Dream Walker: Feng Shui Master Bai Ya

Shenjiayuan Antique Market is a world-renowned secondhand market, and its scale exceeded Shang Muchen's imagination.

It's been many years since I last came here. I remember when I was a child, I used to come here to look for comic books. Back then, the market was just a dilapidated tin shack. Now it's been transformed into a magnificent, antique-style market with a strong cultural charm.

Following his fourth uncle's information, Shang Muchen entered the boutique area in the center of the market and came to a shop with a sign that read "Xun Gu Zhai".

Upon entering the store and registering, the staff led Shang Muchen into the VIP room, where his fourth uncle was sitting and chatting with two men over tea.

Upon seeing Shang Muchen arrive, Fourth Uncle warmly introduced him, saying, "Little Chen, come and meet them! These two are my sworn brothers. Quickly call them Uncle and Second Uncle!"

"Hello, sir! Hello, second uncle!"

Shang Muchen bowed politely.

The man referred to as "Grandpa" was a fat man with large gold teeth, a face full of fat, a long scar on his chin, and tattoos on his neck. He looked very fierce and was no less than sixty years old.

The one referred to as "Second Uncle" was an even older-looking man with shifty eyes, a face full of wrinkles, and skin tanned to a purplish hue reminiscent of soy sauce. His old face was comparable to that of a braised duck.

The two old men were clearly not good people, but when they saw Shang Muchen, they both smiled and warmly invited him to sit down.

"Little Chen, if you ever get into trouble in the martial arts world, just mention my name, Fatty Jin!" the old man with the gold tooth said, patting his chest.

"I have friends in both the legal and illegal worlds, in both government and business, I guarantee I'll protect you and make sure you don't suffer any losses!"

The old man, who looked like a braised duck, rolled his small green beady eyes and said, "Little Chen, let me tell you the truth."

Our sect isn't very popular these days.

We five brothers swore brotherhood, but the third brother is still in jail, the fifth brother has escaped abroad, and neither your uncle nor I have found a suitable apprentice. Only the fourth brother, Shang, has a successor, which we envy.

I heard you got the nickname "White Raven," that's fantastic!

"Second Uncle, I will definitely help you make a name for yourself, and let other sects in the martial arts world see that our Northern School of Feng Shui has worthy successors."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, second sir!"

Shang Muchen didn't know who these two old men were, but they didn't seem like ordinary good people, so he didn't want to ask too much.

Uncle Si was chatting animatedly with them, and Shang Muchen listened, it seemed they were talking about tomb raiding in a certain place in the south.

"The Hu family of the Southern School got into trouble for tomb raiding and were arrested by the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau." The old man with the gold teeth grinned, his face full of smug, mischievous laughter.

"I heard they opened the tomb of the ancient Dian King, committing a grave taboo! These bastards are willing to risk their lives for money!" Uncle Si complained.

The old man, his face ashen like a braised duck, poured himself a drink, picked up his teacup, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I heard they're employed by Takeuchi Corporation..."

"What? The Hu family of the Southern School has gotten involved in the 'Sakaki Lotus' scheme?" Fourth Uncle exclaimed in surprise.

Shang Muchen's heart stirred, remembering that when he asked his fourth uncle if he knew about "Sakaki Lotus," the uncle had pretended not to know.

"Absolutely! Those Japanese devils are wicked! All they think about is scheming to take advantage of our precious treasure!" the old man with the gold teeth said, clicking his tongue.

"Speaking of treasures, I recently acquired one." The second uncle pulled a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to the gold-toothed uncle, saying, "Brother, take a look. This thing of mine, is it genuine or not?"

"Oh ho?" The old man with the gold teeth took the jade pendant, sat up straight, put on his glasses, and examined it carefully while rubbing it in his hands. "This is a horse-shaped pendant from the Song Dynasty."

The horse is in good condition, but unfortunately, it has some bumps and scratches, and its leg seems a bit damaged.

"That's right, this is the part that's a bit lacking, lame horse, haha." Second Uncle took the jade pendant from Gold Tooth Uncle and handed it to Fourth Uncle.

Uncle Si glanced at it, shook his head dismissively, and laughed, "It won't exceed 100,000 yuan, at most 50,000."

"Okay then, I bought it for eight thousand yuan, I made a profit." Uncle Er laughed.

Fourth Uncle handed the jade pendant to Shang Muchen.

Shang Muchen didn't understand at all and couldn't see anything good about it, but he still pretended to look at it.

However, the moment Shang Muchen touched the jade pendant, the radio that Ma the Cripple had given him in his backpack suddenly emitted a loud "buzz," startling everyone present.

Shang Muchen almost dropped the jade pendant. He quickly returned it to his second uncle, took out the radio, and turned the knob to the off position.

"What the hell? A kid your age listening to the radio? That's so rare." The old man with the gold teeth held out his hand, and Shang Muchen obediently handed over the radio.

The moment the old man with the gold teeth took the radio, his expression changed.

He stared at the radio for a full five seconds before turning to look at his fourth uncle.

Fourth Uncle was taken aback, then took the radio, fiddled with it for a moment, and his expression instantly turned serious.

"Xiao Chen, where did you get this treasure?"

"Baby? That's all?" Shang Muchen asked, pointing at the radio in confusion.

The second uncle reached out and took the radio, fiddled with it in his hand for a moment, and then brought it close to the jade pendant. Sure enough, the radio blared again.

Second Uncle's beady eyes were wide open, and his face was even more purple than braised duck, practically black.

"Fourth brother, your nephew's got some nerve, playing this high?"

"Xiao Chen! Tell the truth! Where did you come from?" Fourth Uncle asked sternly.

Shang Muchen felt a little wronged and briefly explained the matter of Ma the Cripple.

Uncle Si frowned upon hearing this and turned to look at Grandpa Gold Tooth and Grandpa Second.

"Fourth brother, have you heard of this cripple Ma?"

Fourth Uncle nodded and said, "It seems there is such a person, a madman at my sister-in-law's workplace."

But how did he get his hands on a treasure of this caliber?

Does possessing this treasure violate the "Law on the Prevention, Management and Control of Supernatural Disasters"?

"It's really hard to say..." The second uncle returned the radio to Shang Muchen, rubbed his nose, and instructed, "Young Shang, remember, don't let anyone see that you have this radio."

"Grandpa, Second Grandpa, Fourth Uncle, please stop scaring me. What is this?" Shang Muchen asked, his voice trembling with tears.

"Let me explain it to you, and you'll understand," the gold-toothed old man said, pointing to the radio. "What you have in your hand is a typical crystal radio, isn't it?"

"right……"

"Ordinary crystal radios use pyrite," the gold-toothed old man explained, "but the crystal in this cell phone you're holding is an extremely rare mineral."

Let me explain it to you like this: the minerals here don't come from Earth, but are an alien gem called the "Philosopher's Stone."

"Huh? It's really from aliens?" Shang Muchen looked at the radio in his hand in surprise.

"Didn't you practice observing qi? Just use your 'mind's eye' to look and you'll know," the second uncle said. "The technology and special gemstones used in this radio will generate a very spiritual qi field, which you can tell at a glance."