Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

”The sword can be replicated, but the sword tassel cannot.” Ming Feng sighed, ”I’m certain this sword is the Starlight Sword precisely because of the wheat tassel hanging on its hilt.”

Ming Feng told his grandson, ”That sword tassel is named the Imperial Hidden Python Sword Tassel, a birthday gift personally woven by the Divine Hidden Emperor for Marshal Lin. In the whole world, only the priests of the Divine Hidden Clan can weave this thing. You know, the Divine Hidden Emperor is both the monarch of Ancient Xia Country and a priest of the Divine Hidden Clan, so no one else can imitate it.”

Ming Lan was somewhat convinced that this sword was indeed the Starlight Sword.

He murmured, ”Strange... why have there been frequent discoveries of Divine Hidden Dynasty relics lately? In the past, it would take several years to find just one.”

Ming Feng frowned, also feeling surprised.

”The upload ID of this video is in Golden Gate City of the Central Yu Continent. You can go, but this time, you must let me accompany you.” Ming Lan said, ”Coincidentally, I have a friend who has settled in Golden Gate City, and I want to visit her.”

The old man rolled his eyes, suddenly revealing a not-so-serious smile on his face. He said, ”Is it that girl from the Dongfang Family?”

Ming Feng blushed and retorted, ”No, it’s not!”

”You’re just pretending. That rag doll she gave you years ago, you still keep it like a treasure.” Ming Feng didn’t want to waste time with his grandson and said, ”I haven’t been to the Central Yu Continent in ages, and I wonder if those old guys I once knew are still alive.”

”Get ready, we’ll leave for Medicine King City in the Central Yu Alliance the day after tomorrow.” They’ll need to first reach Medicine King City before transferring to Golden Gate City.

Ming Lan gave a laugh, teasing the old man, ”You’re in such a hurry, why not leave tomorrow?”

Heading to his room, Ming Feng explained, ”I’m busy tomorrow. A little kid said they want to donate something to me, saying it’s a relic from the Divine Hidden Dynasty.”

Ming Lan got up and chased after him, asking, ”Someone else wants to hand over a relic? Aren’t you afraid they’re just a little con artist?”

”No worries.”

Ming Feng closed the door, shutting Ming Lan out, ”I’m going to sleep, don’t bother me.”

Ming Lan touched his nose, shouting into the room, ”Then we’ll leave the day after tomorrow, I’ll go book the tickets!”

*

The Divine Concealment Emperor Exhibition Hall is located in the center of Emperor City, a solemn and imposing standalone building, shaped like a cylindrical waist, thick at the top and bottom, and thin in the middle, with a lifelike hidden python carved wrapping around the building.

The hidden python stands tall, its head high in the sky, with realistic black eyes that seem ready to blink at any moment.

This exhibition hall is also known as the Python Building, which is the center of the entire Emperor City. The head of the hidden python is the tallest building in Emperor City.

The hidden python looks down on Emperor City from on high, also protecting it.

Every day at 8 a.m., the exhibition hall opens punctually to receive guests, with a maximum of twenty thousand visitors daily.

The Emperor Exhibition Hall has six floors, the first three being ordinary exhibition halls open to all visitors for free. The fourth and fifth floors are the Treasure Hall, requiring a ticket for entry.

The sixth floor is the Town Hall Pavilion, which houses the most representative important ancient artifacts of the Divine Hidden Dynasty and is not open to the public.

Before opening to receive guests, staff undergo routine security checks before being allowed to enter the exhibition hall and head to their respective work stations.

The weather is nice today, the early spring season is the best for outings, coinciding with a holiday.

The visitor reservations at the exhibition hall are fully booked again.

At 7:50 a.m., Director Ming Feng walked into the exhibition hall, carrying a dated leather bag, and took the staff elevator straight to the sixth floor.

He stood outside the doors of the sixth floor exhibition hall, looking contentedly and joyfully at the treasures behind the bulletproof glass doors, before heading to his office on the 7th floor with a spirited energy.

He stood by the office window, admiring the crowd lining up at the exhibition hall, unable to resist opening his smart device, taking photos, and posting on his personal social media site, captioning: [Another day of high popularity at the exhibition hall.]

Fans left comments below, greeting him with good morning and praising him for being a dedicated worker again today.

Just after he posted the message, the curator of the Eastern Alliance Weapon Exhibition Hall also uploaded a photo of a party of visitors, captioning: [Today, the spirit of the Eastern people is also vibrant.]

Citizens of the three continents in the Divine Martial Realm show clearly distinct differences.

If you see tourists in a travel city, dressed freely, speaking slowly, with a laid-back personality, they are most likely from the Central Yu Alliance.

On the other hand, if you encounter tourists wearing precisely styled, well-tailored clothes, walking with heads held high, full of energy, and speaking formally, they’re probably from the Eastern Alliance.

In contrast, the people of the Divine Hidden Alliance all hold Ancient Xia Country culture in high regard, their favorite clothes being embroidered in various ancient styles.

Privately, the Eastern Alliance calls the Divine Hidden Alliance people ’embroidered pillows,’ thinking they are all show and no substance.

Meanwhile, people of the Divine Hidden Alliance joke that the Eastern Alliance people are ’stones from a pit,’ both stinky and hard.

A beautiful day starts with the curators of the two major alliances exchanging jabs.

Arriving in Emperor City, Dongfang Yi and his sister Dongfang Qing both changed into clothing styled in the Emperor City fashion.

Dongfang Yi wore a casual-style suit with light-colored cuffs embroidered with clivia, a faint pattern exuding an air of non-competition.

His sister was dressed in a light pink pleated long skirt, with a waist seal embroidered with exquisite mandala flowers outlining her slender waist.

”Sis, you queue up first, I’ll go find someone inside.” Dongfang Yi still remembered the task Xu Xingguang had given him.

Dongfang Qing, holding an umbrella, stood under the blazing sun, her face delicate, eyebrows thin like willow leaves, exuding a contrast of ancient and modern beauty while standing still.

She frowned and asked Dongfang Yi, ”Do you know someone working inside?”

”Yes, I do. I’ll come find you later.” Dongfang Yi left the line and headed to the employee passage, showing them an electronic invitation.

Seeing the director’s signature on the electronic invitation, the guard let him through.

Dongfang Yi was smoothly led to the 7th floor by a maid.

Seeing the curator he usually could only see in news reports, Dongfang Yi felt a bit nervous. ”Curator.” He forgot the speech he prepared, quickly taking out a dagger from his storage.

”Curator, a friend entrusted me to give you this dagger. She said it was unearthed from the Divine Hidden Emperor’s Mausoleum, whether it’s genuine or not, you’ll know when you see it.”

The curator lowered his eyes, looking at the dagger.

Seeing the style of the pupil, he closed his eyes, silently letting out an excited roar—

Teacher!

I’ve seen the National Guardian Dagger!