As A Trash Collector, I Collected A Imperial Jade Seal Chapter 401 – Level 100 Scan! The True Tomb Cannot Hide for Much Longer! (1)

Chapter 401: Level 100 Scan! The True Tomb Cannot Hide for Much Longer! (1)

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Two days later, at the break of dawn, Luo Feng found himself beside a creek, busily roasting a domestic rabbit for his meal. It was important to note that hunting wild rabbits was off the table; in China, they were a protected species.

Once Luo Feng made sure everyone was well-fed, he slung his Swallowtail Hoe over his shoulder, prepared for yet another day of labor.

The ancient bamboo slips left by Zhuge Liang hinted that their destination was merely five miles past the creek. As dusk enveloped the sky around 8:30 pm, Luo Feng arrived at the estimated location.

He found the fengshui of this spot to be extraordinary. Despite initial doubts about Boss Cao adhering to such traditions, the tombs he had unearthed thus far were undeniably of high fengshui standards — not quite on par with emperors, but definitely rivaling that of princes and generals.

“Initiate level three scanning!” he ordered.

Following the completion of the scan, a radiant light emanated from a bamboo forest a kilometer away. The unearthed treasures were comparable to the previous tomb, which confirmed his suspicion: another false tomb.

In the span of a month, Luo Feng explored seven of Cao Cao’s tombs, all of which were decoys. Each tomb housed intricate traps, but Luo Feng, having learned from past blunders, proceeded with heightened caution.

As March rolled in and the earth’s temperature began to climb, Luo Feng found himself, one morning, contemplating the treasure hunts of the past month over breakfast.

“The fengshui of each tomb bears a striking similarity!” he remarked. “And counting the Anyang Mausoleum, I’ve located eight tombs. Just ten more to

Mulling over this while chewing his dried beef, Luo Feng had a revelation. These seven ancient tombs seemed to maintain an equal distance from each other. The first and second tombs were approximately twenty kilometers apart, as were the third and fourth, and so on.

“Is this mere coincidence?” he questioned aloud.

“Certainly not!” he answered, “One or two instances might be dismissed as chance, but the pattern is too consistent to ignore.”

With renewed interest, Luo Feng swiftly grabbed a tree branch and began sketching on the ground, representing each ancient tomb with a circle. Seven circles materialized, forming a faint arc. Checking against Zhuge Liang’s map, he incorporated another tomb.

After ten minutes of sketching, Luo Feng had mapped out seventeen tomb locations.

“Ah, I nearly overlooked the Anyang Mausoleum!” Luo Feng corrected his map, adding another circle to represent the overlooked tomb. “Now, all eighteen tombs are represented.”

Studying his handiwork, Luo Feng theorized that connecting the eighteen tombs would result in a sickle-like shape. The Anyang Mausoleum would form the hilt, while the seventeen other tombs would complete the curved blade.

“What’s Luo Feng up to?” a curious onlooker asked, “His drawing skills could use some work.”

“I believe Luo Feng is on the hunt for tombs,” another proposed.

The group, observing Luo Feng, began to speculate about his intentions. The last speaker was correct; Luo Feng was indeed seeking tombs, employing a method called seeking dragon and touching acupuncture point. If the tombs were scattered haphazardly, locating them would prove difficult, but the arrangement of the eighteen tombs was evidently methodical.

Given a discernible pattern, analysis was feasible. Cao Cao’s seventy-two

suspected tombs and Zhuge Liang’s bamboo slips only detailed eighteen locations. There were still dozens left uncharted.

Luo Feng scrutinized the Anyang Mausoleum and the other seventeen tombs before retrieving his mobile phone to pull up the Taihang Mountain map. He marked points, zooming in and out to measure the distances.

Approximately thirty minutes later, Luo Feng had plotted dozens of points on the map, each around twenty kilometers apart. Along with the initially noted seventeen tombs, seventy-one points formed a circle.

“Which among these ancient tombs could be the real one?” Luo Feng pondered, placing a mark at the very center of the circle. “Could it be here?” he mused aloud, “The very center of a circle is often the likeliest candidate.”

“Regardless, the truth will reveal itself once I get there,” Luo Feng resolved, deciding against further explorations of likely false tombs. Armed with a new hypothesis, he planned to seek it out directly. After all, it was only ninety kilometers away.

Upon deciding, Luo Feng phoned his pilot for pick-up.

“Hey, Luo, have you called off the search?” someone queried, “You’ve only checked seven. Have you given up?”

“Boss Cao has been patiently awaiting your visit to his real home!” another jested.

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Luo Feng retorted, “I suspect the tombs ahead are all decoys. I’ve decided to selectively search for the actual tomb.”

“So, you’ve thoroughly analyzed it?” Su Meiji asked.

“Seeking dragon and touching acupuncture point isn’t a trivial task,” Luo Feng chuckled, “As long as Boss Cao valued fengshui, a discernible pattern would emerge.”

About an hour later, they finally arrived at their destination. It was high noon. They were at the center of the seventy-one tombs. Luo Feng’s markings for tombs not mentioned in Zhuge Liang’s records were conjectures — they could be either accurate or erroneous, as they were plotted based on the arc.

“Fly a bit higher, I need a better view,” Luo Feng instructed from the helicopter, surveying the landscape below..