Sakura Country:
"Hmph, maybe Great Xia did something tricky this time. Anyway, I'd rather die than believe this was created by people from Great Xia. It must be some kind of misapplication."
"Exactly, our Sakura Country's sorcery is the most formidable. How can those people from Great Xia compare? This is definitely post-production."
"But even if it's post-production, it's still very impressive. Yet, what's fake is fake. There's no need to deceive the world like this."
Great Han Ming Country:
"It's just a Qinglong. We've seen them before. Besides, Sakura Country is right. Who knows if this is real? It might just be post-production."
"We have this kind of production in Great Han Ming Country too. It's just a Qinglong; we've even seen phoenixes. You people from Great Xia have truly never seen the world!"
"Hmph, what's the use of having a large land? A bunch of mindless people. This is utterly laughable. They're shocked by such a minor display? It's truly pathetic."
Great Xia:
"You people from Eagle Country, you idiots! Don't call this magic. Your so-called magic only insults Great Xia's Daoist arts. Don't think too highly of yourselves; it's quite foolish to do so."
"And you from Sakura Country, try post-producing one for me if you can. What do you mean it's fake? Are you blind? Don't say this isn't post-production. Even if it were, what business is it of yours? If you don't want to watch, dig out your eyeballs and use them as light bulbs to step on."
"You scumbag from Great Han Ming Country, come out here! This is indeed a minor display for our Great Xia, but you bastards will never have the chance to witness such a minor display in your lives. Your ancestors for eight generations were also bumpkins who had never seen the world. How dare you mock others? It's truly hilarious."
Subsequently, international disputes erupted once more.
Great Xia engaged in verbal battles with three nations and emerged victorious, silencing the other three to the point where they dared not utter a peep.
Below Changbai Mountain.
Many animals were cowering on the ground, drawing the attention of local high-ranking officials.
However, upon learning that this was caused by Zhou Lin and the archaeological team, they abandoned their intention to investigate.
But Zhou Lin had already garnered attention from the higher authorities.
Inside a high-ranking official's villa.
Several elderly men in military uniforms were watching a video, their cloudy eyes fixed on the screen.
"Is this real?"
The leading elder looked at the large screen in disbelief.
"It's real. Recently, the tombs encountered by the archaeological team have been increasingly bizarre. Fortunately, Zhou Lin was there; otherwise, these archaeological teams would likely have perished within them," added an elder beside him.
"Should we try to meet this child when we have the chance? He's truly a talent. Previously, many national genetic research institutes extended invitations, but this child did not accept."
"Now that he has revealed such abilities, I fear some may become restless and try to take advantage of this child."
The elder on the left felt a sense of admiration for Zhou Lin's talent.
"Hmph, a bunch of bandits. They must have the courage of a bear and the heart of a leopard to even consider such a thing!" the leading elder snorted dismissively.
"We should still be cautious to avoid unnecessary conflict. Once things are settled, we will go and meet this child," said the elder on the right, smiling faintly as he observed the dragon scales on Zhou Lin's face completely receding.
"Then you'll have to prepare some money, or he might not grant us an audience," the elder on the left teased.
"You're right," the elder in the middle replied, a smile gracing his face.
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin's aura had vanished. He walked up to Elder Tang, his previously stern eyes now emitting a faint glow.
"Elder Tang, how much more do you think I can charge?" Zhou Lin stood excitedly before Elder Tang, looking at him with anticipation.
Elder Tang's previous shock had been dispelled by Zhou Lin's demeanor, leaving him with only speechless frustration swirling in his mind.
"You only care about this issue?" Elder Tang felt Zhou Lin was obsessed with money.
"Why else? Elder Tang, can I ask for an extra million? This ability is worth at least a million, right? You don't think that's too much?" Zhou Lin held up one finger, staring at Elder Tang expectantly.
"It's worth it. I believe even a million is worth it. I'll apply to the higher-ups once I'm out. But can you tell me how you transformed into a Qinglong? Explain it to me." Elder Tang then asked the question that was on his mind.
"Elder Tang, fifty thousand for each question." Zhou Lin held up five fingers.
Professor Lin and the professor of metaphysics behind them thought Zhou Lin was being excessive. Could Elder Tang agree to fifty thousand per question?
"Alright, tell me," Elder Tang agreed so readily that it made them feel somewhat uneasy.
"You agreed to this?" Professor Lin looked at him in disbelief.
"Yes, this is more valuable than fifty thousand," Elder Tang said calmly.
"It's because our Daoist temple once obtained a dragon scale. We only used some dragon energy to achieve this. It's a form of Daoist art, and it's a secret of our temple." Zhou Lin, adhering to his writing principles, habitually began to spout nonsense, essentially fabricating a story. His ability to lie with a straight face was second nature.
Elder Tang and Professor Lin looked at Zhou Lin, their hearts once again shaken. What did this imply... Was this Daoist temple an incredibly powerful one?
Professor Lin and the archaeological team members behind them were all astonished upon hearing this. What kind of Daoist temple was this? With such abilities, they were like divine beings! If they had known there was someone like this, they wouldn't have suffered casualties when excavating tombs decades ago.
In the live stream.
"Holy crap, please tell me the location of the great master's Daoist temple. Can I go and learn?"
"Damn, I still think it's better to learn from the great master. I've personally witnessed such incredible abilities."
"This sort of thing requires talent. For us ordinary folk, it's probably hopeless. How many such formidable individuals are there?"
"You upstairs, I agree with you. You're right."
...
Inside the tomb.
Elder Tang looked at Zhou Lin, his regard for him deepening.
"This three-headed serpent is a very powerful demon. For years, it could only be suppressed, not destroyed... which shows how formidable it is," Elder Tang said regretfully, looking at the chunks of flesh.
"This three-headed serpent was cultivated through evil arts. I noticed it from the murals earlier, but I don't know what the purpose of cultivating it was," Zhou Lin mused, finding it difficult to fathom these people's intentions.