I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

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"It's just unbelievable," Curator Zhu said, looking at the bright ceiling. He certainly knew that many rocks in nature can glow, such as fluorite, which emits fluorescence when heated or rubbed.

But he had never heard of rocks that could light up a place as if it were daylight.

Of course, everyone was very clear about one thing: many ancient civilizations each had their own characteristics and brilliance, many of which even surpassed the standards of this era, leaving even scientists baffled.

If people could perform cranial surgery thousands of years ago, what's so surprising about a glowing rock?

"The founder of this city must really have something to do with Zhang Menglong!"

Suddenly, everyone realized this fact. Only someone who was extremely familiar with the city could know it so well that they could find the "light switch" with a flick of the hand—wasn't this their own home?

The shock lasted only for a while before everyone quickly regained their composure, and their attention was refocused on the so-called weapon forging room.

"My God, is it that large? Is this an Alchemy Furnace?"

"A civilization more than 5,000 years ago had mastered metallurgy skills? That's amazing!"

"What kind of metal is this? Blue metal? It seems different from any metal I know! Such a smooth exterior, this must be the work of a very advanced technique."

"Are these molds for weapons?"

"Is this a spear? A sword? A knife?"

"What is this thing, a helmet?" Monguester picked something up and put it on his head; it fit just right and truly looked like a refined helmet.

"Mr. Monguester, what are you doing? Please take that spittoon off!"

"Spit... spittoon?"

"Pfft!"

"Hahaha! God, a helmet! You're killing me with laughter!"

"What is a spittoon? Is it another name the Huaxia people use for helmets?"

"Um... Let me enlighten you, a spittoon can be understood as a portable toilet, used for urinating and defecating."

"What?"

All the Huaxia scholars and media reporters present couldn't help but burst into laughter. It was their first time seeing someone wearing a spittoon as a helmet on their head and still thinking they looked cool.

Monguester quickly took the unidentified metal object off his head. Although so many years had passed, and even if there was stool leftover inside, it would have probably turned into a living fossil by now, the thought alone was nauseating!

"Clang!" He gratefully threw the object onto the ground.

"Mr. Monguester, please watch your behavior!" The Huaxia scholars immediately protested in displeasure. Even though it was a spittoon, it was a spittoon from more than 5,000 years ago. An object that old, even a lump of feces would be considered a cultural relic. What did he mean by throwing it to the ground so carelessly?

Monguester also immediately realized his gaffe and turned red without saying a word.

Were the people of this city sick? Leaving something for defecation just lying around, weren't they afraid of accidentally kicking it over?

"Let me introduce you," Zhang Menglong said, "this is a metallurgical tool invented by our family, capable of smelting metals with melting points over 20,000 degrees Celsius!"

"Impossible!" A young scholar exclaimed, "The metal with the highest melting point, tungsten, is only about 3,700 degrees Celsius. How could there be a metal that withstands 20,000 degrees Celsius? And what would require such a high temperature to melt? You Huaxia people are really boasting too much."

"What you don't know doesn't mean it doesn't exist!" Zhang Menglong said with a cold sneer. He kicked the spittoon over, "Take this thing and use your so-called high-tech to test what a super metal is. Our ancient Huaxia alchemy civilization is much more incredible than you know. Don't challenge our wisdom with your ignorance!"

"So, Mr. Zhang, are there any finished products left here? Weapons forged with such a tool must all be considered divine weapons, right? We would be honored to have the opportunity to see them."

"I remember there should be a few here." Zhang Menglong walked over to a cabinet, which was locked with something similar to Kongming Lock. He pulled out a few metal rods, and with a "whoosh," a door opened.

It was as if a dusty tome of over five thousand years had been flipped open, revealing in its pages the vast and profound essence and history.

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Inside the door hung a cluster of pitch-black items: guns, tridents, swords, and other types of weapons such as staffs and spears — and there were quite a few of each. It appeared they were all mass-produced.

"This! This is!" Several Western scholars' eyes turned blood-red in the instant they saw a few of the items inside. They charged towards the door exhibiting the weapons like bulls, their gazes repeatedly sweeping over a long spear.

"This...this object is..."

"Yes, it's exactly like the one described in the myths and ancient texts!" An archaeologist pulled out a thick book, then found a yellowed piece of sheepskin inside it. On the sheepskin was a drawing of a black long spear.

Next to the spear were a few ancient characters that had already been translated.

"Spear of Eternity!"

"It's Odin's weapon!"

"It's actually here!"

The Western scholars shouted excitedly.

In legend, Odin was the supreme Creator God, and for many people, this was nothing more than a story.

Yet, in the eyes of different people, the same world can be completely different, especially through the eyes of these archaeologists and scholars of ancient civilizations — myths were never just myths!

After a lengthy period of research, they found that those so-called ancient myths likely evolved from various civilizations, and the so-called Odin was likely a very powerful leader of an ancient Western civilization tribe. The Spear of Eternity was a weapon forged with extremely special methods.

It was incomparably sturdy, not even Taihuo could destroy it, and its owner could be invincible in attack and unbeatable in battle. In the perspective of Western psychics, this so-called Spear of Eternity was a Level Three and even possibly a Level Four weapon!

However, as time passed, it disappeared into the vast expanse of history.

Now, it had appeared here!

"This Spear of Eternity is Western property! How could it be here?"

"Who says it's your property? How can you prove that?" Zhang Menglong spread his hands helplessly.

"This is a myth passed down in the West, of course it belongs to Western civilization. It must be that you Huaxia people stole our Western treasure by some means!"

"Exactly, this object shouldn't be here. It should be in our Western exhibition hall, admired by all!"

"You thieves who steal treasures!"

These Western scholars were all very emotional; how could they not be excited upon seeing the treasure of legend?

In their legends, the era in which all beings lived might even be more ancient than Huaxia's civilization of over 5000 years!

"Damn, our country has written several novels about Earth, and I could claim Earth belongs to our country," Zhang Menglong said contemptuously, "I've seen shameless people, but never someone so utterly shameless. I bet it was just someone from the West who saw this weapon and gradually it became a myth."

"Then how can you prove the Spear of Eternity is yours?"

"Is proof so hard?" Zhang Menglong walked over and grabbed the spear, and the heavy sensation in his hands surprised him — this thing was even more impressive than Huaxia's ten Divine Swords!

He could at least easily hold Chengying while chopping mutton, but this thing, he could hardly lift with one hand!

"See for yourselves!" Zhang Menglong twisted the handle of the spear, "Mundungus, you're well-versed in our Huaxia ancient civilization's language, aren't you? Translate for them, so they don't accuse me of spouting nonsense!"

"This..." Mundungus hesitated, looking at it and then mumbling, uncertain whether to speak.

"Mundungus, what's written on it?"

"Yeah, do tell!"

"It reads... 'Made in Huaxia...'"