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God of War
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Worldly Practitioner, which implies the pursuit of longevity.
But then, what comes after achieving longevity?
...
Under the vast sky, lightning tore through the heavens, dark clouds rolled in, and a hurricane raged. Five fully armed vehicles sped down the winding mountain road, heading straight for the city.
In 2015, Shaanxi Province's Xianyang Museum welcomed a batch of extremely precious unearthed artifacts. The tomb of Han Gaozu, Liu Bang, finally reemerged, and a large number of artifacts from Two Thousand Years Ago were being transported to the museum.
"Be careful, don't break anything!"
The aged Museum Director beamed with excitement as he carefully wiped the dust off the packaging box, laughing heartily, "Finally, the most precious burial site of the Han Dynasty has been excavated!"
"Bang!"
The car door opened, and several uniformed police officers got out. One officer knocked on the window and said in a low voice, "Boss, wake up; we’ve arrived!"
The back door opened, revealing a handsome young man who lifted his cap slightly and smiled, saying, "Let's start unloading; ensure these artifacts are safely delivered to their designated location!"
"Yes, Boss!"
...
Ye Yang, Head of Security at Xianyang Museum, is 21 years old. He enlisted at 17 and has two years of special forces experience. His face is chiseled and resolute, with slightly raised sword-like eyebrows and deep black eyes that conceal something inscrutable.
The Old Curator stepped forward and said with a smile, "Ye Yang, thank you for your hard work on this trip!"
"Uncle Da, you're too kind; it's my duty!"
Ye Yang strode into the museum and asked, "The area has been cleared, right?"
"Well, the area has been cleared since three o'clock this afternoon!"
The Old Curator said in a deep voice, "The True Tomb of Liu Bang has been unearthed. I've heard that many envious people are already restless. In half an hour, twenty police officers from the municipal police station will be dispatched here to stand guard. Your task is to ensure the safety of these cultural relics tonight; there must not be any mistakes!"
"Understood!"
Ye Yang nodded and looked at the artifacts being arranged in the distance. Among them were many jade pieces, which were very fragile. However, what caught Ye Yang's attention was an ancient long sword. This sword had survived for two thousand years without rusting; it only had some mottled gray stains on its blade. Under the careful wiping of the staff, the Blade still emitted a faint cold gleam, which astonished Ye Yang. He was certain that this sword had a significant background!
At night, one artifact after another was sent into the storage room. Four fully armed Security Personnel stood around, while Ye Yang leaned lazily against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, gazing deeply into the storage room. He felt a sense of unease in his heart, always sensing that something unexpected would happen that night.
Looking into the distance, twenty armed police officers were on duty everywhere. With such a large police presence, he believed that everything should be secure.
The clock ticked away, echoing in Ye Yang's mind and increasing his anxiety. He looked up at the pitch-black night sky, his brows furrowing.
The night grew increasingly quiet as several of Ye Yang's subordinates began to yawn.
Ye Yang gazed at the ancient sword in the transparent display case from afar and could faintly see a bluish moonlight sheen shimmering on the Blade, even though there was no moon that night.
Suddenly, a loud bang shattered all tranquility!
The museum's rooftop was pierced through, and countless shards of broken glass fell down, crashing everywhere in chaos. The immense impact easily tore through the storage room's bulletproof layer, causing disorder within the museum.
The police officers quickly drew their guns, holding their breath as they stared at the storage room; something was up there!
Cold wind rushed in with a chilling howl as everyone saw that it was actually a young man dressed in a black robe, with long hair and a stern expression, looking calmly at everyone.
What shocked them most was that this young man was floating in mid-air. As he stepped forward, each step seemed profound as he walked on air, creating ripples of blue light—this was truly unbelievable!
With a swift motion, the young man pierced through the bulletproof glass and retrieved the ancient sword from the display case before coldly surveying his surroundings.
The Police Captain stepped forward, shouting in a trembling voice, "You... who are you? Put down the artifact immediately, or we will open fire!"
The young man smirked slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. With a single wave of his hand, a powerful force struck the Police Captain's chest, causing him to spit out blood and fly back like a broken kite, unconscious.
"Bang!"
Gunfire erupted, but the young man showed no fear. He lightly shouted, and a faint blue energy appeared in front of him, deflecting all the bullets with loud thuds.
The officers were all dumbfounded; they had never encountered such a situation in their lives.
At that moment, the young man finally turned his gaze toward Ye Yang. He smiled bitterly and said in a deep voice, "I... have finally found you. I have waited too long for this day!"
Ye Yang coldly drew his pistol, leaping onto the wall of the storage room. With a nimble spring, he pounced toward the strange young man, thrusting his gun forward and firing at his chest!
"Bang!"
The bullet was deflected again. Ye Yang inwardly cursed; he had miscalculated!
The young man lunged forward, striking down with lightning speed.
"Thud!"
A tearing pain shot through Ye Yang's chest as he looked down to see a blade fully embedded in him, blood gushing out. The world spun around him; he couldn't believe he was dying like this.
The young man pressed down on the blade with a stern expression, looking into Ye Yang's eyes as he said calmly, "Go back and love her completely once more."
With a flash, the ancient sword emitted countless beams of light, instantly engulfing Ye Yang's body. Meanwhile, the strange young man had already soared into the air, arms outstretched as the air surged around him. In an instant, the entire museum turned to dust and was utterly destroyed.
...
Ye Yang felt dazed, as if trapped in a nightmare. He heard laughter like silver bells and saw droplets of tears on bamboo leaves. He heard the screams of battle but did not realize that his fate had changed at that very moment.
"Ah!"
Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang finally woke up and murmured, "Where am I?"
"My lord, you are finally awake!"
A sweet voice reached his ears, and Ye Yang was startled. He quickly opened his eyes and sat up, only to find himself lying on a luxurious bed adorned with fine silk. To his left, a beautiful woman looked at him with surprise, while to his right, another elegant woman wore the same expression.
Suddenly, both women leaped into Ye Yang's arms, excitedly saying, "My lord, you finally woke up! That's wonderful!"
Ye Yang felt as if he were dreaming, surrounded by warmth and softness. This sensation couldn't possibly be a dream. But if it wasn't a dream, how could he explain everything around him?
The long-necked crane lamp, the tiger-striped armchair, the intricately carved octagonal table—these were all items of first-class cultural heritage. Yet here he was, amidst them.
Looking out at the still blue sky, Ye Yang suddenly realized he had crossed over!
Taking a deep breath, Ye Yang pushed the two women away gently and said, "I seem to... have forgotten something. Who are you two?"
One of the women in blue teased him with a smile, "My lord, I am Little Xi Yu. How could you not recognize me?"
The woman in red added, "My lord, after such a serious illness, you don't even remember Xiao Lianxiang?"
Ye Yang rubbed his forehead and asked, "You are my..."
"Concubines," Xiao Lianxiang said sweetly.
Ye Yang felt relieved; indeed, in his previous life he had been single, but now that he had crossed over, he had gained two beautiful concubines. Such fortune was truly rare.
Just then, a strong wind swept in as a shadow lunged at the bedside and grabbed Ye Yang's arms tightly. A booming voice exclaimed, "Overlord! You are finally awake! Good son, you have finally woken up!"
Ye Yang focused his gaze and saw a middle-aged man who weighed at least 250 pounds gripping him. The man had a round face and rosy cheeks but possessed incredible strength that made it impossible for Ye Yang to break free.
"Fat man, who are you?!" Ye Yang shouted angrily.
The fat man was astonished and said, "Overlord, I am your father Ye Nantian! How could you not recognize me?"
"Father?"
Ye Yang silently lamented; this bestowed father was indeed quite imposing!
And his own name was actually Overlord... such a domineering name was hard to bear!
Ye Yang felt like he was about to go crazy.
Little Xi Yu said, "Father, Zi Yu seems to have been affected by a serious illness and has lost some memories; he doesn't even know who we are..."
Ye Nantian laughed and said, "It's alright, he'll recover in a few days. A serious illness can keep someone bedridden for half a year; an ordinary person would have long since given up."
Countless thoughts raced through Ye Yang's mind. Ultimately, he decided that since he had come to this world, he might as well settle in and slowly look for a way back. The first thing he needed to do was survive in this world—eat well and stay warm. So he said to the fat man, "Is there nothing else? Then let me rest for a while; call me when it's time to eat."
Ye Nantian was puzzled. He had finally awaited his son's Awakening but was met with the response of "call me when it's time to eat." Fortunately, Ye Yang looked relatively healthy and seemed fine.
Ye Nantian straightened up, waved his robe sleeve, and became imposing as he said in a deep voice, "Overlord, today you will rest. Tomorrow morning is the Fire God Ceremony for the younger generation of the family; you must participate. All the hopes of the Ye Family are resting on you!"
Ye Yang was bewildered and opened his eyes wide. "Fire God Ceremony?"
"Yes, you'll know tomorrow. Rest well; dinner will be called for you!"
Ye Nantian turned and left, leaving Ye Yang with his two beautiful concubines.
Ye Yang looked at Little Xi Yu and then at Xiao Lianxiang. The two young women were dressed in thin robes, their figures graceful, with curves that were simply breathtaking.
The two women also looked at Ye Yang. Finally, Xiao Lianxiang's face suddenly flushed as she said, "Husband just Awakened today and is too weak; shall we sisters... temporarily go rest in the side room?"
Ye Yang felt relieved and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, go ahead!"
He didn't dare ask them to stay with him; after all, he wasn't Ye Batian. It wouldn't be easy to explain if he got involved with two beautiful concubines.
The next morning, Ye Yang woke up early. After getting dressed, Ye Nantian appeared with another young man.
"How did you sleep?"
"Not bad."
"This is your cousin, Ye Shuang. He is the second branch of our Ye Family. Whether the Ye Family can make a remarkable impression at the Fire God Ceremony this time depends on you two brothers!"
"Yes!"
"Yes, Uncle!"
The two followed Ye Nantian onto the carriage. Although Ye Yang was confused, he did not ask further questions. Both Ye Nantian and Ye Shuang had very serious expressions, their demeanor more solemn than attending a funeral, clearly placing great importance on the Fire God Ceremony.
Ye Yang glanced at Ye Nantian and then at Ye Shuang, ultimately choosing to remain silent.
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