168: Destiny has decreed our path; a new journey begins!

Just as Lin Feng was wavering and caught in a mental struggle, Wang Dalong rushed over like a fat panda who had discovered a new continent, holding up his phone with a face flushed red.

"Brother Feng! Brother Feng! Quick, watch the live stream! The imperial seal! The imperial seal has arrived in the capital!"

His voice was so loud it almost drowned out the roar of the construction site.

Lin Feng was pulled over by him, his gaze falling on the small phone screen.

CCTV Global Live Stream!

On the screen, the Beijing West Suburbs Airport appeared solemn and majestic.

A bright red carpet stretched from the ramp of the military transport plane into the distance. On both sides, members of the honor guard of the three services stood tall with rifles in hand, a display comparable to welcoming a visiting foreign head of state!

"Vroom—"

As the massive military transport plane's hatch slowly opened, every lens focused instantly.

A familiar figure appeared.

It was Jiang Wanqing!

Dressed in a proper dark formal suit, she personally escorted that golden box, walking down the ramp step by steady step.

Every step she took tugged at the hearts of the audience.

The camera flashes on-site lit up simultaneously, dazzlingly bright!

On the tarmac, a white-haired old man wearing reading glasses was waiting excitedly.

The curator of the National Museum of China.

When Jiang Wanqing walked up to him, he didn't immediately reach out to take the heavy golden box.

The old man tremblingly straightened his collar, and then, toward that box—toward this vital national treasure that had been displaced for two thousand years—he bowed deeply, very deeply!

This bow spanned a thousand years of time!

He wasn't bowing to decayed imperial power; he was bowing to the mark of a civilization!

He was bowing to the hardship it endured through war and turmoil to finally return home!

At that moment, tens of millions of bullet comments in the live stream room were like a flash flood, completely drowning out the entire screen!

["Ahhh! I'm crying! That old gentleman's bow completely broke me!"]

["Welcome home, national treasure!!"]

["No regrets in this life! Our generation has witnessed history with our own eyes!"]

["Thanks to Great Emperor Lin! Thanks to the country!!"]

In the studio, a highly respected historical scholar watched the live footage, similarly moved to tears and filled with emotion.

His voice came through the phone's speaker, reaching Lin Feng's ears clearly.

"...The return of the imperial seal of china is a miracle! It makes up for a huge regret in the inheritance of our Huaxia civilization. But..."

The old scholar's tone shifted, his voice full of melancholy.

"Regrets still exist..."

"For example, the 'Nine Tripods of Yu the Great' cast by Yu the Great, which symbolize the source of our Huaxia civilization!"

"And for another, the 'Xuanyuan Xia Yu Sword,' the first sacred sword of the human race that represents the ancient aura of slaughter!"

"These divine objects lost in the vast river of history... perhaps our generation, or even our descendants, will never have the chance to see them again. Their existence has become a void in the heart of our ancient nation that can never be filled, a question spanning a thousand years..."

Lin Feng's whole body shuddered!

He looked at the screen, at the scholar's look of lamentation and distress.

He looked down at the letter from the UK in his hand, which carried a faint scent of perfume.

An eternal void and question.

nine tripods of the yellow emperor.

These words crashed heavily into his mind!

Boom!

At this moment, deep in Lin Feng's heart, a switch that had been sealed for a long time—one he hadn't even noticed himself—was completely flipped!

Money?

The numbers in his account would last more than a lifetime.

Fame?

He even loathed the title 'Great Emperor Lin' from the bottom of his heart; it made him feel like a monkey being gawked at.

From beginning to end, all he wanted was one thing—

To personally touch the history buried by time!

To ensure those regrets etched into the bones were no longer regrets!

If finding the imperial seal of china at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains was an unexpected answer sheet "Destiny" had him complete...

Then right now, this letter that had crossed ten thousand rivers and mountains from the British Isles was the next exam question "Destiny" was handing him!

He couldn't refuse this exam.

Nor did he have any reason to!

"Fatty."

Lin Feng suddenly spoke, his voice frighteningly cold.

"Huh?" Wang Dalong was still immersed in the massive excitement of the imperial seal's return and didn't react for a moment.

"Prepare our passports and visas."

"Huh? What are we preparing those for? Where are we going to trave—"

Wang Dalong stopped mid-sentence.

He looked up at Lin Feng.

He saw a pair of eyes he had never seen before; the light burning within them was more intense than the midday sun!

An incredibly crazy thought that made his scalp tingle instantly flooded his mind.

"No... No way, Brother Feng?! You... you, you, you... you're really going?!"

"Go and maintain all our photography equipment. Especially the waterproof and low-temperature gear; check them thoroughly."

Lin Feng didn't answer his question directly but instead, like a commander, calmly began issuing a series of orders.

"Also, starting today, go and learn some basic German and European legal terminology, especially regulations regarding WWII history and treasure laws."

"My god! My god! My god!!"

Wang Dalong completely lost his cool. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he clutched what little hair he had left and paced around frantically.

"You're crazy! You're really crazy! That's fucking Europe! Not the small hill behind our house! And Nazi treasure! What if what's buried underground isn't gold, but hundreds of tons of unexploded bombs?!"

"You're not going treasure hunting; you're going to your death!"

Lin Feng completely ignored his roaring.

He just silently took out his phone, the encrypted one specially authorized by Zhou Zhenguo.

Sliding his finger, he called back that encrypted satellite number from the UK.

The phone rang only once.

Beep—

It was answered almost instantly, and an old but vigorous British accent spoke.

"Mr. Lin?"

Lin Feng didn't waste words and calmly spoke into the phone.

"I accept the commission."

At the very moment his voice fell!

Without any warning!

A cold, emotionless mechanical prompt that only he could hear rang out in his mind!

【Ding!】

【Detected that the host has accepted a key historical node mission: "The Lost Movement"!】

【Mission Type: Transnational, Historical, Mystery Solving】

【Mission Objective: Find the treasure lost by Nazi Germany and investigate the final whereabouts of the first Duke of Cavendish—Howard Cavendish.】

【Mission Reward: Unknown.】