Urban Cultivation: Starting with Winning Back My Wife and Daughter

The difference in collectible value between a restored Jun ware jar and a perfect Jun ware jar is absolutely enormous.

Huang Qingyang was very disappointed. He put away the magnifying glass and said, "Let's go take a look at that thousand-year-old peach wood sword."

Wang Xingyu said, "There's nothing interesting about this thing."

Wang Xingyu recognized the peach wood sword from a great distance.

The sword blade had been tampered with; it appeared to be full of spiritual energy, but in reality, it was no different from an ordinary wooden sword.

The organizer's promotional slogan was actually Zhang Daoling's magic weapon, which is absolutely hilarious.

Even if a peach wood sword without spiritual energy is made of materials that are thousands of years old, and even if it is truly an artifact used by a Taoist patriarch, it is of no use to a cultivator.

Huang Qingyang said in surprise, "I thought you were most interested in peach wood swords."

Wang Xingyu said, "On the contrary, it's the thing I'm least interested in."

Huang Qingyang said, "Then let's go take a look at the other items."

A bodyguard led the three to the exhibition hall on the eleventh floor.

This exhibition room is much larger, and there are many more people here.

What surprised Wang Xingyu the most was that there were actually three Taoist masters among them.

They all carried a trace of magical energy, and their cultivation levels were similar to Sun Wuming's.

These people are insignificant in front of Wang Xingyu, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they are definitely important figures.

So here's the question.

Why would these three high-ranking figures come to the auction?

Could it be for Zhang Daoling's thousand-year-old peach wood sword?

Hmm, that's quite possible!

Their magical power is too low; at most, they can only sense the existence of spiritual energy, but they probably have a hard time sensing what kind of spiritual energy it is.

There are nine lots in this exhibition hall, each worth over 30 million.

Wang Xingyu looked around and found that they were all nice antiques, but their provenance was a bit questionable.

Some of the items were clearly funerary objects that had just been unearthed from an ancient tomb.

However, everyone tacitly agrees with this.

Ghost market auctions only consider price, not provenance.

Looking at the exquisite landscape painting, Wang Xingyu exclaimed, "For Tang Bohu's painting to appear here, the boss behind it is truly remarkable."

Huang Qingyang said, "There are rumors that the Ghost Market auction is backed by very powerful overseas capital. They use all sorts of means to bring our antiques from abroad and then smuggle them into our Xia Kingdom for auction. Although it's illegal, bringing our antiques home is still a meritorious deed."

Wang Xingyu nodded and said, "That's true."

Huang Qingyang asked, "Are there any items you like to bid on?"

Wang Xingyu chuckled and said, "I like them all, but I can't afford them."

Huang Qingyang said, "I can buy it and give it to you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xingyu immediately replied, "Thank you, but no need."

Wang Xingyu knew that an old fox trying to curry favor with him was never a good thing, and he wasn't about to fall for it.

Huang Qingyang said irritably, "Can you please stop being so wary of me? It's like I'm some kind of bad guy."

Wang Xingyu shrugged and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. You just have that shrewd businessman vibe about you."

Huang Qingyang shouted, "Bullshit!"

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly.

Having lived in the Huang family for so many years, Zhao Yuan knew very well that although Huang Qingyang seemed to be living a glamorous life and controlling hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth, he was actually very lonely.

Not to mention outsiders, even his sons and grandsons treat him with utmost respect, afraid of angering him.

Why is Huang Qingyang unwilling to stay in Xingyun?

It's because he feels lonely and isolated at home.

Only Wang Xingyu didn't care about Huang Qingyang's identity at all and dared to joke with him casually.

Huang Qingyang thoroughly enjoyed this way of communicating.

Next, Wang Xingyu looked at the other twenty-four lower-end items.

The so-called low-end value is at least two million, which is enough to buy a decent house in Haijiang.

Wang Xingyu didn't find anything good among the high-end items, but instead found a Buddhist ritual implement among the lowest-end items.

It is a Maitreya Buddha made of gold, about forty centimeters tall, with mediocre craftsmanship, and is definitely not the work of a famous artist.

According to the auction order, the golden Buddha was placed second by the organizer.

In other words, its price ranked second to last among the thirty-six lots.

However, Wang Xingyu discovered that the golden Buddha contained a hidden treasure, a relic left behind by a high-ranking monk.

Sarira are the essence of a Buddhist monk's life after his death, possessing magical powers; they are natural ritual objects.

There are quite a few Buddhist sects in Fengyuexing.

The most powerful relic, when activated by a master of the Yin Spirit Realm, can cleanse all the Yin and evil energy within a radius of a thousand miles with a single strike.

There certainly aren't any relics as amazing as these on Earth now, but their nature should be similar.

Wang Xingyu could buy the golden Buddha, extract the relics inside, carve talismans on it, and then make it into a pendant to hang around Xiao Xin'er's neck.

With this magical artifact, not only can Xiao Xin'er grow up healthy and free from illness and disaster, but it can also provide some protection when she encounters danger.

Seeing this, Huang Qingyang said, "You're a Taoist, so why are you so interested in Maitreya Buddha?"

Wang Xingyu said, "Haven't you heard? Buddhism is Taoism, and Taoism is Buddhism. Buddhism and Taoism come from the same source, they are just two branches."

Huang Qingyang had no idea about these things, and said, "Alright, you're right."

After viewing all the auction items, the staff led these high-class guests to a large hall.

More than 300 people were gathered in the hall, each wearing a mask, which was quite funny.

But Wang Xingyu was startled.

He sensed the fluctuations of eight magical powers, as well as the auras of more than twenty kung fu masters.

In this technologically advanced but spiritually barren era, it's one thing to have a few kung fu masters, but why are there so many magic masters as well?

Without a supply of spiritual energy, how did they cultivate magical power?

Zhao Yuan clearly sensed the presence of these people, and his expression behind the mask became serious.

However, the thought of having a master like Wang Xingyu by my side made me feel much more relaxed.

In fact, as soon as Zhao Yuan entered, his innate-level aura was unintentionally released.

Whether they were sorcerers or martial arts masters, everyone's attention was focused on him.

There's nothing we can do; this guy has only just entered the Innate Realm and can't completely conceal his aura yet.

Wang Xingyu, however, kept a low profile and looked like an ordinary person, thus failing to attract anyone's attention.

The first two rows of seats were reserved by the organizers for top billionaires whose assets exceeded one billion.

Wang Xingyu, Huang Qingyang, and Zhao Yuan sat in the outermost seats of the second row.

At 10:00 AM sharp, the auction officially began.

A man wearing a mask of the God of Wealth went on stage to preside over the auction.

He has excellent oratory skills and is adept at using his words and actions to stir up emotions in the audience.

Just a few words were enough to ignite the atmosphere in the room.

The first item in the auction is a calligraphy work by Wen Zhengming, one of the Four Great Talents of the Ming Dynasty.

Logically, his works should be very expensive, but unfortunately, since it was only half a piece of calligraphy, its value was greatly reduced, and it was bought by a man for 2.3 million.

The second item in the auction was a golden Maitreya Buddha statue containing Buddhist relics.

"This Maitreya Buddha statue is two or three hundred years old. We don't know who created it, but it has very high artistic value. Our starting price is two million, and each bid must be at least one hundred thousand. The auction is now starting."

Wang Xingyu wanted to observe the situation, so he did not immediately raise his paddle.

The auctioneer called out the bid twice, and seeing that no one had made a bid, Wang Xingyu picked up the paddle.

Before he could speak, a loud voice reached his ears from behind.

"Two million."

Wang Xingyu turned his head and glanced at the man, who was wearing a Maitreya Buddha headdress and had a thin build.

This man possessed two kinds of aura: internal energy and magical power.

Taoism and martial arts?

It seems that cultivating magical power in the upper dantian and internal energy in the lower dantian is feasible.

But why did he buy this golden Maitreya Buddha?

Could he also sense the relics inside?

That shouldn't be happening!

Wang Xingyu's mind raced. He raised the sign and said, "Two million one hundred thousand."

The man in the Maitreya mask raised his sign again without hesitation.

Three million.

"Three million one hundred thousand."

"Four million."

"Four million one hundred thousand."

Five million.

"Five million one hundred thousand."

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