The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

As Chen Guan met the old man's probing gaze, his mind raced, searching for a plausible excuse.

He couldn't exactly say it was a beginner's gift package that came with him when he transmigrated.

This is ridiculous.

In the mental space, Baal let out a wild laugh, urging him to quickly fabricate an earth-shattering family legend to intimidate these mortals.

However, despite his smearing, Baal was also curious about the origin of the coffin.

Despite knowing Chen Guan for so long, Baer knew nothing about Chen Guan's past.

Chen Guan chose to ignore the demon god in his mind who loved to watch the drama unfold, and offered a generic answer.

"A family heirloom passed down from the elders in my family."

Mr. Wang's hand holding the electronic pen hovered in mid-air, his smile frozen at the corner of his mouth.

Baihu leaned against the alloy experimental table next to him, letting out a sneer as he helped to get out of the predicament.

"Don't make things difficult for him. This kid is very guarded. If you expect him to reveal everything, you might as well expect me to work for you for free."

Old Wang shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked to the giant control panel behind him, quickly clicking on the screen to bring up a high-definition holographic projection.

Chen Guan's gaze was drawn to the image that lit up in mid-air.

The scene presents a cold, grayish-blue tone, with a black coffin half-buried in the frozen soil, quietly displayed inside. The surrounding snow is eroded with a ring of charred, radial marks, and the exposed surface of the coffin is covered with messy, ancient engravings.

Old Wang pointed the red light of his electronic pen to a corner of the coffin lid, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"We extracted residual energy fluctuations around the valley and collected some dust that had peeled off the surface of the coffin. Comparative analysis revealed that the material of this substance was highly similar to that of black iron, but there was a fundamental difference in its molecular structure."

Chen Guan frowned slightly, waiting for what was to come.

"Ordinary black iron is an inanimate object forged under high pressure, but the material on this coffin has the characteristics of a living organism."

These words caused the temperature in the room to drop a few degrees. Chen Guan dug his fingernails into his palms. His own body was lying in the coffin behind him. He could understand if it was a living thing, but the same coffin in the Northern Territory was also alive.

Old Wang looked at the coffin again, his eyes revealing the obsession unique to researchers.

"Chen, may I perform a simple, non-destructive scan of this family heirloom on your back?"

Chen Guan immediately took a half step back, his face showing vigilance.

"No, the rule in this house is that you can't be touched by any external force."

Old Wang looked regretful but didn't insist. Baihu clapped his hands at the right moment to ease the slightly somber atmosphere.

"Alright, Mr. Wang, I didn't bring him here to be your guinea pig."

Baihu put his hands in his coat pockets, grinning smugly: "I want to show this kid up close. Let me know, I'm coming right now."

"Go on, go on," Old Wang waved his hand dismissively, as if to shoo him away.

Baihu led Chen Guan away through another passage, the alloy door closing behind them, completely blocking out Old Wang's gaze that seemed to want to slice the man and coffin together for research.

Baihu pressed the elevator button, his nonchalant expression returning to his usual carefree demeanor, his voice echoing in the empty corridor.

"That's just how old Wang is. He wants to take apart anything new and take a look. If you had stayed any longer, he probably would have asked you about the composition of the family heirloom."

When he's here, he's Old Man Wang; when he's not, he's just Old Man Wang. White Tiger's daily routine is to adapt to any situation.

Chen Guan stepped into the elevator, glanced at the other person, and did not say anything.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see the real deal."

The elevator doors slid open to the sides, and Baihu stepped aside to make way, teasingly saying, "I hope your precious heirloom doesn't betray you at the last minute and run off with someone else."

Chen Guan still didn't reply. Once you start paying attention to a creature like the White Tiger, it'll never stop.

He had his own methods for dealing with the White Tiger.

A few minutes later, the elevator stopped at an underground platform.

A black all-terrain armored vehicle was parked on the track. Chen Guan sat in the passenger seat, placed the coffin back in the back seat, and turned to look at Bai Hu in the driver's seat.

Where are we going?

Baihu pushed the starter lever, and the engine emitted a deep roar.

"Outside the valley."

"The restrictive force field in that place is extremely special. Conventional flying machines will malfunction if they get close. Only these old-fashioned tin cans can get there."

The armored vehicle drove into the dark tunnel. Even driving this old-fashioned tin can he described was very steady. Although Baihu always spoke irreverently, there was no denying that he was a very capable person.

You just can't open your mouth. Once you do, your aura of authority vanishes completely.

Baal yawned in his mental space and chuckled, "This is quite a spectacle. Lord Baal is starting to take a liking to it."

He became increasingly curious about what that coffin actually was.

The armored vehicle traveled through the tunnel for fifteen minutes before light finally appeared ahead.

As the vehicle emerged from the tunnel, a vast valley shrouded in wind and snow came into view.

The sky was leaden gray, and the cold wind swirled snowflakes that rustled against the bulletproof glass of the armored vehicle.

A dozen or so enormous rune pillars stand around the valley, their surfaces shimmering with an icy blue light, forming a semi-transparent shield that envelops the entire area.

Baihu parked the car outside the protective cover and turned off the engine.

"We've arrived, get off the bus."

The two pushed open the door and stepped out, their robes immediately filled with the biting cold wind.

Chen Guan turned up his collar and looked through the shimmering protective barrier towards the center of the valley.

The black coffin was half-buried in the snow, exuding a sense of deathly stillness and ominous oppression.

The white tiger walked to the edge of the protective barrier and tapped on the light screen.

"See that?"

"The array was set up by the Great Wall's top rune masters, mainly to prevent the things inside from going berserk, and also to prevent anything from the outside from getting in and causing trouble."

He turned to look at the center of the valley and added the details.

"The most crucial thing is the restriction that comes with it; no one can touch it."

Chen Guan turned his gaze away from the formation and asked curiously, "Have you tried it?"

White Tiger shrugged generously: "Of course."

"I had my summoned beast try it out. A seventh-tier wind wolf turned to ash the moment it touched the inner layer of the barrier."

He spread his hands and sighed, "Poor little sweetheart, I tried it myself, and the result of forcing my way in was being thrown three hundred meters away. Landing face-first on the ground is no pleasant experience."

Chen Guan looked at the white tiger beside him with surprise. An eleventh-level expert had been made so disheveled by a restriction.

In his mind, the White Tiger had always been wicked, yet omnipotent.

This was the first time I'd ever seen the other party look so helpless.

"So no one can get in?"

The white tiger nodded in affirmation.

That's how it is right now.

"All the detection equipment, even Old Man Wang's precious instruments, immediately lose their signal as soon as they enter."