Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Juqi Studio.

"Gathering exotic treasures from all over the world, what an imposing name!"

The speaker was rotund, wearing a loose silk robe, tapping a folding fan against his palm, reminiscent of a wealthy gentleman from television.

"Let’s go!"

He waved his large hand, leading his companions forward:

"Let’s go in and take a look."

"Please hold on." Someone extended a hand to block their way, smiling:

"These past two days, Juqi Studio is hosting an industry-specific fair, so we’re not doing business with tourists for the time being. We ask for your understanding, sir."

"I know."

The fatty raised an eyebrow:

"I’m Old Qin, and I came specifically to attend the fair."

"I see." The other person understood:

"Then please pay the entrance fee."

"How much?"

"Three hundred thousand."

"What?"

The fatty’s voice rose, and the person beside him also changed their expression.

"No way!"

Turning sideways, the fatty voiced his anger:

"I’ve been to many places, even top tier international auctions, and I’ve never heard of needing to pay three hundred thousand as an entrance fee first."

"Even asset verification is one thing, but charging money upfront?"

"You are right." The other nodded:

"However, this is a unique rule of Juqi Studio. Apart from guests with invitations, outsiders need certain conditions to participate."

"You see."

He stepped aside to show the wooden sign behind him, which had a notice written in black on white paper, though it tended to be overlooked early in the day.

"Ha..."

The fatty chuckled coldly on seeing it:

"No wonder no one’s coming over."

At this moment,

a man and a woman walked in slowly.

The man wore a Daoist robe, had long hair, and an extraordinary demeanor; the woman was attractive with a graceful figure, wearing a perfectly fitting professional outfit.

They were Fang Zheng and Dong Lin.

"Daoist."

Dong Lin spoke:

"This is Juqi Studio."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng nodded and took out a bank card from his palm:

"Where do I pay?"

"Over here!" The manager guarding the entrance’s eyes lit up as he eagerly approached:

"Sir... Daoist should know our rules here, right?"

"Inside you’ll have half an hour to pick antiques, whether real or fake, are allowed inside. The reason for the time limit is also a form of test."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng nodded nonchalantly.

The other proficiently swiped the card to collect the fee, called a waiter to lead the way ahead, guiding the two into the main hall of Juqi Studio.

In sight were shelves, tables, and various antiques placed in corners.

Numerous and dense.

Dong Lin licked her somewhat dry lips, feeling her heart race and breath shorten. After all, this was a three hundred thousand per attempt blind box!

If the selection was incorrect, it was just an entry ticket.

With a monthly salary just over six thousand, for her, it would take years of not eating or drinking to earn three hundred thousand, now gone in the blink of an eye.

"Old Song."

The fatty, who had been shouting outside the door earlier, also came inside, signaling to his companion:

"It’s up to you now!"

"Boss." Old Song forced a smile:

"I’ll do my best."

Though he had some reputation in the antique business, he wasn’t an expert who could identify the real thing at a glance, and selecting a genuine piece out of so many in half an hour was indeed challenging.

The key is...

Many of the antiques here look very genuine, top-notch replicas, even experts could make mistakes.

The odds are too small!

The fatty ignored him, stepped up to Fang Zheng, and extended his hand with a smile:

"Daoist, nice to meet you."

"I’m Qin Song, dealing in the steel business in Lingzhou. My friends call me Fatty Qin, and this time I came to Hai Province with my elders to broaden my horizons."

"Boss Qin." Fang Zheng extended his hand, speaking slowly:

"Celestial Master Dao Fang Zheng."

"Celestial Master Dao?" Fatty Qin’s eyes darted:

"Where does the Daoist do business?"

"In Qu City." Fang Zheng nodded:

"Just a bit of small business."

"Small business?" Fatty Qin laughed:

"Daoist’s bank card isn’t something a small business owner can have. As far as I know, it requires at least ten billion in deposits to have one."

Depositing ten billion and having asset worth ten billion are two completely different concepts.

Many billionaires may not have ten billion in deposits.

Hence,

that bank card is extremely rare!

In fact, one reason Fatty Qin was willing to fork out three hundred thousand to come in was partly hoping to strike up an acquaintance with Fang Zheng.

On the side, Dong Lin heard this and her breath quickened, she couldn’t help but seriously re-evaluate Fang Zheng, was this Daoist actually a billionaire?

Had she been too casual inviting him to a roadside breakfast earlier?

But...

The way he ate at the roadside stall was very natural, no different from a construction worker, without a trace of a billionaire demeanor.

"Is that so?"

Fang Zheng smiled lightly:

"I didn’t know a bank card could signify that."

"Haha..." Fatty Qin laughed:

"A high-level practitioner like Daoist naturally wouldn’t care about such worldly items, unlike me, Fatty Qin, who obsesses over these things."

"Hmm?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyebrow twitched, pointing at the old and young duo who just walked in from outside, heading straight inside:

"Why can they go in without showing an invitation?"

"This is Mr. Cui Sr." The manager who followed explained:

"Mr. Cui Sr. is a senior figure in the antique business. He’s appraised countless treasures over the years and has never made a mistake. His arrival brings honor to our Juqi Studio."

"Hmph!"

Fatty Qin sneered:

"Turns out you’re judging by appearance here too."

"Tock..."

The old and the young stopped at the sound, turning back to look over. They seemed not to have expected their arrival would cause such a stir.

"Master."

The young man with a buzz cut, not particularly outstanding in appearance, but full of spirit, seeing this, his eyes darted and he cupped his hands to speak:

"How about you go in first, and I’ll stay outside to toy around."

"Hmm..."

The old man, white-haired and full of celestial demeanor, slowly nodded at these words: