I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Qin Feng ignored the mockery around him.

He looked at Tu Sanye with a playful expression: "Give it to me? You said it yourself."

Before he could finish speaking...

Qin Feng pinched one corner of the "scrap metal" with two fingers.

The thumb and forefinger exert force suddenly.

"open."

Click—!

A crisp sound.

The thick layer of reddish-brown rust was actually crushed and peeled off by Qin Feng's two fingers.

Followed by.

Om-!

A dazzling golden light, so bright it was impossible to look directly at, burst forth from Qin Feng's fingertips!

It wasn't the vulgar luster of gold, but a cold, sharp, platinum-gold light that seemed to cut through the line of sight!

With a flick of Qin Feng's wrist, the outer layer of meteorite iron completely fell off, revealing a palm-sized, crystal-clear metal core inside.

Qin Feng casually tossed the small piece of metal onto the table.

laugh!

A soft sound.

That incredibly hard rosewood round table was cut open like tofu, with a crack three inches deep!

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even making a cutting sound.

Its sharpness is terrifying!

The laughter stopped abruptly once again.

This silence was even more profound than before.

Everyone had their mouths open, but no sound came out.

"This is... Geng metal?!"

Tu Sanye suddenly stood up, knocking over the chair behind him.

Although he had never seen real Geng metal, as an insider, he had heard of its legendary "indestructible" characteristic countless times!

Those are the core materials for forging legendary divine weapons!

One gram can be exchanged for a priceless courtyard house!

And he just gave this thing away as scrap metal?

Tu Sanye felt his heart was bleeding and he was filled with regret.

"Good eye."

Qin Feng picked up the piece of Geng gold between two fingers, twirled it around on his fingertips, and revealed its sharp edge.

He looked at the pale-faced Third Master Tu: "I'll take this. But I won't take it for nothing."

"What do you want? Pay me?" Master Tu stared intently at the piece of Geng gold, his eyes filled with greed.

"money?"

Qin Feng shook his head. "I'll give you something more important than money."

"life."

Old Man Tu was taken aback, then laughed angrily: "Little brat, I'm tough as nails, even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take me, why would I need you to give me anything?"

Qin Feng smiled faintly as he walked step by step toward Master Tu.

He stopped three steps away from Master Tu, his voice very low:

"Do you experience severe, needle-like pain three inches below your right rib every midnight?"

Do you have a metallic, sweet-smelling taste in your throat every morning when you wake up?

"Have you been feeling heavy in your legs for the past two weeks, as if they were filled with lead, and do you keep dreaming about the owner of this dagger coming after you?"

With each word he spoke, Old Man Tu's face paled a little more.

In the end, Master Tu trembled like a leaf, and the ferocity in his eyes turned into complete fear.

All correct!

Exactly!

This is a secret he didn't even dare tell his closest confidants!

"That's corpse poison entering the marrow."

Qin Feng pointed to Tu Sanye's chest, "This piece of Geng metal is an extremely malevolent object. You are already surrounded by Yin energy. If you carry this thing with you, you will die of festering sores within three months."

"Give me this, and I'll give you a recipe. Eat it, and you can live for another three years."

Pfft!

Without any hesitation.

The arrogant Third Master Tu, who had been so domineering just moments before, suddenly buckled at the knees and knelt directly in front of Qin Feng.

He clasped his hands together and kowtowed to the ground:

"Sir, save me!!!"

"This metal... I offer it with both hands! If only you would show me a way to survive!"

In the face of death, what does face or treasure matter?

That's all bullshit!

Qin Feng looked down at the kneeling Tu Sanye with an indifferent expression.

"Paper and pen."

Uncle Fu quickly handed over paper and pen.

Qin Feng quickly wrote down a prescription and threw it in front of Master Tu.

"Take it with glutinous rice water every day at noon. Also, refrain from killing."

The Third Master was overjoyed, holding the paper and expressing his gratitude profusely.

Qin Feng put away the Geng metal.

[Ding! Core array material "Essence of Geng Metal" detected.]

[Gained 300 Treasure Points.]

The transaction is complete.

Just then, the door to the private room was pushed open.

"Oh, everyone's here?"

An elderly man dressed in a Tang suit, looking energetic, strode in.

He was none other than Gu Yunfeng, a leading figure in the world of antiques.

He was followed by several bodyguards, exuding an imposing aura.

As soon as he entered, Gu Yunfeng saw Qin Feng, his face beaming with smiles: "Young friend Qin! I knew you had an exceptional eye. Is there something good in here?"

Before Qin Feng could speak, Gu Yunfeng's gaze was suddenly drawn to the remaining jade cicada on the table.

It was a white jade cicada crafted using the Han Dynasty's Eight-Cut technique. Its surface was warm and smooth, yet it had a strange dark red patina, as if it contained a pool of blood.

"Great stuff! Great stuff!"

Gu Yunfeng's eyes lit up, and he rushed over, picking up the jade cicada and caressing it with obvious affection.

"The patina, the knife work... this is simply a masterpiece of nature! How much? I'll take it!"

Old Master Tu had just gotten up, still shaken, when he saw the big spender arrive. He blurted out a price: "If Old Master likes it... take thirty million to play with."

"make a deal!"

Gu Yunfeng, full of heroic spirit, directly pulled out his card.

Qin Feng frowned.

Under his discerning eye, the jade cicada was no treasure at all; it was clearly a dense, impenetrable mass of black energy!

[Item: Han Dynasty Blood Jade Cicada]

[Status: Extremely ominous. It has been contained within the mouth of the deceased for a thousand years, sealing away resentment.]

[Consequences: The wearer will inevitably suffer bloodshed, family ruin, and extinction of their lineage within one month.]

"ancient."

Qin Feng couldn't help but speak up, "We can't buy this."

Gu Yunfeng was immersed in the joy of finding a bargain when he heard this and was taken aback:

Why?

"This is a 'Tongue-Pressing Cicada'." Qin Feng pointed to the dark red stain. "That's not natural blood stain; it's the resentment of a dead person before they died, mixed with their corpse blood, seeping into the blood. This thing is extremely ominous. You spent 30 million to buy a death warrant."

Gu Yunfeng's smile froze.

Although he admired Qin Feng's discerning eye for treasures, these words were extremely disappointing, even carrying a hint of curse.

Especially in front of so many peers.

"Young friend Qin."

Gu Yunfeng's face darkened, and his tone carried a hint of an elder's admonition: "You're skilled at appraising treasures and distinguishing fakes, I admire that. But when it comes to metaphysics and fortune-telling, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."

"This jade cicada is as smooth and warm to the touch, clearly an auspicious omen. How did it become a death warrant in your mouth?"

"Young man, you should really be careful not to talk too much!"

Having said that, Gu Yunfeng ignored Qin Feng and slammed the card on the table: "Swipe! I'll take this. It's so smooth and warm, perfect for wearing close to the body!"

Uncle Fu wanted to persuade him, but seeing his old man's stubborn temper, he could only sigh.

Qin Feng shook his head as he looked at the wisp of black energy that suddenly gathered between Gu Yunfeng's brows.

Good advice is useless to persuade a damned ghost, and compassion is useless to save someone who has cut themselves off.