"Item Name: Qilin Stepping on Ghosts Jade Seal"
"Item Level: High-grade magical artifact."
"Item Ability: Summons Yin soldiers from the underworld, possessing the power to command the world."
"Item Description: One of the jade seals gifted by the Queen Mother of the West."
As the jade seal's description echoed in his mind, Zhang Tian swallowed.
This thing seemed to be real.
His gaze fell upon the object before him, which was crimson in color. It featured a sculpture of a qilin stepping on a ghost. A qilin stood with its chest puffed out, treading upon a three-headed little ghost.
The little ghost's claws were caught by the qilin's claws. However, upon closer inspection, one would realize that the qilin itself was formed from many little ghosts, carved with extreme ingenuity.
What Zhang Tian found most perplexing was why he hadn't seen this item in the tomb of the King of Lu, only for it to be brought out by someone else.
This item would later appear at an auction, but Zhang Tian had now intercepted it.
Musing to himself, Zhang Tian attributed the item's reappearance to it being an artifact lost in earlier times, eventually making its way to auction.
"However, with this, the path ahead will be a little easier."
Zhang Tian thought, if this thing had appeared sooner, wouldn't he have been able to achieve victory through sheer numbers when he went to the underwater tomb?
Shaking his head to dismiss these thoughts, Zhang Tian handed the jade seal to Zhang Qilin.
"You take it."
As he spoke, Zhang Qilin nodded. Holding the jade seal, many strange images flashed through his mind once more.
Time passed quickly.
Three days later, in the early morning, Zhang Tian woke up exceptionally early. He had heard that Professor Li and other experts had returned to Beili, bringing back many valuable cultural relics.
Hu Bayi also woke up very early, insisting on dragging Zhang Tian along to appraise the relics.
Helpless, Zhang Tian could only follow Hu Bayi towards the Beili Historical Institute.
Inside the Historical Institute.
Countless experts milled about outside, while numerous soldiers provided them with tight security.
Along the roadside, many passersby peered into the interior, their eyes filled with envy and burning anticipation.
"Boss, look quickly, Old Master Jin is here too."
Fatty pointed into the crowd at Da Jin Ya, who was wearing a gold-trimmed coat and was not tall.
Da Jin Ya was currently squeezed into the crowd, his mouth watering.
He looked incredibly eager, like a mouse spotting rice.
"Old Master Jin, what a coincidence, why are you here?"
Zhang Tian, accompanied by Fatty, walked over. Zhang Tian's face wore a smile.
"It's Young Master Zhang. Ah, I'm here admiring the national treasures."
Da Jin Ya spoke, sighing, his gaze fixated on the relics before him, unable to look away.
"National treasures? Isn't it just a pile of old junk, Old Master Jin? Next time, Fatty will bring you some more jade pendants."
"I guarantee you'll be delighted."
Fatty said from the side, and Da Jin Ya's mouth twitched violently.
"I really thank you."
Da Jin Ya shot Fatty a glare, wishing he could devour him.
His mood was already not good, and seeing so many relics not belonging to him made him inwardly upset. To have Fatty add insult to injury, how could he possibly be happy?
"Fatty, next time be more discerning. Don't just bring jade pendants, bring some porcelain instead."
Da Jin Ya pointed at the porcelain relics inside, instructing Fatty.
"Old Master Jin, Fatty worries the porcelain might break. For safety, jade is more reliable."
Fatty said, and Da Jin Ya no longer wished to speak.
Some people were simply beyond help.
While Da Jin Ya and Fatty were conversing, not far away, the team of experts sighed.
"Alas, if the tomb hadn't collapsed back then, we would have been able to retrieve even more items."
"Never mind, let's not dwell on it. These items are enough. Let's quickly move them inside to avoid any unnecessary trouble."
Professor Li said, and everyone quickly began moving the relics to the Cultural Relics Bureau.
Professor Chen, also assisting, had a smile on his face. Shirley Yang, however, looked at the surrounding crowd, her gaze gradually falling upon Hu Bayi.
A smile then bloomed on her face.
She slowly walked over.
"Mr. Hu, we meet again."
Shirley Yang's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, adding a touch of playfulness to her demeanor.
"Miss Yang, you are..."
Hu Bayi's dark face revealed a row of pearly white teeth.
Shirley Yang, dressed in exploration attire and wearing leather boots, slowly approached Hu Bayi.
"We've just returned from an ancient tomb in Beidong, and encountered quite a few incidents."
"It is indeed an honor to meet Mr. Hu here."
Shirley Yang said, while Zhang Tian and Fatty felt a pang of heartache.
"Boss, Mr. Hu~"
"Mr. Wang~"
Zhang Tian and Fatty both exclaimed, their voices laced with an almost sickening sweetness.
"Fatty never spoke like this even to the princess, alas, Old Hu has made quite the impression."
Fatty sighed. At this moment, Hu Bayi was engaged in a lively conversation with Shirley Yang, seemingly forgetting Zhang Tian and the others.
After a long while.
"Boss, Miss Yang has invited us to dinner to discuss their tomb expedition."
Hu Bayi walked over and said softly.
Zhang Tian narrowed his eyes and looked at Hu Bayi.
"So, you agreed?"
Hu Bayi shook his head.
"Boss, you can trust my judgment. I won't be like Fatty, so I resolutely refused."
As Hu Bayi spoke, Zhang Tian cast a look of admiration.
As expected of Old Hu, truly a brother in spirit, unswayed by beauty.
But in the next moment, Hu Bayi suddenly spoke.
"So, she decided to come to our place for dinner..."
Hu Bayi finished, and Zhang Tian slapped his forehead.
He knew it, Hu Bayi was up to no good.
"So, Old Hu, you agreed?"
Fatty narrowed his eyes and looked at Hu Bayi.
Hu Bayi shook his head again.
"Of course, I refused. However, I didn't say she shouldn't come..."
As Hu Bayi said this, Zhang Tian directly waved his hand.
"Alright, enough said. Let's go home for dinner."
Zhang Tian interrupted Hu Bayi's explanation.
Explanation is concealment, and concealment is the truth.
"Mm."
Hu Bayi nodded, then walked towards Shirley Yang.
Soon, Shirley Yang walked towards Zhang Tian.
"Hi, Master Zhang, Mr. Wang."
Shirley Yang greeted them with a smile, her Mandarin pronunciation perfectly standard.
"I didn't expect Miss Yang to have such a good memory."
"Since Old Hu has agreed, we won't say anything more. Let's have lunch together."
Zhang Tian said, and Shirley Yang nodded with a smile. Then, without addressing Professor Chen, she directly followed Zhang Tian and the others towards the courtyard house.
On the way.
"Master Zhang, I already know. It was you who donated the blueprints earlier, wasn't it?"
Shirley Yang's pretty face was serious.
Zhang Tian froze.
He looked at Shirley Yang.
"Why do you think that? What donation? We have no idea..."
Zhang Tian said, and Shirley Yang remained silent, merely casting her gaze towards Fatty.
At this moment, Zhang Tian finally understood.
Fatty was still walking with a swagger, a hint of pride on his face.
Clearly, this fellow was immensely pleased with himself.
Zhang Tian took a breath. Ever since Fatty got rich, his confidence had soared. When a person gains confidence, their gait changes.
This was evident in Fatty.
Zhang Tian gave an awkward smile.
"Ms. Yang, you truly have a discerning eye."
"Since you've discovered it, we won't pretend anymore. We admit it, the blueprints were donated by us!"
Zhang Tian said, a touch of pride appearing on his face.
Unexpectedly, Shirley Yang suddenly turned to Hu Bayi.
"Mr. Hu, you are truly amazing, to have broken through so many traps and entered the tomb."
"How did you manage it..."
Looking at Shirley Yang's slightly admiring tone, Zhang Tian was stunned.