Chapter 39

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Chapter 39: Title

“Yan Hua, have you lost your mind? You just let him walk away like that?”

Deputy Director Xi Ning flew back from a thousand kilometers away upon receiving Lin Jing’s message. He genuinely wanted to crack open Yan Hua’s skull to see what thoughts lingered inside.

Though similar in age, their approaches diverged like night and day—one iron-fisted and resolute, the other diplomatic and adaptable. Their superiors had paired them precisely to balance these contrasting styles.

“Didn’t I warn you before leaving not to treat Practitioners like military subordinates?”

“Didn’t I emphasize their inherent pride?”

“When the Tomb of the First Emperor inquiry received no response from above, couldn’t you have shown flexibility? Now you’ve driven him away, and we’ve no clue where to track him.”

Xi Ning knew of Leng Xingwen’s situation. Though frequently on field assignments, all critical reports still reached him.

The Tomb of the First Emperor debacle couldn’t be pinned entirely on Yan Hua—the higher-ups had dismissed its significance from the start. Yan Hua’s role was limited to relaying information; decisions of such magnitude lay beyond his authority.

“Had I known you’d be this bullheaded, I’d never have let you handle this,” Xi Ning muttered, raking fingers through his hair. He’d been occupied elsewhere during Leng Xingwen’s arrival.

Technically, Yan Hua wasn’t at fault. His motives stemmed from patriotism, though he’d failed to consider the Practitioners’ perspectives.

Xi Ning’s tirade sprang more from frustration than reason. Nationally speaking, Yan Hua’s stance held merit—yet for unruly Practitioners and extraordinary individuals who scorned legal constraints, such severity felt excessive.

“Practitioners like Ghost in Red and Leng Xingwen care even less about ‘national authority’ than modern extraordinary individuals. We must position them as ‘collaborators,’ not subordinates,” Xi Ning pressed.

“However fictional those martial arts web novels may be, one truth remains: power breeds contempt for governance. We can’t impose contemporary standards on ancients like Leng Xingwen.”

Yan Hua’s jaw tightened. “My approach was correct.”

A vein throbbed at Xi Ning’s temple. “Your current obstinacy is precisely the problem—this inflexibility serves no one.”

Sipping tea, Xi Ning noted the shadows beneath Yan Hua’s eyes and softened. However rigid, Yan Hua’s ironclad methods had stabilized the nation—half the Special Bureau’s achievements bore his stamp. Without his stringent policies, extraordinary crimes would extend far beyond that single high-speed train incident.

Yet relentless pressure inevitably provoked rebellion.

Their original strategy—firm control followed by gradual leniency—now revealed flaws when applied to traditional Practitioners, particularly under Yan Hua’s stewardship.

After refilling his cup, Xi Ning leveled his gaze. “Have you formulated a solution regarding Leng Xingwen?”

“Full responsibility rests with me,” Yan Hua immediately declared.

“Responsibility? You’d sacrifice your position?” Xi Ning tapped the teacup, sighing. “The fault’s mine too—I knew subtlety wasn’t your strength. I should’ve returned sooner.”

Yan Hua remained silent.

“You’re angry Leng Xingwen withheld information—that’s why you froze him out.” Years of partnership let Xi Ning read between the lines.

The Analysis Department had constructed behavioral models the moment Leng Xingwen appeared. Modern technology dissected every gesture, confirming his strategic omissions. Yet Leng Xingwen never lied—he simply spoke nothing.

"He doesn’t trust us," Yan Hua observed, studying his old friend who had finally relented, though the concession carried lingering stiffness. The man had seldom uttered a conciliatory word.

"Nor do we trust him, which is perfectly natural," Xi Ning responded with a thoughtful nod, one eyebrow arching. "Lin Jing briefed me about the incident during our return. Leng Xingwen made no attempt to veil his prejudice against us, even between the lines."

"This differs from the Ghost in Red’s approach." Xi Ning massaged his temples.

Though this indirect revelation suggested Leng Xingwen wasn’t two-faced, it offered little comfort—especially to those directly involved.

Leng Xingwen’s conduct revealed dual facets: the untamed chivalry of wandering heroes coexisting with the measured composure befitting a scion of noble lineage, each mannerism perfectly timed for social navigation.

Such a man, should he choose opposition against the Special Bureau, would present formidable complications.

After a brief hesitation marked by closed eyelids, Xi Ning reopened his eyes with resolve. "With the Ghost in Red, we might employ firmer measures. Her indifference to worldly affairs grants us that latitude."

"She retains memories of a modern person, granting her better adaptation to this era compared to Leng Xingwen’s complete unfamiliarity. Bai Ye’s mediation further ensures no direct hierarchical ties bind her to us."

"Yan Hua." Xi Ning’s tone sharpened. "Leng Xingwen spoke truth on one matter."

"Sincere treatment begets sincere reciprocity. Our current strategy toward him is flawed. I’ll resubmit the revised report to headquarters."

"However," he set his cup down with deliberate emphasis, "since you provoked his departure, the retrieval falls to you."

Yan Hua’s complexion darkened perceptibly. After the public humiliation in the meeting room, must he now grovel for reconciliation?

"Don’t scowl so fiercely. Leng Xingwen mirrors those ancient aristocrats—all cultivated grace and restrained conduct. He’ll likely spare you outright embarrassment."

"Consider this an opportunity to hone that temperament of yours," Xi Ning added, amusement coloring his words.

"The Special Bureau operates differently from military strictures. Better this conflict surfaces now than when Practitioners multiply. Delayed eruptions would prove catastrophic."

Xi Ning’s analysis continued methodically: Had Leng Xingwen truly intended hostility, mere departure wouldn’t have sufficed. Though publicly snubbing Yan Hua, he’d preserved the Bureau’s dignity by avoiding irreversible confrontation. Subsequent remarks to Lin Jing further signaled non-aggressive intentions.

Yan Hua maintained stony silence.

"Speak your mind. I know that look—you’re calculating how state mechanisms could suppress even a Practitioner of his caliber." Xi Ning’s chuckle held no mirth.

Current Practitioners remained within projected parameters—exceeding elite soldiers’ capabilities a hundredfold, yet still manageable.

"But consider this, Yan Hua—we stand at the Awakening of Spiritual Energy’s dawn. The state’s colossal machinery…" Xi Ning’s gesture swept upward, "…may struggle to maintain dominance, particularly against those above."

His fingers brushed the air, evoking the lofty deities.

"Science’s horizon may border on theology, but mortal technology remains earthbound. Divine capabilities demand caution—their restraint thus far doesn’t imply impotence."

"None desire divine intervention. Need I remind you of Fusang’s recent ordeal? We owe our continued existence merely to deities battling peers rather than turning their gaze downward."

"Understood." Yan Hua’s lips thinned.

"Excellent. Handle Leng Xingwen while I revise the report. If the Tomb of the First Emperor’s tremor connections prove true…" Xi Ning’s words fractured as the world shuddered.

The tremor surged and ebbed within a breath.

Xi Ning’s gaze locked onto his colleague. "That surpassed previous intensities. We accelerate preparations—frequent quakes breed panic regardless of magnitude."

“Yan Hua, give us a smile. You can’t approach Leng Xingwen wearing that scowl. Negotiations would collapse before they even began.”

“This isn’t for your own sake—it’s for the nation. Understood?”

Yan Hua lingered in silence before dipping his head in acquiescence.

“Good. I’ll track down Lin Jing. Focus on locating our target immediately.” Xi Ning strode toward the door, having scarcely slept since yesterday. After catching the dawn flight back, he now faced the urgent matter concerning the Tomb of the First Emperor.

Alone in the office, Yan Hua massaged his temples with a groan before thumbing the intercom.

“Liang An. Devise a solution. I must meet Leng Xingwen.”

—

In Information Section 2’s workspace, Liang An stared at the dead line, bewildered.

Since when did the sun rise west? The director had publicly clashed with Leng Xingwen mere hours ago. Why this sudden urgency? And why involve him? Since when was he the miracle worker for tracking wayward agents?

“Chief?” His assistant hovered at the doorway. “Deputy Director Xi’s returned. Requests all Leng Xingwen files and Tomb of the First Emperor archives. Needs your clearance.”

“Granted.” Liang An tapped authorization codes without glancing up. His mind snagged on their last interaction with the rogue agent—the customized phone issued months prior.

Those devices had been engineered for extraordinary individuals: global GPS tracking, signal enhancement features, the works. If Leng Xingwen carried his, they’d have locked onto him like a missile.

Fingers flying across keys, Liang An initiated the search—only for screens to blink emptily. No coordinates. No traces. As if the man had dissolved into ether.

“…Has he left Blue Star entirely?”

Xiao Tianji’s Weibo profile glowed on the monitor. When conventional methods failed, one turned to associates. The Special Bureau’s intel confirmed Leng Xingwen’s ties to this enigmatic figure—their sole lead in this galactic haystack.

—

Meanwhile, Ye Linlang’s gaming marathon paused as a notification flashed—Yunlang Weibo’s special alert, reserved for the Bureau’s priority account.

“Seeking Leng Xingwen?” She chuckled, piecing together the fallout. Though anticipating this rift, the Bureau’s outreach to her alias still amused.

Xiao Tianji’s “friendship” with Leng Xingwen existed through curated memories and two spiritual dove exchanges—once summoning him to clean up a mess. Now…

“If patterns hold, he’s likely at Lishan already.” Her fingers danced across the keyboard.

[Xiao Tianji: You drove him out. Why should I clean up your mess?]

Liang An’s jaw tightened as he typed through gritted teeth, professionalism warring with frustration. Somewhere beyond the screen, a spiritual dove preened its feathers.

Liang An: "We have urgent business with him. If you know his whereabouts, please inform us."

Xiao Tianji: "He hasn’t visited me."

Liang An: "We wish to offer Young Master Leng a personal apology."

Ye Linlang arched a brow. Earlier, while discussing with Leng Xingwen, she’d hinted that the Special Bureau might resist their proposal to excavate the Tomb of the First Emperor.

Though expecting disagreement, she hadn’t foreseen the Bureau’s softened stance—now even seeking to apologize face-to-face.

A slate-blue pigeon materialized midair, its intelligent eyes spotting Ye Linlang before alighting on her shoulder, offering a leg adorned with a white spiritual note. Characters shimmered across the pristine paper, inscribed with spiritual energy.

"Post on Weibo? Hmm. Should I even bother advising them now?" Ye Linlang mused, stroking her chin. The Special Bureau clearly wanted Leng Xingwen’s attention, yet he’d already instructed her to initiate Plan B.

Xiao Tianji: "Seek him at Mount Li. Hasten, and you may intercept them before they breach the Tomb."

After dispatching her message, Ye Linlang navigated to Yunlang Weibo and published a stark declaration:

【Jiuzhou barrier—eternal guardians of our land.】

Liang An nearly vaulted from his chair upon reading Xiao Tianji’s reply. Could Leng Xingwen truly be reckless enough to act?

Before he could alert the director, a Weibo notification flashed—Xiao Tianji’s name blazed across the screen, draining color from Liang An’s face.

Yan Hua’s chest constricted upon learning of Leng Xingwen’s destination. Unauthorized entry into the Tomb would unleash unthinkable repercussions.

"Xi Ning—"

"Go to Mount Li. Now." Xi Ning’s voice cut through Yan Hua’s protest. "The Tomb’s entrance was pinpointed years ago. Join them inside if you can’t stop them."

"And you?"

"Meeting the Commander personally. Take the helicopter immediately."

Yan Hua ascended into the aircraft with only Shi Fan and Li Canghai in tow. As rotors thundered, he studied Xiao Tianji’s cryptic post:

Jiuzhou barrier—eternal guardians of our land.

The archaic term "Jiuzhou" echoed Leng Xingwen’s unique lexicon. Modern Zhongxia had abandoned such phrasing, leaving Yan Hua to ponder its buried significance.

Li Canghai rested against the bulkhead, sheathed sword across his knees. His cultivation had ascended to Tier One since encountering deities in Fusang—matching Huixin’s prowess. He’d volunteered without hesitation; debts to Leng Xingwen demanded action, even if only to counter Yan Hua’s moves.

Shi Fan, Qin Dynasty scholar, provided their best hope for navigating the Tomb’s secrets. His presence transformed reckless pursuit into calculated intervention—assuming they arrived in time.

As they departed, preparations at Mount Lishan had already been completed.

The northern slopes of Lishan welcomed a gray-blue spiritual dove that swooped through distant clouds, circling thrice before plunging earthward. Five figures stood at the landing site – one man and four companions, among whom stood precisely the man Yan Hua sought: Leng Xingwen.

"Brother Leng, is that correspondence from Taoist Priest Tian Jizi?" inquired the girl in blue at his side.

"Indeed," Leng Xingwen affirmed, removing the message scroll. His fingers tightened imperceptibly as he absorbed its contents.

Youyang observed his reaction with growing curiosity. "Trouble?"

"The Special Bureau tracked me through his connections. Tian Jizi informed them of our presence at Lishan. Their agents approach even as we speak."

"Shall we await them?"

The scroll crumbled to ash between Leng Xingwen’s fingers, drifting like gray snow. "What counsel does Youyang offer?"

The spiritual dove murmured plaintively. From her sleeve’s embroidered pouch, Youyang produced thumb-sized amber fruits, offering them on her open palm. "The sect leader commanded we follow your lead. The choice rests with Brother Leng."

"My choice?" The fan’s bamboo ribs clicked against his temple. "A decision where missteps imperil more than just the Leng bloodline."

Youyang stroked the dove’s iridescent throat. "Since your arrival yesterday, you’ve avoided all mention of the current regime. Is their governance so dire?"

"Contrary to the elders’ tales of lawless eras." His mouth curved in wry amusement. "This modern dynasty maintains peace – no war-torn fields nor bodies clogging rivers as in sixth-century chronicles."

During their first emergence from the secret realm, every sight contradicted ancestral warnings. Youyang’s sigh carried the weight of recent revelations. "Why not disclose the Jiuzhou barrier’s truth to them? Their governance differs from imperial courts of old."

"The elders’ decree binds us." Leng Xingwen’s fan snapped shut. "Moreover, the Special Bureau’s wariness matches our forebears’ predictions. Warriors disrupt order, scholars twist laws – why wouldn’t they dread Practitioners?"

His gaze sharpened. "I should inquire about your recent wanderings. Despite Elder Qinyin’s instructions, you vanished upon exiting the secret realm."

Youyang’s eyelashes fluttered with feigned innocence. The Leng family’s distant cousin by blood, she’d always enjoyed his reluctant guardianship.

"Merely surveying this curious era," she demurred.

From his storage ring emerged a sleek phone. Leng Xingwen dialed memorized digits – contacts within the Special Bureau’s more reasonable faction.

Across the city, Liang An accepted the incoming call while initiating trace protocols, seamlessly patching it to Yan Hua’s device. Within moments, the two adversaries’ voices connected through crackling ether.

"I heard Director Yan wishes to meet with me," Leng Xingwen remarked nonchalantly, twirling his fan between slender fingers.

"…I wish to formally apologize for that day’s incident."

A flicker of contemplation crossed Leng Xingwen’s brow. Yan Hua didn’t strike him as the unscrupulous type – this earnest apology likely came from genuine remorse.

The revelation disarmed his combative stance.

"The Tomb of the First Emperor."

Leng Xingwen waved dismissively. Yan Hua’s apology closed that chapter, though it wouldn’t deter current plans. "We’re en route to Mount Li. Could you delay your operations? At least until we enter together."

"Reason." The fan snapped shut.

"May we discuss this?" Yan Hua forced warmth into his usually rigid tone, painfully aware of Xi Ning’s career hanging in the balance.

Observing Youyang’s curious gaze over his shoulder, Leng Xingwen sighed. "Must I spell it out, Director? Your constant suspicion tires me. We require neither approval nor companionship in our endeavors."

"Moreover," he added, studying cloud patterns overhead, "my earlier explanation proved inadequate. While harnessing benevolent fortune through public disclosure could empower both the Imperial Seal and Mu Gong Zhen Qin sword…"

"…it’s merely one approach among several."

"Young Master Leng," Yan Hua pressed, "even wanderers need sanctuary. Name your terms for joint exploration – we’ll overlook your secrets. Our duty is to protect this nation."

Leng Xingwen’s lashes lowered in concession. The bureaucrat’s humility disarmed him more effectively than any threat. Modernity’s rapid evolution, so different from ancient texts, perhaps did demand Xiao Tianji’s proposed adaptation during this Awakening of Spiritual Energy.

"Very well."

Relief softened Yan Hua’s posture. "My gratitude."

"Had such courtesy come sooner…" Leng Xingwen’s smirk held no malice. "Your ETA?"

"Two hours," came the pilot’s relayed response.

"The spiritual dove shall guide you." He nodded toward the bird nibbling crumbs from Youyang’s palm before terminating the call. "Alert the team – plans modified."

"Awaiting them, Brother Leng?" Youyang cooed at her feathered companion.

"Mutual benefit outweighs conflict in this strange new era."

As the helicopter pierced Lishan’s northern skies two hours later, a cerulean-gray dove materialized ahead, maintaining precise lead distance despite rotorcraft speeds. The spiritual guide descended gradually upon reaching predetermined coordinates, wings beating in measured tempo with unfolding destiny.

Yan Hua peered through his binoculars at the figures standing amidst the felled trees below. A clearing had been carved out where trees once stood, undoubtedly Leng Xingwen’s handiwork.

"We’ll need the rope ladder—no landing here," Yan Hua instructed the two companions behind him.

Leng Xingwen observed the three figures descending from the helicopter, his folding fan fluttering like a pale moth in his hand.

"Director Yan. Daoist Priest Li."

"Young Master Leng." Yan Hua maintained his diplomatic smile, recalling Xi Ning’s counsel as he inclined his head.

"Brother Leng." Li Canghai returned the greeting with a traditional martial salute.

Professor Shi Fan remained conspicuously unacknowledged.

"May I present Youyang, my companion from the secret realm."

The woman in flowing azure silks dipped into a flawless curtsey, her apricot-blossom complexion glowing beneath the dappled forest light. "Honored to meet you all."

"The pleasure is ours, Lady Youyang," Li Canghai responded with matching grace.

Yan Hua and Shi Fan murmured polite greetings as their group assembled before the ancient mausoleum.

Unnoticed by the gathering, Xiao Tianji activated his live stream. Notifications bloomed across countless devices simultaneously.

The cryptic message from his last Weibo post was instantly forgotten as followers flooded into the broadcast.

Half a mountain range away, Xi Ning stared incredulously at the sudden surge on the Spiritual Network. "They didn’t even bring recording equipment! How’s there HD coverage in this wilderness?" He burst into Information Section 2’s control room just as crystalline footage filled the wall-sized monitors.

……

【Xiao Tianji’s LIVE! Is that title for real???】

【"First Emperor’s Tomb Exploration" – how’s this not banned?!】

【Better not be clickbait.】

【First spiritual awakenings, now tomb-raiding streams? Our world’s gone full fantasy RPG.】

【OMG the blue-dress goddess!】

【White suit + fan = instant heartthrob. SOMEONE ID HIM NOW!】

【DAOIST PRIEST LI ALERT!!!】

【That silver fox beside him – Special Bureau director??】

The notification reached every follower simultaneously, including those still approaching the tomb.

"Shall we proceed?" Leng Xingwen’s fan snapped shut with deliberate nonchalance.

"You planted cameras?" Li Canghai eyed the floating interface displaying real-time comments.

"Tian Jizi needs no lenses. The world’s his viewfinder—he merely chooses where to look." The cultivator’s smile could have melted winter frosts.

【They KNOW we’re watching!】

【Name reveal for Mr. White Lotus when??】

【Tian Jizi = Xiao Tianji?? No tech gear? Practitioners OP pls nerf!!!】

【Before today, I never imagined myself watching the live excavation of the Tomb of the First Emperor through Weibo’s live stream.】

【Doesn’t it feel excessive for them to disturb the First Emperor’s resting place?】

【Just returned from the Spiritual Network – there’s an official notice about the tomb. Check it if interested.】

【Jiuzhou dragon vein? Imperial Seal? Mu Gong Zhen Qin sword? All hail the Ancestral Dragon’s legacy!】

Leng Xingwen tucked his phone away.

"The tomb lies deep underground. Heavy machinery might damage its original structure," Yan Hua fretted, brows furrowed.

"Rest assured. When the First Emperor built his tomb, my ancestors witnessed its construction," Youyang replied softly, producing interlinked jade pieces gleaming with aqueous luster.

"Our sect’s ancestral relics remain in the underground palace. We can access them directly."

"Though the spiritual energy reserves permit only one journey. The passage will collapse after use."

"But the underground palace’s air quality…" Professor Shi trailed off, recalling standard tomb-opening protocols.

"Take these." Leng Xingwen detached his waist pendant and fan ornament, pressing them into Yan Hua and Shi Fan’s palms.

"Keep them close. The jade’s spiritual energy will shield you."

"Youyang. Proceed."

Nodding, the woman channeled energy into her jade ring. Wind-chime tones resonated as spatial distortions swallowed the group.

The live stream screen darkened momentarily before revealing shadowy stone corridors.

Ye Linlang observed calmly. Her contingency preparations had anticipated this – excavation mattered less than the spectacle itself. No audience meant wasted efforts.

【Did they teleport inside?】

【They preserved the tomb’s sanctity instead of dismantling it!】

【Those lamps…could they use eternal mermaid oil?】

【Already lit for two millennia regardless!】

【Chilling to the bone.】

Darkness disoriented the mortal scholars. While Leng Xingwen’s group stood unaffected by the teleportation, Yan Hua and Shi Fan staggered, saved from nausea only by the glowing pendants purifying their breath.

"This must be the burial chamber." Youyang approached an ornate casket without touching surrounding treasures. Within lay twin jade rings – these carved from pristine sheep fat jade, unlike her own.

"Our ancestors left these."

"To the main vault," Leng Xingwen declared. "What we seek lies with the First Emperor’s remains."

"Tread precisely between us. Beyond mortal traps, Practitioner-set mechanisms await."

"I’ll guard the rear."

Mercury rivers glittered beneath pearl-constellation ceilings as they progressed. Bronze lamps with undying mermaid oil flames cast dancing shadows across walls carved with celestial beasts, their ancient light illuminating the imperial necropolis’ dreadful grandeur.

Stepping out of the burial chamber, they encountered tomb corridors illuminated by mermaid lamps every thirty paces. Each step triggered relentless copper arrows shooting towards them.

Leng Xingwen deflected most projectiles, catching one midair. Despite two millennia passing, both the firing mechanisms and arrows remained pristine without corrosion.

After traversing the endless passage, they emerged into an expansive space. The staggering vista revealed a nine-meter-wide mercury moat shimmering under ceiling-mounted luminous pearls arranged in celestial constellations.

"How do we cross?"

"We fly. No passage exists here," Leng Xingwen remarked, fan flicking dismissively.

【Awesome idea! But can we actually fly?】

【Emperor Qin’s tomb outshines all royal mausoleums I’ve seen – pure magnificence!】

【Those luminous pearls! One could solve lifelong financial woes.】

【What’s that towering structure ahead? The coffin platform must be near.】

【Witnessing the Ancestral Dragon’s golden coffin – this moment justifies my existence.】

Golden birds erupted from the mercury river, trajectories locked onto the group. Razor-tipped arrows glinting with cyan venom sprayed from their beaks.

Leng Xingwen’s fan blurred through defensive arcs, repelling avians back into the toxic flow. Returning birds floated crippled on mercury’s silvery surface, wings mangled.

As reinforcements swarmed, Li Canghai joined the fray. His swordplay carved golden arcs through the flock. Leng Xingwen hurled his fan – its expanding handle bridging the moat.

"Youyang, escort the mortals across first," he ordered. "These constructs drain Spiritual Energy. The tomb’s anti-Practitioner traps multiply near main entrances."

Fanless now, Leng Xingwen unleashed cutting energy waves, shattering attackers. "Their numbers overwhelm us, Brother Leng!"

"Cross. I’ll follow."

Li Canghai hesitated until shoved toward safety. The scholar then somersaulted across mercury winds, his fan transforming midair into a gleaming long sword.

"Behind you!"

Whirling blade-light disintegrated three diving birds. The duo retreated from the riverbank as disoriented constructs plunged back into mercury.

"Had the dragon vein remained intact six centuries past…" Leng Xingwen massaged his temple, fanning irritably.

"Are you hurt, Brother Leng?"

"Trifles. Were it not for protecting…" He trailed off, gaze lifting toward the distant dais.

Jade steps ascended to a platform cradling a golden coffin. Surrounding jade figurines wore intricately carved official robes – civil ministers and armored generals frozen in eternal service.

Nine dragon-entwined pillars framed the assembly. The uncanny realism made the party tread cautiously, half-expecting stone eyes to blink.

"Incredible…" Professor Shi breathed, flushed with awe. Few mortals would ever touch these ancient treasures within the First Emperor’s sealed tomb.