46: Chapter 46 Dragonfly Eyes

He Dingkun sneered, "Before I came, I specifically put on the protective amulet given to me by the old Great Monk Kongyun."

As he said this, he reached into his bosom and pulled out an amulet.

It was a peace buckle carved from top-quality Hetian white jade, with the Eight Buddhist Treasures pattern carved onto it.

But at this very moment, this exquisite and valuable peace buckle had several deep cracks, the deepest of which ran almost entirely through it, clearly ruined.

He Dingkun stared blankly at the peace buckle in his hand, then suddenly started gasping for air, his face turning bright red, and he soon curled up on the backseat, clutching his chest.

The woman in sportswear was alarmed and hurriedly pulled over to the side of the road, helped He Dingkun up, and gently patted his back: "Lord Kun, what's wrong? Should we go to the hospital?"

He Dingkun slowly caught his breath, sat up with difficulty, and unobtrusively put the amulet back into his pants pocket: "Go to Thousand Buddha Mountain, find Great Monk Kongyun."

"What about Han Jingyang?"

"Wait, wait a moment."

"Huh?"

"Hurry."

"Yes, Lord Kun, sit tight."

The woman in sportswear straightened He Dingkun up, then made a U-turn and drove toward Thousand Buddha Mountain.

He Dingkun closed his eyes as if resting, but his right hand tightly gripped the peace buckle that had inexplicably cracked, his whole body shivering with cold.

Although he didn't understand the specific principle, he realized he had just taken a trip to the gates of hell and had almost died.

It was this peace buckle that had saved his life.

But he didn't know if this peace buckle had blocked all the attacks.

If he had already been hit...

Besides, he didn't even know when he had been hit, because he hadn't seen Han Jingyang make any aggressive movements at all; no chanting, no spellcasting, let alone big actions like setting up an altar and summoning deities.

In other words, Han Jingyang was actually able to cast spells silently and imperceptibly.

Was it really worth offending such a person?

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "Xiaoya, tell me, did I do something wrong?"

"Lord Kun, why do you say that?"

"I originally had no relationship with that Han Jingyang; if I had spoken to him properly, perhaps we would be chatting happily now instead of becoming mortal enemies."

The woman in sportswear named Xiaoya replied calmly: "Lord Kun, thinking about this now is useless. How to completely subdue him is the key. Lord Kun, only he can restore your health now."

"Yes, only him. In all these years, this is the first time I've seen such miraculous Feng Shui Arts. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it at all." He Dingkun said this, then whispered: "Keep watching the grandmother of that shop assistant, Liu Jing. Try to acquire that fan face, and if necessary, send Liu San to take action directly."

"What about Han Jingyang's side?"

"..."

He Dingkun was silent for a long time: "Put it aside for now. We'll talk after we get back from Thousand Buddha Mountain."

Xiaoya nodded slightly: "Okay."

...

Jingpin Tianxia Antique Shop.

Han Jingyang was like a mouse that had burrowed into a rice jar, completely letting go of his appetite.

He touched them one by one, and as long as they could be appraised, he took them all.

Price and condition were all thrown to the back of his mind.

As long as he could protect himself or kill He Dingkun, spending any amount of wasted money would be worth it.

Manager Wang's expression grew uglier and uglier, and he sarcastically accused Han Jingyang several times of having no sense of propriety, implying that Han Jingyang had picked too many good things.

Under normal circumstances, this behavior was indeed quite tacky. The owner let you pick at will, but you couldn't really treat this place like your own warehouse and completely lose yourself, right?

But now, Han Jingyang and Zhou Yucheng were struggling to protect themselves, so who cared about that much?

Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't going to pay.

He was just going to pay later.

Therefore, he turned a deaf ear to Manager Wang's sarcasm, not even sparing the safe and the warehouse.

By 9:30.

He had picked out over thirty antiques of various sizes, the smallest being a glazed bead, and the largest being an old-fashioned lounge chair made of yellow pear wood.

He made two trips to move all these items, big and small, back with Liu Jing.

Han Jingyang said to Liu Jing: "If you're sleepy, go to sleep. There's a folding bed in the back room."

"I'm not sleepy," Liu Jing asked curiously: "Boss, do you plan to use these things to deal with He Dingkun?"

"Not necessarily, it depends on luck."

"That is to say, before Consecration, you're not even sure what effects these props have?"

"If I could specify the exact effects, wouldn't I be an immortal?"

"Boss, what exactly do you have to do to perform Consecration? Burn incense and kowtow, or chant scriptures and spells?"

"Perform a blessing with your heart," Han Jingyang feigned mystery, holding the glazed bead in his palm, closing his eyes, and pretending to channel energy.

Then he silently clicked on identify.

"Name: Warring States Dragonfly Eye."

"Grade: Rank 6."

"Attribute: Chaos +5."

"Skill: Distraction."

Good stuff!

Han Jingyang was overjoyed to see the attributes of this glazed bead.

The first item was offensive, it was Rank 6 and had a skill; it was a top-tier item.

For him, any prop with a skill was a top-tier prop, because the effects of the skills were simply too powerful.

Even if it could only be used once in a short period, it was still worth it.

Not to mention it was full-attribute.

After a few days of statistics, he found that the attributes of Rank 7 props were 1-2, Rank 6 props were 3-5. There were too few Rank 5 props to determine, but if arranged according to the data of Rank 7 and Rank 6, Rank 5 should be 6-9, Rank 4 should be 10-14, and the rest followed accordingly.

Of course, this was speculation, and real data would require more samples to determine.

Han Jingyang found a box, put the bead in, and continued to identify.

Jingpin Tianxia lived up to its name; most of the items were of a fairly high grade, with the cheapest costing thirty or fifty thousand.

The antiques he picked out that could be identified were even more so; every single one was a boutique, and the seemingly inconspicuous glazed bead from earlier was worth over three hundred thousand.

Dragonfly Eye, this name might not have been heard of by ordinary people, but in the history of archaeology, it was thunderous. It pushed the history of ancient smelting and glass manufacturing back by nearly a thousand years. When it was first unearthed, it even drew unanimous questioning from the Western archaeological community, until more similar artifacts were unearthed and it gained recognition.

Therefore, even though it was essentially quite primitive glazed glass, the market price for such beads was not low; those in good condition could sell for five or six hundred thousand, and even those in poorer condition could easily sell for five figures.

Because this Dragonfly Eye was not a simple glazed bead, but one with patterns.

And these patterns were not common flowers, birds, fish, or insects, but circles of ring-like decorations resembling eyes, which, when layered together, were very similar to dragonfly eyes, hence the name "Dragonfly Eye," which had nothing to do with antiques.

In addition, the painting style of the Dragonfly Eye was very consistent; even if the colors were a bit different, the content was mostly the same, as if firing such glazed beads required painting them with these patterns.

So much so that some people suspected that the birth of the Dragonfly Eye was related to certain special sacrificial and funeral customs during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have all been made in such a unified but eerie style, and then quickly disappeared from history after the Warring States period.

Of course, Han Jingyang had no interest in these things; he was not an expert or scholar. He just wanted to slam this skill onto He Dingkun. Although this skill didn't look like it had direct lethality, it was similar to "Continuous Bad Luck," a very random debuff, and it might just play a big role at a critical moment.