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Following the intense feeling of Spiritual Energy, Wei Yuan felt as if the Mist-like Space in his mind was bubbling like boiling water. Wrapped in the Spiritual Energy, his soul felt a surge of joy. However, even so, he did not dare to recklessly use the Silver-gray Mist to absorb this Spiritual Energy.
When he reached the source of the Spiritual Energy, Wei Yuan discovered that what had drawn him in was merely a pile of Vase Fragments! Neatly arranged on the ground, the stall owner sat on a folding stool surrounded by many people, clearly many found his actions somewhat strange. The Antique street was filled with all sorts of peculiar items, including so-called treasures that were blown into disarray and those who relied solely on their words to deceive others.
However, it was indeed rare to find someone selling Vase Fragments. Wei Yuan knew little about antiques, but the strong sensation from the Mist-like Space in his mind allowed him to conclude that this vase must be a genuine historical piece. Yet, no matter how valuable it might be, what use were a bunch of fragments?
Suddenly, Wei Yuan had a bold idea: since his Repairing Ability could fix Video Tapes, old books, and Amulets, could it also repair a vase?
Although Wei Yuan did not understand the specific value of antiques, he knew that if this vase truly had the historical significance suggested by its emitted Spiritual Energy, it would certainly be worth a lot—likely more than repairing Discs or old books. However, there was also a problem at hand: when repairing Amulets, he needed to absorb the surface's Spiritual Energy first. If he were to completely absorb the Spiritual Energy from this pile of Vase Fragments, would he end up bursting from it? Wei Yuan felt a wave of melancholy wash over him...
His gaze slowly moved from the pile of Vase Fragments upward, and Wei Yuan realized that the stall owner was someone familiar—Brother Zeng! He was the one who bumped into him when he went to find his uncle at Luoxia Lake and later saved him alongside Chen Kun. Although Brother Zeng had a sharp tongue and lacked humanity, he had indeed helped him by bringing his uncle along.
"Brother Zeng, what are you doing here?"
Wei Yuan approached to greet him. Despite Brother Zeng's acerbic nature, Wei Yuan acknowledged that he had contributed to his rescue and decided to address him with a friendly title: Brother Zeng!
"It's you! You survived that disaster; you seem to be doing quite well!" Brother Zeng remarked as he looked at Wei Yuan next to Yang Ying, a stunning beauty, instantly letting his imagination run wild.
Seeing the pile of fragments on the ground, Wei Yuan said, "Brother Zeng, is this something passed down from your ancestors for eight generations? A family treasure? How did it end up broken?"
Brother Zeng laughed and replied, "This is just for inspection. It doesn't look like flea market junk priced at three for a hundred bucks. I thought I'd bring it over here to see if any experts would buy it for restoration."
Listening to their conversation, an Old Man nearby began to speak: "This is not just some heirloom from eight generations ago; if my eyesight hasn't failed me, this should be a Listening Wind Bottle from the Song Dynasty."
Upon hearing this, Brother Zeng looked regretful: "I inspected a Song Dynasty antique vase for nothing and ended up breaking it! I really am having bad luck."
At this moment, the people around them looked at them with questioning eyes, clearly regarding them as a group trying to deceive others. However, upon sensing this, Wei Yuan could only shake his head in silence. It was evident that these people had somewhat shallow insight. Although Wei Yuan could not discern the identity of the elderly man, he felt that the man's eyes were gentle yet carried a hint of pressure. He wore a faint smile, yet still exuded an imposing aura; it was said that one could command respect without anger, and this was undoubtedly someone accustomed to being in a position of authority.
However, there was also a problem with the idea of deceiving others: typically, one would use valuable-looking items to trick people. Who would try to con someone with a pile of Vase Fragments? Even if the stall owner were Zhao Benshan, he would still need to find Fan Wei for it to work; this was clearly an unreliable scheme.
"Checked a Song Dynasty vase and you managed to break it? Which one of you three wrote this script? The logic doesn't add up."
Some bystanders began to question their conversation, but this did not affect the mood of the three. It was akin to making a movie without caring about box office results; they didn't need to pay attention to the audience's reactions. They could write whatever they wanted—who could stop them? Of course, Wei Yuan also felt that it sounded somewhat ridiculous.
"How much do you plan to sell this pile of fragments for? How can you prove it's from the Song Dynasty? What is a Listening Wind Bottle anyway?"
At this moment, the elderly man suddenly looked at Wei Yuan and said, "A Listening Wind Bottle is something wealthy and influential families place in their side rooms. It’s set on a hollowed-out shelf; whenever there’s a breeze or movement, it will sway slightly, which is quite interesting. The top and bottom are generally thin, relying on that base to form a hexagonal shape for stability. You wouldn't notice this unless you touched it carefully."
After hearing his words, Wei Yuan leaned over and reached out to touch one of the larger base fragments. He discovered that it indeed had a hexagonal shape, which made him believe him somewhat more. However, he then heard the elderly man say, "This thing is worth at least over a million; how could you let it break?"
Brother Zeng nearly cried upon hearing this: "It broke when someone tossed it to me and I didn't catch it properly."
When those nearby heard this, they remarked, "A vase worth over a million tossed around like that; you're quite extravagant."
Though the comment seemed like praise, it was actually mocking him and questioning whether Wei Yuan and his companions were just putting on an act: if a vase worth over a million could be tossed around so casually, why would they come back to sell these fragments after breaking it? Who would be foolish enough to buy from them?
Crowds gathering has always been a tradition among Chinese people. At this moment, the appearance of such a novel situation as selling Vase Fragments drew layers of onlookers. Wei Yuan ignored their opinions and instead asked the elderly man, "Sir, what should I call you?"
"The old man’s surname is Lan; just call me Grandpa Lan."
"Grandpa Lan, do you think there's any possibility of repairing this vase?"
The Old Man listened to this and said, "Generally, this is unlikely, but there are exceptional people in this world, and anything is possible; I cannot say for sure."
Although the Blue Old Man's words seemed a bit far-fetched, they still held some truth. Wei Yuan considered that even if it couldn't be repaired, at least the Spiritual Energy contained within the Vase Fragments might help with his future Ability development. There was no reason to give up such a good thing. As for those who thought he was foolish for wanting to sell it, they were all foolish!
Thinking of this, Wei Yuan straightforwardly asked him, "Brother Zeng, are you planning to sell this pile of fragments?"
Brother Zeng smiled wryly and said, "I know this sounds absurd; I just feel it's a pity for the vase to be broken like this. Perhaps someone capable of repairing it would be willing to pay a bit for it."
At this moment, people around began to discuss, and no one believed that the vase could be repaired in such a state. They all thought he was out of his mind; it wasn't just a matter of being foolish; clearly, there was a significant difference in intelligence compared to normal people—he was simply a fool.
However, Wei Yuan spoke up, "Why don't you name a price? I'll buy it from you."
Upon hearing this, Brother Zeng's face lit up with joy as he quickly prepared to negotiate the price with Wei Yuan. Suddenly, someone shouted, "Who dares to sell my vase?"
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