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

At first, there was an uproar, but then a torrent of discussion and skepticism surged forth: "Has this kid gone mad? He dares to question the things in Wansheng Treasure Pavilion, saying that a painting worth fifty million is only worth five million!"

"So young and arrogant, he's probably just desperate for attention!"

Their eyes were full of mockery and disdain as they looked at Ye Feng, all thinking he was deliberately trying to gain attention by bluffing.

Tang Shuying raised a small eyebrow, her beautiful gaze falling on Ye Feng with a hint of offended sharpness. Her tone was charming yet icy: "Handsome little brother, you've got some nerve, daring to question what I've set my sights on? The reputation of Wansheng Treasure Pavilion is known throughout Jiangcheng. You'll have to take responsibility for your words."

Her aloofness exuded a deadly, mature sexiness. Her fiery red lips were slightly pursed, and her voluptuous figure, wrapped in a dark green cheongsam, outlined a stunning curve. Every move she made was mesmerizing. Ye Feng's gaze lingered on her, then he smiled slightly and said calmly, "Rich lady, don't be angry. Whether you're spouting nonsense or not, you'll know once I explain."

Ye Feng walked slowly to the painting and pointed with his hand: "Look at the ink in this painting. It looks rich and antique, but it is not top-notch at all. The real imperial ink needs to be boiled with thousand-year-old sandalwood leaves for forty-nine days and then dried using the secret method of the palace. The humidity is strictly controlled. It can still have a unique charm after a hundred years. The best way to identify it is by smelling it."

"Smell?" Tang Shuying's almond-shaped eyes flashed with surprise, clearly she had never heard of this saying before. Zhao Xiaoxiao next to her also pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an intellectual and mature aura, but she couldn't hide her curiosity.

"Not bad." Ye Feng put his hands in his pockets, confident and ostentatious. "Imperial ink, also known as ambergris incense, has a clear and mellow ambergris scent. This is the mark of ink specially supplied to the royal family. Those who know their stuff can recognize it at a glance."

These words caused a brief silence in the room, but many antique connoisseurs looked on with certainty: "This is indeed the case online and at various antique appraisal events!"

Tang Shuying became even more interested, taking a few steps forward and bending slightly. She brought her delicate nose close to the scroll, sniffing it lightly. Her dark green cheongsam accentuated her full curves, causing a collective gasp from those around her. The next second, her beautiful eyes narrowed sharply, a strange light flashing across them: "You really didn't lie to me!"

Several seasoned collectors quickly stepped forward to imitate them, but after a light sniff, their expressions changed drastically, and they exclaimed in surprise, "There's none! It only smells like ordinary ancient sandalwood! It's definitely not imperial ink!"

"My God, this young man is telling the truth!"

Ye Feng smiled and nodded, admiring Tang Shuying's figure as he calmly said, "This ink is a tribute ink commonly used by famous Song Dynasty artists. Although it is considered a treasure, it is far less valuable than the imperial ink used in the palace. This alone diminishes the value of the painting by more than half."

The crowd erupted in astonishment, their gazes towards Ye Feng instantly shifting from mockery to amazement: "This kid's got something! That level of professionalism... you couldn't achieve that without twenty or thirty years of experience!"

"No wonder he dared to question it in public; he really has the ability!"

Yuan Dong's face flushed red and then paled, his expression growing increasingly grim. He forced himself to step forward and retort, "So what if the ink isn't imperial ink! This painting is magnificent and antique. Top experts have authenticated it as a masterpiece of ancient art. A price tag of fifty million is absolutely justified. You can't exactly say the painting itself is fake!"

The appraiser beside Tang Shuying immediately echoed, his face full of certainty: "That's right! I just examined it carefully. The workmanship, handwriting, and copying techniques of the painting are all top-notch. It's a genuine masterpiece, absolutely no problem!"

Tang Shuying immediately became interested. Her full breasts trembled slightly with her breath, and her almond-shaped eyes stared intently at Ye Feng, full of inquiry. She wanted to see what other surprising things he could say.

Zhao Xiaoxiao also put away her hostility, pushed up her glasses, and looked at Ye Feng with a hint of expectation, wanting to tell whether he was truly insightful or just trying to gain attention.

Seeing this, Ye Feng's lips curled into a playful smile. He strode straight towards the controversial ancient painting, raising his hand to touch it. Yuan Dong's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, and he shouted sharply, "Stop! What do you think you're doing! This is an ancient painting! Can you afford to pay for it if you damage it?!"

All eyes instantly focused on Ye Feng's hand, and the atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.

Yuan Dong's expression changed drastically, and he shouted angrily, "Boy, what do you think you're doing?! Are you planning to destroy the painting? This ancient painting's value will plummet if it's even slightly damaged. Can you afford to pay for it?!"

Tang Shuying frowned slightly, but remained calm and composed. She smiled and said generously, "It's alright, let him touch it. If he really breaks it, it's on me. I want to see what tricks he can come up with."

Ye Feng chuckled upon hearing this, his hand slowly stroking the painting, his fingertips lightly grinding against it. He closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then opened them and spoke confidently, his tone tinged with a hint of arrogance: "This painting feels thick and smooth to the touch, the texture is indeed excellent, but it has a slight grainy feel, definitely not the quality one would expect from imperial silk! Genuine imperial silk is exclusively supplied to Qianzhou, crafted by hundreds of professionals, its surface silky smooth to the touch, without the slightest roughness!"

"Furthermore, while the painting's texture appears antique, it's excessively uniform, with stiff, artificially aged blemishes at the edges. The natural classic style has been oxidized by time, and the texture is mottled with varying shades of black and blue—this is the biggest flaw!"

These words were clear and concise, getting straight to the point. The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts churning with emotion. Unable to contain themselves any longer, they surged forward to imitate the touch, their fingertips tracing the surface. Sure enough, they all felt the subtle graininess and noticed the unnatural color at the edges. Someone immediately exclaimed, "What?! It's exactly as he described! It really does have a grainy texture, and the edge color is weird!"

Ye Feng glanced at the solemn-faced appraiser and beckoned with his finger: "Come here."

The appraiser frowned: "What?"

"Do you have a magnifying glass?" Ye Feng got straight to the point.

"Yes, what's wrong?" the appraiser asked hesitantly.

"Take it out and look closely at the center of the painting, about thirty centimeters below it. I guarantee you'll find something astonishing."

The appraiser was skeptical, feeling that Ye Feng was being overly nitpicky. However, at Tang Shuying's prompting, he quickly pulled out a magnifying glass and bent down to examine the item. Once he started looking, he couldn't take his eyes off it. The more he looked, the paler his face became, and he couldn't help but curse, "Holy crap! How is this possible! How could I have misjudged it!"

Tang Shuying's heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "What are you muttering to yourself? What did you discover?"

The appraiser looked up abruptly, his voice filled with excitement and horror, his tone utterly incredulous: "Mr. Tang! There's a serious problem with this painting! The spot he pointed to has a seamless, almost invisible, seam-like seam, a tiny break that's practically imperceptible to the naked eye! While the core essence of the painting hasn't been altered, it has still affected the original's artistic conception. It seems its value has been reduced by at least 90%!"

This professional analysis definitively confirmed the painting's flaws. Tang Shuying's delicate body trembled, her sexy lips parted slightly, and she looked at Ye Feng with amazement in her eyes. Her large chest heaved, filled with joy and admiration, and she blurted out, "Little brother, you're amazing! You even saw through such a hidden flaw! How did you do it???"