At the same time, when the news of Yanlongmen was exposed, the information spread like wildfire among the top leaders across the country, and everyone was shocked!
A young man stormed into the Flame Dragon Gate, and there was no stopping him!
The sect leader of Yanlong Sect, Yanlongzhi, along with female elder Nalan Yu and second elder Gou Jian, have all perished!
Two-thirds of the disciples of the Flame Dragon Sect were killed!
The losses can be described as devastating!
At first, the higher-ups didn't believe it, thinking it was a rumor.
After all, what is the Flame Dragon Sect?
That's the Flame Dragon Sect, one of the two great national defense sects of China! It's a gathering place for experts, and any elder who comes out of it can easily suppress those sects below the first-rate level!
According to reports, even the five top experts of the Dragon Group and the strongest soldier king in China were unable to make a move!
powerful!
Suddenly, everyone's attention turned to the young man who had single-handedly stormed into the Flame Dragon Gate.
The national leadership has already begun to stir.
Even Ye Aotian was astonished, never expecting that there was someone in this world who could make his old rival Su Nan afraid to make a move.
This immediately piqued his interest.
"Interesting. I never expected that our great nation of China would produce another prodigy. How intriguing..."
Ye Aotian leaned back in his leather chair, elegantly holding a glass of rose-red wine in his hand. He took a small sip, a faint smile playing on his lips.
In contrast to their shock, Yang Feng stood calmly at the door of a classroom, gazing at the scenery outside the window.
That's right, this is the only classroom in the archaeology department, because there are really very few people who specialize in archaeology.
Actually, this major is too unpopular. Nowadays, how many people want to study archaeology? They are basically all there because of their own dreams.
As for Yang Feng, he came to the archaeology department because he understood that there weren't that many problems involved.
He doesn't plan to study finance or anything else and then go out into the workforce. After all, he's already rich, so why should he work so hard?
It's better to live a leisurely life.
"Hey student, why haven't you left yet?" The speaker was none other than the archaeology teacher who had just started class. He was an elderly professor named Sun Yongsheng, probably in his fifties.
"It's nothing," Yang Feng glanced at Professor Sun and replied casually.
"Alright, come over and help me get these things. You're free anyway." Professor Sun saw Yang Feng standing by the window, looking thoughtful, and handed him a stack of documents.
Yang Feng glanced at it, casually took it, and followed Professor Sun to his office. Now that he was a student, he had to do his duty as a student.
The idea is to integrate into life and enjoy its pleasures.
Upon arriving at the office, Yang Feng saw many archaeological tools as soon as he entered. He placed the documents on the table and began to read them by himself.
As soon as Professor Sun sat down, he saw Yang Feng looking around. He picked up his cup, took a sip of water, and said, "These things have been here for a while. Just look at them and don't touch them."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng nodded slightly and continued looking around. Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he spotted an old-fashioned shovel and walked over to it.
"Professor Sun, isn't this the Luoyang shovel?"
"Oh, you even know about this? This shovel is a 20th-century artifact; it was very useful in archaeology back then," Professor Sun said, raising an eyebrow.
"I know a little bit. I've seen tomb raiding videos before; this is a very famous one." Yang Feng shrugged, reaching out to touch the tip of the Luoyang shovel, where a barely perceptible speck of dirt clung...
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 302 A Chance Encounter
"Tomb raiding is indeed very harmful, and most of what they write is fake, but... there is one thing that is real: the Tomb Raiders!"
Professor Sun stood up, a hint of disdain on his face. He then walked to an old-fashioned table, pulled out a drawer, and took out a gold and exquisite pendant.
"Since I like you, I'll tell you some stories from my past. My dream used to be to become an archaeologist. I had a good friend who went to university with me and majored in archaeology. One day, when we were studying an ancient tomb that had been discovered, he had a wicked thought, the kind of greed that people have in their hearts."
At this moment, upon hearing his words, Yang Feng's eyes were fixed on the bit of soil on the Luoyang shovel. He gently touched it with his hand, kneaded it lightly, brought it close to his nose to smell it, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
Yang Feng is an archaeologist by profession, and his mind is full of archaeological knowledge.
It's just that it's been sitting there unused for a long time.
Now it can finally be put to good use.
"Professor, how old is this Luoyang shovel? Where did you dig?" Yang Feng turned to look at Professor Sun and suddenly noticed the tomb raiding talisman in his hand. His eyebrows shot up and his curiosity was piqued.
"Let me think about it." Professor Sun paused for a moment upon hearing Yang Feng's question, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then said:
"Eh... I'm getting old, I've forgotten. I only remember using this thing for the last time in the 1980s, and I haven't used it since. By the way, why are you asking about this? Now we all use electric Luoyang shovels."
"Nothing, just curious." Yang Feng brushed the dirt off, knowing that Professor Sun didn't want to tell the truth and probably had some hidden reason. As a student, he couldn't press the matter further.
As for the soil he just brought up from that Luoyang shovel, he could tell from the smell that it was soil from an ancient tomb, and from a very distant era!
"By the way, Yang, I want to show you something. Can you tell me what era it's from?"
Professor Sun took a bowl out of the storage cabinet and handed it to Yang Feng.