After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"Yuyan, can you two talk behind my back?"

I've never even been in a relationship, and they're saying all sorts of inappropriate things to my face.

"You really don't treat me like an outsider." Nalan Mingyue blushed.

"Hehehe, Mingyue, you are my best sister."

How about I lend you my husband for a while? The three of us can make a good life together; isn't that better than anything else?

Wang Yuyan is a typical example of keeping the good stuff within the family.

"You brat, if you ever play that kind of joke on me again, I'll never forgive you."

Nalan Mingyue blushed all the way to the roots of her neck.

"Let's stop with the shameless stuff and talk about something serious."

The ghost market is about to begin; it's the place with the best information and also the most chaotic mix of people.

After the market opens, many shady transactions will become active.

Be careful later, some people there have sharp eyes. Don't get targeted, and don't act rashly.

Although Nalan Mingyue lives on the mountain year-round, she often visits the nearby Cloud Sea Ghost Market and knows a little about its inside story.

"A ghost market at the foot of the mountain overlooking the sea? I wonder if it'll be even more exciting than gambling on stones at the Jiangcheng Ghost Market." Ye Tian raised an eyebrow.

"The nature of the ghost market here is different. Gambling on stones is about opening stones, but here it's about opening people's hearts."

Counterfeit goods, stolen goods, swindled goods of dubious origin, and swindlers who specialize in fleecing "fat sheep" from other places.

Your eyes are good at judging stones, but they might not be good at judging people or the distribution channels of goods.

My advice is to observe more, act less, and avoid impulsive actions.

Nalan Mingyue didn't know much about Ye Tian's X-ray vision ability, so she offered her own advice.

As the city's busiest time passed, the clock struck midnight.

The Ghost Market is officially open!

Ye Tian and his group followed the flow of people into the Cloud Sea Ghost Market.

There are no bright lights on the main road here, only scattered dim streetlights and ambiguous light coming from the shops along the street.

The air was filled with the fishy smell of dried seafood, the stench of cheap tobacco, and a restless energy mingled with money and secrets.

The so-called "ghost market" is hidden in a maze of old alleyways and spontaneously formed open-air stalls.

There were no signs, no city management officers, and shadowy figures moved about. Quiet conversations and occasional arguments surged like a tide in the shadows.

The beams of light from flashlights and old-fashioned lanterns swept restlessly across each stall.

The light illuminates the dusty porcelain, the rusty metalware, the jade pieces of questionable quality, and the piles of "ancient books" and "stamps" whose authenticity is hard to discern.

Ye Tian and his companions, dressed in local clothing, mingled with the small groups of people and slowly walked forward.

Instead of rushing to the popular stalls, they took their time, like true newcomers, to soak in the atmosphere with a healthy dose of curiosity and caution.

A stall was selling "Qing Dynasty Imperial Kiln Porcelain." Ye Tian's eyes flashed with a faint white light. The internal structure of the porcelain body was loose, and modern air bubbles were clearly visible. It was a fake.

Another stall claimed to have "ancestral Warring States period bronze swords," but the rust on the blade revealed a uniform modern alloy.

After sweeping through several stalls, 90% of the items were trash, and the remaining 10% were mostly ordinary old items with no special value.

Most of the stall owners had shrewd eyes and talked incessantly to the customers who stopped to watch, exaggerating their abilities.

Just as Ye Tian was about to cross the area and look into a deeper corner, a stall filled with various "old nautical instruments" caught his attention.

The stall owner was a thin old man wearing an old-fashioned baseball cap.

The stall was filled with all sorts of things: a rusted sextant, a cracked barometer, a brass telescope tube...

In the most prominent position in the middle, there is a palm-sized brass compass.

The compass surface was severely worn, the markings were blurred, and the magnetic needle trembled slightly under the glass cover, indicating that it had been around for many years.

Ye Tian stopped in his tracks.

It wasn't because of the compass's appearance, but because of the extremely faint X-ray vision he habitually emitted.

As it passed over the compass, it encountered a very discordant sense of "resistance".

The sensation was very subtle, like when your finger brushes against a fine thread while gliding across smooth silk.

He approached silently, picked up the compass, and found it cold and heavy to the touch.

On the surface, this compass appears crudely made, like a modern folk imitation, but the source of that "sense of resistance" lies within.

He turned slightly to the side, avoiding the gaze of the stall owner who was haggling with other customers, and gently stroked the edge of the compass with his fingertips.

Mental energy poured out like mercury, quietly seeping in.

Beneath the brass casing lies a typical mechanical structure.

But at the bottom of the compass, near the center of the magnetic needle, he "saw" something unusual.

There was an intricately crafted interlayer there, held together by some aged but still resilient adhesive.

Inside the interlayer, there was a dark brown fragment with irregular edges.

Ye Tian's X-ray vision quickly focused, and the fibrous structure of the fragment became clearly visible, more like some kind of treated leather or a specially treated material that would last for thousands of years without decaying.

Several dark red, equally blurry lines on the fragment form an incomplete pattern.

The design is abstract, resembling neither a standard nautical chart symbol nor any common family crest.

Just then, the gaunt old stall owner, having seen off his previous customer, immediately came over, his eyes fixed on the compass in Ye Tian's hand like hooks.

"Young man, you have a good eye!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, with a heavy local accent, and he wore an exaggerated smile that revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"This is a real treasure!"

It was passed down from my ancestors, and it is said to have been used by the first mate on the treasure ship when Zheng Bao Zheng went on his voyages to the Western Ocean!

Look at this patina, this wear and tear, this spirit!

Ye Tian raised his eyes and glanced at the old man.

A fleeting glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes—the excitement of a businessman seeing a potential buyer, and a barely perceptible hint of probing.

He scoffed inwardly, "Zheng He's treasure ships?"

The "relics from Zheng He's treasure ship" on this street stall could probably form a new fleet.

He didn't reply, but instead focused his attention back on the compass, examining the fragment in the interlayer more closely.

The dark red lines on the fragment appear even deeper under perspective, and the way certain turns and nodes are handled...

Ye Tian's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

These techniques for outlining lines, especially the habit of emphasizing turns and connections in subtle details.

The pattern on the incomplete map in his hand, which recorded the course of an ancient mine, bore a striking resemblance in spirit.

Although the specific graphics are completely different, the brushwork or the style of depiction are subtly related.

What surprised Ye Tian even more was that a top-quality cat's eye stone was wrapped in the middle of this fragment.

It's estimated to weigh over fifty grams.

Based on market prices, this top-quality cat's-eye stone is worth more than 80 million!

"What were the items on Zheng He's treasure ships?"

Ye Tian finally spoke, his tone calm, without a trace of excitement on his face.

He casually tossed the compass in his hand and asked, "How much do you want?"