Memories of the Northern Grave Robbers Notes

I used to be the Shenyanfeng who made people look up to me when I mentioned my name in the northern sect's reverse fighting business, but now I'm just an inconspicuous little boss named Xiang Yuan in Wucheng Antique Street. I spent ten years polishing myself a layer of mediocrity, trying to completely bury the past of living in shipwrecks on the Yellow River and in ice tombs on snowy mountains. Until that rainy day, I received half of a jade pendant in the shape of a double dragon head from the Warring States Period - the other half was supposed to stay forever in the depths of the cursed Shimao ancient city with the Qiang girl named Aya. At the same time, a mysterious man came to my door with an authentic ancient painting from the Song Dynasty and asked me to look for an artifact in the "Shimao Ancient City" that could "see the secrets of heaven." The relics of an old friend and the sky-high price of the commission were like two keys that opened the heaviest iron door deep in my memory. I know that ten years of stability are over. The second volume will explore Wang Xiansheng's legendary experience when he was young.