The students from the archaeological team on the side were already shivering from the cold, hugging their arms and occasionally pacing in place, trying to find some comfort.
However, the more they did this, the colder they felt.
Even when they spoke, their breath was cold air.
And from a light scent, it eventually became rich.
Then, scattered snowflakes began to fall.
Everyone was stunned. It was actually snowing?
Guo Liang hesitantly extended his hand.
The chill on his palm strengthened his conviction.
This was not an illusion.
"It's snowing? No wonder we're all so cold. So it's really snowing."
Guo Liang looked up in surprise. This was truly...
In the live broadcast room.
"Holy crap, it just rained, and now it's snowing? We're going to catch a cold! Don't get a fever later."
"That's possible. Your Great Xia bodies are just weaklings."
"Exactly."
"You're not weaklings, but your professor is dead, and your Eagle Country has no one left."
"What the hell, you... can you stop bringing this up, damn it."
"Fine, won't bring it up. You're thieves, with ill intentions."
"You bastard, what are you talking about, thieves? You have no evidence. That's not stealing. What else is Great Xia missing? If nothing's missing, what are you saying?"
"Well, your Eagle Country has no one left. Even if you're physically fit, you're dead."
"Holy crap %&*&...&*"
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin looked at the people behind him, shivering, their faces flushed, and their breath visibly misting more than before.
He then waved his hand, protecting them.
The temperature improved slightly, and the snow stopped falling.
"Professor, I feel so dizzy..."
"Me too, my head is spinning. I also feel cold all over, yet hot at the same time."
"Me too."
Several students collapsed on the ground, trembling.
The mercenaries rushed forward to check on them, noticing they had developed fevers.
That bout of cold and heat must have caused them to catch a cold.
"I'll brew some ginger soup, that should help."
Zhou Lin began preparing to cook.
The metaphysics professor and Guo Liang were already starting to shiver, their bones aching.
They likely had fevers.
Soon, Zhou Lin gave them the ginger soup he had brewed.
Each person received a bowl. After drinking it, they felt warm, and the chill lessened considerably.
However, because their clothing was thin, they still felt cold.
Even the dizzy students were much better now, sitting on the ground and trying to decide whether to get up.
"How long will this snow last?"
The metaphysics professor looked up at the falling snow and murmured.
"Perhaps until this water flow freezes over. You should rest for a while. It might get very cold later."
Zhou Lin looked at the water flow opposite them. A layer of ice was already forming, with faint pure white snowflakes gradually thickening.
Half an hour later, the heavy snowfall subsided somewhat.
Everyone stepped on the snow, the crunching sound reaching their ears.
Although their bodies were still cool, they felt warm inside.
The river had frozen over, and they could walk on it freely.
The group walked onto the ice, cautiously and carefully.
Only at the very end did everyone finally relax.
However, the surrounding environment had changed.
It had been dark before, but now it looked like a grassland, with lush green mountains behind them. Behind them, a black figure sat on the ground, with a tail like a tiger's swaying from side to side.
His eyes were full of smiles.
Then, as he stood up, a golden light flashed on his body.
"Is this... the Tiger God?"
Guo Liang didn't see anything else, but he clearly saw the tail.
He thought it was a tiger that had transformed.
Weren't transformations forbidden after the founding of the country?
Zhou Lin, the metaphysics professor, Captain Bai, and the others were all looking at Guo Liang.
What kind of talk was that, calling it the Tiger God? Was that something a professor should say?
"This is not the Tiger God. Look closely and see what this is."
Zhou Lin pointed to a statue beside them. The statue was facing the south of the mountain.
It was also making gestures as if commanding.
"What is this?"
Captain Bai asked, a puff of white mist escaping his mouth.
"Do you know the Classic of Mountains and Seas? It records that in the He Mountain, there was a man named Tai Peng. He resembled a human but had a tiger-like tail and some fur on his body."
"This person was called the God of Auspiciousness, capable of summoning the wind and rain, and calling forth clouds and rain, but few people knew of him."
Zhou Lin revealed the man's identity, astonishing everyone.
Such things were rare. If he was the God of Auspiciousness, why was he here?
"This is not the true God of Auspiciousness, it's just a statue. This statue only has a trace of spiritual energy, but that spiritual energy is enough for us to deal with. It's not difficult, but it's troublesome."
Zhou Lin found it difficult just thinking about it. This was not something that could be solved by force alone.
In the live broadcast room.
"Holy crap, God of Auspiciousness. It sounds so powerful, but why is he here?"
"It's not about where he is, but that the wind and rain just now were caused by this Tai Peng. How should I put this? Should I think he's powerful or not?"
"Summoning the wind and rain isn't something anyone can do, but this wind and snow are truly rare."
"Let's not talk about that now. If the big shot says so, this must be some kind of deity. Can he be fought?"
"Judging by the big shot's expression, it doesn't look like he's planning to fight. No wonder the big shot said he had a headache. This thing can't be fought."
...
In the Dean's conference room.
Everyone was momentarily stunned upon hearing "God of Auspiciousness."
"I'll go check now and see if the Classic of Mountains and Seas has such a record."
Professor Wen said and immediately began searching on his computer.
Indeed, there was such a record, but the main question was, how should they proceed?
"What do we do now? What should Professor Zhou Lin do at this point?"
Professor Hu was even more curious.
Not only him, but many others were also curious.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin flashed and stood beside Tai Peng, seeing him summoning the wind and rain.
However, it was directed at the other side of the mountain.
"Great God Tai Peng."
Zhou Lin said in a gentle tone.