96: Chapter 96: The "Duet" of Cultural Relics

The next day, 9:30 AM.

A long queue had already formed at the entrance of the Jinghai City National History Museum.

A massive banner hung at the entrance, reading "Special Exhibition of Silk Road Relics."

Jiang Feng wore a baseball cap and carried his all-purpose canvas bag, blending into the crowd.

He held his phone, which displayed the successful reservation notification.

It must be said, nowadays you have to book in advance just to see an exhibition; it's even more troublesome than attending a concert.

He looked around.

There were many visitors, mostly students and some elderly enthusiasts.

Everyone's face was filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Jiang Feng, however, had an expression of utter resignation.

What he was about to do was completely different from everyone else's purpose.

He wasn't here to appreciate history; he was here to listen to history "vent."

Following the directions, he walked straight toward the special exhibition hall on the B1 level.

Every exhibit was protected by an individual glass case, with focused lighting inside that made the artifacts shimmer brilliantly.

The exhibition hall was very quiet.

Visitors stood in twos and threes in front of the display cases, whispering and occasionally letting out low gasps of amazement.

The entire space was permeated with a sense of reverence for history.

Jiang Feng found an inconspicuous corner and leaned against the wall.

Once ten o'clock arrived, the surrounding environment instantly changed within his perception.

It was no longer a silent exhibition hall, but a giant symphony hall constructed of sound.

Various ancient sounds surged into his ears like a tide.

There was the low hum of bronze ware, carrying the chilling atmosphere of the battlefield.

There was the crisp clinking of porcelain, the leisurely sound of teacups colliding.

There was the gentle friction of jade pendants, the sighing within the deep palace courtyards.

Countless sounds intertwined, forming vivid historical scrolls that emerged in his mind.

These sounds all carried their own unique charm, filled with the weight of history.

Harmonious, yet complex.

Jiang Feng sighed inwardly; this "Hearing Sounds to Discern History" was truly no joke.

He closed his eyes, enjoying this unique "auditory feast."

But soon.

A piercing, discordant noise suddenly intruded upon this ancient symphony.

The sound was abrupt and sharp, completely out of place with the surrounding ancient music.

It was as if someone had suddenly inserted a segment of heavy metal rock while playing Mozart.

It instantly shattered all the harmony.

Jiang Feng's eyebrows knit together.

What the hell is this?

Noise?

He opened his eyes.

Following that piercing noise, he walked step by step toward its source.

Finally, he stopped in front of a display case.

Inside the case, an ancient bronze sword was on display.

The exhibit label read: "Sword of a Han Dynasty Cavalry General."

Jiang Feng's gaze fell upon the ancient sword.

He heard the part from the blade.

It was the vigorous and impassioned sound of clashing weapons, carrying the majestic momentum of thousands of troops and horses, filled with the bloody scent of slaughter on the battlefield.

This sound was impassioned and full of power.

But when his perception extended to the hilt and the scabbard.

The sound instantly became deathly silent.

As if it were just an empty shell.

The blade was screaming, the hilt was whimpering.

These two completely different sounds formed an extremely sharp conflict in Jiang Feng's perception.

It was as if a sword had been forcibly broken into two pieces and then pieced together in some crude manner.

And then claimed to be a seamless whole.

Isn't this a typical "duet"?

One is singing the high-pitched "General's Command," while the other is performing a mime.

This is too ridiculous.

Just as he was about to continue venting, he heard a familiar voice in his ears.

"Students, look, this sword of a Han Dynasty Cavalry General is a handed-down treasure worn by a famous Western Han general!"

"This seamless forging technique not only reflects the superb metallurgy of the Han Dynasty, but is also a perfect embodiment of the strong Han spirit!"

"Students, look again at the inscriptions on the hilt; although they are mottled, you can still feel the majestic spirit of the Great Han from back then!"

An old expert wearing reading glasses and possessing an elegant demeanor was explaining to a few students nearby.

He pointed at the sword in the display case, speaking with excitement and emotion.

Professor Sun.

Jiang Feng remembered the brochure saying that this man was a famous domestic artifact expert.

Highly respected and prolific in his writings.

Listening to Professor Sun's explanation while also hearing the duet from the sword, Jiang Feng felt nauseated.

This was clearly a large-scale fraud scene.

He muttered to himself.

He couldn't help it and muttered to the air.

"Seamless?"

"Funny, tsk tsk."

Professor Sun's explanation came to an abrupt halt.

His students, hearing Jiang Feng's strange remark, looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.

And Professor Sun's eyes, magnified by his reading glasses, stared straight at Jiang Feng.

His face was filled with the displeasure of being offended.

"That young man!" Professor Sun barked.

"What did you say?"

"What's funny?"

"Who are you, talking nonsense here!"

The focus of the entire room instantly shifted to Jiang Feng.

Visitors looked over at the sound.

Several patrolling security guards also noticed the commotion.

They walked over quickly, approaching this side.

Jiang Feng had only made a snide remark; he hadn't expected this old man to be so agitated.

Well, this is great.

Dying before achieving victory.

He hadn't even started the formal appraisal yet, and he was about to be dragged out as a troublemaker.

He looked at Professor Sun's face, which was written with "You are dead meat."

He also looked at the students and tourists casting suspicious glances.

And felt the footsteps of the security guards getting closer.

Jiang Feng shrugged and looked at Professor Sun with an innocent expression.

"Old sir, I wasn't talking nonsense."

"I was just expressing my personal thoughts after viewing it."

His words made Professor Sun's expression even uglier.

The surrounding students were also stunned.

Thoughts after viewing?

In this kind of setting, isn't that a bit too casual?

Jiang Feng ignored their reactions.

He reached out his finger and pointed through the glass of the display case at the Han Dynasty sword.

"Don't you feel it?"

"This blade and the hilt don't look like they were born from the same mother."

"The temperament, understand?"

"The temperaments don't match at all."

His words were like a thunderclap on a clear day.

It stunned everyone in the exhibition hall.

What kind of appraisal is this?

This is nonsense that even a kindergarten kid wouldn't say!

Professor Sun's face turned from leaden to purple.

He stared at Jiang Feng, his body trembling with anger.

His trembling finger pointed at Jiang Feng.

"You..."

"You are blaspheming history!"

His voice became somewhat hoarse from anger.

"Do you know what appraisal means?"

He used almost all his strength to roar this sentence out.

Jiang Feng looked at Professor Sun's face, which had flushed red from excitement.

He suddenly smiled, his expression carrying mockery and playfulness.

He spoke leisurely.

"I don't know about appraisal."

"But I know hearts."

He extended his finger.

That finger pointed straight at Professor Sun's chest.

"Especially a heart that doesn't speak its truth."