Chapter 811: Chapter 291: Imperial Mausoleum Town, Battle of Wits and Courage

Three days passed quickly.

Ning Zheng still didn’t pay much attention to the situation of the Chaotic Body Imperial Mausoleum in the Chronicles of Time. Occasionally, he went to Sword Casting Manor to observe the research and breeding of Golden Mud.

And he checked the various research projects underway in their professional zone.

But the disappearance of the Chaotic Body Royal Race, Chaotic Body Emperor... these mausoleum owners was exposed on this morning, causing a tidal wave across the Nine-State!

"Impossible! The Imperial Palace has long been ransacked, not even a floor tile remains."

"All the powerful Ancient Burial Embers have actually disappeared!"

"What about the royal treasury? What about their ancient medical treatment techniques?"

...

Clearly.

This mausoleum had been secretly robbed again and again in advance.

In fact, most tomb raiders had not yet figured out just how many Chaotic Body Emperors there were, whether they were male or female, or what stories they had?

The three top tomb raiders’ dimensional reduction strike offered little tomb raiding experience to others!

The culprits are obvious.

The same happened during the previous raid on the Longevity Imperial Mausoleum.

If it weren’t for Ning Zheng having planted a spy in their team, they might have learned nothing about the romance story of Mother of Non-Life, her growth experiences, or the truth that the Emperor of Longevity was actually a group of infants, before they took out the boss.

But now...

Without planting anyone, Ning Zheng truly didn’t know what had specifically happened.

Actually, Ning Zheng didn’t care much about how much treasure, money, resources Xin Xichen’s mausoleum-raiding trio had stolen.

After all, what he lacked now was not resources, but Qi Fortune Value.

He’s only interested in whether they can successfully pass the "Town Security Check" and transport the items out after raiding the tomb?

Will they be blocked again?

Previously, he personally blocked them as the Ancient Bronze Emperor.

And does this fake self have the ability to spot Xin Xichen’s flaws?

Ning Zheng thought to himself:

"Xin Xichen is someone who doesn’t admit defeat..."

"After being defeated last time, he must have researched new smuggling techniques during that long period. He would surely want to experiment and regain face after stealing this time."

"I wonder if the painter can handle him?"

Ning Zheng hopes Xin Xichen won’t be able to take the things out.

If they can’t take them out, like the Emperor of Longevity hiding them in a corner of the mausoleum, then there’s an opportunity for him in the future.

...

Adventure Town.

Fake Jiucai Rong, fake Night Mad Cultivator, were staring at the projected screen together with Bai Xingling, the new elder manager.

"We can’t let this Emperor steal anything."

"This time, we must block them again!"

Bai Xingling stared at the screen with bloodshot eyes.

Recently, this period had been the most strenuous and fulfilling time of his life.

Managing these troublesome matters gave him sleepless nights and restless meals, but thankfully, they persevered, proving their managerial ability.

In some respects, they were quite imaginative.

Now, Bai Xingling only needed to do one thing: "Can’t let the Xin Dynasty Emperor trio rub it in our faces!"

He was previously embedded in their tomb raiding team and only gained a bit of profit afterward, leaving him resentful.

Now the trio had returned...

He must keep a firm eye on them!

In the words of the Ancient Demon Gods nearby:

"Don’t underestimate young poverty!"

"Last time, being part of your tomb raiding team humiliated me; this time, I’ll repay double! Block your tomb raiding team hard!"

"Bai Xingling, get him, get him, get him! Don’t chicken out!"

However, though they cheered enthusiastically, they couldn’t stop Xin Xichen’s smuggling activities.

Bai Xingling: "Everyone, you have lots of ideas, we’re losing here. What should we do?"

Fake Jiucai Rong and others had a clever plan, hurriedly shouted in fear from under the table at the Ancient Demon Gods’ Square: "Something terrible happened, quick, go to the Western studio and invite the elder!"

Boom!

The sound echoed through the secret base of the Ancient Demon Gods.

"What are they doing?"

The painter immersed in his painting was silent.

After a while, he chose to step in and assist.

Just to prevent Xin Xichen’s smuggling from being too easy and leading to suspicion they were fake.

But to his dismay, each time he stepped in and personally took action, he stirred up stormy waves in history.

Now, every time he stepped in, under the pleas of this group of Ancient Demon Gods, his worth seemed to diminish?

Stepping in involved such messy affairs.

Like defending against "heist smuggling," keeping an eye on them like customs...

The painter was quite helpless, "Forget it, forget it."

Thus began the battle of wits between the two parties.

Xin Xichen from the shadows, had strangers carry the treasures, secretly transporting them.

While the painter was responsible for distinguishing and checking each suspicious person.

Xin Xichen became more nervous: "This time, using this method to smuggle goods, was he discovered again?"

The opponent felt a match was encountered, and so did the painter.

He’s just a painter.

Solving puzzles, decoding, illusion arrays, and various methods were unfamiliar disciplines.

Xin Xichen was indeed professional, for a time, even the all-around painter who claimed to have learned all skills in history felt pressured.

Xin Xichen was truly a genius.

He sighed inwardly, knowing each craft has its specialization, and lazily refrained from interfering, silently withdrawing while casually tossing out a Xin Xichen, opting for the shortcut:

"Fortunately, I have another Xin Xichen."

A mysterious figure in a black cloak (Xin Xichen) appeared before him.

The painter quietly turned and left, advising, "This person will keep an eye on you... I won’t accompany you here."

Bai Xingling watched his master leave confidently: "As expected of my master, casually dispatching a mysterious subordinate can suppress the most knowledgeable Emperor of an era."

Fake Jiucai Rong and fake Night Mad Cultivator shouted, "As expected of the master."

The painter breathed a sigh of relief; the matter was resolved rather easily and continued painting until the next day.

Xin Xichen did nothing, attracting disdain from the other two, while Cursed couldn’t help but say, "Let me handle this! This time, the ancient Demon Gods shouldn’t block us again like last time when we lost face."

So, they couldn’t hold it back anymore.

Several blacksmiths crawled under the table in terror and shouted, "Things are not good, quickly go to the western studio and invite that old senior!"

The painter fell silent: "....."

Clearly, these three outside were determined to cause trouble and regain their reputation! Xin Xichen was working as a cremator—poets love to burn people... blocking the door to catch thieves, these sarcastic idioms came out, and if it were he, he would get angry too, silently enduring, now on the return visit with a crazy vengeance.

"But back then, it wasn’t me who mocked you..." said the innocent painter, somewhat speechless, though understanding their great ambition to rise again from where they fell.

He looked at Bai Xingling’s expectant gaze and sighed in relief: "Thankfully, I have another Cursed."

He released the second shadow and turned to leave.

So why am I dealing with these people and engaging in these meaningless activities?

A strong regret continuously filled his heart, but now, having taken over the force of the ancient ancestor Demon God, he found himself helpless.

"Alas!"

"Never mind, never mind." A long sigh indicated he would again personally deal with the aftermath for these people.

Ultimately, Xin Xichen and his group returned defeated, once again comprehensively beaten, hiding the stolen treasures back in a part of the tomb to retrieve them later.

...

...

Sword Casting Manor.

The Food God’s Meiling Fish account character, being the only recent two-phase cultivator tomb raider, actually didn’t enter the tomb at all but rather hid out, guarding and recording at the town’s detection gate.

Filming pedestrians, successfully analyzing their game through minute details.

"Looks like Xin Xichen lost; even failed against our knockoff."

In the dining hall, while stirring the pot with a large spoon, the Food God complained to Shao Chaikun, "They are truly feeble."

"Probably the painter showed up."

Shao Chaikun intelligently analyzed with a smile, "Otherwise, how could those few puny blacksmiths possibly defeat such a tomb-raiding furious trio?"

"Hahaha, this time, they will probably also explode with rage."

"Undoubtedly, with tight security this time, they also dare not venture out, likely like last time can only detonate the Dharma aspect... explode on the spot!"

As they spoke, they couldn’t help but laugh.

This behind-the-scenes boss recently must be too busy to even scratch his head.

He really steps up when something happens; he’s too reliable.

Isn’t he much better than our background Manor Master?

The Manor Master is merely a background animation, rarely seen in person, erratically running rampant, has been ridiculed many times.

If the painter were our Sword Casting Manor Master, someone committed, ethical, and responsible, we’d have soared long ago!

How frustrating.

The background Manor Master, missing day and night, has caused him to die twice.

...

Elsewhere.

Nursery Capital City, Between the Embers.

The elegant mural of the Chronicles of Time still adorned palace walls, albeit merely for show; only the Nine Shui’s imperial mauseloum remains real.

Of course, according to blacksmiths, Nine Shui is humanity’s real first ancestral tomb.

Clearing out the fake ancestral tombs and leaving one true doesn’t hurt.

At this point, Xin Xichen opened his eyes, showing a hint of alarm on the throne but quickly masked it with a sigh: "Failed again."

Dao Yueniang laughed: "Didn’t the Emperor say he’s been preparing for long; this is your most adept domain, no one will defeat you again! Want to claim it’s an accident, and win next time, guaranteed no defeat for the third time!"

Xin Xichen still frowned, "Last time was understandable; I hadn’t prepared, rushed, got seen through, but this time is problematic."

It isn’t arrogance; it’s confidence.

Confidence that in human history, no one possesses knowledge surpassing him, if any at all!

Otherwise, Nine Shui wouldn’t let him take the stage.

Moreover, now he uses a grill, with the Eye of Identification as a node, burning the whole world...

Actually, if Ning Zheng were still guarding, he couldn’t have stopped the Xin Dynasty Emperor, who had prepared and researched ten smuggling methods this time. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

At least, it would cost tens of millions, even billions wrongly, to stop them; stopping without cost would be a shame, surely Ning Zheng would spend heaps of wrongful money!

However now.

Someone takes the fall, the painter shoulders the blockage, saving Ning Zheng’s expenditure.

"You lost?"

In the only remaining Nine Shui mausoleum, the voice called.

"Their origins are mysterious."

Xin Xichen replied:

"I can concede they’re strong, in combat and wisdom stronger than I, but this hidden technique field, akin to solving puzzles, is my Firewood specialty, with Sun Moon assist, yet still lost."

The mausoleum’s Nine Shui stayed silent a few seconds, then suddenly spoke: "The era’s variables are too great, those ancient Demon God guys perhaps are no longer themselves..."

"Certainly not themselves."

Xin Xichen said indifferently: "Embers are merely logical shells, a change over millions of years is sure."

"That’s not what I meant." Nine Shui shook his head, contemplating long, his voice suddenly resonated throughout the palace:

"Enough, summon Xi Rong to see me."

"What do you plan?" Xin Xichen frowned.

"I’m interested in their researched New Technique Coin." Nine Shui said nonchalantly: "They evidently have considerable study in the domain of destiny."