I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

For the next two weeks, the couple, known for their cunning and ruthless thieveryman, endured more hardship than any of the safes they had ever broken into.

They couldn't go anywhere. It wasn't that they didn't want to leave, but that they couldn't—the Imperial Seal of the State was still in the museum, and their collection would forever be missing that one piece.

The missing treasure was like a thorn, deeply embedded in their hearts, causing them to lose sleep and appetite, and making everything seem wrong.

The frequency of men shaving has changed from once every three days to once a week.

The two of them huddled in the room, like two caged mice, restless and easily angered, finding fault with each other yet unable to live without one another.

Every day at noon, the man would promptly open his phone to try and buy tickets.

At 11:59:50, he began frantically clicking the ticket purchase button.

At exactly 12 o'clock, the phone screen always displayed: "Tickets for today are sold out. Please try again tomorrow."

The man's finger hovered above the screen for two seconds before he slammed the phone onto the bed.

The phone bounced, slipped to the ground, and cracked its screen.

The woman sat on the other side of the bed, holding her own phone and trying to grab it, but she failed as well.

She didn't smash the phone; instead, she placed it on the bedside table.

"It's been half a month, and we haven't managed to snag a single ticket. 30,000 spots were gone in a second. It's not that we're slow; there are just too many people vying for them. Everyone in the entire Dragon Kingdom who wants to see the Imperial Seal of the State is fighting over those 30,000 tickets. Even people who have already seen it are probably still trying to get one."

Her voice was full of exhaustion.

A few days ago, the man bought a ticket-grabbing software online, which claimed to automatically grab tickets at a speed hundreds of times faster than manual methods.

He spent five thousand yuan, and then nothing happened—the software stopped working, the seller deleted him from their WeChat contacts, changed their profile picture to a gray square, and their Moments were reduced to a horizontal line. Only then did the man realize he'd been scammed.

The woman looked at him without saying a word.

She knew he was angry, not because he had been scammed out of a few thousand yuan—that amount of money was nothing to them—but because he was angry that he had been fooled by such a low-level scam.

They were master thieves, roaming the planet for over a decade without ever failing, when they were scammed out of 5,000 yuan online by a small-time ticket-grabbing software vendor.

If this gets out, their reputation in the martial arts world will be completely ruined.

In the past two weeks, something else has happened on Earth.

Countries that had previously plundered cultural relics from China have begun to gradually return them to China, not to the national museum, but to the Xianglong Museum.

French chicken was the first one.

They looted a large number of cultural relics during the war, and some of them are still lying in their museum warehouses, never to see the light of day.

In a televised address, the French president announced that all artifacts from the Dragon Kingdom would be returned to the Dragon Museum, with the first batch consisting of approximately several thousand items.

He used the word "return" in his speech, not "gift" or "loan".

John Bull followed closely behind, encompassing bronzes, porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, jade, and Buddhist statues.

At the signing ceremony, John Bull's Culture Secretary made a beautiful remark: "These artifacts should be seen in the land where they were born."

The United States has also announced the return of all cultural relics from China, a large quantity of which are all exquisite pieces.

The news spread rapidly throughout China, and the comment section exploded.

"Finally paid it back?"

"They didn't have a change of heart; they were afraid Luo Fei would take it himself, so they figured it was better to return it in advance and at least gain a good reputation."

One sentence woke everyone up.

Those countries returned the cultural relics not because they suddenly had a conscience, but because they were afraid that Luo Fei would come and take them himself.

Luo Fei's attitude toward the return of cultural relics by various countries is very simple.

"Accept it all."

The first batch of cultural relics was transported by a special plane arranged by the French, escorted by fighter jets, and flew directly to Longhai City.

A red carpet was laid out on the airport tarmac, and armed police stood on both sides, making the scene even more grand than when welcoming foreign heads of state.

After the special plane landed, the cabin door opened, and the porters carefully carried out the wooden crates, each sealed with tape, from the cargo hold.

The box was printed with a striking red warning sign, and the corners were wrapped with foam padding.

Luo Fei stood by the tarmac watching the wooden crates being unloaded from the plane, his expression calm.

He wasn't interested in the rituals—as long as the artifacts returned, it didn't matter whether they were escorted by fighter jets or whether a red carpet was laid out.

The second and third batches arrived even faster.

When John Bull's special plane carrying cultural relics landed at Longhai Airport, there wasn't even a red carpet laid out.

The rest is simple.

Countries have simply stopped arranging special planes to escort them, as it is too inefficient. A plane can't carry many boxes, and it takes more than ten hours to fly to Longhai City. The fuel, labor, and security costs add up to a considerable sum.

More importantly, they were worried that long-distance transportation would damage the cultural relics, and if they were bumped or knocked, it would be difficult to explain to Luo Fei. So they changed their approach—they compiled a list of the cultural relics, packed them into wooden crates, placed them on pallets, and then called the Chinese side, saying, "The items are ready, please come and pick them up, General Luo."

Without wasting words, Luo Fei instructed Xiao Wan to fly the spaceship over the enemy capital, collect all the wooden crates into his ring, and then teleport back to the spaceship and leave.

The entire process will take no more than ten minutes.

During this process, he also marked the capitals of most countries on Earth for future teleportation convenience.

After the cultural relics were transported back to the Xianglong Museum, they filled the temporary storage area on the second basement floor.

The wooden crates were stacked to the ceiling, leaving only narrow passageways between them.

Robots line up to send cultural relics to the scanner for scanning and authentication, and then classify the genuine items and send them to the empty display cases on the ground floor.

There are more and more cultural relics, but less and less space.

Luo Fei stood in the temporary storage area on the second basement floor, looking at the wooden crates that had not yet been opened.

He said to the air, "Xiao Wan, ask Director Qin for land to build another building next to it. Just like the one we have now. Once it's built, any new cultural relics can be placed there."

Xiao Wan replied with a single word: "Okay."

The approval process was completed quickly, and the relocation was finished.

Several buildings were blown up, and construction robots emerged from the spaceship one after another, like a group of tireless ants, and began to carry construction waste from the ruins next to the Xianglong Museum to the spaceship for decomposition and recycling.

For the past two weeks, Luo Fei has mostly selected daily necessities from the system options.

For example, a thousand warm scarves, five hundred pairs of snow boots, two hundred boxes of self-heating hot pots, etc.

There are two options worth mentioning.

The first one is the Nine Tripods of the Dragon Kingdom.

Legend has it that after Yu the Great successfully controlled the floods, he collected metal from the nine provinces to cast nine tripods, symbolizing the nine provinces of the world.

The Nine Tripods have been passed down through generations throughout history and are regarded as symbols of state power.

After Qin destroyed Zhou, the Nine Tripods were lost and have not been seen for more than two thousand years.

The system restored it to its state before it was destroyed—nine bronze cauldrons lined up in a row, the largest one being more than a person's height and the smallest half a person's height.

The body of the tripod is cast with the shapes of mountains, rivers, plants, insects, fish and all kinds of things, with intricate patterns and a magnificent presence.

Luo Fei teleported directly to the 25th floor of the museum and chose an empty display case lined up in a row, occupying the entire wall.

He placed the nine tripods one by one inside, closed the glass cover, and when the lights came on, the green patina of the bronze gleamed faintly in the warm yellow light.

The name of each cauldron is displayed sequentially on the small screen at the base of the display case.

The second one is the meteorite iron sword.

A low-grade magical artifact, forged from meteorite iron from outer space. The blade is dark gray, over a meter long, with a thick back and a sharp edge.

The blade was devoid of patterns, inscriptions, or any superfluous decorations. It was extremely heavy, too heavy for an ordinary person to lift. Its spiritual energy was contained and completely pure.

The system also provided a hint: Originally, injecting spiritual power could ignite flames on the blade, but after system modification, injecting qi has the same effect as injecting spiritual power.

Luo Fei held the blade in his hand and weighed it in his hand; the dark gray blade flashed under the light.

He gripped the hilt and channeled energy into the blade. The blade instantly lit up, and a dark red pattern appeared on the dark gray metal surface.

Then orange-red flames shot up from the blade, reaching extremely high temperatures, distorting the air around it.

He stopped injecting gas, the flame went out, and the blade returned to its dark, unremarkable appearance.

Put the meteorite sword into the ring.

The lights were off in the budget hotel room at night.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his knees, his head bowed.

The woman leaned against the headboard, also holding a mobile phone in her hand, the screen displaying a satellite map of Longhai City.

The room remained silent for a long time, with only the buzzing of the air conditioner unit and the occasional car driving by downstairs.

The man finally spoke, his voice low and deep.

"It's been half a month, and I still can't get a ticket, so I can't get in at all. All the ticket scalpers I found online are scammers. I paid the money, but I didn't get the ticket. Without a ticket, I can't enter the museum, and without entering the museum, I can't access the display cases, and without accessing the display cases, I can't steal the jade seal."

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot, the whites of his eyes slightly red.

"If this drags on any longer, the aliens might arrive before we even get in."

The woman sat up from the bedside and turned her phone screen towards the man. On the satellite map, the locations of substations in several districts of Longhai City were marked with red circles.

"The museum's security system is probably controlled by Xiao Wan, whom Luo Fei mentioned. I can't crack it."

"But the museum's power supply should come from these substations. If these substations lose power at the same time, the museum will be plunged into darkness. There are no staff members in the museum, so they cannot immediately activate the backup power supply. Once the power goes out, the artificial intelligence will be completely useless."

"Of course, cutting off power only to the museum would be too obvious, and they will repair and restore power immediately. But what if the entire city loses power? If several substations fail at the same time, the power grid dispatching department needs time to troubleshoot the fault, switch lines, and restore power. Troubleshooting takes time, and restoration takes time. This time is enough for us to do a lot of things."

The man's eyes lit up.

He looked at the locations marked with red circles on the satellite map, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Then, blow them up."