Tomb Raiding: From the Start, My Clan Abandoned Me in an Ancient Tomb

My name is Zhang Linyuan.

A direct descendant of the main Zhang family in Changbai Mountain, Northeast China.

Sounds pretty impressive, right?

But when I transmigrated here, I had a meteorite-copper poisoned arrow stuck in my chest. Three of my uncles left me in an ancient Zhou dynasty tomb to lure out corpse beetles. They got away. I didn’t. Only later did I learn that, in the Zhang family, direct descendants were no better than rags: once they’d served their purpose, they were thrown away without a second thought.

And I, Zhang Linyuan, a novel reader from 2026, came with an unreliable System. I lived from the late Qing dynasty into the modern era, witnessed the rise and fall of the Old Nine Gates, sent Zhang Qiling into the Bronze Gate with my own hands, then brought him back out myself.

I tracked down the three branches of the Zhang family, one by one.

I dismantled the Wang family’s thousand-year scheme, one move at a time.

Wu Xie said, “At first glance, Uncle Zhang seems even colder than Xiaoge. Look again, and you realize he’s keeping watch over everything you can’t see behind you.”

Hei Xiazi grinned around his cigarette. “Zhang Linyuan? He’s the least like a Zhang I’ve ever met, and the most damn like one.”

Zhang Haiqi sorted through old files in the Southern Archives without looking up. “He wronged a woman in this life, so he spent all the time he had left making it right. I’ve got nothing else to say. I’ll stay by his side.”

Before the Wang family’s final leader could have the computational core destroyed, he screamed hysterically, “You shouldn’t exist! There’s no place for you in the timeline!”

Zhang Linyuan wiped the blood from his qilin tattoo and smiled.

“Give it a rest. You spent a thousand years calculating, only to bring it all down on yourselves.”