Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

"Alright."

"I’ll wait for you inside."

With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and, guided by the two attendants, walked inside, leaving the young man to turn around and approach the others.

"Fatty."

The young man raised an eyebrow:

"If I stay here, there will be one less good item, and your chances of picking the genuine article will also decrease. Don’t think it’s a good thing."

"Hmph!"

Fatty Qin snorted coldly:

"You’re full of talk. If you’re so capable, go ahead and pick them!"

The young man gave a faint smile without responding, motioned for the manager to swipe the card to pay, then turned around to look at the many antiques in the hall, his expression slightly tensing.

Fang Zheng reached up to gently rub his brow, his eyes sparkling.

Qi Observation Technique!

In an instant,

everything before his eyes changed appearance.

The world was enveloped in a kaleidoscope of colorful, hazy auras, covering both the living beings present and the inanimate objects in the room.

Even the ground beneath his feet and the room he stood in were suffused with auras.

Some were dense, some faint, some emitted a light blue glow, others shone with white light, though most auras were extremely thin, with only a few appearing more substantial.

If one focused their gaze on a specific object, they could even see faint afterimages, and masters of Magic could even deduce the object’s past.

Of course,

Fang Zheng had not yet acquired such skills, but it was enough for him to discern which items were truly valuable.

In the Otherworld, there were hardly any industries dedicated to producing counterfeit antiques, because no matter how convincing the imitation, it could never fool the Dharma Eye of a Cultivator.

Hmm...

Fang Zheng’s gaze briefly paused, then he reached out for a manuscript on the table.

"Hm?"

Just as he touched the manuscript, the young man beside him also reached out to grab it, their fingers lightly brushing each other, causing them both to reveal expressions of surprise.

Fang Zheng tilted his head and gestured:

"Go ahead, young man."

"No, no." The young man waved his hands repeatedly:

"You saw it first, Daoist, how could I take it first?"

"Please, go ahead!"

The other party had already touched the manuscript, and indeed he was a step late. His voice carried a hint of regret, and he couldn’t help but admire Fang Zheng’s generosity.

"Very well then."

Fang Zheng smiled faintly, casually picked up the manuscript, and nodded to the two of them:

"See you inside."

"See you inside!"

"Take care, Daoist."

The young man and Fatty Qin spoke together, then exchanged a glance, snorted coldly, and turned away.

......

The back door of Juqi Studio connected to a quaint courtyard, complete with rock gardens and flowing water, pavilions and towers, and was quite expansive.

Upon entering the main hall, someone immediately came forward to greet him.

"Daoist Fang."

The speaker was a beautiful woman in her thirties, dressed in a cheongsam that split at the sides up to her thighs, her long legs evident as she walked.

"Daoist, your Dharma Eye is as keen as a torch, selecting the most expensive genuine piece, the Incense Master’s Notebook, at just a glance."

The woman smiled:

"I wonder if the Daoist plans to part with it. There are a few friends here willing to purchase it. The price... is quite reasonable."

"Daoist." Dong Lin quietly introduced:

"Her name is Song Xin, the youngest daughter of Elder Song, the master of Juqi Studio."

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng understood:

"What’s the offer?"

"Two million." Song Xin squinted, her eyes curved like crescent moons:

"Daoist, you can name your price as well."

"Let’s just say two million." Fang Zheng shook his head. A few million wasn’t worth his time. He handed the manuscript over:

"The buyer handles the taxes. Please have Miss Song draft a contract."

"Alright!"

Song Xin agreed:

"It’ll be quick."

Everything that happened in the front could be seen in the back via surveillance. Upon realizing someone had selected the most expensive Incense Master’s Notebook, she immediately reached out to interested buyers.

However...

The transaction proceeded so smoothly, which was still unexpected.

This Daoist Fang seemed to truly see money as insignificant, showing no intention to haggle and casually selling his item.

Moreover,

his expression remained unchanged throughout.

No excitement over a sudden gain of over a million, nor any smugness at picking the genuine article from among many antiques, everything was very calm.

It was Dong Lin who was wide-eyed, breathing rapidly, her hands gripping a nearby pillar tightly, barely able to stand.

Two million?

The Daoist picked a genuine item?

With just a single flip, he earned one hundred and seventy thousand?

I earn six thousand a month, a year’s earnings without the year-end bonus is only seventy thousand. To make one hundred and seventy thousand, I would have to work... twenty-four years!

Even in Hai Province, where every inch of land is precious, a hundred and seventy thousand is nearly enough for a down payment.

My goodness!

Though she worked in antique sales and had seen deals worth tens or hundreds of thousands, she’d never been this close to the action.

In that moment, her emotions surged uncontrollably.

"Daoist!"

"Daoist!"

The contract had just been signed when Fatty Qin and the young man walked in, though their expressions were complete opposites.

Fatty Qin wore a dark expression, while the young man looked spirited.

It was evident,

the items they picked turned out one fake, one genuine.

"My name is Su Jin."

The young man clasped his fists and saluted:

"I recently became a disciple under Elder Cui. Your discernment is remarkable, Daoist, I am impressed!"

"Daoist." Fatty Qin sighed lightly:

"If I had known you intended to sell that manuscript, I would have bought it. Two million... I could have added a few hundred thousand more."

"There are many items here." Fang Zheng smiled:

"You can buy whatever you like."

"I suppose so." Fatty Qin appeared helpless.

This place was quite large, just this area alone spanned over three hundred square meters, with various antiques scattered around.

Paintings, ceramics, bronzes, miscellaneous artifacts...

They had everything one could need.

Some were encased in glass, while others were displayed on tables and shelves, available for viewing, complete with brief descriptions and prices on labels below.

The encased ones were evidently more expensive.

Contrary to expectations, antiques weren’t always worth millions or tens of millions; most actually ranged in the tens or hundreds of thousands.