78: This business is for those who are destined to find it.

The Antique Street was bustling with people.

Ling Xian strolled slowly with Wu Yueyue, but Xu Feng followed behind, impossible to shake off.

"Brother Ling Xian, let's go somewhere else," Wu Yueyue said, her voice filled with impatience as she frowned. "This person keeps following us; he's such a nuisance."

In her heart, she wanted to be alone with Ling Xian, but her old classmate, Xu Feng, was being relentlessly persistent.

"Wait a moment. I'll buy a few things, and then we'll leave," Ling Xian comforted her.

His goal was clear.

He intended to collect the eye-catching antiques, calligraphy, and paintings mentioned in the plot.

With his Eye of Detection and his knowledge of the plot, he couldn't say he'd get everything, but securing eighty percent of the antiques wouldn't be a problem.

Before long, Ling Xian's Eye of Detection locked onto an antique vase.

"This one is nice. You can put it in your room as a decoration when we get back," he said, pointing at a vase on a street stall.

Compared to Xu Feng's Golden Left Hand, which relied on touch to identify objects, Ling Xian's Eye of Detection was undoubtedly much more convenient.

He only needed to cross-reference with the general plot and sweep his gaze over it to see the antique's true nature clearly.

"Thank you, Brother Ling Xian!" Wu Yueyue thanked him.

"Boss, how much for this?" Ling Xian asked.

The stall owner was an old man in his seventies, and his eyes lit up upon hearing this.

He sized up Ling Xian's luxurious clothes and muttered to himself, "This thing is just some junk I picked up at the edge of the village. I didn't expect anyone to actually want it."

After a moment of hesitation, he carefully quoted a price: "One thousand?"

This was already a price he had intentionally inflated; after all, industrial products on the market were more exquisite than this vase and cheaper too.

To this end, he had specifically left plenty of room for bargaining.

"Sure," Ling Xian said, paying directly via QR code.

Seeing the payment notification pop up, the old man's heart immediately filled with regret. He hated himself for quoting too low a price and opened his mouth to go back on his word.

Just then, Ling Thirteen appeared quietly and grabbed the old man's right hand.

"My young Master is simply buying a toy today to make a lady smile."

His voice was extremely low, and the hat on his head covered most of his face. Others couldn't see his features clearly and just took him for an ordinary customer.

"But if you intend to break the rules of this trade, you won't need to come back to this Antique Street ever again."

"Boss! You can't do this!"

"This vase is a genuine artifact from the Shang or Zhou dynasties!" the old man shouted anxiously, trying to plead his case.

Ling Thirteen didn't fall for it. He suddenly increased the pressure on his hand, making the old man's arm nearly dislocate from the pain.

"Shang or Zhou? I think it's from 'last week' more like."

Hearing the mockery, the old man's heart skipped a beat.

This vase was indeed something he had picked up at the edge of the village last week.

"Who are these people? How do they know its background so clearly? I can't afford to mess with them!" He lamented inwardly, his face full of panic.

"Sir, I know I was wrong! Please let go! I don't want the thousand yuan; consider the vase a gift to the young Master!"

"My young Master is not a bad person."

Ling Thirteen released his hand and said flatly, "Not a penny of the money due will be missing. You just need to mind your own business and stop playing tricks."

After speaking, Ling Thirteen retreated to his original position, maintaining a measured distance from Ling Xian.

This way, he wouldn't disturb the young Master's time with Wu Yueyue, but could still step in to handle trouble when needed.

As soon as the commotion over there subsided, Xu Feng couldn't hold back any longer.

He rushed to Wu Yueyue's side in a few steps and shouted urgently, "Wu Yueyue, look closely!"

"This rich second-generation heir is just deceiving you!"

"Buying a broken vase for only a thousand yuan—where is the sincerity in that?!"

"Brother Ling Xian!" Wu Yueyue called out to Ling Xian.

Hearing her, Ling Xian swept his leg out.

Caught off guard, Xu Feng face-planted directly onto the ground, eating dirt.

Having dealt with the nuisance, Ling Xian continued to browse with Wu Yueyue, picking up several more antiques in succession.

There were vases, calligraphy, paintings, jade pendants... He marveled privately that this seemingly ordinary Antique Street actually hid over a dozen genuine items. The ratio of authentic goods was absurdly high.

As expected of the place where Xu Feng made his fortune.

Even though he had arrived a bit late, he could still pick up many treasures.

"Yueyue, do you feel slighted that I'm giving you such inexpensive gifts?" Ling Xian asked curiously.

"Not at all. Anything from Brother Ling Xian is fine."

"Besides, you've already spent so much on my illness. Even if I gave myself to you, I wouldn't be able to pay you back." Wu Yueyue giggled while holding the antiques.

"These things are all genuine antiques. If you want to sell them for money, I can help you get the highest price."

"If you don't want to, you can keep them for your own collection," Ling Xian said, patting her head affectionately.

"Ah! How much can they sell for?" Wu Yueyue asked curiously.

"At least several hundred million?" Ling Xian estimated roughly.

"That much? But... these were gifts from Brother Ling Xian. I'll keep them... I won't sell them." Wu Yueyue didn't care if they were real or fake; what mattered was that Ling Xian was the one who gave them to her.

That was enough!

Behind them, Xu Feng touched the items on the stalls one by one with his left hand, frowning inwardly. "What's going on?"

"Usually, I should have come across one or two antiques by now."

"I've been here for hours today and haven't found a single thing."

Xu Feng didn't think there were none; he believed they must be somewhere in this Antique Street.

"Hey, hey, Master Xu, how long do you plan on touching things?" a middle-aged man said impatiently, seeing Xu Feng touching items without buying anything.

"Is this how you do business, chasing customers away?" Xu Feng shouted.

"Master Xu, you've been getting a bit ahead of yourself lately. Everyone knows how skilled you are," the middle-aged man praised.

He actually hoped Xu Feng would find a few genuine antiques at his stall.

He could then choose not to sell them and secretly take them to experts for appraisal himself.

Annoyed, Xu Feng went to other stalls, but the results were all the same.

After several failures, he no longer wanted to touch these fake items.

"I haven't found anything real after several tries. Could the entire Antique Street have been picked clean?"

Just as he was wondering, he looked up and happened to see Ling Xian heading toward a corner of the Antique Street.

"Oh no, Old Man Zhao." In that direction lay one of Xu Feng's important opportunities.

Xu Feng had been able to become a martial artist because he bought a genuine cultivation technique from that man.

At the same time, Xu Feng knew that Old Man Zhao sold things based on fate.

He was willing to sell one martial arts manual every half month.

Therefore, Xu Feng had long considered Old Man Zhao's treasures as his own private opportunities.

Seeing this, he quickened his pace.

"Old man, how much for this?" Ling Xian picked up a dagger and looked at the old man before him with a wicked smile.

Being stared at, Old Man Zhao didn't show a hint of fear. Instead, he laughed loudly. "This business of mine is for the fated."

"The fated? I think it's pre-arranged, isn't it?"

As soon as Ling Xian finished speaking, Old Man Zhao stood up abruptly. "I'm not selling anymore, not selling."

"I'm in a bad mood today."

"But I've set my heart on this dagger. What should we do?" Ling Xian's words carried a threat.

He knew the man was Xu Feng's most important opportunity.

"Kid! You're only a Master, not a Grandmaster. You should greet your seniors properly!"

Old Man Zhao's eyes turned sharp, and a pressure belonging to a Grandmaster bore down on them.