but in ancient weaponry and various treasured swords.
Many ancient swords of Great Xia had their years determined by Professor Hu, earning him considerable attention and prestige abroad.
Seeing so many treasured swords now, he was extremely excited, leading to a nickname for him.
'Professor Wu' (Martial).
"You old fool, you're so fond of these weapons. Aren't the inscriptions and writings more fascinating than these cold, lifeless weapons?"
'Professor Wen' (Literary), Professor Wen, was no less knowledgeable in history and culture than Elder Tang. He preferred studying ancient scripts in his research lab and passing them on to his students,
propagating historical texts.
"What do you know? Weapons like these are rarely seen, especially the one in the center. Just one look and I'm captivated; it exudes an imperial aura."
Professor Hu was visibly excited.
The dean was equally pleased. If these relics were brought back for research, they would undoubtedly cause a sensation in Great Xia.
However...
There was a pile of weapons here...
Were there no other items?
Looking at these weapons, the dean felt a growing sense of unease.
In the tomb.
Zhou Lin had no particular interest in these armaments. He happened to notice the livestream on his arm, and the viewers were clamoring to see what was inside.
Zhou Lin thought, since there was nothing else to do, he would take them to see.
He then approached the uppermost treasured sword, on which two characters were inscribed, neat and imposing.
Elder Tang saw Zhou Lin standing by the treasured sword.
He then followed and stood behind Zhou Lin. Upon seeing the inscription, he blurted out.
"Ding Qin."
Elder Tang was quite familiar with the small seal script of the Great Qin Dynasty. Seeing the inscription, he exclaimed.
"Hmm? What did you say? Elder Tang, could you say that again?"
Zhou Lin thought he had misheard and quickly inquired.
"It's Ding Qin. I've done some research on the history of the Great Qin Dynasty. These are the characters Ding Qin."
Elder Tang looked at Zhou Lin and explained softly.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lin quickly pointed to the sword beside it.
"Then what about this sword?"
Elder Tang looked at the bronze sword before him. It had no scabbard, but two characters were inscribed on the hilt.
"This is Cao Hao."
Elder Tang looked at the characters before him and said calmly.
"Cao Hao? Ding Qin?"
Zhou Lin savored the words, his eyes shifting from contemplation to a sudden spark of realization.
This shouldn't be. Ding Qin shouldn't be here; it should be buried beneath Epang Palace.