Chapter 20
: Mistaken
Ye Feng looked at the girl’s back and frowned slightly.
She wanted to buy that thing?
That object couldn’t be touched lightly…
It could be said that once the resentment inside it invaded the mind, the mild outcome would be madness, and the severe outcome would be death.
This girl was young, kind-hearted, and he had already met her twice.
Ye Feng couldn’t bear the thought of her becoming an idiot.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to remind her.
If, after being reminded, she still didn’t care, then it would be her fate.
Ye Feng sighed inwardly.
He would only warn her once.
After that, it would no longer be his concern.
“Waner, go wait outside for me first. I’ll take another look and be out soon.”
“Alright, I’ll wait for you outside.”
Lin Wan’er nodded gently and walked out of the auction hall under Ye Feng’s gaze.
Then,
Ye Feng stood in place and used voice transmission.
“Don’t bid for that compass. It’s not a good thing. It will harm you.”
A sudden voice made Tang Yingying tremble all over.
Where did that voice come from?
But… it sounded familiar…
She instinctively turned around and saw Ye Feng standing behind her.
Ye Feng continued transmitting his voice:
“There is resentment attached to that compass. Once someone touches it, it will damage their mind and may even turn them into an idiot.”
Turn into an idiot?
Hearing this, Tang Yingying’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze toward Ye Feng filled with shock.
How can he speak to me from afar? And it seems like no one else can hear it—how is he doing this?
After being shocked for a while, she ultimately chose to believe Ye Feng.
Just this ability to transmit voice alone made her trust his words completely.
Moreover, it was just an antique; not buying it was no big deal.
Although it was something her grandfather liked, the thought of it turning someone into an idiot made her feel uneasy.
Better to believe it might be true than regret it later.
“Grandpa, we’re not buying this anymore.”
Tang Yingying said to her grandfather.
Hearing this, Tang Hong was stunned and looked at her in confusion.
“Not buying it? Why? I think this item is quite good! It even glows—it has high collectible value.”
Although he was an antique enthusiast and liked the item, he seemed to care about his granddaughter’s opinion, so he asked.
Tang Yingying directly grabbed his hand and acted spoiled:
“Oh grandpa, I don’t like it. It’s so ugly!”
“So what if it glows? Maybe it’s some kind of technology? Have you ever seen an antique that glows? That’s not scientific, right?”
“Hmm… that does make sense. Alright then, we won’t continue bidding. Let others take it.”
Tang Hong nodded helplessly.
However,
he still believed in his heart that since the Tang family had already placed a bid, no one else would dare compete. In the end, the item would probably still belong to them.
Tang Yingying also realized this and sighed helplessly.
Suddenly, she thought of something and quickly turned her hopeful gaze toward Ye Feng, who had not yet left.
Ye Feng also realized the same issue. He could see that Tang Yingying’s background was not ordinary—she likely held influence in Jianghai City, enough to deter other bidders.
After thinking for a moment, he transmitted his voice again:
“Forget it. Go ahead and buy it. If I have time later, I’ll help you remove the resentment inside it.”
At this moment, he suddenly had another idea.
Resentment was actually a corrupted soul. If it could be tamed and cultivated, it might become a useful subordinate—something that could, for example, protect his girlfriend when he was not around.
After all, a soul was a form of void energy, difficult to destroy without special methods. It would be a perfect bodyguard.
And if the soul had existed for over a thousand years, that would be even better.
Souls were also ranked by age: under 500 years were low spirits, 500–1000 years were mid spirits, and over 1000 years were high spirits.
Beyond that were earth spirits and heaven spirits, but those were too distant to consider.
A high spirit already had combat power comparable to a Qi Refining cultivator, roughly at the second level of Qi Refining.
That compass looked close to a thousand years old. Ye Feng was quite curious about what level the resentment inside it might be.
Meanwhile,
after hearing Ye Feng’s words, Tang Yingying nodded and felt relieved.
As for Ye Feng saying he could remove the resentment, she suddenly became curious.
Was he like the ghost-exorcist masters from TV?
But he looked so young…
About the same age as her.
Tang Yingying had always loved ghost-themed TV shows and novels. Hearing Ye Feng mention resentment, she naturally imagined those scenarios.
Combined with Ye Feng’s strange voice transmission ability, she even felt a strange excitement.
After Ye Feng left,
the compass was unsurprisingly acquired by the Tang family. Tang Hong couldn’t put it down, holding the glowing purple compass and planning to keep it in his room, believing it could prolong his life.
When the auction ended, Tang Yingying suddenly remembered she had forgotten to ask Ye Feng for his contact information.
She sighed bitterly. How was she supposed to contact him now?
……
Half an hour earlier,
just as Ye Feng was about to leave the Jubaoge auction house with Wan’er, he was stopped by Liu Xuan.
“Mr. Ye, I’m sorry. There was a mistake with one of the antiques. Please come with me to handle it.”
Ye Feng told Wan’er to wait there, saying he would return soon. Lin Wan’er nodded and sat on a bench at the entrance waiting.
Ye Feng followed Liu Xuan into the same room he had visited before.
Inside the room were four people.
Jia Lianshan and his two disciples, and also Yang Mu, Master Yang.
At this moment, Yang Mu looked several years older, deeply shaken by the misjudgment of the Yuan dynasty antiques.
If nothing unexpected happened, after today his reputation would fall completely.
But what troubled him most was not that—it was the young man who had seen through the authenticity of those antiques at a glance.
To be able to do that meant at least master-level skill. Even though Liu Xuan said the man was only around twenty years old, Yang Mu still believed he must be an antique grandmaster whose abilities far surpassed both him and Jia Lianshan.
Moreover, among the dozen antiques Ye Feng had sold, three were extremely rare treasures from the imperial court, over 800 years old, worth at least 50 million each. Together, they were worth over 150 million.
But Liu Xuan had clearly misjudged their age, causing Ye Feng to earn only a little over 10 million, resulting in a loss of about 140 million.
However,
Ye Feng himself was completely unaware of this.
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