Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

The once bustling and lively antique street looked completely different to him.

The densely packed street stalls and the antique-style shops on both sides of the street were all bathed in a colorful glow.

Unfortunately, most of this light was a pale, lifeless white.

Those Song Dynasty Jun porcelain and Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain that the vendors touted as amazing were, under the discerning eye of Lingjian, all just modern industrial assembly line products.

The traces of chemical aging agents remaining on it were as obvious to Chen Yang as a searchlight in the dark.

Occasionally, there are a few old objects that emit a faint yellow light, but they are mostly broken bowls from folk kilns in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, which are not worth much money.

However, Chen Yang didn't come here today to try and make a fortune.

His gaze went straight past the antiques, some real and some fake, and landed on the uneven cobblestone path beneath his feet.

A wisp of dark brown mist was seeping out from the cracks in those stone slabs.

If an ordinary person were to step on it, they would at most feel that the breeze blowing through the street today was a bit chilly, making their bones feel cold.

But in Chen Yang's eyes, it was pure underground Yin energy.

These dark brown wisps of mist swirled and intertwined in mid-air, and finally, as if they were alive, they all drifted toward the deepest part of the long street.

That place is the core array eye of the Seven Star Array, which belongs to the earth vein.

They were also the fat meat that the Black Feather Organization had their eyes on.

Chen Yang didn't rush to follow the yin energy; instead, he put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked in with the flow of people.

It's broad daylight now, and the antique street is packed with people.

Even if you gave Night Owl ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to cause trouble openly at this time.

At most, there are just a few low-level thugs scouting the area.

This is a good opportunity to thoroughly investigate the true nature of this street.

Not far from here, at a slightly wider intersection, there was a large crowd gathered, three or four layers deep, quite lively.

There were also sounds of arguing coming from the middle of the crowd.

Chen Yang wasn't one to join in the fun, but a woman's voice coming from the crowd made him stop in his tracks.

The voice was beautiful, clear and cool, like a spring flowing in a mountain stream, exuding an ethereal quality untouched by worldly concerns.

Moreover, Chen Yang faintly heard a subtle fluctuation of true energy within that sound.

This guy's a trained fighter.

Moreover, he wasn't just some roughneck who practiced external martial arts; he was a true master who had cultivated internal strength.

It's quite interesting to run into someone like this on the streets.

Chen Yang pushed through the crowd and squeezed forward.

Surrounded by the crowd was a fairly large stall, filled with all sorts of bronze and jade artifacts, which looked more upscale than the fake porcelain sold outside.

The stall owner was a thin old man wearing a gray overcoat, who was pinching the two goatees on his chin and smiling shrewdly.

In front of the stall stood a young girl.

The girl was extremely beautiful, but her beauty was different from Liu Yifei's aloofness and Yang Mi's maturity.

She wore a light blue, modified version of a traditional Chinese jacket with a Chinese knot button, loose cotton and linen trousers, and a pair of exquisitely crafted cloth shoes with multi-layered soles.

Her long, jet-black hair was simply tied back with an old-fashioned wooden hairpin.

Despite her simple and clean attire, she managed to stand out in the bustling antique street with an ethereal and otherworldly air.

But at this moment, the girl's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she was holding a small bronze incense burner covered in green rust in her hand, seemingly undecided.

Next to the girl stood a young man dressed in flashy clothes.

The man had his hair slicked back and was wearing a casual suit covered in designer logos. He was also pretending to wave a folding fan, clearly indicating that he was a wealthy man.

"Miss Lin, this is a very important item."

The young man closed his folding fan, pointed at the bronze incense burner, and smiled ingratiatingly.

"This stall owner is a very honest person. Buying a bronze incense burner from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty for two million is an absolute steal for us."

As he spoke, the man turned to look at an elderly man in his sixties wearing a traditional Chinese suit who was standing next to him, with a hint of smugness in his expression.

"Master Ma, you are the vice president of the Jiangcheng Antique Association. Could you tell Miss Lin whether this item is genuine?"

The old man, known as Master Ma, stood with his hands behind his back, putting on the airs of an expert.

He moved closer to the girl, pretended to examine the incense burner for a while, and then seriously pinched the rust on the burner wall.

"Young master, you have a discerning eye! This is indeed a genuine Xuande incense burner."

Master Ma stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly, as if he had really unearthed some rare treasure.

"Look at this patina, how lustrous it is. And look at this green rust. It takes hundreds of years of exposure to the earth's energy to grow so sturdy."

"You got it for two million, and then you can easily double the price by taking it to an auction house. You really got a steal."

The master and servant, working in perfect harmony, practically praised the broken incense burner to the heavens.

The old stall owner was a smooth operator, and quickly chimed in.

"Chairman Ma is indeed an expert; his insight is beyond question."

The stall owner rubbed his hands together, his eyes almost squinting into slits with a smile.

"If it weren't for the fact that my family member is sick and I urgently need money, I would never be willing to sell this family heirloom."

The girl ignored their flattery.

Her fair fingers gently caressed the surface of the incense burner, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

"The shape of this thing looks fine."

The girl's voice remained cool, but when she spoke the second half of the sentence, there was a noticeable hint of hesitation in her tone.

"But the aura emanating from this thing feels a bit restless, unlike the calm and composed feeling that an ancient artifact buried underground should have."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang couldn't help but take another look at the girl in the crowd.

They really are in the same industry.

Ordinary antique appraisers look at the patina, the craftsmanship, and the rust.

And this girl's first words were to assess the breath.

Only those who have truly cultivated internal energy and possess keen senses can perceive the magnetic field accumulated over time on antiques.

Unfortunately, the girl's cultivation level seemed to be a bit lacking; she could only sense that something was wrong, but couldn't figure out exactly how fake it was.

Seeing the girl hesitate, the young man standing to the side quickly stepped forward, wanting to show off his wealth.

"Miss Lin, the antique business is very complicated. You usually live a secluded life in Taiqing Mountain, so it's normal for you to misjudge these mundane objects."

The young man thumped his chest loudly, looking like he was taking full responsibility.

"Since Master Ma said this thing has a proven track record, then it must be pretty good."

"If you really like this little incense burner, I'll pay for it today. Consider it a donation to Taiqing Mountain, and a way of making friends."

As he spoke, he pulled out his latest iPhone, opened the QR code payment interface, and was about to scan the old QR code sign in front of the stall owner.

"No need, I won't accept a reward without having done anything."

Lin Qingxia stepped aside, creating distance between herself and the spoiled young master.

"Our rule at Taiqing Mountain is that we never take other people's things for free. Since I chose this place myself, I should pay for it myself."

As she spoke, she reached into a plain-colored cloth bag she carried with her, seemingly intending to pay this unnecessary expense.

Chen Yang stood on the periphery of the crowd, shaking his head helplessly.

This girl is quite good-looking and has some basic martial arts skills, but she lacks experience in the martial arts world. She's like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Chen Yang activated his Eye of Insight, his gaze sweeping over the bronze incense burner.

That's hardly an old item from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty.

The inside of the furnace glowed with a blinding red light; that red was the result of an unstable magnetic field generated by the reaction of modern chemical solutions at high temperatures.

The outer layer of antique-looking green rust was actually forcibly corroded with acidic chemicals, even burning through the base of the copper body.

If you take this piece of junk to a scrap metal recycling station, they might complain that it takes up too much space.

Let alone two million, even two hundred dollars would be too much.