Chapter 59: A Material Won for Free

Carefully examining the Xuande burner in his hand, a sneer crept onto Zhao Chen's lips.
"Mister, there are flaws in this Xuande burner of yours!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? I bought this for one point five million at the Carlsbad Auction House, and it comes with a certificate of authenticity and relevant appraisal documents. How could it possibly have flaws?"
"Don't be impatient, mister." Zhao Chen pointed at the body of the burner and continued, "A genuine Xuande burner is made of wind-milled copper, having gone through a total of twelve purification processes, and it is blended with precious metals such as gold. Therefore, the surface should have gold and silver stardust spots, but yours lacks them. This is the first point."
"The second point is the character 'De' in the inscription 'Made in the Xuande Reign of the Great Ming', although similarly..."
Once again, a new perpetrator appeared—a Soul King-tier expert whose beast soul was the Bare-Footed Golden Crow. Although the newcomer was also masked, with the one-eyed Moment Dragon previously and the Bare-Footed Golden Crow now, many people had long guessed that this was Huangfu Qi, the vice president of Qingyun Academy.
His bangs were very long, hanging down to obscure his eyes, so when he looked up at people, he appeared deeply mysterious.
Intentionally or unintentionally emphasizing the words "professional dedication" and glancing at Yuan Qin, Jian Fenghou turned and walked out the door.
After the Empress Dowager and Sikong Gao exchanged greetings, the Empress Dowager bade me to take a seat. My backside merely grazed the edge of the stiff stool while fear and panic flashed in my eyes.
In Yuan Qin's plan, Jian Fenghou was merely a temporary shield to stall for time. Getting through the immediate crisis was paramount; naturally, once the crisis was averted, he could make a graceful exit.
This day marked the imperial city's dance festival once again. After weighing her options, Yuan Qin decided to go ahead with it.
Starting in surprise, Yuan Qin turned back, instinctively wanting to withdraw her hand. On the other side, An Yingchuan did not relax his grip.
Song Jinyu had spent the past few days wandering around with a carefree attitude, gossiping about people, but in reality, she was gathering intelligence.
Rong Xiu paused for three full seconds. Realizing it was not auditory hallucination, he looked at her in pleasant surprise.
"Su Yinxi is the sales manager, recently arrived at the Lei Corporation. Having studied abroad for a few years, her work performance is quite good," Zhou Ruiming reported faithfully.
Gu Chu brought Song Sisi to a secluded corner. He watched their intertwined fingers, slowly loosening his grip as his expression seemed to be wrapped in frost and snow.

Short of stature and somewhat plump, wearing snow-white robes, she held a jade-green dragon-headed staff in her left hand, the dragon's eyes casting a dazzling glare.
"Hello, Madam Tong!" Wang Feng greeted indifferently, then looked toward Su Wentai, ignoring Wang Mengzhi's greeting entirely.
Everyone turned their gaze toward Gu Chu in unison, fearing that something irreversible might happen in the next second.
"Very well!" Xie Yun agreed with Fu Xin's arrangement and followed her toward President Bai's office.
"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore. I'm full." Su Moli dropped her chopsticks and ran upstairs as if fleeing.
"These are merely common ailments shared by those who frequently attend banquets. What makes you say I'll drink myself to death?" Bank President Sun pressed his trembling right hand with his left, enraged.
Xiaoyao Changsheng let out a loud laugh, recalled the colorful butterfly, and with a flash of his figure, a dozen lightning spheres landed around Ye Changge.
Xiao Yang appeared extremely in pain, relentlessly tearing at his own body as if something was clinging to him.
This time, Xiao Yang no longer worried. He and Xiuye released dual investigative spiritual senses, and upon confirming not a shred of demonic aura was surging within, they cautiously navigated through the rock wall and drifted inside.
A trace of warmth stirred in Xiao Yin's heart before she slowly closed her eyes, feeling herself held by a pair of warm and blissful hands. Then, she drifted into a deep sleep.
Zhao Dachun's appearance was quite intimidating, and the security guards at the entrance refused to let him in. When Shen Yang explained that he was his bodyguard, the guard still looked skeptical, leaving Shen Yang with no choice but to present his ID, sign his name, and leave Zhao Dachun downstairs.
"Take a trip to the West Sea and inform the West Sea Dragon King about Ao Lie's matter. For this, the West Sea must give my Great Han an explanation," Liu Xie said calmly.
Only then did they realize they shouldn't drink too much; otherwise, their stomachs would be sloshing with water during the competition, which would surely affect their performance.
Lu Ling asked, feeling that walking through the woods continuously was growing somewhat monotonous, and turned her gaze to ask An Ruo.
Freya was not often present. When Xiaorou returned to his grand hall, the roof had already been repaired. He remained within the hall, entering seclusion for another three months, and quietly departed from Storm Cape with Medill in May.
"Right, in a few days, you must also visit Liyue Palace. Although you are the Palace Master, until you pass Liyue Palace's evaluation, you are not truly its master." Thinking of Xiao Yin's current situation, Cui Siyu offered a reminder.

When this sentence was uttered, the old master could barely support himself, his body leaning to one side. Shen Yang and Yang Zhilin hurriedly rushed over to steady him.
An Ruo leaned her upper body backward slightly, her eyes narrowing marginally as a clear note of astonishment laced her tone. How could you be so confident at a time like this that nothing is wrong with me? Lu Ling, perhaps you could explain just a little bit? An Ruo felt she wouldn't mind hearing those words right now.
Facing the bustling Hedong—famous for its night markets—there was an abundance of barbecue stalls, fruit stands, and everything imaginable at night.
Tang Qiao smiled guiltily, broadly opening his arms to pull Jing Lan tightly into his embrace. Inhaling the faint fragrance and feeling the gentle warmth of her body, he held her like this for a long time without parting.
As usual, Yan Zhui leaned back against his pillows after the matter, closing his eyes to rest his mind. He did not smoke, which was a good habit.
G, the moment her head hit the pillow, she wanted to sleep. The day's busyness and tension had left her physically and mentally exhausted, leaving her no energy to dwell on Yan Zhui's ruthlessness; she only wanted a wonderful sleep.
Upon hearing this, Jian Xin merely arched an eyebrow without any dramatic reaction, accepting the matter quite calmly.
In fact, they would still be made to pay every single cent of the medical expenses without the slightest bit of mercy.
Liu Muchun walked toward Fei'er's courtyard, recalling the day's events. The more he thought about it, the more cathartic it felt. Ever since locking horns with the Zhan family over the past two years, he had rarely felt as smooth-sailing as today.
He mused that indeed very few people in his class had younger sisters... Viewed this way, having a younger sister seemed quite useful after all.
Yan Shihuai figured it out in a flash. Back when she couldn't figure it out, why had the Crown Prince been staring at her?
"By your logic, Anhui can still spare the strength?" Putting aside his inner doubts and shock, Sun Yat-sen cared most about this point.
Though worried, his stepmother could do nothing to help with company matters and could only worry in vain.