I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 584 - 584 583. Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker_1

Chapter 584: 583. Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker_1 Chapter 584: 583. Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker_1 Yannan University.

As one of the top institutions of higher learning in the country, this university’s arts and history majors rank among the top nationwide and have produced many well-known academic figures.

Archaeology is a major that nobody loves.

If biochemical environmental materials are known as pitfall majors, then archaeology is a “buried” major—it’s all set and done.

Those who choose archaeology either have a family legacy to follow or have been adjusted into the major.

Cao Manwen was the latter.

Back then, with the thought that even though it was the archaeology department, it was still Yannan University’s archaeology department, he barely made the cut with the lowest score and entered this highest institution in the nation.

At first, he wanted to transfer majors through exams, but Cao Manwen miscalculated one thing.

To transfer majors within this top university, your competition is also made up of academic overachievers who get in on the same basis.

Can’t outdo them in studies!

After two years, Cao Manwen came to terms with reality.

He would probably have to stick with archaeology.

Luckily, the content here was manageable for him and since there were few students, the teachers were very patient and gentle, from time to time allowing them to visit various museums to expand their knowledge. Eventually, he naturally pursued a master’s degree and even planned to continue onto a Ph.D., aiming to be a museum custodian.

That day, Cao Manwen received a task from his advisor in the morning, saying that someone was coming to see Professor Hu and asked him to entertain and accompany the visitor.

Professor Hu was considered a treasure of the archaeology department. His father had provided a lot of help at the department’s founding and was among the earliest professors, leading many protective excavations of ancient tombs. During the war years, he saved many artifacts left by our ancestors.

Following in his father’s footsteps, he also taught here and is now over ninety years old, his greatest pleasure being to sit in the courtyard and sunbathe or walk a bird, always lively and more energetic than many young people.

Cao Manwen met the visitor in the office.

Not expecting much at first glance, but upon looking, goodness gracious, it turned out to be Lu Ban.

As a young person not yet thirty, Cao Manwen had naturally seen Lu Ban’s movies. He had bragged that if he could meet Lu Ban in person, he would try to punch him to avenge Amber.

However, upon actually meeting Lu Ban, Cao Manwen became timid and dared not speak out of turn.

He led Lu Ban to the courtyard to meet Professor Hu.

“Hello, Professor Hu, my name is Lu Ban. I should be considered an old friend of your father’s, he should be the Seventh Master, right?” Lu Ban inquired.

Hearing the beginning of the sentence, Professor Hu just glanced at Lu Ban, but upon hearing the latter name, he suddenly froze.

“Which lineage are you from?” Professor Hu asked.

“I am not a descendant of Nine Streams, but I know you are from the Mountain-moving Dragon Seeker lineage. I contacted the Tang Family of the Puppeteer Craftsmen and found my way here,” said Lu Ban.

Standing beside them, Cao Manwen listened to the conversation between a man in his twenties and another in his nineties, yet it felt as though their roles were reversed.

Lu Ban seemed like the elder.

Moreover, what they discussed was strange and unusual, not like any archaeological exchange but more like the content you’d read in online novels.

All this talk about Mountain-moving Dragon Seekers and Puppeteer Craftsmen, it’s like something out of a web novel.

Lu Ban and Professor Hu had a brief exchange, and Lu Ban explained the purpose of his visit.

“My father often regretted his actions. He said he should not have run away and should have shared the responsibility with the others. He believed he had betrayed the lineage of the Nine Streams, and thus, he did not dare to meet anyone else face-to-face until later on when he began corresponding with his former peers,” Professor Hu reminisced and shared.

“Once, my father took me to meet someone who might be of help to you,” he continued.

“Who?”

“I don’t know his name, I just know his surname is Zhang, and he sets up his stall near Panjiayuan Market,” said Professor Hu.

“Is he blind, unable to see?”

Lu Ban hurriedly asked.

“Yes.”

Professor Hu nodded.

“However, the last time I saw him was forty years ago. He’s probably no longer around.”

Hearing this, Lu Ban suddenly had some ideas.

You see, Blindman Zhang already looked to be in his seventies or eighties at that time, and forty years had already passed since then, which means that Blindman Zhang must be at least one hundred and twenty years old by now.

Lu Ban didn’t think that normal human beings could reach such an age.

Could it be that Blindman Zhang really possessed some special ability that could extend his lifespan?

He talked with Professor Hu for a long time and took some footage before saying goodbye and leaving.

Cao Manwen listened on the side, and the more he heard, the more ridiculous it seemed.

All that talk about a competition of superpowers on Jiangcheng Mountain decades ago, the lineage of superpowered individuals, and the Evil God sealed beneath the mountain.

It was all straight out of an internet novel.

Professor Hu was quite patient too, chatting with Lu Ban for so long.

Piecing together Lu Ban’s profession, Cao Manwen thought that maybe Lu Ban was preparing to shoot a film about superpowers, which is why he sought out the elderly professor to delve into the history and spark inspiration.

But since the mentor had told him to be hospitable, he drove Lu Ban back to the hotel.

“I want to go to Panjiayuan Market. You can just drop me off there when the time comes.”

Lu Ban said.

This amused Cao Manwen, who thought that the old man Professor Hu had seen forty years ago was definitely long dead by now. What could Lu Ban possibly find there?

Curious, he parked the car near Panjiayuan and followed Lu Ban to the market.

This was the largest antique market in Yannan, and of course, there were many fakes, all kinds of things.

From dragon veins to misprinted currency—everything could be found here.

Some sellers were shrewd, passing off inferior items as good quality, bamboozling the buyers.

Others were honest sellers who didn’t realize the value of their own items and easily let savvy shoppers grab a bargain.

Cao Manwen had been here a few times before; after all, he was an archaeology major and knew a bit. Those antique fakes, the patination techniques—honestly, some unfamiliar artisans might not even be as knowledgeable as him.

Sometimes the teachers would have them come to Panjiayuan over the summer vacation to treasure hunt and then see whose thousand yuan buy was the most valuable.

As a frequent reader of novels, Cao Manwen also knew that many protagonist characters with abilities like clairvoyance, aura vision, or golden eyes would come to places like this to find their first pot of gold.

Lu Ban naturally could distinguish these too.

However, his focus wasn’t on these.

The afternoon at Panjiayuan Market, perhaps because it was a weekday, wasn’t very crowded.

Lu Ban took a lap around and soon spotted an old man sitting in a corner.

The old man had a sparse beard, was wearing a robe that seemed rather old-fashioned.

He wore sunglasses, had a walking stick in hand, and appeared to be about seventy years old.

He was the spitting image of Blindman Zhang from Lu Ban’s memory.

Lu Ban approached him and saw that the items on display were all common objects, some of which were a little old but not worth much.

He squatted down, pretending to pick through the items, and then asked,

“Old sir, your stuff here seems pretty ordinary.”

Upon hearing Lu Ban’s words, the old man slowly moved his head.

“Jiang Taigong fishes for those who are willing,” he said.

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Lu.”