Chapter 111: My Ever-Changing Old Ancestor

Chapter 111: Chapter 111: My Ever-Changing Old Ancestor

"Ancestor, I wanted to ask, did you ’pick up’ anything in the ruins?"

"Pick things up?"

The Ancestor thought for a moment. "The first time I went in, I had just finished digging my tunnel. I hadn’t gone far when I tripped over a Great Treasure Sword. So, I picked up that Great Treasure Sword and brought it back with me."

’The Great Treasure Sword?’

Su Han already knew about that. "Was there anything else? Something very valuable."

"Anything else..."

The Ancestor mused, "Does the Wordless Celestial Scripture count?"

"Anything else?"

"Hmm... There was also a millstone covered in engravings of Arrays."

"A millstone?"

He hadn’t heard of that one, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. "Besides those... did you pick up any other treasures?"

"Other treasures..."

The Ancestor stopped walking, cocked his head, and thought for a moment. "My good descendant, give me a hint. For example?"

"For example... a bronze coffin?"

"A bronze vessel?"

The Ancestor thought about it, then nodded. "I did pick one of those up!"

’You really swiped it?’

Su Han’s eyes lit up. "So, the bronze coffin you picked up? Where did you put it?"

The Ancestor pondered. "It was originally in the Imperial Palace Vault, but now... it should be on you."

Su Han: "..."

’What the hell! Even if you’re the Ancestor, I can’t let this slide!’

’My father and mother already hung a pile of things they picked up from the ruins all over me, and I put up with that, since it was true the stuff was on me.’

’But... when did the bronze coffin *you* picked up end up on me?’

’How can you just baselessly slander someone’s good name like that? When have I ever had a bronze coffin on me?’

’Forget a bronze coffin, the only sentient coffin I’ve ever seen is yours... oh, wait, I’ve seen two, but neither of them was bronze.’

"Ancestor, stop messing around!"

"I’m not," the Ancestor said, giving him a puzzled look. "Didn’t you cultivate the Celestial Dao Foundation Establishment Method I passed down to you?"

"I did."

"Then how can you say the bronze vessel isn’t on you?"

Su Han: "..."

’Is there a direct connection between the Celestial Dao Foundation Establishment and the Reincarnation Coffin?’

’Wait a minute...’

’The word the Ancestor used... I initially brushed it off as part of his Central State dialect and didn’t pay it much mind.’

’But now...’

"Ancestor... did you mean a bronze *vessel*? As in, a container?"

The Ancestor nodded. "That’s right! The bronze vessel that holds your Yin-Yang Dual Flames!

That stuff is wicked powerful. I tried a lot of containers, and that vessel was the only thing that could hold it."

Su Han: "...You’ve got it wrong, Ancestor.

I was asking about a bronze *coffin*. The kind you bury people in."

"A bronze coffin?"

The Ancestor shook his head. "Never seen one of those."

"You’ve really never seen one?"

"Never!"

The Ancestor shook his head firmly. Seeing that Su Han was about to press the issue, he even got agitated.

"You’re not a good great-grandson at all! You’re no fun..."

The expression on Su Han’s face immediately became this—

o((⊙﹏⊙))o???!!

The Ancestor shot him a glare. "Even if I started out as a tomb robber in my early years, I switched careers to become an inside man later on! And in the end, I even became an emperor.

In your eyes... is your Ancestor only good for hauling away people’s coffins?

Let me tell you, while I may have dug up graves and robbed tombs, I haven’t done that coffin-hauling business... ever since I joined the Sumeru Sect."

Su Han: "..."

’And here I thought you were going to say you’d never done it at all.’

"So... you really didn’t see a single coffin in the ruins?"

"No..."

The Ancestor shook his head decisively and repeated himself, "You’re not a good great-grandson at all, not likable... I dote on you so much, yet you doubt my character! Am I the kind of person whose eyes light up at the sight of a coffin...?

Am I the kind of person who just wants to haul away every coffin I see?"

Su Han: "..."

Alright, seeing the Ancestor’s deeply aggrieved expression, which clearly screamed, ’You’ve truly wronged me this time,’ Su Han decided to believe him for the moment.

’But... neither my father nor my mother has ever seen the Reincarnation Coffin. If the Ancestor hasn’t seen it either... then how did it go missing?’

’Could it be that before the Ancestor, an even earlier tomb robber had already paid a visit to those ruins?’ 𝐟𝒓ℯⅇ

’If that’s really the case, wouldn’t that make the legendary ’Second Taboo’ a bit... lame?’

’It’s the legendary Second Taboo, for crying out loud. Why are the ruins it left behind so easy to get into? It’s like anyone who fancies a look can just stroll right in.’

’For free, no less.’

After silently scorning the legendary Second Taboo, Su Han looked at his pouting Ancestor and gave an apologetic smile.

"Alright, alright. Your great-grandson was just asking. I never said you were the one who took it."

The Ancestor wouldn’t let it go. "But the problem is, you really can’t pin this one on me..."

Su Han: "..."

’So you’re saying I *can* pin the previous incidents on you?’

’Sure enough... the Ancestor is still the same old Ancestor.’

"Okay! Okay! You didn’t do it *this time*. Happy now?"

The Ancestor turned his head to the side, ignoring this not-at-all-well-behaved great-grandson.

Su Han shook his head helplessly. ’This ancestor of mine is getting all tsundere... Oh, my multifaceted Ancestor!’

Neither of them spoke again as they walked quietly deeper into the tomb.

On and on they walked.

The Ancestor couldn’t stop himself from breaking the silence and speaking to Su Han.

"My good descendant..."

Su Han glanced at him. "This great-grandson is not well-behaved at all, and not likable..."

The Ancestor: "..."

After shooting Su Han a glare, the Ancestor turned his head away again...

’This unfilial, ill-behaved great-grandson! This time, I’m absolutely, positively not going to talk to him!’

’Yes, even if I choke on my own words, even if I die right here in this Imperial Mausoleum, I will absolutely not say a single word to him.’

Before they had even entered the Imperial Mausoleum proper, the Ancestor couldn’t help but glance at Su Han.

Su Han pretended not to see.

After a few more steps, the Ancestor glanced at him again.

A few more steps, another glance.

Finally, after his fourth glance at Su Han, the Ancestor couldn’t hold it in any longer and spoke.

"My good descendant..."

Su Han turned to look at the Ancestor.

"My good descendant, don’t you have anything you want to ask me?"

Su Han shook his head. "Not anymore."

The Ancestor: "...Hmph! This time..."

"My dear descendant, don’t you want your Ancestor’s legacy?

I have cultivation insights on the Heaven and Earth Melting Furnace, and I have tons and tons of Secret Techniques and Forbidden Arts.

For example... Oh, right, you’ve heard of the Nine Swords, haven’t you?

You know, the Nine Swords, one of the supreme legacies of the Extreme Dao Sect, which was wiped out completely overnight 490,000 years ago.

Want me to teach you?"

Su Han turned to glance at the Ancestor. "The Nine Swords... Did you learn the complete version? It’s not another incomplete one, is it?

Your Heaven and Earth Melting Furnace is incomplete, and look what practicing it has done to you."

The Ancestor: "..."

’Right in the heart!’

"Ahem... Well, I also have..."

As he said this, the two had already entered the mausoleum. The Ancestor, mid-sentence, glanced at Su Xiao’Er, who was waiting quietly, and Su Yi, who was standing there silently.

For some reason, he got a shifty look on his face and leaned in close to Su Han’s ear.

"My good descendant, let your Ancestor tell you something. When you’re looking for a wife, you’ve got to find one with a big chest.

Look at this girl you brought with you..."

As he spoke, the Ancestor’s voice suddenly trailed off.

He rubbed his eyes.

Then he rubbed them again.

"Huh? Why... does she look a little familiar?"