Entering the wrong room, he became invincible after conquering the voluptuous aunt.

"OK!"

Ye Feng sneered repeatedly. He had just glanced at the shelves and found that although most of them contained counterfeit or defective products, there were also a few genuine treasures hidden there.

He could then acquire these items for free and also give them to Xu Wanmei as a favor.

Xu Wanmei was probably very happy, and she would look at him with even more admiration, making a better impression on him. Sooner or later, she would throw herself into his arms.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's lips curled into a playful smile as he turned and walked to the pile of "treasures".

"Boss Xu, since you want solid evidence, then I'll teach you a lesson."

Ye Feng casually picked up a jade pendant that was entirely emerald green, weighed it in his hand, and said with interest but also obvious disdain: "Let's start with this."

"You're saying this jade pendant is made of Hetian jade from the Tang Dynasty court?" Ye Feng scoffed. "Tang Dynasty craftsmanship emphasizes roundness and fullness, and the carving is grand. But the cutting marks on the edge of this jade pendant are clearly the serrated lines of a modern power tool—although it has been artificially aged, you can tell with a magnifying glass."

Fatty Xu's expression changed slightly, but he still forced a smile: "You say it's true, so it is? Where's the evidence?"

"You want evidence?" Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, then suddenly flipped his wrist—

Snapped!

The jade pendant was slammed to the ground and shattered into pieces instantly!

"What are you doing?!" Fatty Xu roared in fury, his face contorted with pain. "This is my stuff! I asked you to give me an explanation, why did you smash my jade pendant?!"

"It's just a piece of trash, why are you acting so heartbroken?" Ye Feng said sarcastically, taking a few steps forward and crushing the broken jade with the sole of his shoe.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that the broken jade pendant had a glass-like texture, reflecting a cheap, gleaming light under the lamp, and contained tiny air bubbles inside—it was clearly made of synthetic resin!

"Tang Dynasty Hetian jade would have air bubbles?" Ye Feng sneered, stating logically, "Boss Xu, your 'treasure from the palace' is probably the kind of stuff you could buy for ten yuan three at a roadside stall, isn't it?"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Xu Wanmei and Ning Qingxue were also stunned. They had really thought the jade pendant was warm and translucent, but they never expected it to be such a low-quality fake!

Sweat beaded on Fatty Xu's forehead, but he still wouldn't give up: "This...this is just an isolated case! Everything else I have here is genuine!"

As he spoke, Ye Feng picked up another blue-and-white porcelain vase from the side: "As for this 'Yuan Dynasty Blue-and-White Plum Vase'... Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain used cobalt blue pigment, which would produce rust spots and blurring after firing. These spots on your vase are painted on, and the kiln red on the bottom is too uniform, clearly done with a spray gun. Also, Yuan Dynasty artifacts have thick, heavy bodies and a solid feel, while yours feels light and flimsy; it's probably a product of modern slip-casting technology, isn't it?"

Fatty Xu's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, and finally turned ashen, with cold sweat pouring down his face.

He never dreamed that this young man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, would possess such terrifying eyesight and knowledge in appraising treasures! Some details were even beyond what his master, who had been in the business for forty years, could see at a glance!

"No...no more..." Fatty Xu's voice trembled, almost pleading, "I admit defeat...I give up!"

He raised his head, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at Ye Feng: "Your appraisal skills are at least in the top twenty in Jiangcheng... no, possibly even in the top ten! I, Fatty Xu, was blind to your abilities!"

"I'll transfer 100,000 yuan to you right now!"

The transfer notification sounded crisply, and Ye Feng accepted it without hesitation.

Then, forcing a smile, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Ye Feng: "Mr. Ye! Please feel free to choose anything from my shop! I won't stop you; it'll all be free!"

Xu Wanmei, who was standing to the side, was already dumbfounded.

His heart was bleeding as he said this—although most of the goods were fakes, the shop did have a few genuine items, his most prized possessions. But the words were already out, and in front of so many people, he dared not take them back.

The store was silent as everyone looked at Ye Feng, curious about what this unassuming young man would choose.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled with amazement as she looked at Ye Feng, her gaze filled with admiration and a hint of barely perceptible ambiguity.

That little rascal is really something!

Not only are their medical skills phenomenal, but their treasure appraisal is also incredibly impressive! I never imagined they could save me a whopping three million, and their professional knowledge is so extensive!

This little rascal is probably a dragon among men!

Xu Wanmei felt her heart flutter, her soul yearning for love, and her voice carried a touch of coquettishness: "Ye Feng, my dear little brother, I'm growing to like you more and more!"

"Sister Xu, you're too kind." Ye Feng smiled slightly, his tone indifferent. "Making Sister Xu happy makes me happy too."

He changed the subject, turning to Xu Wanmei and saying, "Sister Xu, since Boss Xu is so generous, I'll help you pick out another real treasure. I guarantee it will make you look incredibly prestigious when you give it to that important person!"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Ye Feng with curiosity, wanting to know which priceless treasure he would choose.

Fatty Xu was secretly delighted—the most expensive items in his shop, although they were also high-quality replicas, at least looked classy enough. If this kid chose them, he wouldn't lose too much.

However, to everyone's surprise, after Ye Feng walked around the store, his gaze finally fell on the corner of the shelf—there was a dried, seemingly unremarkable root, with only a strong medicinal fragrance emanating from it.

"I want this one!"

Ye Feng pointed to the dry, unremarkable medicinal herb, his tone resolute.

"What?!"

The entire venue erupted in chaos!

Everyone stared in shock at the withered root, shaking their heads in disbelief.

"Is this kid crazy? He's got so many good things to choose, why pick this piece of junk?"

"This thing looks like a rotten tree root, what use could it be?"

"I thought he had some amazing taste, but it turns out he's just average!"

Fatty Xu also looked incredulous, staring at the root with a puzzled expression in his eyes.

He had long forgotten where he got this thing. It seemed to have been sold to him by a farmer a few years ago. He thought it had a strong medicinal aroma, so he just put it here as a sample. He estimated it wasn't even worth a thousand yuan!

I never expected Ye Feng to choose this!

Fatty Xu couldn't help but smile, his eyes narrowing, and confirmed with Ye Feng, "Mr. Ye! This was your own choice! I didn't force you!"

"Don't worry, I have my reasons for choosing these things," Ye Feng thought with a cold smile.

That fat Xu is completely blind!

This isn't some rotten tree root! This is the root of a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum!

The essence of Ganoderma lucidum is mostly concentrated on its cap, but the root of this thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum has absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a thousand years, making it a hundred times more precious than the cap of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum! It can be called a top-grade product!

If Fatty Xu knew he'd gotten such a huge bargain, he'd probably regret it so much he'd vomit blood on the spot! After all, if this thing were auctioned off on the market, it would be worth at least tens of millions!

Ning Qingxue couldn't help but purse her lips, her chest heaving slightly, and whispered to Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, are you kidding me? Won't giving this away make Sister Xu lose face?"

Xu Wanmei's expression was also somewhat unpleasant. Although she trusted Ye Feng, this item looked far too ordinary. However, she still forced a smile and said to Ye Feng, "It's alright. I trust you, Ye Feng. You definitely won't cheat me."

"Sister Xu, don't worry, there's absolutely nothing wrong with what I've chosen." Ye Feng smiled slightly, his tone confident. "When the time comes, that important person will definitely look at you with new respect!"

The three of them walked out of the antique shop, and Fatty Xu bowed and scraped at the door to see them off, his heart filled with joy.

However, less than ten meters from the gate, a sudden and unfriendly young man's voice came from the side: "Gentlemen, please wait."

A young man in a suit and tie walked over from a black Mercedes. He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a handsome face, but his eyes carried an arrogant air of superiority.

His gaze was fixed on the unique medicinal fragrance emanating from the Ganoderma lucidum root in Xu Wanmei's hand.

The young man approached, his tone still polite, but the burning desire and greed in his eyes were undisguised: "I see this thing you have is quite nice, with a unique fragrance; it must be a rare medicinal herb. I wonder if you would be willing to part with it and sell it to me? The price is negotiable."

Xu Wanmei was taken aback for a moment, then politely declined, "I'm sorry, I've already planned to give these herbs away, so I'm not selling them."

The young man, Jiang Yuan, frowned slightly.

He has practiced martial arts since childhood and is extremely sensitive to medicinal herbs. When he passed by just now, he smelled the fragrance of the herbs and immediately knew that they were no ordinary herbs. They might even be of great help to him in breaking through his current martial arts bottleneck!

He gritted his teeth and raised the price, saying, "How about this, I'll offer 100,000. How about you sell it to me? You didn't pay that much for it, did you?"

Xu Wanmei was somewhat surprised, but still shook her head: "Really not for sale."

Ye Feng stepped forward, blocking Xu Wanmei's path, and said impatiently, "My sister Xu said she won't sell, and that's final. Can't you understand human language? Get out of the way."

A flash of anger crossed Jiang Yuan's eyes, and his tone turned cold: "Kid, do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like that?"

He stared at Ye Feng and said, enunciating each word clearly, "I'll say it again, I've taken a liking to this. Sell it to me. The price is negotiable, but don't push your luck."

"Sell your mother!"

Without warning, Ye Feng raised his hand and slapped him across the face!

Snapped!

A crisp slap rang out, and Jiang Yuan didn't even have time to react before he was slapped so hard he staggered backward, blood instantly flowing from his nose.

"You...you dare hit me?!" Jiang Yuan covered his face, his eyes flashing with a terrifying ferocity. "You're asking for death!!"

He suddenly waved his hand and shouted sharply, "Guards!"

Swish swish!

From the Mercedes and the adjacent alley, a dozen burly men dressed in black rushed out instantly. Each of them had sharp eyes, bulging temples, and carried short sticks and daggers, radiating a palpable killing intent—they were all martial artists!

"Young Master Jiang, are you alright?" the scarred man in the lead asked anxiously.

"Take what's in their hands!" Jiang Yuan's face was contorted with rage as he pointed at Ye Feng. "If they dare resist, cripple them!"

"yes!"

A dozen or so martial artists responded in unison and immediately surrounded them, their killing intent palpable.

"What do you want to do?!" Ning Qingxue was shocked and furious.

Xu Wanmei's pretty face also turned cold, and she said sternly, "Robbery in broad daylight! Do you have no regard for the law?!"

"Hmph, the law?" Jiang Yuan wiped the blood from his nose, his face icy cold. "In Jiangcheng, I, Jiang Yuan, am the law! Hand over the medicinal herbs, and I might consider only cutting off this kid's hand. Otherwise... none of the three of you will leave here unscathed!"

Swish swish!

A dozen or so martial artists, wielding sharp blades, rushed over. Their movements were swift and ruthless, clearly indicating that they were all trained fighters and not ordinary thugs.

"Sister Ning, Sister Xu, step back!"

Ye Feng remained calm and composed, protecting the two women behind him. Then, he moved with lightning speed and charged forward!

His speed was astonishing; he moved through the group of martial artists like a fish, and his attacks were fierce and precise.

With a single punch, a martial artist's sternum shattered and he flew backward; with a side kick, another man's leg bone broke and he fell to the ground screaming in agony.

In just a few dozen seconds, the dozen or so martial artists who had been so aggressive were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain, suffering heavy casualties!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief—these were all elites trained by his Jiang family, each possessing at least the strength of a third-grade martial artist, yet they had been so easily defeated by a young man?!

Ye Feng had already flashed and appeared in front of him.

Snapped!

He raised his hand and slapped her!

"You stole my sister Xu's things?" Ye Feng's eyes were icy cold.

*Slap!* Another slap!

"act recklessly!"

*Slap!* Another slap!

"How many lives do you have?!"

Slap! Slap! Slap! Jiang Yuan was slapped several times in a row, his mouth was full of blood, two of his teeth flew out, and his whole face was swollen like a pig's head.

Jiang Yuan felt utterly humiliated; he had never suffered such an insult in his entire life. A venomous glint flashed in his eyes, and he was about to utter a threat—

Ye Feng grabbed his right arm and said coldly, "I'll cut off your arm as a warning to others."

"No...no!" Jiang Yuan finally panicked and screamed in terror.

But Ye Feng had already exerted force—

At this critical moment, a sharp shout, like a summer thunderclap, suddenly rang out:

"How dare you?! Release Young Master Jiang immediately, or I will make sure you die a horrible death!!!"

The sound waves were deafening, making people's eardrums ache.

An elderly man in gray robes strode briskly from the end of the street. He seemed to be walking slowly, but each step covered several meters, and he arrived in just a few breaths.

The old man appeared to be in his sixties, with bulging temples, piercing eyes, and a faint aura surrounding his body—a sign of the Martial Emperor!

At least a third-rank Martial Emperor!

Upon seeing the old man, Jiang Yuan's face immediately lit up with excitement and a sinister grin: "Old Wu!!"

He turned to look at Ye Feng, his arrogance returning, filled with chilling smugness: "Boy, Old Wu is a third-grade Martial Emperor! You should know very well the power of a third-grade Martial Emperor! Hand over the medicinal herbs immediately, then kneel down, kowtow to me, apologize, and cut off your own arms, or your life will be in danger today!"

Ye Feng just sneered – even at this point, Jiang Yuan is still thinking about medicinal herbs?

That's incredibly stupid!!

Ye Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold. Without the slightest hesitation, he twisted Jiang Yuan's entire arm off right in front of Elder Wu!

"Snap!"

"Ah—!!!" Jiang Yuan let out a pig-like scream as Ye Feng twisted his entire right arm off at a bizarre angle, the white bone piercing through the flesh and exposing it, blood spurting out! A horrifying sight!

Ye Feng remained unfazed, looking at Old Wu, who was now enraged and whose gaze could practically kill, and said, word by word, in an icy and disdainful voice, "Old thing, who do you think you are to threaten me?"

"Is a third-rank Martial Emperor so impressive? I just killed one recently."

"If you want to die, come here."

"I'll give you a ride right now!"