<h4>Chapter 495: Chapter 491: Visiting Guo Liang (Part 2)</h4><h4></h4>


    "Mr. Guo, I have to be honest, ever since you mentioned this to mest time, I’ve repeatedly studied the Tianling de but didn’t find anything. Additionally, I’ve scanned it with instruments, and there’s nothing inside the de either."


    "I’m not clear on that," Guo Liang said. "The one thing I am sure of is that there’s definitely a secret hidden within the Tianling de. As for where they’ve concealed it, that remains unknown. Ling Chen, the wisdom of the ancients far exceeds our imagination, you can’t usemon logic to specte on their thinking."


    At this point, Guo Liang stood up and said, "Come, let me take you on a tour."


    Leaving the hall, Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing followed Guo Liang into a room next door locked with arge padlock.


    As they entered, Ling Chen saw the room neatly arranged with more than ten kinds of tools: Furnaces, bellows,rge anvils, and many hammers of various sizes—all the forging tools needed in ancient times for ironworking were there.


    "These tools are all inherited from the Guo Family ancestors; they’ve been here for hundreds of years, always kept dust-covered in this ce. That Tianling de was forged with these tools," introduced Guo Liang.


    Ling Chen asked with interest, "Mr. Guo, may I take a look around?"


    "Of course, no problem."


    With Guo Liang’s permission, Ling Chen walked around the room, looking here and there, asionally touching things with his hands. Suddenly, he noticed in the corner of the room, there was a pile of rusty scrap iron sheets. These sheets were not ordinary, each one incredibly thin and etched with different shapes and lines, looking quite bizarre.


    "Mr. Guo, what are these used for?" Ling Chen asked.


    "These are what my ancestors left behind. ording to Guo Family records, our ancestors were not only skilled at forging weapons but also enjoyed engraving, especially micro-engraving, such as carving text and pictures on grains of rice; it was among his hobbies. Those iron scraps you see were used for practice."


    Skilled at engraving?


    At these words, Ling Chen’s heart stirred, as if he had thought of something, and a sh of brightness passed through his eyes. However, he quickly concealed that sh.


    After the visit to the old tools, Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing followed Guo Liang back to the hall.


    After discussing the weapons that Ling Chen wanted to forge, it was already half-past nine in the evening. Seeing that it was gettingte, Ling Chen, not wanting to disturb Mr. Guo’s rest, took his leave and stated that he would visit again when he was free.


    Upon leaving the Siheyuan, Ling Chen seemed unable to wait. The journey that usually took over half an hour waspleted in less than twenty minutes back to the hotel.


    Back in the room, seeing the busy Ling Chen, Nanrong Wanqing asked curiously, "What are you doing?"


    Ling Chen cracked a smile and said mysteriously, "You’ll know soon."


    While talking, heid a piece of white paper t on the table and ced the ink he had just bought from the roadside next to the paper. After everything was ready, he took out the Tianling de, evenly coated its surface with ink, especially on the areas engraved with patterns.


    With the applicationplete, Ling Chen ced the Tianling de on the white paper and gently rolled it. Soon after, tiny characters began to appear on the paper.


    Indeed!


    Ling Chen was excited. It looked like his guess had been correct—the secrets of the Tianling de were all hidden here. It was fortunate he had visited Mr. Guo’s home, otherwise, he never would have thought of this method.


    Looking at the hundreds of characters revealing themselves on the paper, Ling Chen immediately felt a headacheing on. These characters were smaller than flies, ancient text, and the ink made the script rather blurry, making it difficult to discern the content.


    "Wanqing,e take a look."


    Nanrong Wanqing leaned over the paper and studied it carefully, then shook her head and said, "The handwriting is too unclear."


    "Then never mind."


    Since he had found the secret of the Tianling de, he only needed to decipher these characters. When he returned to East Sea City, he would have Hu Fei use instruments to scan these characters.


    ...


    After staying in Beijing for another two days, waiting for Nanrong Wanqing’s conference to end, the group took a private ne back to East Sea City.


    After resting at home for a day, life returned to normal.


    That day.


    After dropping Nanrong Wanqing off at the Hongyu Group headquarters, Ling Chen drove back to Wealthy Manor.


    He arrived outside of Nanrong Yong’s study, knocked gently on the door, and after hearing a response, he pushed the door open and went in.


    Inside the study, Nanrong Yong was standing in front of a writing desk, his hand brandishing a brush, practicing calligraphy on rice paper.


    Seeing Ling Chene in, Nanrong Yong put down his brush and asked with a smile, "Weren’t you apanying Wanqing to thepany?"


    "Elder, I have something to discuss with you."


    "Sit down and talk."


    After sitting down, Ling Chen cleared his throat and said, "Elder, when you asked me to investigate Nanrong Gang’s matter, although results have been found, the situation is not as simple as we imagined. Nanrong Gang is dead, but he has a son."


    Hearing this, Nanrong Yong’s expression changed slightly, and he asked eagerly, "Are you sure?"


    Ling Chen nodded and said, "Elder, do you remember the assassin Snake King who attempted to assassinate Wanqing a few months ago? He is Nanrong Gang’s son, Nanrong Zhengqing."


    Nanrong Yong was stunned, his face turning red with rage, his eyes fiery as he said sternly, "Why would he attack his own niece so viciously?"


    "ording to him, he did it purely for revenge."


    "Revenge?" Nanrong Yong snorted coldly. "Against whom, me? If he wants revenge, he shoulde at me directly. Why involve Wanqing? He..." Before he finished his sentence, Nanrong Yong suddenly stopped and looked at Ling Chen. "You said you heard it from him, have you seen him?"


    "Not only have I seen him, two days ago in Beijing, he intended to harm Wanqing again, but he was captured by me and is now imprisoned in East Sea City. Elder, this is a feud within the Nanrong Family, so I wanted to ask for your opinion on what to do."


    Nanrong Yong pondered for a moment, then said, "First, take me to see him."


    "Alright."


    Leaving the Nanrong Family home, Ling Chen drove Nanrong Yong to an abandoned factory.


    As they got out of the car, they met Bai Huanjuning towards them.


    "How is he doing?"


    "Still quite meek."


    "You wait outside; we’ll go talk to him."


    Inside the factory, they saw Snake King tied to a chair, his hands and feet restrained, with fast-food containers and water bottles scattered around.


    Perhaps hearing the footsteps of two people behind him, Snake King turned his head, his fierce eyes immediately locked onto Nanrong Yong.


    Nanrong Yong looked at Snake King and asked, "So you’re my brother’s son?"


    "Shut up!" Snake King said coldly. "You’re not worthy to call my father ’brother’."