I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

The excavation of the ancient city in Huaxia suddenly made Huaxia the center of the archaeological world.

Indeed, many ancient civilizations' cities had appeared in history, but none had been preserved so perfectly, especially the palace-like building at the very center of the city, which was nearly 100% intact.

How could such an archaeological discovery not excite people?

"Let's go, pack up and head to Huaxia!"

"Why even bother with Qingqiu Country's relics? Huaxia's ancient city belongs to their ancestors, they are the masters! If we are going to study anything, we should study the master's house; studying a slave, aren't you embarrassed?"

"Qingqiu Country even has the nerve to charge research fees while Huaxia opens theirs for free to the whole world; who cares about that dump, Qingqiu—let whoever loves it go there!"

Scholars who had planned to go to Qingqiu Country and even had their tents set up there turned around and rushed off to Huaxia instead. The other ancient city that had been bustling just a few days ago suddenly became sparsely populated, only left with their own researchers and visiting crowds.

The heritage application from the United Nations came through at this time.

Qingqiu Country's hope to replace Huaxia as one of the four great ancient civilizations and five great ancient cultures was ruthlessly rejected, and even the reasons for rejection were filled with mockery towards them.

If it weren't for the new ancient relics discovered in Huaxia these past two days, they really would have been terrified into submission.

The relics are indeed in your country, no doubt, but they don't belong to you at all; this ancient nation is clearly a branch of that ancient city in Huaxia!

If you insist it's yours, that's fine too; it only means you're indirectly admitting you're descendants of slaves. If you insist on acknowledging your efforts… well, we have no choice, submit another application if you acknowledge this.

When Qingqiu Country received the rejection, their people were absolutely dumbfounded. What now? Continue to apply? That would surely make them a laughingstock to the entire world, the name 'slave civilization' permanently affixed to their faces.

But if they don't reapply, this significant archaeological discovery becomes utterly laughable, and it would directly link its existence to Huaxia.

Speaking of this ancient city relic, nobody would think it's a Qingqiu Country relic but rather a Huaxia relic.

A relic in their country that really belongs to another country, how utterly embarrassing to admit!

Yet, faced with a choice between dignity and reputation, they finally chose reputation. If they admitted they were descendants of Huaxia's slaves, they could only flee to Mars in the future, as no one on Mars would recognize them.

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After geological exploration, the area of the underground city was roughly 48.6 square kilometers, with an average depth of about 17 meters below ground. The city was topped by a vast desert, and aside from this entrance torn open by Huaxia's psychics, the rest of the rock layers were completely intact!

This gave rise to two issues.

First, was this city built underground from the start, or was it originally above ground and sank due to some unknown reason?

Second, how exactly did a city buried dozens of meters beneath a rock layer suddenly reemerge?

These were the most curious questions among all scholars who entered the relic.

Just as everyone was astounded by this relic, Huaxia's most authoritative archaeological institution suddenly announced that this city's discovery was not due to some chance event; instead, the precise location was revealed by someone, hence it was explored and discovered!

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And that person was none other than the world's richest, Zhang Menglong!

At that moment, everyone suddenly remembered. Yes, hadn't Zhang Menglong said? The ancient city relic in Qingqiu Country was their family's slave's, and the symbol was also a totem used by their clan emblem in the slave branch. Now, Zhang Menglong had precisely revealed the location of this underground ancient city; couldn't this verify that all he had claimed was true?

All the pieces matched—totally spot on!

Moreover, the clan emblem of the Zhang Family was the symbol representing the supreme status of this ancient city, which clearly suggested that his ancestors were very likely the high officials, rulers, or even the owners of this city!

At that time, more of the hot topics had shifted directly from that ancient city to Zhang Menglong.

Titles like "Ancient Country Prince", "Wealth of Generations" and various other labels were attached to him.

A family lineage that has lasted for over 5000 years—wasn't that more thrilling than studying the history of a nation? How many countries in the world could boast such history? Its rise and fall, isn't it intriguing?

Those involved in archaeology and history promptly sprang into action, quickly establishing a new topic and discipline.

"Go ahead and research, if you can really uncover something then you win," Zhang Menglong said helplessly with a smile as he watched the news.

Though his family's influence could overshadow the sun, they indeed rarely stepped into the public eye or engaged in anything too showy. Most endeavors were carried out through their affiliated or servant families, and he was the only one in the Zhang Family who appeared in such a high-profile manner.

This chance directly propelled Huaxia from fourth place among the four great ancient civilizations to first!

The United Nations didn't acknowledge the Xia Ynasty's civilization, claiming that Huaxia's civilization only reached back to 1500 BC, right?

Now that the evidence is in your face, with an ancient city from almost 4000 BC emerging, can you still claim Huaxia's history is only 3500 years old?

Any ancient kingdom or civilization pales in comparison to Huaxia's!

"Menglong, there's an unveiling ceremony at the ancient city tomorrow, do you have time to attend?" Zhou Lao sent Zhang Menglong an invitation, "You might also have to accept some interviews. You know, this matter has gained too much attention, and the calls are overwhelming internationally. We can't handle it alone."

"Hahaha, sure, I'll go tomorrow," Zhang Menglong laughed, intrigued about the site—it felt like returning to an old home he had never met, familiar yet unfamiliar.

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The Kumtag Desert, originally a place where no birds would even bother to defecate, was bustling with countless scholars and experts flocking from around the world, as Huaxia had promptly built a massive research base right at the entrance.

Although still under construction, the electricity and water supply equipment were already able to meet the daily needs of the base.

In this area, various transport and off-road vehicles were buzzing around in constant activity.

Zhang Menglong's helicopter landed on the temporary helipad, and he stepped off the plane wearing sunglasses.

At the entrance of the ruins, many scholars were queuing to get in. Those who were qualified to come to this unveiling were all internationally renowned historians, geologists, and archaeologists, each bringing along their own team of at least a dozen members, and some were even eager to move their entire studios here.

A city of over 5000 years—how many secrets and stories must it hold?

"Please line up and show your permits and invitations!"

Staff members were maintaining order at the entrance while shouting loudly.

With the support of Longxia, an elevator sufficient to lift dozens of people at once had been constructed at the entrance, and of course, there was also a reinforced and secured staircase for walking up and down.

"Excuse me, sir, could you please show your invitation and entry permit?"

When it was Zhang Menglong's turn, the staff members immediately stopped him.

"Do I need a permit to return to my own old home?" At this moment, Zhang Menglong finally understood how Puyi felt when he entered the Forbidden City back then—having to buy a ticket to return to his own home?