I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

Upon hearing this, Professor Zhu took out his research materials in astonishment and compared them carefully with Han Feng's map, and found that the two were surprisingly similar.

This data is the result of their many years of research and is only an uncertain hypothesis. However, Han Feng was able to replicate it almost perfectly using only a compass and a dragon-detecting ruler. How could he not be shocked?
However, the matter is not over.

Zhu Yingying took the map and thoughtfully added the outlines of ancient palaces such as city gates and main halls. The outline of an ancient capital city came to life on the paper.

"As expected..." Zhu Yingying said slowly, "I studied the history of the Qin Dynasty. I can tell from this map that it was built in imitation of the capital of Xianyang. Xianyang was the capital of the Qin Dynasty. Only the royal family of the Qin Dynasty could be buried here. It is huge and extraordinary!"

Everyone looked at this slightly rough but extremely meaningful map, their hearts filled with shock and confusion - how did these people do it?

How did they understand the secrets of the entire ancient tomb's terrain with only a compass and a dowsing rod?
Why does this seemingly ordinary army display such professional archaeological qualities?

What is even more puzzling is that with just a few words, they unexpectedly coincided with the conclusions of Professor Zhu's team's years of research, pointing directly to an ancient tomb from the Qin Dynasty, and even suggesting that the tomb owner might be from the royal family.

Professor Zhu's heart was in turmoil. Just as he was immersed in shock, Han Feng's voice interrupted his thoughts: "Professor, since you have in-depth research on the history of the Qin Dynasty, do you have a backup of the blueprints of the capital of Xianyang in the pre-Qin period?"

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaoxian responded quickly, pulling out a large yellowed hand-drawn map from a pile of materials on the table. "This is an ancient map of the capital of Xianyang that we accidentally discovered when we were researching Shaanxi culture. Although it has been two thousand years, it is an extremely precious historical document. Of course, the original is now in the museum, and this is a replica we made for research."

Han Feng took the drawing and after comparing it carefully, his eyes became more determined.

Although the replica is exquisite, its core layout coincides with his hand-drawn topographic map of the ancient tomb.

He knew very well that the location of an ancient tomb was extremely particular about Feng Shui. Relying on the surrounding mountain terrain, he could roughly outline the underground contours of the ancient tomb, eliminate places that were unfavorable to Feng Shui, and lock in the possible location of the ancient tomb.

Combined with Zhu Yingying's speculation about the style of the ancient tomb, the topographic map came naturally.

At this moment, Han Feng was even more certain that this ancient tomb was undoubtedly built in imitation of the ancient city of Xianyang. Its scale and layout all revealed the noble identity of the tomb owner - he was most likely a king of the Qin Dynasty.

However, facing the many kings of the Qin Dynasty, which one it was has become a new mystery.

Facing this challenge, Han Feng frowned: "Although our conclusion has been initially formed, to confirm it, we still need to go deeper into the ancient tomb to find out the truth."

Zhu Qingyang was eager to try after hearing this: "So what should we do next? Should we just blow up the hole that was washed out?"

After witnessing the amazing analytical abilities of Han Feng and others, Professor Zhu and his team were overwhelmed with admiration for this team.

Professor Zhu and others were shocked after listening to Han Feng's team's unique insights into the ancient tomb.

They watched in silence, without interrupting, because their ability to discern with their naked eyes what had taken years of effort and multiple resources to reveal was truly astonishing.

However, everyone still had reservations about Zhu Qingyang's proposal to "blow up the ancient tomb."

After all, without explosives and encountering heavy rain, such an operation seemed impractical.

Although they want to believe in miracles in their hearts, the reality makes it hard to be convincing.

After Han Feng pondered for a moment, he decided to move forward with the next action: "It's time to further explore this ancient tomb, otherwise our mission cannot be completed. If it is an ordinary ancient tomb, it's okay, but once it involves a deeper level, things will become complicated."

He looked out the window at the raging wind and rain and the crumbling mountains in the distance, his expression becoming more solemn, "I hope this is just an ordinary natural disaster, otherwise, the consequences are unpredictable."

The team members nodded in agreement and reached a consensus: ordinary disasters can still be dealt with, but if they are related to abnormal movements of dragon veins, it may be just the beginning of a disaster.

"Before going any further, we need to communicate with our superiors and clarify the next steps," Han Feng added.

When Professor Zhu and others mentioned the "chief", they showed curiosity. Zhang Xiaoxian explained softly: "The chief they are talking about is the head of the Kunlun Mountain Garrison District, a rather mysterious figure."

At this time, Zhu Qingyang was rummaging through the treasure chest and was annoyed to find that the spiritual communication talismans had been used up. Just as he was about to blame himself, Wen Wenbin cleverly reminded him that there was still a radio station available.

Zhu Qingyang slapped his forehead and laughed at himself for ignoring the convenience of modern communication tools.

Han Feng immediately asked Professor Zhu for the use of the radio, and the latter readily agreed.

Han Feng operated skillfully and quickly received a reply from the leader.

While transcribing the telegram, he checked the code with Wen Wenbin and finally announced a shocking news: "The chief confirmed our discovery and agreed with the speculation that this is the Qin Dynasty imperial tomb. He specifically mentioned - 'the greatest emperor in history'."

When these words came out, everyone was shocked. Zhu Yingying even blurted out: "Could it be that... the chief is referring to the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang?"

The room suddenly fell silent, and everyone was shocked by this bold speculation.

"The greatest emperor of all time", these four words weigh heavily on everyone's heart.

In the history of China, the only one who could bear this honor was Emperor Qin Shi Huang.

If this ancient tomb is really the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, it will mean that the dreams of countless treasure hunters over thousands of years are about to come true.

However, doubts also followed: "How is this possible? How could the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang be here? Moreover, heavy rain could reveal it? This is too incredible!" Zhu Qingyang even suspected whether Han Feng had misunderstood the leader's meaning.

Facing doubts, Han Feng responded firmly: "Although it is hard to believe, this is the leader's exact instruction. We must face the reality. This may be the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang."

There was both conviction and confusion in his eyes. After all, even he himself found it difficult to fully believe this miraculous discovery.

The archaeological team members refuted the claim based on historical knowledge: Qin Shihuang died during a tour, and it is more reasonable to bury him near Xianyang, rather than in the remote Mount Li. Moreover, how could a thousand-year-old mystery be easily solved by a rainstorm? Everything seemed too coincidental to be believed.

Han Feng did not respond directly to these doubts, because even he himself is waiting for more evidence to confirm this extraordinary discovery.

He knew very well that Chief Chu Jian's judgment had never been wrong, but at this moment, even he could hardly be sure that this was the resting place of the great emperor who unified the six kingdoms and founded the imperial system.

When Professor Zhu and others hurried to the scene in the storm, Han Feng and his team were already immersed in the re-exploration of the ancient tomb site.

Zhu Qingyang stood in front of the entrance of the ancient tomb washed out by the rainstorm, frowning: "This place, no matter from which angle you look at it, looks like the main tomb door, and it faces north, which is in line with the conventional layout of most ancient tombs." Zhu Yingying also nodded in agreement, but her heart was full of doubts: "Yes, but why did the chief say that we made a wrong judgment?"

Han Feng remained silent, staring at the compass in his hand, his mind echoing with Chu Jian's instructions before he left: "Observe the direction carefully, and the truth will reveal itself..." He slowly turned the compass, and the surrounding mountains seemed to come alive in his eyes.

"There is indeed something strange. We seem to have overlooked some key details." Han Feng's voice broke the silence around them.

The team members immediately gathered around and asked anxiously: "What did you find?"

Han Feng pointed to the mountains in the distance and explained, "Look, the mountain is like a swimming dragon, and there is a hidden dragon under the Ziwu cave. This is the perfect Feng Shui location for an emperor's mausoleum. However, if we consider that the Wei River branches off and passes through here, the Xuanwu in the north suppresses the water, and the original Fulong vein is affected."

"The Fu Long should have been ready to go, but because of this, it turned into a hidden water dragon. Its feng shui attribute changed from yang to yin, which is incompatible with the aura of the emperor's mausoleum." Han Feng's analysis made everyone look at each other in bewilderment, and the members of the archaeological team were even more confused.

"What profound words are they saying?" Xu Hao muttered in a low voice. A Jing also shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand at all.

Zhang Xiaoxian said thoughtfully: "This seems to be part of Feng Shui theory. I have a friend who has done extensive research on this and may be able to give us an answer." She secretly guessed that Zhuge Qing's resignation might be closely related to the 788 Exploration Team.

Professor Zhu frowned. The theory of Feng Shui was also unfamiliar to him, but he could feel the deep meaning behind the words of Han Feng and others.

Faced with the doubts and dissatisfaction of his teammates, he chose to observe in silence.

"Captain, what should we do now? How do we find the real entrance?" Zhu Yingying asked anxiously.

Han Feng did not answer directly, but climbed up a nearby small hill, expanded his field of vision, and looked at the compass again.

Seeing this, another archaeologist could not help but complain to Professor Zhu: "Professor, do we really have to wait forever? Isn't it a waste of time for them to search aimlessly like this?"

Professor Zhu did not respond to the team members' complaints. He knew that waiting at this moment might be the key to solving the mystery of the ancient tomb.

Although he was also full of doubts in his heart, he chose to believe in Han Feng's professional judgment and the extraordinary abilities they demonstrated.

However, Professor Zhu remained silent, his eyes fixed on Han Feng, his mind full of questions.

Is this just a performance? However, the professionalism and focus shown by Han Feng and his team made it difficult for him to treat it as a joke.

What kind of mysteries are hidden in those obscure words from their mouths?
Everyone's behavior seemed so serious that it was difficult for Professor Zhu to draw conclusions easily.

At this moment, Han Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen through the fog: "Found it!"

He pointed to the east excitedly, his tone full of amazement, "The layout of this tomb owner is really ingenious, hiding the real entrance so deep!"

Zhu Qingyang couldn't wait to ask: "Captain, what did you find?"

Han Feng jumped down the mound, came to the crowd, and explained: "I once said that this place is a Feng Shui treasure land, just like the finishing touch of a dragon. And the ancient tomb is located right at the eye of the dragon head. The tomb door facing north was probably a trick to mislead us. But when I looked around from the perspective of the dragon head's eye, I found that the real entrance should be hidden in the east, where the mountains are intertwined, the dragon head is slightly raised, and the aura is gathered."

"The captain is really smart!" The team members praised one after another and immediately prepared to head east to verify.

Xu Hao climbed up the mound with suspicion and looked around, but found nothing. He was even more puzzled: "Why can't I see anything about this dragon head and longan?" The others also looked confused and thought this statement was too mysterious.

Professor Zhu turned to look at Zhang Xiaoxian, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "Wenjin, do you think this team...is becoming more and more unpredictable?"

Zhang Xiaoxian smiled bitterly and shook her head: "They are indeed different, but it is undeniable that they have extraordinary abilities. I choose to believe in them." After that, she took the lead to follow Han Feng.

Seeing this, Professor Zhu also led the archaeological team to follow.

Although the young team members were resistant, veteran scholars like Professor Zhu were more willing to look for clues from their theories.

After arriving in the east, everyone was surprised to find that the area was severely damaged, with mountains collapsed and rocks piled up.

However, Han Feng was not afraid at all. He shuttled among the ruins, keeping a compass in his hand, muttering to himself and making a series of complex gestures.

"I beg the Blue Bird and White Crane Immortal for guidance. I will search the nine heavens with a compass in hand... to explore the yin and yang, and to distinguish good from bad!"

As Han Feng sang, a strange power seemed to spread quietly, making everyone present feel an unprecedented shock.

Everyone present, including Professor Zhu, vaguely felt an indescribable subtle force moving around them. It was invisible yet seemed to be everywhere, making it elusive.

This force is not simply wind speed or airflow, but its existence cannot be ignored.

Wen Wenbin was somewhat at a loss for words by this sudden feeling. He shrank his neck involuntarily and asked Han Feng: "Captain, what are we doing?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qingyang showed a sly smile on his face and replied, "Hey, you don't understand this? Wait, Master Cat will open your eyes!"

As he spoke, he took out two willow leaves and a small bottle from the treasure chest. The bottle was filled with a transparent liquid with a strange smell.

"Mr. Cat, what is this? Why does it smell so bad?" Wen Wenbin asked with a look of disgust.

"This is a treasure, cow's tears. It's not easy to collect. I won't give it to ordinary people."

Zhu Qingyang said as he carefully dropped the cow's tears on the willow leaf, and then handed it to Wen Wenbin, "Come, do as I do, rub the willow leaf on your eyelids, and you will see a different world."

Wen Wenbin did as he was told half-believingly. At first, there was nothing unusual, but when he looked at Han Feng again, the scene in front of him surprised him - a huge golden compass appeared under Han Feng's feet, and the compass slowly rotated, releasing circles of golden halo, as if exploring something.

"This...what's going on?" Wen Wenbin was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He blinked repeatedly to confirm that this was not an illusion.

Zhu Qingyang patted Wen Wenbin on the shoulder and explained, "This is the mystery of geomancy. The compass under Han Feng's feet is not engraved with ordinary directions, but the sixteen-character Feng Shui secret. These secrets can communicate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but ordinary people cannot see them with their naked eyes. What you see now is the scene that Han Feng has shown through his magic." (End of this chapter)