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

Ye An's words shocked everyone present!

Upon closer inspection, everyone indeed discovered that the bronze mirror was covered with numerous tiny cracks, which they had previously thought were natural wood grain or evidence of age. Now it seemed that this mirror clearly wouldn't last much longer.

"You brat, how dare you slander me like this!"

Upon hearing this, Master Sun's eyes widened suddenly, and he slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

His Taoist robe fluttered even without wind, and his white beard trembled.

He no longer cared about maintaining a master's demeanor; his eyes were fixed on Ye An, his heart filled with both shock and anger.

What's surprising is that this kid could tell at a glance that the magic artifact was damaged inside, and what's infuriating is that he dared to destroy the place I had worked so hard to establish in front of so many people.

When Ji Ting saw that Master Sun was angry, he immediately stood up, pointed at Li Laosan's nose, and started cursing.

"Li Laosan, you're something else! You can't win a fight, so you hire a swindler to stir things up, huh? Not only are you incompetent, but you even dare to slander Master Sun?"

"Let me tell you, this isn't over! You and your men, kneel down and apologize to Master Sun right now!"

His voice was shrill and loud, and his spittle almost sprayed onto Li Laosan's face.

The other bosses in the hall also came to their senses, and their gazes towards Ye An changed.

"Exactly, what's this kid up to?"

"I think he's just trying to stop us from buying things because he can't win the argument with Boss Li!"

"So young, yet so wicked."

The whispers weren't loud, but each word was like a small knife, stabbing into Li Laosan's heart.

The fat boss, Mr. He, sitting in the main seat, had completely darkened his face, which was so black it looked like it could drip water.

He didn't care who was right or wrong; all he knew was that his precious item, which was about to fetch an astronomical price, had been ruined by Ye An's words.

He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups on it jump.

"Kid!" Boss He's voice was cold and harsh. "You say my treasure is worthless? What proof do you have? Let me tell you, if you can't produce proof today, not only you, but everyone else will be in trouble!"

He pointed at Ye An with his finger, then turned to Li Laosan.

"Neither of you are leaving this room! You've ruined my reputation and cut off my livelihood! I, Old He, will fight you to the death!"

Li Laosan's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

He glanced at the furious Boss He, then at the smug Ji Ting, then at the pointing and whispering tycoons around him, and finally fixed his gaze on Ye An.

It’s over.

This person has really embarrassed themselves today.

He was torn between two conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he felt that Ye An had been too calm from beginning to end, and didn't seem to be talking nonsense. Deep down, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

On the other hand, facing the pressure from so many people, he felt his calves cramping and he was about to give up.

At this critical moment, Ye An didn't even blink.

He completely ignored the clamoring Ji Ting and the nearly insane Boss He, focusing his gaze on the trembling Master Sun, speaking in a calm tone as if asking about the weather.

"If you don't believe me, you can try activating it again."

"Let's see if it can still emit even a trace of spiritual energy like before."

As soon as he said that, all the noise in the hall stopped.

Everyone looked at Ye An as if he were an idiot.

Master Sun was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

He was worried about how to prove his innocence, but unexpectedly, this kid offered his face to him so he could hit him.

It's like choosing the path to hell when there's a way to heaven!

"Fine!" Master Sun laughed angrily. "You asked for this! Today, I'll show you, you little brat, what true Taoist magic is! And I'll let everyone see how you embarrass yourself in public!"

He had already made up his mind that he would make this magical artifact shine brightly and blind this kid's eyes!

After saying that, Master Sun stopped talking and walked back to the Eight Immortals Table.

He took a deep breath, made a strange hand seal in front of his chest again, and his aura rose once more.

He struck that air of a superior being, exuding an air of otherworldly wisdom, once again.

The business owners present instinctively shrank back, afraid of being affected by the Taoist priest's "magical power".

Li Laosan's heart sank to the bottom. He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look any longer.

"A true master isn't afraid of your slander and defamation, kid. You'd better think about how you're going to face Boss He's wrath later!"

Only Ji Ting stood with his arms crossed, a cruel smile on his face, ready to enjoy the show.

Master Sun used the same trick again, stomping his foot and speaking with a thunderous roar.

"Duh!"

After a sharp shout, he opened his mouth and exhaled a clearly visible plume of white vapor that shot directly onto the ancient bronze mirror.

He stared wide-eyed, waiting for that familiar light and cool scent to reappear.

however……

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds passed.

The bronze mirror lay quietly on the yellow silk, hazy and unresponsive.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The refreshing coolness that had made me feel so comfortable just moments before was nowhere to be found.

"Um?"

Master Sun's expression changed.

What happened?

He refused to believe in superstition, and his pitiful amount of magical power began to circulate again. This time, he used almost all his strength.

His face turned bright red, and the veins on his forehead bulged as he roared at the bronze mirror once more.

"Duh!"

This sound was even louder than before, carrying a hint of desperate, desperate frustration.

However, the bronze mirror remained completely still.

Just then.

"Click..."

A faint cracking sound, yet crystal clear in the deathly silent hall, rang out.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat at the sound.

On the ancient bronze mirror, the tiny cracks that had been there before seemed to come alive at this moment, instantly expanding and spreading rapidly.

One, two, three...

In the blink of an eye, the entire mirror surface was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Followed by.

"Splash—"

Before everyone's horrified eyes, the so-called "magical artifact" that Boss He regarded as a treasure and that was fiercely contested by the wealthy shattered into a pile of dull-looking copper pieces in front of them.

The entire room fell silent.

Time seemed to stand still.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the pile of scrap metal on the Eight Immortals table, then at Master Sun, whose face was ashen and whose body swayed precariously, as if he might faint at any moment.

The smile on Ji Ting's face had long since frozen.

Boss He's mouth was agape, his eyes were glazed over, and his expression was worse than if his own father had died.

Li Laosan slowly opened his eyes, staring at the incredible scene before him. His mouth gradually opened wider, and finally, a surge of ecstasy welled up in his heart.

It's true, what Ye An said was actually true!

In the midst of this deathly silence, Ye An's calm voice rang out, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Now, do you believe me?"

After Ye An finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

The pile of dull copper sheets lay quietly on the table, as if mocking everyone who had just been arguing about them so fiercely.

Ji Ting's expression froze, alternating between blue and white.

He looked at the pile of shards, then at the distraught Master Sun, and felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped countless times in public.

"my darling!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence.

Boss He was the first to react. He staggered to the octagonal table, and looking at the broken pieces on the ground, his face contorted with heartache.

He reached out his fat hand, wanting to touch them, but then hesitated. Finally, he turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Master Sun and Ye An, his fingers trembling.

"You! You owe me my baby!"

Master Sun was startled by the roar and trembled all over. Looking at the mess on the table, he could no longer hold on. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. He slumped limply into the armchair, his eyes glazed over.

"waste!"

Seeing this, Ji Ting became even more furious and embarrassed.

He dared not say anything more to Ye An, and directed all his anger at the paralyzed Taoist priest Sun, pointing his finger at him and cursing, "Useless thing! You can't even tell if something is good or bad, you've completely disgraced the Ji family!"

Fang Hongda stood up at this moment. He ignored the farce over there, but looked at Ye An deeply with an unprecedentedly solemn expression.

"This Mr. Ye... no, Master Ye." He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Ye An, his tone filled with reverence, "It was I who was blind to your greatness."

He turned to look at Boss He, who was still pounding his chest in frustration: "Boss He, this magic artifact was already on the verge of breaking, as Master Ye just mentioned. Master Sun was merely the last straw that broke the camel's back. You can't blame Master Ye for this."

Fang Hongda held considerable influence in Jiangnan Province's social circles. As soon as he spoke, the other wealthy individuals in the hall also came to their senses.

The way they looked at Ye An had completely changed.

The initial contempt and amusement turned into awe, even a touch of fanaticism.

This is a true master who keeps his skills hidden!

Li Laosan stood there, his whole body trembling slightly with excitement.

He looked at Ye An's retreating figure, feeling as if he were dreaming.

I came here today to embarrass myself, but a random young man I invited actually beat up all the masters from Shanghai.

He felt that his life had reached its peak at this moment.

While everyone was lost in their own thoughts and had words of praise on the tip of their tongues, Ye An remained completely unresponsive to the gazes around him.

Looking at the shards scattered on the ground, he suddenly said, "What a pity."

Everyone was taken aback.

Ye An continued, "If I were to repair it, its value could increase tenfold."

This statement is like throwing a block of ice into a calm pan of oil.

The entire hall erupted in chaos once again.

Can it still be repaired?

Will its value increase tenfold?

What does that mean? Twenty or thirty million multiplied tenfold is two or three hundred million!

Just moments ago, Boss He was in excruciating pain, but suddenly his eyes lit up. He stared intently at Ye An, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Ji Ting seemed to have grasped at the last straw and suddenly stood up.

He sneered inwardly. Repair? How are you going to repair your head?

He stared intently at Ye An, resorting to provocation: "You say you can fix it? Fine! If you can fix it, I, Ji Ting, will kowtow and admit my mistake in front of all my fellow practitioners today!"

He paused, then added, "I'll add another hundred million to buy this mirror!"

He simply couldn't believe that anyone could put a bunch of fragments back together; it was completely beyond his comprehension.

He was convinced that Ye An was bragging and wanted to use this opportunity to embarrass Ye An and save face for himself.

Li Laosan and Fang Hongda both felt that this matter was too far-fetched and wanted to persuade Ye An not to act impulsively.

But Ye An smiled.

He looked at Ji Ting with the same gaze he would give a child who didn't know any better.

"Kowtowing to me is already a bargain for you. And you want to buy my repaired mirror? What a pipe dream! You get all the good stuff!"

Upon hearing this, both Li Laosan and Fang Hongda were speechless.

Ji Ting kowtowed to him, and he actually said that Ji Ting had taken advantage of him?

How could this person be so arrogant?

Uncle Lin, standing behind Li Laosan, had his eyes shining and quickly scribbled in his notebook.

He thought to himself: Anyone else saying this would be insane. But the person who said it was Mr. Ye!

Mr. Ye's words are truly powerful! Only a person of Mr. Ye's stature would have such courage!

Ji Ting was so angry at Ye An's arrogant attitude that his face turned purple. After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:

"I'd like to see how you get out of this! With so many important people here today, I'm betting 20% ​​of the Haiting Group's shares against you. Do you dare?"

Uncle Lin whispered in Ye An's ear at the right moment, telling him that Haiting Group was the other party's foundation, and that the other party only owned 40% of the shares, which meant that Ye An was gambling with half of his fortune.

Ye An's reaction was indifferent.

"What is there to be afraid of?"

His nonchalant demeanor exuded the air of a master.

"Alright!" Ji Ting made the decision on the spot, afraid that he would go back on his word. "It's a deal! If you can't fix it, you'll kneel down and kowtow to Master Sun and me, and then get out of Jiangcheng!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a spectacular gamble was thus set in motion.

Ye An ignored him and slowly walked to the octagonal table.

He bent down and slowly picked up the largest piece from the pile of shards.

Then, he held up the fragment and looked around at the crowd.

"Watch closely."

"I'll only demonstrate this once."

Ye An ignored the tense, expectant, or gloating looks from the crowd.

He turned around, walked to the coffee table next to Li Laosan, and casually picked up the cup of tea that the other party hadn't finished and that had gone cold.

Everyone was stunned.

What are you doing? Thirsty?

At this critical juncture, he still has the mind to drink tea?

Li Laosan opened his mouth as if to say something, but looking at Ye An's calm profile, he kept telling himself that he had to trust Master Ye.

Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, Ye An, carrying a teacup, walked back to the octagonal table.

He didn't drink it.

He flicked his finger.

A drop of tea flew out of the cup, hovering precisely above the pile of bronze mirror fragments, spinning around without falling.

This move made everyone present twitch.

Before they could figure out the principle behind it, an even more astonishing scene unfolded.