Tomb Raider: The man is in the Nine Gates, but the system insists it's the Primordial Era.

"The downhill road is slippery, be careful."

The bearded man reached out and patted Su Mu's hand as he followed behind him down the slope.

Su Mu nodded, then perked up again.

Tomb raiding is not like hosting a dinner party or doing embroidery; it's a real physical job.

Those who lack strength and courage simply cannot participate.

Chaos begins.

Warlords fought each other incessantly, each vying to be the first to emerge victorious and become the ruler of their respective regions.

But no one pays attention to the poor people living under their feet.

The more intense the fighting became, the more the local people suffered.

According to what Su Mu learned from Huo Xian'er, most of the northern areas were already deserted.

Soon, the flames of war will spread to the south and reach Changsha.

Taking advantage of the relatively peaceful situation in the south, unaffected by the war, some shrewd individuals were frantically accumulating wealth.

With money, at least you can prevent yourself and your family from starving to death while on the run.

With money, one could even buy an official position.

With money, one could learn from the rich and marry eight concubines; wouldn't that be wonderful?

Su Mu shook off the wet, slippery mud from the soles of his feet, a wry smile appearing on his lips.

"The book makes tomb raiding seem simple, but in reality, every step is so difficult. I wonder how Wu Xiaosanye, Xiaoge, Fatty, Hu Bayi, Shirley Yang, and Xiang Batou got through this."

Su Mu muttered to himself.

"What Third Master? What Fatty, the foreman? Is there any record of us going tomb raiding in the book? Which book?"

The bearded man and the people around Su Mu suddenly became interested.

From the feudal dynasties to the present day, reading has always been a hobby that only the wealthy can afford.

How could the act of digging up graves and tombs be recorded in books?

"It's not there now, but it will be in the future. When that time comes, I'll write it. I won't write what's already in the books. I'll write about you, Uncle, you, Brother, and all of us brothers."

Su Mu smiled broadly.

"That's great! Little Fairy Su, don't write me as this slovenly as I am now. When we get back, I'll change into some clean and presentable clothes for you to see. Then write me based on that image, hehe."

The disciple of the Unloading Ridge sect, who was leading the way, blushed, scratched his head, and smiled shyly.

"Come on, if we did something like this and wrote it in a book, wouldn't we be ridiculed by the whole world? Even after we die, people would still talk behind our backs."

Another disciple of the Unloading Ridge Sect, who was walking along with a wooden stick, looked listless.

The atmosphere instantly turned cold after the man spoke; everyone shut their mouths and their faces turned grim.

Su Mu smiled again and said, "Then I won't write about our disheveled and dirty state during tomb raiding. I'll write about our adventures during tomb raiding, our camaraderie and passion during tomb raiding, our generosity towards refugees after the raids, and how the Unloading Ridge lineage is second to none."

"Look at you, so many people are just trying to make ends meet, barely surviving. And what are we doing? We're searching for a way to survive, smashing the old ideas of the feudal dynasty that weigh on our backs… Once we have money…"

Unlike other wealthy landowners who kept to themselves, we opened our granaries wide to receive refugees from all over the world. We did the lowest of jobs, but we used those same lowly hands to help others. We were so kind, so great.

"..."

The pioneering team continues its advance.

Similarly, no one spoke again; instead, they all slowly perked up their ears to listen to Su Mu's rambling.

Because they joined the Xieling faction and started digging up graves, many Xieling disciples dared not return home.

They were terrified that people from the village and town would point fingers at their family and spit on them.

The only reason they continue is because they think it's a quick way to make money; many of them have no other skills besides this path.

According to what Su Mu said, they were not dirty tomb raiders at all, but instead became great heroes who saved the country and the people.

Although they have indeed been doing great heroic deeds all along.

The faction of the Unloading Warriors was able to expand to tens of thousands of people not simply because they were rich.

The Tomb Raiders, the Mountain Movers, the Tomb Raiders, the Nine Gates, Xiang Yunfeng—aren't they all wealthy?

But no one could be as open and honest as the Xieling faction, sharing their skills and knowledge without reservation.

They welcome anyone who comes to them for refuge, and they open their granaries to beg for help when refugees pass by.

When they ran out of money, everyone continued digging up graves.

"Brother Su, you really are quite different from other scholars."

"Your reasoning is very applicable to us. We have been feeling lost and directionless, but now it seems like we have found a pillar of support."

"We brothers have worked for the old foreman before, so we're not short of money at all. We came out this time on the behalf of the loyal and righteous old foreman to take care of the new foreman."

"The Unloading Ridge isn't as honorable as you think, brother. In the end, we're just working for the Chen family."

"If one day you really do what you say, I am willing to lead us old Xieling people to join you, no matter where we are in the world."

"We're men too, we want to do great things, and we've even thought about joining the army, but we all know that wherever we go, we're just risking our lives for others."

"The Chen family father and son make us risk our lives, but they only do superficial work, so we're willing to stay..."

Su Mu glanced around and saw that nearly a hundred people were listening intently to his conversation with the man in front of him, and a strange thought arose in his mind.

Su Mu said, "If that day ever comes, and I make you rush to the front lines and risk your lives for my wealth and status like everyone else, then you are welcome to bring your knives to chop off my head. If I shrink back even a little, then I'm not a real man."

The man, a disciple of the Unloading Ridge sect, asked seriously, "Young man, do you truly mean what you say?"

Su Mu nodded: "It's the real deal, heaven and earth are my witnesses."

Everyone fell silent.

In fact, as they walked this road, with Su Mu constantly coming up with many ideas for the future, their group had already begun to consider leaving the Unloading Ridge.

The other party stopped speaking, and Su Mu also stopped making any further statements.

Some things are best left unsaid; there's no need to keep bringing them up endlessly.

"This is a mortuary for storing corpses!"

"arrive!"

"..."

The group stopped in front of the Old Bear Ridge Mortuary and waited for the rest of the group to arrive.

The main thing is to wait for Chen Yulou to arrive.

After a while.

Chen Yulou, who was sitting in a sedan chair, was lifted off the ground by his men. Wearing sunglasses, Chen Yulou stretched and yawned.

Chen Yulou took off his sunglasses and looked at Luo Laowai, who had also gotten out of the sedan chair, and said, "The people of Xiangxi are simple and honest. I hope you won't forgive us. Let me go in first and greet the manor owner to see if he will allow us to stay another night."

Seeing Chen Yulou, who was arrogant and pretentious due to his youthful vigor and high spirits, Su Mu subconsciously turned his head away.

Pretentious show-off.