Song Chunxia dared to ask this question because she had already sized up Lin Yu's antique appraisal skills in her mind.
No matter how modest Lin Yu was, it didn’t matter.
What truly mattered was how Song Chunxia perceived Lin Yu!
If she regarded him as an expert, but Lin Yu casually spouted nonsense to brush off the matter, the consequences would be obvious.
She had been straightforward with him, yet he chose to hide the truth, not daring to speak honestly.
Could such a person be trusted?
Absolutely not worth befriending!
Not only would it ruin Song Chunxia’s first impression of him, but given her temperament, she might even complain to Brother Biao about it later.
Offending two people for no reason—what a bitter pill to swallow!
Should he showcase his genuine appraisal skills and tell the truth?
After acquiring the "Antique Sister," Lin Yu had indeed mastered the art of antique identification.
Appraising an antique was as easy as pie for him now.
Though he hadn’t yet examined it closely, judging by its appearance and quality…
90% fake!
To anyone with expertise, it was undeniably a counterfeit.
But precisely because it was fake, a dilemma arose!
A gift from a friend?
Even if Song Chunxia dared to say it, could Lin Yu believe it?
If this item were genuine, its value would easily exceed a million.
What kind of close friend would casually give a million-dollar gift?
This gift…
Could it have been Brother Biao’s present to his wife?
If Lin Yu declared it fake, what if the couple ended up fighting over it?
Then Lin Yu would become the villain!
If he ran into Brother Biao later, he’d likely face resentment.
Worse, if Brother Biao had hyped up the item’s authenticity, it might have already strained their marital relationship.
Brother Biao had treated him well.
How could Lin Yu, knowing the risks, push Brother Biao into trouble behind his back?
All these thoughts, however, remained on the surface—the first layer.
At this level, Lin Yu still held the initiative.
He could still control how things unfolded.
But there was a deeper layer to this!
Song Chunxia…
Did she actually know anything about antiques?
Was she aware whether the item in the box was real or fake?
She was Brother Biao’s wife, after all!
Brother Biao was an antique enthusiast who loved collecting old artifacts.
But what about his wife?
Could she share the same hobby?
What if, from the very beginning, Song Chunxia already knew the answer and was testing Lin Yu?
The way he answered would carry an entirely different meaning.
An amateur could be fooled.
But an expert wouldn’t let Lin Yu get away with deception!
Gasp!
Lin Yu suddenly realized—
He had underestimated today’s gathering and Song Chunxia’s intentions for meeting him.
Right off the bat, she had thrown him such a tricky challenge.
Just as Lin Yu found himself trapped between a rock and a hard place—
Mao Ruirui suddenly leaned forward and swiftly closed the opened box.
Song Chunxia: "???"
Lin Yu: "???"
Mao Ruirui’s abrupt action stunned both of them.
At the same time, Lin Yu was reminded once again of the power of sincerity.
"Chunxia-jie, I get it now," Mao Ruirui said.
"You want Xiao Yu to check whether your friend’s gift is real or fake, right?"
"But Xiao Yu isn’t a professional appraiser. He might know a little, but how could he compare to an expert?"
"If he misjudges it and affects your friendship, wouldn’t that be his fault?"
Song Chunxia: "…"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Exactly! That’s the point!
Ruirui-jie nailed it!
Despite her hearing impairment, her mind worked lightning-fast.
Though she hadn’t caught every detail, she pinpointed the crux of the issue.
And she voiced it without a hint of malice!
This was an innate talent—something impossible to learn.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yu didn’t just sit there dumbfounded.
He nodded in agreement.
"Chunxia-jie, Ruirui-jie really spoke my mind."
"I’m honored you trust me enough to ask, but I honestly don’t dare to judge it…"
"For the reason Ruirui-jie mentioned—my skills are limited. If I mess up and harm your friendship, that’d be unforgivable!"
"If you really want it appraised, Ruirui-jie and I have a friend at the Ghost Market Street. Her expertise is the real deal."
As he spoke, Lin Yu discreetly held Mao Ruirui’s hand under the table.
Having her step in to rescue him was perfect!
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint’s sweet interaction fills his Dao Companion with joy!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Mao Ruirui scooted closer to the table, ensuring their intertwined hands stayed hidden from Song Chunxia’s view.
She had no idea how much she’d just helped Lin Yu.
All she knew was…
She’d guessed his thoughts correctly!
Their minds really were in sync!
Song Chunxia chuckled as she put the box away, unsure whether to laugh or sigh at Mao Ruirui.
The words "head over heels in love" might as well be stamped on her forehead.
No one needed to point it out—her actions gave her away completely!
"Alright, alright, Ruirui’s right," Song Chunxia conceded.
"I have zero interest in antiques. This thing was given to me by Brother Biao’s sister-in-law."
"She claimed it wasn’t worth much, just a trinket to wear."
"But that woman and I have a terrible relationship. Why would she give me something real?"
"I asked Brother Biao if it’s genuine, but he wouldn’t say!"
"So when I ran into Lin Yu today, I figured I’d ask him."
Mao Ruirui: "…"
Lin Yu: "…"
Chunxia-jie was truly a straight shooter.
Calling her sister-in-law "that bitch" in front of others—she really didn’t treat them as outsiders!
Mao Ruirui awkwardly sipped her tea, casting a sympathetic look at Song Chunxia.
"Chunxia-jie… does Brother Biao have another sister-in-law outside?"
"I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was such a situation."
Song Chunxia paused, then burst into laughter.
Lin Yu hastily piled food onto Mao Ruirui’s plate, urging,
"Let’s eat while we talk, eat while we talk."
Covering her mouth, Song Chunxia giggled.
"Ruirui’s just too entertaining! I love hanging out with fun young people like her!"
"Lin Yu, I don’t care what you think, but Ruirui’s a gem. I see her as my own little sister."
"If I find out you’re fooling around behind her back and hurting her…"
"I swear I’ll make you regret it!"
Lin Yu wanted to clarify that they were just close friends for now.
But given Mao Ruirui’s earlier display, that explanation would be hard to sell!
However, he didn’t need to respond.
Mao Ruirui took care of it herself—
She shot up from her seat, frantically waving her hands at Song Chunxia.
"No, no!"
"Chunxia-jie, please don’t misunderstand!"
"How could I ever fool around with Brother Biao?"
"We never contact each other privately!"
...
(Second update. This round of edits might be even more brutal than the last. Some chapters could have over a dozen flagged sections, each requiring rewrites of dozens to hundreds of words. Essentially, it means redoing entire chunks. No choice but to power through. I’ll keep you all posted on progress.)
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
