Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 136 Nine Cauldrons
What's next?

Yang Feng asked as he returned to the enormous throne.

He didn't even live to see the new Han emperor unify the country.

But in reality, there's not much suspense left.

After Liu Ming ascended the throne, Li Xiong immediately sent envoys to Chang'an, claiming to be from the Cao family. The Sima family had usurped the throne in succession, and the people of Yizhou were all loyal to the Han dynasty and unwilling to submit to the rebels. They had no choice but to endure and wait for an opportunity. At that time, the Sima family was embroiled in internal strife for power, so they were supported by the people of Shu. However, their power was weak, and they dared not openly restore the Han dynasty, so they could only continue to wait for the right moment.

Now that Emperor Taizu Gao has descended to earth, swept away the traitors and restored the Han Dynasty, they naturally request to be reinstated as Han officials.

Moreover, before the envoys departed, Li Xiong and his entourage had already relinquished their imperial titles and various official ranks, temporarily taking charge of military and political affairs as commoners, awaiting the arrival of the imperial envoys.

As for their identities...

What kind of Di people?
We are all Han Chinese, okay?

Our ancestors were indeed Di people, but they were Han officials since the Western Han Dynasty. Back then, they followed Ma Chao to join Emperor Zhaolie. How could we not be loyal ministers of the Han Dynasty?
We have served the Han people for hundreds of years, so how can we not be considered Han people?

As for the question of whether Li Xiong's great-grandfather, Li Hu, was actually one of the Di people who surrendered to Cao Cao at that time...

Cao Cao was also the Chancellor of the Han Dynasty!
Although his great-grandfather was momentarily confused, his choice as a Han subject was not wrong. However, after Cao Pi usurped the throne, his family was ashamed to be subjects of a traitor, so they fled to Yizhou with their clan and returned to their ancestral home in Bazhou, where they followed Emperor Zhaolie. After the Later Lord surrendered, they had no choice but to wait for an opportunity. Finally, the opportunity arose from internal strife within the Sima clan, and they joined forces with Fan Changsheng and other loyal Han people to raise an army. In short, making up stories is something everyone can do. In fact, they had already discussed this with Liu Xuan and others beforehand, so it was inevitable that the new Han emperor would accept their surrender after Emperor Taizu Gaozu returned to the heavens.

However, these things are no longer relevant to Yang Feng. It is enough that he can roughly eliminate the foreign tribes for the new Han Dynasty and leave behind a court similar to the Three Departments and Six Ministries system of the Tang Dynasty, a talent selection system based on the imperial examination, a military system where the whole population is a soldier, and a guard army close to that of the Napoleonic era.

After the Empire?

What happens to the empire is its own business.

He was just giving it to someone who was passing by.

"The next one is a bit troublesome; the next one should be the Nine Cauldrons."

The so-called God said.

"Don't tell me we're really going to go back to the ancient era of divine wars."

Yang Feng said.

"Well, actually you have two choices. One is indeed to go to the ancient era of the war of gods, but the other is easier. You can find the Nine Cauldrons directly in modern times, and the ritual is also very easy, after all, there are too many descendants of Yu the Great."

The so-called God said.

"The Nine Tripods are in modern times?"

Yang Feng looked on incredulously.

"To be precise, most of the bronze from the Nine Tripods is in modern times."

The so-called god gestured, and a 3D version of Earth instantly appeared before Yang Feng. Then, tens of thousands of points of light appeared on it, especially a large number from a certain island nation in Europe, and even many from his own country. At the same time, these points of light continued to enlarge in front of him, then transformed into ancient bronze artifacts before disappearing, including several national treasures that he was quite familiar with.

"The original Nine Tripods were melted down long ago and turned into various bronze artifacts. These bronze artifacts were then melted down many more times and turned into new ones. In the end, the bronze from the Nine Tripods was melted into these bronze artifacts and then excavated in modern times. Due to various historical reasons, they became collectibles scattered all over the world."

Of course, this is only a part.

Some of it should have already returned to the earth.

So you won't find them unless you go back to the era of the gods' wars before they were destroyed.

As for the Zhou Nine Tripods, they were cast by the Shang dynasty itself, not by the Xia dynasty during the Warring States period.

Now all you need to do is find these bronze artifacts and extract the bronze that originally belonged to the Nine Tripods from them, even just a portion, is enough to recreate the Nine Tripods. Of course, you should extract as much as possible.

The so-called God said.

Yang Feng looked at the Earth before him with melancholy.

Those points of light all belong to some of the most powerful and influential countries on this planet, including those that are still theoretically superpowers. So he wants to acquire all these bronze artifacts from museums and private collectors in these countries. Moreover, most of these are national museums, meaning it's almost impossible to buy them.

He turned to look at the expectant gaze of that so-called god.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you? I knew you never had good intentions from the start."

He said.

That bastard did it on purpose!

This bastard probably was waiting from the very beginning to see him cause trouble in the modern world.

That's why he kept increasing his strength.

"You can bet that the era of the gods wasn't actually that terrible."

The latter replied with a smile.

"I'd bet my ass!"

Yang Feng said.

Even in a battle between gods, why gamble?

He made the wrong bet and ran into a group of ancient gods; his four divine artifacts alone couldn't hold him off.

"Actually, you also have an advantage in modern times. At least you don't have to gather people everywhere. There are too many descendants of Yu the Great. If you want to perform a blood sacrifice, you don't need to gather a certain number of people. You can just go to them and buy some blood. There are hundreds of surnames and probably tens of millions of people. You can easily gather tens of thousands of blood samples."

The so-called God comforted him.

However, this is true; there are over a hundred surnames claiming to be descendants of Yu the Great.

Although it's a self-proclaimed claim, even if a third of it is true, that's still tens of millions of people. So the problem is indeed simple; it's just a matter of finding an excuse to get some blood samples.

Yang Feng ignored him and turned to leave.

"How do you plan to get your hands on these bronze artifacts?"

The so-called God said.

"Rob!"

Yang Feng said it very simply.

"I like."

……

In front of a famous museum, or rather a crime museum, in the capital of a European island nation.

Yang Feng, leaning on a nine-section staff, wearing a trench coat and sunglasses, stood in the rain-soaked square.

"I actually really want to keep a low profile."

He sighed.

Then, like a villain in a movie, he walked forward, climbed the steps, passed through the towering pillars, and followed a few tourists through the gate, only to be stopped by security...

"Sir, please hand over your sword to us for temporary safekeeping. Also, if you cannot prove that it is an antique, we are obligated to call the police."

The South Asian security officer pointed to the Crimson Sword hanging at his waist under his trench coat and said.

At the same time, two burly security guards, one black and one of Middle Eastern descent, were also watching Yang Feng warily.

"So you want it to just be an antique?"

Yang Feng looked at the security checkpoint staff, who were clearly tense, and said.

The latter's hand was already on the alarm.

Of course they were nervous. This country is famous for its swordsmen, and in fact, it even controls knives. This guy had a long sword at his waist and went to an eye-catching place like a museum. Who could guarantee that he wasn't here to cause a big trouble? So the security check really hoped he would say it was an antique.

"Sir, this is a museum. Please follow our rules."

"That's what the security checkpoint said."

"Now, I'm in charge here."

Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder and said. The security guard pressed the alarm without hesitation. The sudden sound of the alarm startled the tourists, who stared in astonishment. Several security guards rushed over, while the two burly men and the security guard retreated as quickly as possible, clearly not wanting to risk their lives. Yang Feng, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, calmly smiled. The next moment, he raised his nine-section staff and, as if possessed by Gandalf, brought it down sharply.

A flash of light appeared on the ground.

The next moment, a shockwave visible to the naked eye spread outwards instantly.

"boom!"

The deafening roar was actually just a sonic shock that instantly shattered all the surrounding glass.

The security guards and tourists all screamed, covered their ears, and some even fell to the ground.

This was an ancestral Taoist art that Emperor Gaozu of Han learned from a certain minister. In fact, Yang Feng had learned quite a bit from those aristocratic families, who were willing to tell him these secrets passed down through generations to demonstrate their loyalty. Of course, those who didn't tell him weren't loyal ministers, and since they weren't loyal, their families would naturally be investigated for treason. Emperor Gaozu's book of life and death could add new families to the list at any time. Add to that the blood sacrifice witchcraft of the Xiongnu, and others, and even the practices of the Murong Xianbei were forced out through captives. After this trip, Yang Feng had evolved into a true sorcerer.

He calmly walked forward, leaning on his nine-section staff amidst the chaos.

A security guard struggled to his feet and raised the revolver in his hand.

But the next moment, Yang Feng drew his sword, and a blood-red sword light flashed through the air, causing the security guard's hand and revolver to fall to the ground.

Amid his screams, Yang Feng snorted coldly.

The other security guards were so frightened that they quickly lowered their heads, like a flock of ostriches that couldn't get their feet stuck in the sand.

The sirens were still blaring.

Those tourists who had recovered somewhat ran outside in terror.

Yang Feng ignored them and continued walking among the exhibits. He casually tapped the nine-section staff in the air, and the exhibits around him kept flowing towards the staff and disappearing in front of it. These exhibits were all genuine, although they were only a small part of the entire collection. As a former world hegemon, this country had countless cultural relics from all over the world through plunder and deception.

Yang Feng didn't bother to distinguish; the Nine-Section Staff could absorb a wide area, but it lacked the ability to differentiate.

Unless he takes them one by one, he can only take them indiscriminately. After all, most of these are looted or obtained through fraud and deception. They can be sorted out and returned to their respective owners later. As for how these countries want to deal with them, that's their own business.

He strolled leisurely through the chaotic museum, leaving empty spaces in his wake.

"Quick, grab him!"

A group of newly arrived security guards rushed towards him.

He casually swung the Crimson Sky Sword behind him.

Then the sword was immediately returned to its sheath.

A sword mark suddenly appeared on the reinforced concrete floor, revealing the basement.

The security guards stopped immediately.

They all looked down at their feet in horror.

"I'm just here to take away some things that don't belong here. I don't want to kill anyone, but that doesn't mean I can't. I've probably killed more people than you've ever seen, so don't do anything that will ruin your future."

Yang Feng said.

As he spoke, he turned and walked up to the security guards.

"Lead me to the underground warehouse."

He said.

The security guards looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yang Feng smiled and opened his palm, revealing a large gold brick inside.

“You will be rewarded for leading the way for me.”

He said.

A South Asian security guard's eyes lit up instantly.

He quickly accepted the gold brick with both hands.

"I am willing to serve you, Your Highness."

He said with a broad smile.

Then, amidst the envious glances of the other security guards, he quickly led Yang Feng forward. Soon, they entered the door leading to the underground warehouse. Yang Feng drew his Crimson Sky Sword, severing the lock. The security guard led him inside, taking him all the way to a warehouse. Yang Feng didn't even bother to go inside; he simply tapped the door with his Nine-Section Staff from the outside, and all the treasures inside were sucked into it.

"continue!"

He said.

Suppressing his shock, the security guard quickly led him to the next warehouse.

They kept moving forward, emptying the warehouses along the way.

The warehouses in this area were quickly cleared out.

"Your Highness, there are other warehouses and exhibition halls."

The security guard was now worshipping Yang Feng as if he were a true god.

"lead the way!"

Yang Feng casually tossed him a gold brick.

They then followed the same route out, but as soon as they stepped outside, they were confronted by more than a dozen pistols.

"lay down your weapon!"

The lead officer shouted.

These must be nearby police officers.

Considering the efficiency of this country, this is already the fastest. After all, that was a high-speed railway that had been under construction for over a decade and had cost tens of billions of yuan, and it still wasn't finished. It's understandable that it's not finished yet, but this guy still hasn't finished...

To be precise, thirty kilometers were repaired.

"A weapon? Do you consider it a weapon?"

Yang Feng held up his nine-section staff and said.

The police officer was also taken aback, since the thing did indeed look like a bamboo cane.

But the next moment the bamboo cane pointed at him.

Countless javelins suddenly flew out. Before he could even react, a javelin pierced his stomach and pinned him to the floor. The policemen behind him, holding pistols, were also struck by javelins, screaming as they were pinned to the floor. The security guards who had initially held out hope, and even some local officials and reporters, were terrified and scattered like birds.

Yang Feng walked past the police officer.

"You guessed right, it is indeed a weapon."

He said sincerely.

And then I just walked over there.

The officer continued to scream, but he shouldn't die; with the medical technology of this day, such an injury is nothing serious.

The South Asian security guard quickly followed. He was being held hostage, and he was helpless. This demon was so powerful; what could an ordinary person like him do? Of course, he had to submit to the demon's tyranny! He led Yang Feng down a corridor to another exhibition hall. However, as soon as they reached this hall, they heard a chaotic screech of brakes outside, and even the sound of helicopter rotors spinning in the sky. Yang Feng looked out the window. On a hovering helicopter, fully armed soldiers were rappelling down, while several armored vehicles equipped with machine guns were also stopping, and soldiers were rushing out of the vehicles as well.

He gave a nonchalant, indifferent smile and continued to rummage through the exhibits in the hall.

The soldiers assumed combat stances, appearing as if they were elite troops, and quickly approached the exhibition hall. The sound of helicopter rotors could be heard in the sky, indicating that more soldiers were landing.

Of course, politicians and journalists also flocked to the area.

This museum is too famous.

This is undoubtedly a good opportunity for them to showcase themselves.

(End of this chapter)