Looking at the remaining energy, Su Qing, filled with excitement, continued to write: "In the next second, the brush owner, Su Qing, will pick up a cultivation technique that falls from the sky."
However, this was just wishful thinking. In reality, the brush tip didn't leave any marks on the paper.
Creation Brush: "A-sir, with this little energy, it's really hard for me to help you out ╮(╯▽╰)╭."
"Greed is a bottomless pit! Your name is Greed!"
Su Qing cursed and put away the brush, then went to sleep.
He originally thought that with 2.5 units of energy, he could at least get a cultivation technique. But, in the end, he was mistaken.
In that case, he could only save it for later use, or wait until he accumulated more, then do something big.
While Su Qing slept, the archaeological team was working through the night, excavating the Sanxingdui site in Shu Province.
The Sanxingdui site was the most mysterious ancient site in the history of Xia Country. Other sites became clearer the deeper you dug, but Sanxingdui just became more and more baffling.
To date, the Bronze Standing Figures, Bronze Divine Trees, and Golden Scepters unearthed from Sanxingdui all possessed craftsmanship that shouldn't have belonged to that era.
Furthermore, there were no written records.
It was a relic full of mystery, which remains unsolved to this day.
Late at night, the shed erected at the Sanxingdui site was still brightly lit, with shadows of people moving about.
The archaeological team was digging graves through the night, a work ethic that deeply moved the people in the graves.
"Come and see! We've made a major discovery here!"
Suddenly, a man with glasses shouted.
In an instant, everyone ran over.
"What is this, a stele?"
"Characters! It's characters! Sanxingdui has finally unearthed written records! This will definitely shock the entire nation tomorrow!"
"Be careful, don't damage the artifacts."
"Wait a minute! Why are these characters Clerical Script?"
Amidst the excitement and shock, everyone was bewildered.
The Sanxingdui site is over three thousand years old, yet Clerical Script flourished during the Eastern Han dynasty.
How did those two end up together?
Could it be that they had miscalculated the era of the Sanxingdui site? But that's impossible!
Su Qing casually sketched a few strokes, and the old professors and young comrades of the archaeological team were about to lose a few more hairs.
The old professor: I'm practically going bald!
"Forget about that for now, let's dig it out and see."
"Alright, alright, take it easy, make way, let Professor Liu Bo come and take a look at what's written on it."
After the stele was dug up and the dirt was cleared, Liu Bo, a history professor in his prime, stepped forward to read the text.
As he read, Liu Bo's expression changed.
"What's wrong, Professor Liu? Is there a problem?"
"What does it say up there, Professor Liu?"
Seeing this, everyone became impatient. Although they recognized it was Clerical Script, they weren't experts in the field, so they couldn't decipher all the characters on the stele.
"A problem? This is a huge problem!"
Liu Bo swallowed hard, pointing at the stele. "It says that the elders deduced the secrets of the heavens, seeing through the past and present. Three thousand years later, this world will be renamed Blue Star, and there will be a country called Xia. It will face a great calamity that will destroy the world. Blue Star will be desolate, and no bones will remain. This stele is erected to warn future generations."
Boom!
It was like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's minds.
In a relic dating back 3,200 years, they unearthed a Clerical Script stele, which was popular 2,200 years ago. The stele successfully prophesied that the current world is called Blue Star and that there is a Xia Country. Wasn't this shocking?
Are there really people who can see the future?
The previous prophecies all came true. But if that's the case, then the second half of the prophecy on the stone tablet, that Blue Star will face a world-ending disaster, is it also true?
"This...is the world really going to end?"
"Comrades, we are a scientific society, let's not engage in feudal superstition. How about we invite a Feng Shui master to take a look first? I know a master..."
"Alright, shut up. Can you even understand what you're saying? Your lips are trembling."
"Everyone, don't worry too much. There are rumors of the end of the world every year, but what happens?"
"Let's end it here for today, and report this first."
Seven-thirty in the morning.
Su Qing woke up, once again, because he was so handsome.
"Good morning, sir."
Stepping out of his room, the two black-stockinged maids waiting outside immediately offered him a hot towel and milk.
"Good."
Waking up to such beauty, Su Qing felt his mood brighten, ready for a wonderful day.
The blonde, blue-eyed foreign beauty, before she had children, truly had an amazing figure, full of exotic charm.
The two maids weren't offended, their smiles remained in place. "Sir, you should wash up."
Every day they got to see a handsome man like Su Qing, and the salary was high. They were very satisfied with this job.
Su Qing followed the two of them into the washroom and finished washing up with their help.
After he had money, he understood why rich people looked so young: they took good care of themselves.
He used to just rub his face a couple of times when he washed it.
Now, it was like doing construction work on his face.
Was this the so-called face project?
"Any big news today?"
Su Qing asked casually while eating breakfast.
"Young Master, look at this." Fu Bo held up a tablet and showed Su Qing a news article.
"Sanxingdui Ruins Astonish the World Again; Stone Tablet Unearthed Yesterday Successfully Predicts Events Three Thousand Years Later!"
Seeing the title, Su Qing already knew what it was about; it was the big news he himself had created.
The news article mainly described how the Sanxingdui Clerical Script stone tablet foretold the end of the world, and it was accompanied by photos.
The article had already reached the top of the search rankings.
And the comment section was on fire.
"Holy shit! Is there really someone who can predict events three thousand years in the future? This is so damn weird."
"We're not actually going to experience the end of the world, are we? I'm a little freaked out right now; I just finished paying off my mortgage and was about to enjoy life."
"It's confirmed, someone can actually deduce heavenly secrets. This is clearly a god! Or at the very least, a cultivator!"
"Now I finally understand why there are so many mysteries surrounding Sanxingdui. How could we possibly understand theology when we use scientific methods for archaeology?"
Su Qing put down the tablet. Things were now developing in the direction he had anticipated.
First, let the world know about the end-of-the-world crisis, then gradually guide them from doubt to belief, leading them to discover more of the supernatural.
Finally, the restoration of spiritual energy would make more sense. Moreover, under the pressure of the end-of-the-world crisis, Blue Star's people would strive even harder to improve their strength, seeking to protect Blue Star.
In fact, Su Qing still didn't know what the end-of-the-world crisis was. However, a planet of cultivators wouldn't be wiped out by a natural disaster like a flood, right?
Now he just didn't know whether this end-of-the-world crisis was a natural disaster or man-made.
"Sigh."
Life is hard, Qing sighed.
"I've broken my heart for this world," Su Qing said, shaking his head with a profound sigh.
Fu Bo: "⚆_⚆?"
The maids: "\("▔□▔)/"
Do you know what you're saying?
You're just an ordinary billionaire, not the Iron Man who saves the world.
"Ding ding ding..."
A phone ringtone rang out.
Su Qing saw it was Xue Ying calling; he guessed it was about the Sanxingdui news.
This woman now believed he was a deity, so she definitely thought he would know about the Sanxingdui matter.
"Hello," Su Qing answered the phone.
Xue Ying's voice was very anxious: "Where are you?"
"Send me the address, and I'll come find you."
Su Qing hung up the phone directly after speaking.
He was just that overbearing; he couldn't indulge her.
After all, he wasn't some simp.
He, Su Qing, never simps for women.
Simps deserve to die!