I'm invincible once I descend the mountain; the beautiful CEO is forcing me to get our marriage

Uncle Lin's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped aside to make way: "The car is right at the entrance of the community. Third Master has already prepared tea and is just waiting for your arrival."

Ye An changed his shoes and followed Uncle Lin outside.

As you exit the gate of Longquan Mansion, a dark green Bentley Continental is quietly parked on the side of the road.

The car's paint was so shiny that sunlight could reflect a person's image onto it.

Ye Anduo glanced at it.

He didn't know much about cars, but after staying with Su Wanqing for over a month, he learned that this kind of car cost at least three or four million.

Uncle Lin eagerly opened the back door of the car.

Ye An bent down and sat inside.

The leather seats inside the car were very soft, the air conditioning temperature was just right, and there was a small bottle of freshly opened mineral water on the center console.

Uncle Lin went around to the passenger seat and sat down, and the driver started the car smoothly.

After the car entered the main road, Uncle Lin turned around and explained in detail:

"Here's what happened. A buyer came from the provincial capital and brought something to Wansheng to sell. Third Master saw it twice a few days ago, and ever since then he's been obsessed with it, saying every day that such a good treasure is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Ye An nodded without interrupting.

Uncle Lin continued, "This kind of thing is impossible to get for less than tens of millions. So, Third Master wants to ask you to take a final look. If it's real, we'll sell everything we own to buy it."

After listening, Ye An shook his head.

He had heard about the extent of these wealthy people's obsession with feng shui artifacts while he was on the mountain.

My master once mentioned that the so-called "magical implements" that ordinary people down the mountain buy at exorbitant prices are mostly junk, with nine and a half out of ten being just rubbish, and the remaining half being only slightly better than an ordinary iron block.

However, that half of something that was "slightly stronger than a block of iron" is nothing to mention in the cultivation world, but it's unique on Earth.

"How many years has your husband been in the antique business?" Ye An asked.

"Thirty-two years." Uncle Lin answered quickly, with a hint of pride in his voice. "Third Master entered the business at eighteen, starting from a street stall, and now Wansheng Group is the number one in the entire Jiangcheng."

"How many spiritual objects has he handled?"

Uncle Lin was taken aback, not understanding what he meant, but he still thought about it seriously:

"If you're talking about those kinds of items... that can invigorate someone when worn, or improve their luck when placed in a room, there are probably about ten of them. Third Master kept three for himself, and sold the rest at high prices."

About ten items.

Ye An understood the situation.

In thirty-two years, he has found about ten items imbued with spiritual energy. This proportion is already considered very high on Earth.

This shows that either Master Li has a sharp eye for goods, or he has some real connections when it comes to sourcing them.

Twenty minutes later, the car turned onto a quiet street and stopped in front of a three-story Chinese courtyard.

This place is completely different in style from Wansheng Mountain Villa.

Wansheng Villa is a high-end club, glittering and opulent, exuding a strong sense of money.

The house is simple and unassuming, with blue bricks and gray tiles. There is not even a sign at the entrance, only two stone lions squatting on both sides of the steps.

"This is Third Master's private residence," Uncle Lin explained. "It's not open to the public normally; it only receives his own people."

Ye An got out of the car and followed Uncle Lin into the courtyard.

After passing through a screen wall and going around a small garden, we arrived at the main hall.

The door was open.

A strong, resonant voice came from inside: "Coming! Coming in!"

Ye An stepped inside.

The main hall was decorated elegantly, with various porcelain and jade artifacts displayed on the antique shelves, and several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls.

Behind a mahogany tea table sat an old man in his sixties.

The old man was quite wealthy-looking, with a round face and large ears. He was wearing a silk Tang suit and had two strings of shiny Buddhist prayer beads on his wrists.

Upon seeing Ye An enter, he immediately jumped up from his chair.

"Mr. Ye! I've heard so much about you!"

Third Master Li quickly stepped forward, grasped Ye An's right hand with both hands, and shook it up and down several times.

"I wasn't there at the resort that day, and I missed Mr. Ye's brilliance. I still regret it to this day!"

"Hmm." Ye An was a little helpless from being shaken, and pulled her hand back.

Third Master Li was a little too enthusiastic, pulling Ye An's hand and leading her towards the tea table.

"Mr. Ye, we're counting on you for everything today. I've already had the items placed in the back; please take a look at them later."

Before Ye An could speak, a sneer came from the armchair next to him.

"Li Laosan, you just found some greenhorn to be your appraiser? Is there no one else in Jiangcheng? If you don't have anyone else, I can lend you one."

The speaker was a man in his forties, with a muscular build, wearing a dark blue custom-made suit with the collar slightly open, revealing a thick gold chain around his neck.

His sitting posture was very casual, with one leg crossed over the other, and the toes of his leather shoes swaying back and forth.

Master Li's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Ji Ting, this is Jiangcheng, not Shanghai. You have no place to run wild here. If you say another word, I'll kick you out right now."

"Heh, if your eldest or second brother were here, I'd shut up immediately and go back right now without saying a word." Ji Ting tilted his head, his tone full of provocation. "As for you, Li Laosan... you're not qualified."

Behind him stood a row of burly men in suits and sunglasses, at least seven or eight in total.

Several of the cuffs were stretched very tightly, and the muscles on the wrists made the shirt fabric bulge.

These people stood there motionless, but the murderous aura emanating from them was impossible to conceal.

An elderly man was sitting next to Ji Ting.

The old man was dressed in a gray-white Taoist robe, with his full head of silver hair tied back. He had a thin face and looked quite like a hermit master.

From the moment Ye An entered until now, the old man hasn't lifted his eyelids once. His hands are resting on his knees, his breathing is long and even, and he's in a posture of resting with his eyes closed.

Ye Anduo glanced at the old man twice.

Internal strength is fully developed.

Being just a step away from reaching the threshold of the Transformation Realm makes him a rare master in the secular world.

No wonder Ji Ting is so confident.

"You!" Master Li slammed his hand on the table and stood up, pointing his finger directly at Ji Ting.

Ji Ting remained seated, a smile on his face, a smile full of contempt.

"alright."

On the left, in the first armchair, an elderly man dressed in a dark Tang suit frowned and spoke.

The old man was about seventy years old, tall and thin, and he was playing with a pair of walnuts in his hands. He spoke in a low voice, but everyone present fell silent.

"Third brother, don't take it too seriously. Ji Ting is just a sarcastic person."

The old man turned to look at Ye An, sized him up, and nodded: "And this gentleman who is appraising the eyes, since you're here, please sit down."

Li Sanye's noodles twitched, but he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, slumped back into his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a big gulp.

Uncle Lin quickly leaned close to Ye An's ear and whispered an explanation.

"Mr. Ye, that Ji Ting from earlier is from Shanghai. He owns a maritime trading group that specializes in overseas business, and his wealth is not much different from our Third Master's. He's here today for that item, which is why he's been clashing with Third Master."

"The old gentleman in the Tang suit who tried to break up the fight was surnamed Fang, Fang Hongda. He's a senior figure in the provincial capital's antique circle, and his words carry a lot of weight in the industry. Third Master usually has to cooperate with Old Master Fang when he does big deals."

After listening, Ye An nodded and sat down in the chair next to Master Li in a very natural and generous manner.

Uncle Lin immediately poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

Ji Ting was still there, speaking sarcastically: "Li Laosan, the person I brought is Master Sun from the Xuanzhen Temple on Qingcheng Mountain."

"Master Sun has been practicing Taoism for fifty years and is an expert in feng shui and geomancy. His ability to appraise ritual implements is unparalleled."

"You've got some nerve, hiring a kid in his early twenties to do the job. You're really blind!"