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

Xu Wanmei quickly stepped forward, clapping her hands with delight, as if gazing upon a breathtakingly beautiful star, her eyes shining brightly: "Brother Ye Feng is truly amazing! His eye for treasures is even more divine than that of top appraisers!"

Yuan Dong's face was deathly pale. He staggered back half a step, muttering to himself in disbelief, "No, it can't be?! How could such a huge mistake happen in the Treasure Pavilion?!"

Just then, a solemn and dignified voice, carrying a sense of high moral standing, suddenly rang out: "What's all this commotion about?"

Upon hearing the voice, everyone turned around in unison, their expressions changing instantly. The person who had come was none other than Mr. Zhang Shiqing, the owner of Wansheng Treasure Pavilion!

He was nearly seventy years old, dressed in a dark-patterned Tang suit. His beard and hair were silver but meticulously combed. His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and he exuded the calm aura of a master of antiques. No one in Jiangcheng's treasure world dared to disrespect him. The golden reputation of Wansheng Treasure Pavilion was entirely supported by his decades of expertise in appraising treasures.

Upon seeing Zhang Shiqing appear, Yuan Dong grasped at a straw, yet trembled with fear, still reeling from the earlier shock. He stumbled forward, stammering anxiously, "Old Zhang! You've finally arrived!"

"This young man publicly declared that the ancient painting you bought back from Zhongzhou last month was a substandard piece, saying that a painting worth 50 million was only worth 5 million. He even pointed out a bunch of flaws, and even Master Wang confirmed that the painting had been repaired. He's clearly trying to ruin our Treasure Pavilion's reputation!"

Zhang Shiqing was startled by these words, his brows furrowing. His gaze swept over the ancient painting before settling on the composed Ye Feng. His expression turned stern as he spoke: "Young man, my Wansheng Treasure Pavilion has been established in Jiangcheng for decades. Honesty and integrity, guaranteeing authenticity, are the cornerstones of our business. Your arrogant words defaming the collection I personally purchased—do you possess genuine talent, or are you deliberately provoking me to tarnish my reputation?"

"Old man, that's a biased view." Ye Feng smiled faintly, his gaze calm and unwavering, his tone tinged with amusement. "While the Treasure Pavilion is renowned, is it possible that you've misjudged it this time?"

"Absolutely impossible!" Zhang Shiqing's face darkened, his gaze arrogant, his tone unwavering. "I've traveled extensively with my master since I was eight, appraising countless treasures. I examined this painting repeatedly at the Zhongzhou auction; its brushwork and spirit are authentic works of a renowned master from the previous dynasty. How could I have misjudged it? Although you've noticed some signs of repair, you can't completely deny its value!"

"Since you're so stubborn, how about we make a bet?" Ye Feng's lips curled into a provocative smile, his voice booming throughout the hall. "If I can convince you that this painting is no ordinary treasure, I can choose any item from your shop and give it to you for free; if I lose, I'll compensate you with one hundred million for reputational damage, and then kowtow three times to apologize. How about it?"

These words caused an uproar. No one expected Ye Feng to dare to challenge Zhang Shiqing like this, betting 100 million plus kowtowing and apologizing. The stakes were huge, which showed his confidence.

Zhang Shiqing scrutinized Ye Feng for a moment, his heart wavering slightly, but he was swayed by arrogance and pride, and said in a deep voice, "Fine! I've lived a whole life and have never been afraid of anyone. I accept this bet!"

"Excellent." Ye Feng beckoned Zhang Shiqing closer and began to speak clearly and logically, "As I just mentioned, the silk used for the painting is not imperial silk. It has a grainy texture, is artificially aged, and has repair marks. These are all superficial."

"The real key issue is that the pigments used in the repairs don't match the composition of the original. Master artists of previous dynasties typically used mineral pigments, which have a stable color and don't fade easily. However, the repairs use chemical pigments to create an aged look, which is difficult to detect in the short term but will inevitably wear off over time!"

Ye Feng's words were eloquent and incisive, hitting the nail on the head. Zhang Shiqing's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened. His fingertips traced the signature on the painting, his old eyes narrowing slightly, his heart already churning with unease. Yet, he still forced a smile and insisted, "It's just a few minor flaws. Antiques have circulated for centuries, and it's inevitable that later generations would repair and add seals. These flaws alone cannot change the fact that it is a masterpiece!"

"Still not giving up?" Ye Feng's eyes were like torches, and the corners of his mouth curved even more. Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slashed at the repair mark on the painting!

With a soft "rip," the ancient painting was torn open, and everyone stared in astonishment—the painting was actually made of two layers! The outer layer was the repaired masterpiece, and the inner layer was lined with another layer of silk, the stitching clearly visible!

"How is this possible?!" Zhang Shiqing was struck dumb, staggering back two steps, his face full of disbelief, his previous arrogance completely gone.

Tang Shuying and Xu Wanmei were so shocked their eyes widened. Yuan Dong collapsed to the ground, and Zhao Xiaoxiao forgot to maintain her cool demeanor; her eyes behind her glasses were filled with astonishment: "How did they find this out?!"

Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back and smiled calmly: "It's very simple. The repair marks I pointed out earlier, thirty centimeters below the center of the painting, were flaws after the painting was damaged. In order to cover up the damage, someone used a combination of high technology and ancient methods to preserve the appearance of the surface painting and increase its value. Unfortunately, no matter how skillful the technique is, it can't escape my eyes. Therefore, the composite painting has been greatly devalued. Five million is an overestimation."

"So that's how it is!" Everyone suddenly realized, and looked at Ye Feng with awe. This kind of treasure appraisal method was simply divine!

Zhao Xiaoxiao snapped out of her daze and glared angrily at Ye Feng: "I do admire your expertise in appraising treasures, but now you've directly torn open the ancient painting and completely destroyed it. It's not even worth five million!"

Ye Feng turned to Tang Shuying and smiled slightly: "Rich lady, this painting is worth at most tens of thousands of yuan now. Would you still be willing to buy it?"

Tang Shuying had long lost interest in the ancient painting, her gaze fixed entirely on Ye Feng. Her sexy red lips parted slightly, and she spoke with admiration: "This painting is worthless to me, but your skill has impressed me greatly. I'm willing to spend a million to buy this painting as a memento."

"She's incredibly powerful!! No wonder she's a top-tier rich woman!!" Everyone exclaimed in surprise, marveling at Tang Shuying's wealth, generosity, and extraordinary magnanimity.

Zhang Shiqing, his face filled with shame, bowed deeply to Tang Shuying and Ye Feng, saying, "Miss Tang's magnanimity is beyond my comprehension! I misjudged what happened today, and I apologize to both of you. From now on, Miss Tang will receive a 20% discount on all her purchases!"

However, just when everyone thought the matter was settled.

Ye Feng walked up to Tang Shuying, blew a warm breath into her ear, making her feel ticklish and tingly. Her face flushed, and she felt a little flustered. Ye Feng smiled ambiguously and boldly, his eyes like clouds, and said, "Congratulations, you rich sister! You've finally bought a true treasure!"

"A treasure?? What does this mean?!" Tang Shuying's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment at Ye Feng's dashing and handsome demeanor.

"The answer will be revealed soon!!" Ye Feng's lips curled into a mysterious smile, then he walked calmly to the ancient painting and tore it open completely, taking out a small, palm-sized antique brocade package from the hidden compartment.

He unwrapped the package in front of everyone, revealing a magnificent and extraordinary painting with flowing and lively brushstrokes and a transcendent artistic conception.

Everyone's gaze fell dead instantly!

Then they stared intently at the painting, one second, two seconds, three seconds, five seconds!! The entire room erupted in a frenzy: "My God! This brushwork is Wu Ruiqian's masterpiece! You must know that Wu Ruiqian was the most outstanding painter of the Northern Song Dynasty!!"

"How...how is this possible?! If this were true, wouldn't it be defying the heavens?!"

The appraiser beside Tang Shuying was also extremely shocked, but he gritted his teeth and said, "It's fake!! It's absolutely fake!!! Very few genuine works by Wu Ruiqian exist in the world, how could it be hidden in this painting!"

Zhang Shiqing lunged forward, trembling as he picked up the small painting. He pressed a magnifying glass against the canvas, afraid of missing a single detail, but the more he looked, the more his eyes widened in shock and excitement. Finally, he began to tremble wildly, his eyes bulging as if about to pop out: "It's real! It's real! This is Wu Ruiqian's lost masterpiece, 'Nine Dragons Soaring Across the Land,' a hundred times more precious than this outer painting!"

He turned to look at Ye Feng, and almost collapsed to the ground, trembling as he asked, "Young man, what... what exactly happened?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly, his tone calm and persuasive, and said indifferently to the whole audience: "The author of the ancient painting on the outer layer should be a famous artist who both loved and hated Wu Ruiqian. Most likely, out of jealousy of Wu Ruiqian's talent and resentment that his own skills were inferior, he hid Wu Ruiqian's original work in the inner layer of his own painting. This way, he could possess the original work and show off his own skills, thus fulfilling his obsession."

"That's incredible! He even managed to deduce that!?" Zhang Shiqing looked at Ye Feng with the same awe he felt towards a monster.

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow casually: "Old man, does the bet from earlier still stand?"

"It counts! Of course it counts!" Zhang Shiqing was so excited that he bowed deeply to Ye Feng, almost kneeling. "Mr. Ye's appraisal skills are unparalleled throughout history! I've never admired anyone in my life, but you are the first and only one! Please choose whatever you like from the shop!"

Ye Feng didn't bother with formalities and went straight to the three-legged cauldron he had already set his sights on in the corner. He picked it up, and it felt cold and heavy to the touch. The moment he probed it with his true energy, he was overjoyed—it was actually forged from Tianshan Xuanneng Iron, a genuine Saint-grade cauldron, perfect for refining medicinal herbs!

At this moment, Tang Shuying, gazing at Ye Feng's retreating figure, was already filled with fervor, completely captivated. She quickly stepped forward, rushing behind Ye Feng. Ye Feng, hearing this, instinctively turned around, and the two instantly collided in each other's arms. The soft, burning touch spread throughout his body, and Ye Feng couldn't help but secretly exclaim, "Hiss, so good..."

A nosebleed nearly gushed out.

Tang Shuying stumbled from the impact, and Ye Feng quickly pulled her into his arms. Their eyes met, and Tang Shuying blushed crimson to her neck, blushing shyly. "Little brother," she said, "your treasure-hunting skills have me completely captivated. I'll offer you 300 million, no, 500 million a year to be my personal consultant. Would you... would you be willing?"

Ye Feng, however, breathed softly, his lips lightly brushing against her ear, his tone ambiguous and playful, as if he had her completely under his thumb, and said with a smile, "Rich lady, I'm not interested in a personal consultant, but I do like you quite a bit. How about you hire your younger brother as your personal bed companion?"

"Ah??" Tang Shuying's heart started racing, her entire voluptuous upper body was filled with emotional turmoil, her fiery red lips were almost bitten raw, reason and admiration were fighting fiercely, and she could barely control herself.

However, at this very moment...

boom!!!

Suddenly, the roar of a car engine filled the air outside. Then, sitting in a wheelchair, his injured leg in a cast, he raised high, utterly humiliated and filled with boundless hatred. Driven by a burning desire for revenge, Yun Muchuan roared repeatedly at the Treasure Pavilion: "Ye Feng! You damned bastard!! I know you're in there, get out here!! You stole my fiancée and humiliated me, Yun Muchuan!! Today, I, Yun Muchuan, will make you pay for this in blood!!!"