Lin Yu spoke while carefully retrieving two boxes from his backpack.
The Haitang plate was relatively sturdy and easier to preserve.
The two jade artifacts, however, were far more troublesome.
Simply tossing them into his backpack would be downright idiotic.
Near Ghost Market Street, there were plenty of shops selling boxes and related accessories.
Before coming, Lin Yu had specifically purchased two sturdy boxes to carry the jade pieces safely.
"More treasures to sell? And two of them?"
"Yaoyao, you should've told me earlier."
"Are the two of you teaming up to surprise me?"
Huang Feirong, who had just been about to remove her gloves, hastily put them back on.
Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, wondering what could be inside the boxes.
"College kid, you really do have the goods!"
"Surely not every piece is a rare, world-class treasure?"
"Open them up. If they're small items, my shop can take them right away."
"We're so close—I’ll even give you an insider’s price!"
Shen Buyao rubbed her hands together, eager to inspect the items.
When Lin Yu had left the day before,
she had indeed mentioned that if he had any good treasures, he could bring them over.
But she hadn’t expected him to return so soon—and with such pieces.
Before Lin Yu could respond to Shen Buyao, he noticed Huang Feirong making exaggerated expressions beside her.
She mimed slitting her throat with a hand-chop gesture, then subtly pointed at Shen Buyao.
Even if Huang Feirong hadn’t spelled it out,
Lin Yu had already gotten the hint the night before.
As if on cue—
Shen Buyao’s brow twitched, and she spun around.
"Damn your seventh uncle’s wife—take this elbow strike!"
Lin Yu: "..."
The two bickering women kept a deliberate distance from the square table,
clearly aware that they shouldn’t recklessly bump into it.
Ignoring their antics, Lin Yu opened both boxes one after another.
When the bright indoor light fell upon the jade artifacts inside—
The women’s tussling froze mid-motion.
Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at the contents.
Shen Buyao: "!!!"
Huang Feirong: "!!!"
Lin Yu smirked inwardly.
See? Told you they were big treasures.
Outwardly, he remained composed and gave a brief explanation.
"These two pieces have been in my family for a long time."
"If they can fetch a good price, I’d appreciate it if you two could help me sell them."
"Feel free to examine them closely—check if they’re replicas."
But he hardly needed to say it.
The hunger and greed in the women’s eyes were already unmistakable.
Almost simultaneously,
they rushed to the table, leaning in for a closer look.
Huang Feirong’s pupils trembled, her voice shaking.
"R-real or fake?"
"You’re joking, right?"
"A white jade dragon-head spoon?"
"Isn’t this the piece displayed at the Nan City Museum?"
Shen Buyao immediately pulled her hands away from the table,
afraid that even the slightest tremor might damage the treasures inside.
"And this… this is…"
"The lost overseas Han Dynasty ‘Longevity’ jade disc!"
"How… how could both of these be in your hands?"
"Our Shen family has been searching for—"
She caught herself mid-sentence and abruptly changed her tone.
"—Our family could never find treasures like these!"
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily quest ‘Seeking Rare Treasures’ completed. Reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 20 Spirit Stones.]
Oh?
So it’s a hit?
The "worldly item" the antique-obsessed sister was looking for turned out to be jade artifacts.
Judging by her reaction,
it must be the ‘Longevity’ jade disc she was currently scrutinizing.
Seems like luck was on his side—the system hadn’t shortchanged him this time.
As he pondered, the system’s voice chimed in again.
[Ding!]
[Time-limited quest issued: Mystic Sect Relic!]
[Time limit: 72 hours.]
[Mystic Sect Treasure: Host possesses a relic lost by the Mystic Sect in the mortal realm. Collaborate with Shen Buyao, a hidden elder of the Artisan Pavilion (a branch of the Mystic Sect), to negotiate its return.]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 400 Spirit Stones, 2 free system shop draws.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
This jade disc was actually something Shen Buyao’s family had been searching for?
Damn.
Was there really a "Mystic Sect" in the antique world?
Is this some kind of novel plot?
Or, more accurately—
The system often exaggerated terms. There must be an organization similar to the "Mystic Sect" in reality!
Having only recently been reborn,
Lin Yu wasn’t keen on drawing attention.
That’s why he’d come to Shen Buyao to sell the items discreetly.
But now, it seemed reality wouldn’t let him stay low-key.
At this moment,
Shen Buyao had no idea that Lin Yu had inadvertently uncovered her secret—
and her desperate desire for the ‘Longevity’ jade disc.
Her entire focus was locked onto the treasures.
When she noticed Huang Feirong reaching for the disc,
she snapped, "Don’t touch it!!"
Even Huang Feirong, usually playful and reckless, looked unusually tense.
She stammered, not daring to speak plainly in front of Lin Yu.
"T-this… is it really… yours? For real?"
Seems Huang Feirong wasn’t as airheaded as she seemed.
At the very least,
she knew not to spill too many "secrets" in front of an outsider like Lin Yu.
After her outburst,
Shen Buyao realized she’d overreacted.
She composed herself and corrected,
"You’re terrible at appraising jade, you clueless amateur."
"Don’t mess with it—leave it to me."
For once, Huang Feirong obeyed without protest,
waiting for Shen Buyao’s expert inspection.
The antique-savvy sister played it sly.
Though she was dying to examine the ‘Longevity’ disc,
she deliberately started with the dragon-head spoon first.
Yesterday, when appraising the Haitang plate,
Shen Buyao had rambled on with a flood of technical jargon.
But today, faced with these two jade pieces,
she worked in solemn silence, her expression intense.
Her meticulous, professional handling spoke volumes.
Every tiny detail was scrutinized, her fingers lightly tracing each curve.
The dragon-head spoon got careful treatment—
but the ‘Longevity’ disc received twice the attention,
as if missing a single flaw would doom her judgment.
Meanwhile, the usually chatty Huang Feirong stood with her hands behind her back,
stealing glances at Lin Yu.
For a "college kid" to produce so many rare, priceless treasures in a row—
Huang Feirong refused to believe he was just an ordinary student.
But if he wasn’t ordinary…
Why would he sell these?
Unless…
He was the secret love child of some ultra-wealthy tycoon,
returning from years abroad with a trove of antiques,
planning to sell them for startup capital to reclaim his family empire from his stepmother?
Then gripping her chin, he’d demand:
"Now tell me—who runs this household?"
Unbeknownst to Lin Yu,
the queen of dirty jokes was already scripting an entire steamy novel in her head.
After what felt like an eternity,
Shen Buyao finally finished her appraisal and looked at Lin Yu.
Lin Yu waited eagerly for her verdict.
Shen Buyao hesitated before speaking.
"College kid, if I told you now…"
"Although these two items are fakes, I'm willing to take them for two hundred, just to do a good deed."
"Can you believe this?"
Huang Feirong: "..."
Lin Yu: "..."
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