The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Chen Hao lowered his eyes and glanced at the deep tomb passage. His fingertips made a barely perceptible hand seal in his sleeve—the illusion array he had personally set up a thousand years ago completely removed its barrier as a wisp of faint spiritual energy dissipated.

This formation has trapped the ancient tomb for thousands of years. No matter how many tomb raiders and historians have traversed the mountains and rivers in later generations, they would only be blinded by illusions and mistake the tomb passage for ordinary rocks and weeds.

Chen Siyao gripped her phone, the camera steadily pointed at the entrance to the tomb passage. Her voice held a hint of fear, yet she still chose to trust Chen Hao.

"I took pictures of what it looked like inside to show everyone, which proves that we didn't fake it."

Yang Wanqing held Chen Siyao's arm tightly, half of his body hiding behind her, and peeked into the tomb passage. The dark entrance looked like a lurking beast.

Startled, she immediately shrank back: "Brother Chen Hao, could there be... something dirty in here? Or maybe some kind of trap? Ancient tombs in TV dramas are so scary."

Chen Hao raised his hand to brush away the fallen grass at the entrance of the tomb, his tone indifferent: "It's alright, I know the mechanisms here very well, I can solve any deadly traps or mazes that could harm people."

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing took these words as proof that their brother was knowledgeable about feng shui and confident. They exchanged a glance, gritted their teeth, and followed Chen Hao into the tomb passage.

Contrary to expectations, the tomb passage was not cold and gloomy. Instead, it was filled with a rustic atmosphere of dry wood and metal. After the array was removed, the millennia-old carvings on the walls became even clearer—the intertwined branches and cloud patterns that were popular in the Tang Dynasty. The knife marks were ancient and could not be replicated by modern imitations.

The live stream camera captured everything, and the comments gradually shifted from mockery to astonishment.

[History graduate student]: These engravings are genuine Tang Dynasty craftsmanship! I can guarantee they're not props!

[Adventure Blogger]: Something's not right. The depth and structure of this tomb passage perfectly match the regulations for the tombs of Tang Dynasty generals!

They had only taken a few steps when the previously flat bluestone slab suddenly made a soft click. Chen Siyao slipped and almost lost her footing, while Yang Wanqing screamed in fright and clung tightly to Chen Siyao's waist: "Ahhh! There's a trap!"

With lightning speed, Chen Hao reached out to support Chen Siyao, and with his other hand, he flicked his finger, sending a tiny pebble precisely striking a hidden clasp on the side of the stone slab. The stone slab three feet in front of them suddenly caved in, revealing a dense array of sharp, pointed spikes beneath, gleaming with a dark, ominous light. Clearly, they had been coated with ancient poison, and even after a thousand years, they still exuded a chilling aura.

"Watch your step and follow my footprints." Chen Hao's steps were steady, each step landing precisely on the blind spots of the traps. "This is a spike trap. If you step on the wrong stone slab, the spikes will all come out. I set up three layers to prevent tomb raiders back then."

Chen Siyao's heart pounded with fear. She stared intently at Chen Hao's footprints, not daring to miss a step. Her voice trembled, but it was full of dependence: "Brother, you're amazing. I'm so glad I had you."

Yang Wanqing, with her eyes closed, clung tightly to Chen Siyao's clothes, her voice trembling with tears, "Brother Chen Hao, I'll never complain about tomb raiding again, it's just too scary..."

Chen Hao didn't turn around, but slowed his pace to allow the two to keep up steadily: "Don't be afraid, they're just small traps."

After walking several dozen meters, the tomb passage suddenly narrowed, and a dense barrage of iron arrows shot out from the stone walls on both sides. The sound of them piercing the air was so loud that Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing were so frightened that they squatted down on the ground, covered their heads, and dared not move.

"Brother! Arrow! There's an arrow!" Chen Siyao screamed to warn him.

Chen Hao remained still, raised his hand and waved it lightly. An invisible force blocked the three of them, and the flying iron arrows seemed to hit a copper wall and iron barrier, all falling to the ground with a crisp collision sound.

"This is the second layer of the repeating crossbow formation." He bent down and picked up an iron arrow. The arrow was rusty but still hard. "It was the standard crossbow for the Tang Dynasty. Back then, the border troops were most skilled at using crossbows."

Chen Siyao held up her phone and filmed the entire scene of arrows flying into the camera, causing the live stream to explode.

[Zhang Wei 652]: Holy crap! It's a real mechanism! Not a prop!

[Vanke Yipin]: Help! This is too real! What kind of god is Chen Hao?!

In a luxuriously decorated villa in Beijing, in a room filled with e-sports style, Chen Siyao was live streaming on a computer screen that looked very expensive.

Watching the live stream, Ying Wenjie knew this was definitely not scripted. He had been to Hengdian World Studios and seen the artificial cemeteries; it was impossible for them to be so realistic without any noticeable flaws. He immediately started typing.

[I am Ying Zheng]: Those who insulted me before, come out and apologize! If this were a script, the set design would cost hundreds of millions!

Ying Wenjie recalled the scene when Chen Siyao met Chen Hao in the cave, and then casually took out a painting worth tens of millions. Now he can find Feng Changqing's tomb.

Could Yao Yao's brother be a celestial master descended from the mountain? A master descending the mountain, I'm invincible? Returning after mastering his skills? And searching for dragons and dividing gold? He couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

After dodging the crossbow array, a stone gate with Tang Dynasty runes appeared ahead. A huge rock hung on the lintel. If you touched the stone gate, the rock would crash down and smash you into a pulp—this was the third Dragon-Slaying Stone Mechanism.

Yang Wanqing's legs went weak as she looked at the massive boulder teetering precariously above her: "Brother Chen Hao, how... how do we open this door? If the boulder falls, we're doomed!"

Chen Siyao gripped Chen Hao's sleeve tightly, her eyes filled with worry, yet she didn't back down: "Brother, can we take a detour?"

Chen Hao shook his head, his fingertips tracing a raised stone carving on the left side of the stone door—an inconspicuous snow lotus pattern. He gently turned the carving, and with a muffled "boom," the suspended broken dragon stone slowly rose, and the stone door silently opened to both sides, finally revealing the true face of the tomb chamber to the three of them.

The tomb chamber was not luxurious, but it exuded the solemnity of a military general. In the center was a stone coffin, with lifelike reliefs of Feng Changqing's battles on the battlefield.

On either side of the stone coffin were burial objects: a rusty suit of armor, a broken sword, several scrolls of bamboo slips and Xuan paper sealed in brocade boxes, as well as several Tang Dynasty inkstones and military tallies.

What is most striking is that the stone wall in front of the coffin is covered with neat Tang Dynasty small regular script, with vigorous strokes, carrying the heroism and regret of the soldiers on the battlefield.

Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing were stunned, having long forgotten their fear, only feeling awe.

"Brother... is all of this true?" Chen Siyao's voice was so soft that it was as if she was afraid of disturbing the sleeping general.

Chen Hao walked slowly to the stone coffin, his fingertips gently brushing the relief carvings on the coffin. A thousand years of melancholy welled up in his eyes. He spoke slowly to the camera and to the two girls beside him.

Chen Hao nodded. "This armor was worn by Chang Qing when he was guarding the border. The scars from the wind and snow of the Western Regions, as well as from swords and spears, are all testaments to his merits in defending the land."

"This is his personal sword. He said he would carry this sword to pacify the Western Regions and restore peace to the world."

"These bamboo slips and Xuan paper contain poems he wrote during his lifetime. He always said that people only know him as a military general, but they don't know that he loves poetry and literature. During the war years, he could only take up his sword to protect the country. When the world is at peace, he will abandon his military career and pursue literature, writing poems to leave his name."

Chen Siyao held up her phone and filmed the poems on the stone wall, the burial armor, and the sword into the live stream. At this moment, nearly ten million people flooded into the live stream, and the barrage of comments was dense, all expressing shock and awe.

Just then, clear footsteps and shouts came from outside the tomb passage, and experts and police officers from the Cultural Relics Bureau finally arrived.

The elderly professor with white hair, who was leading the group, was holding a flashlight. As soon as he stepped into the tomb chamber and saw the artifacts and poems on the stone walls, he was so excited that he trembled all over and could not even speak properly.

"This...this is...the tomb of a Tang Dynasty general! The armor, sword, and military tally are all genuine! And these poems! They fill a gap in Feng Changqing's historical records!" The old professor gripped Chen Hao's hand tightly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Young man, thanks to you all! Thanks to your timely report and for protecting the ancient tomb! You are heroes of the nation!"