(Chapter 2. Chapter 3 will be uploaded in the wee hours of the morning and will not be included in tomorrow's update.)
Hsu Fengnian looked at the white-clothed woman sitting high up on the dragon throne. Compared to when he first met Luo Yang in Dunhuang City, she was even more unfamiliar.
However, since Luo Yang was shrouded in fog, it was not a big deal. Hsu Fengnian looked left and right. The treasures in Emperor Qin's mausoleum were destined to not be limited to the two dragon robes. There was also a Country Guarding Tiger Talisman and two sets of witch armor that were different from talisman armor. Hsu Fengnian believed that there would be some other things of a larger scale. Unlike the thin air outside, although the inside of the mausoleum was gloomy, it was not suffocating. The otherworldly item was naturally like a fish in water, inhaling deeply and exhaling very little. It was as if a single breath of air could increase its power. The joyful expression became more joyful, and the sorrowful expression became more solemn. Luo Yang sat on the dragon throne with both hands clasped on the dragon throne and closed her eyes to rest. Hsu Fengnian passed through the figurine formation, which was a huge formation of carriages and cavalry. When he stepped into the left room, an armory came into view. The bronze wares were rusty. Hsu Fengnian held a halberd head, wiped away the rust, and looked at it with rapt attention. As the Crown Prince of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian's thoughts were far more profound than ordinary people's. Great Qin was in a transition period where the Imperial Army was flourishing with each passing day and the Imperial Army was declining with each passing day. Axes and battleaxes, which were worthy of being called Great Qin's military weapons, had gradually begun to fade from the stage of history. However, Great Qin's weapon craftsmanship had reached an unimaginable level. Hsu Fengnian put down the halberd head and grabbed an arrowhead. It was almost exactly the same as Beiliang's. It was relatively narrow and thin, and the arrowhead had extremely strong penetrating power. It was laughable that during the Spring and Autumn War, countries like Southern Tang were still using the two-winged arrowheads that had been eliminated eight hundred years ago. The length of the arrowheads was far inferior to that of Beiliang, resulting in the lack of weapons.
Hsu Fengnian hid the arrowhead in his sleeve, planning to bring it back for his master, Li Yishan, to take a look. He then picked up a bronze shortsword and lightly rubbed the blunt edge with his thumb. A relatively stable metallographic pattern appeared. In the military books, it was said that Great Qin smelted metal and tin, and its aura was like the clouds and smoke. Hsu Fengnian couldn't help but sigh at the magnificence of Great Qin's military strength. He raised his head and looked around. There was a willow leaf shortsword from the ancient Western Shu, a boot shaped battleaxe from the land of Tang Yue, a T-shaped peck from the southwestern barbarians, and a complete set of armor and smashing weapons from the northern grasslands. There were so many types of weapons, and it could be said that all rivers flowed into the sea. This was indeed the boldness that only a huge empire could have.
Hsu Fengnian turned his head and saw Luo Yang with a gilded tiger talisman hanging on her waist. Behind her were two Witch Armor Puppets. Luo Yang said calmly, "Those ordinary famous swords of Great Qin are no longer suitable to be used today. However, there are a few shortswords that are made of flying rocks from outer space. They are similar to Li Chungang's wooden horse. If you don't mind, you can take them with you."
Hsu Fengnian followed the direction Luo Yang's finger was pointing and found three ancient black sword sheaths that were unique to Great Qin. He pushed the sheaths and looked at the swords. They were all filled with awe-inspiring sword energy. He tore off a piece of his robe and used it as a belt. He put the three swords into a single sword sheath and tied it to his back. Luo Yang sneered, "The treasury is on the right. The golden sand inside is piled up like a mountain. If you have the ability to move mountains and overturn seas, you can give it a try."
Hsu Fengnian smiled, "I can't move it, and I won't leave it for Beimang. I'm going to destroy it before I leave the mausoleum. You won't stop me, right? "
Luo Yang did not comment.
Hsu Fengnian headed towards the treasury on the right. As far as his eyes could see, everything was golden. Hsu Fengnian turned around and suddenly asked, "Can the Zhong and Lu families still enter?"
Luo Yang smiled, "I actually hope that they can enter."
Hsu Fengnian asked, "When the time comes, can you make it so that they can't leave?"
Luo Yang played with the Tiger Seal in one hand. Hsu Fengnian saw from the corner of his eye that her hand was dyed with a golden radiance by the Tiger Seal. Countless golden threads encircled her arm, then seeped in and disappeared. Hsu Fengnian pretended that he did not see it. He asked curiously, "The mausoleum of Emperor Qin that we saw, is it the complete picture?"
Luo Yang stamped her foot and sneered, "There are still three levels below. The first level is the messy treasury, the second level is the coffin, and the last level is the glyph array that supports the entire mausoleum. There's no need to look at the next level. There's nothing to see in the empty coffin. If we go to the lowest level, you and I will both be seeking our own deaths. "
Hsu Fengnian said, "Then I'll go take a look at the next level. Wait a moment."
Luo Yang calmly said, "It's time to go."
Hsu Fengnian frowned, "You found the way?"
Luo Yang's eyes were cold, "This is your job."
Hsu Fengnian suddenly asked, "Where's that otherworldly item? Don't make trouble for us. "
Luo Yang did not answer. She was not reluctant to leave the treasury. She returned to the main mausoleum. This time, she did not sit on the dragon throne. Instead, she stared at the terracotta figures that had been buried with the emperor. Hsu Fengnian sat on the steps and thought about his escape route. Logically speaking, there was no way that the mausoleum of Emperor Qin would have arranged an exit. After the bronze door was removed, Luo Yang rode back to the Tai'e Sword. Rays of light exploded, and the lightning pool collapsed with a loud rumble, joining together with the He Mountain. Let alone Hsu Fengnian, even Luo Yang did not have the ability to open up a mountain. The material of the corridor was much harder than gold and stone. Digging out a path bit by bit was a stupid method. Hsu Fengnian was willing to do it for the sake of his life. The demoness would probably also stand by and watch. When the time came, who knew how long it would take for Hsu Fengnian to dig to the cliffs of the Yellow River. After Hsu Fengnian entered the mausoleum, he had lost count of how many times he had sighed. He lowered his head to look at the green robe on his body. He took off his sword case and drew out a short sword to slash it a few times. There was not the slightest trace of a mark. When the tip of the sword touched the green armor, there was no scene of sparks flying. The green armor was like a sentient creature that knew how to use softness to overcome strength. It sank a little, and when the tip of the sword retreated, it instantly recovered.
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