It's already 2026, how can we still talk about having many children and having many blessings?

What the hell!

These people were actually bigwigs in Kyoto's cultural circles, and they even had some connection with the real Linglong Jushi.

This time, we're here to expose fakes.

At this moment, Qin Tianping stepped forward first and said in a low voice, "Master Chen, may I speak with you in private?"

"Why borrow? Just say it to my face. We're here for nothing to hide; we're here to expose fraud."

One of the elderly men, with gray hair, had a cold expression.

"Our most respected teacher, Laywoman Linglong, has long since passed away, and we will never allow anyone to use her name for profit."

"That's right, your name is Chen Mo, right? Old Qin told us that you have powerful backing, but we're not afraid."

Qin Tianping wore a wry smile and looked apologetic.

"Mr. Chen, before, when I wanted to investigate you, I went to Kyoto to visit some old friends..."

He gave an explanation.

He had indeed wanted to investigate Chen Mo's background before.

Later, at Xiao Mo Li's full moon celebration, they saw for the first time the unique shadow carving technique of Linglong Jushi, and then spent a lot of money to order jade carvings from Chen Mo.

These important figures have been watching them closely, waiting for them to come and expose the fake jade carvings when they come to collect them.

"Mr. Chen, I'm so sorry..."

Chen Mo sneered inwardly.

Qin Tianping is a real old fox.

They brought these people here on purpose, yet they apologized first.

Isn't the point to find out if it's a work by Linglong Jushi?

After all, such a huge price was paid.

These important figures were certain that the Laywoman Linglong had already passed away.

Alright, it's good that you brought these people along.

This was just the right opportunity for him to truly enter this circle.

Hey, he's a true disciple of Master Linglong, while the leader of these old men is just a nominal disciple of Master Linglong.

The other two were not even disciples in name only; they had only received guidance from Layman Linglong.

"It's alright. Whether it's my master, Layman Linglong's work or not, everyone will know once they see it."

Chen Mo first walked into his studio, and the moment he entered, he placed five jade carvings on the worktable from a three-dimensional space.

Then he opened the door and said, "Please come in."

Qin Tianping came in immediately.

Upon seeing the jade carving on the workbench, he immediately went over and examined it closely for a while, then took out a magnifying glass and held it up to look at it.

The others immediately moved closer to examine it.

"This...this really is Shadow Strike!"

The elderly man at the head of the group spoke in a trembling voice.

"Look at this angle. With the light shifting, the characters emerge from the jade's texture... Only a lay Buddhist could achieve this!"

"And the lines of this carving are so seamless, executed in one continuous stroke, without any pauses or modifications, as if created by nature itself..."

"This is no longer a skill, this is the essence of Tao."

"Look at the movement of this knife. From the beginning to the end, there is no hesitation. Every stroke is just right. Adding even a fraction would be too much, and subtracting even a fraction would be too little."

"Only the Exquisite Heaven-Mending Hand can reach such a level."

"That's right. My late master's works have this kind of quality. They are free and spontaneous, yet they are in accordance with the rules in every aspect."

Several elderly men surrounded the five jade carvings, completely absorbed, their eyes even slightly reddening.

Qin Tianping, Sun Zhengqing, and the others beamed with joy.

If even these people have said so, then this must be the work of Linglong Jushi.

"Hahaha, great, great!" Qin Tianping was the first to pick up his piece. "I'm definitely going to treasure this one!"

"Yes, yes, right now, only a few of us have Linglong Jushi's works."

The elderly man at the head of the group turned to Chen Mo, his eyes filled with hope.

"Mr. Chen, we were rude. However, my late master has indeed passed away. May I ask who your master was...?"

Chen Mo's expression was calm and unfathomable.

"My master is indeed the Linglong Laywoman. The one you know is my grandmaster, and my master is her true disciple, who inherited this title."

"So that's how it is!" The old man exclaimed excitedly. "This is truly a cause for celebration! We thought our master hadn't passed on his true teachings..."

"My late master was devoted to her craft throughout her life and often lamented that she could not find a true disciple to inherit her mantle."

"We old folks, although we received some guidance from her, only scratched the surface. Now that we know her skills have been truly passed down, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"Yes, if this skill is lost, it will be a loss to the entire cultural sphere."

"Mr. Chen, may we meet your master? We have a few cultural relics that we would like him to help restore."

Chen Mo shook his head. "My master doesn't see outsiders, but if you need to restore cultural relics, you can bring them here."

"Alright, alright, we'd like to shamelessly ask our master to carve a few pieces for us..."

Chen Mo waved his hand, "I'm not selling my own high-grade raw stones for the time being. I'm not short of money. However, I can accept materials for carving."

"However, if you want my master to work on it, it has to be a high-grade raw stone. The craftsmanship fee will be very expensive, even exceeding the value of the raw stone itself."

High-grade jade is an important energy source for activating the Anywhere Door, so we won't sell it until there are alternatives.

"We understand." The elders nodded. "We will prepare the raw stones ourselves."

"Alright, whatever your requirements are, just tell my disciple."

Chen Mo introduced the Jade Linglong to them.

"Linglong has already received the true teachings. Take a look at her work. If your requirements aren't too high, you can contact her."

They walked to Yu Linglong's worktable, picked up a jade carving to look at it, then changed to another one, their faces full of shock.

"Incredible... His swordsmanship has already captured the essence of the Linglong Hermit. Although he hasn't quite mastered it yet, he has already captured the spirit of the art."

"To be able to sculpt to this level at such a young age, his future is limitless."

Hearing these praises, Yu Linglong's face flushed slightly. She glanced at Chen Mo, her eyes filled with gratitude.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while and seeing everyone off, Chen Mo prepared to attend the full moon celebration.

"Master, are you free lately? I'd like to learn more from you."

I should be free tomorrow.

He drove back to Cuihu Road.

Gu Qingyao was already waiting at the door.

She wore a light-colored cheongsam, her hair was tied up, and she looked elegant and dignified.

"Is everything ready?"

"Hmm, a safety amulet should suit me."

Chen Mo handed her the brocade box.

Gu Qingyao opened the brocade box and took a look, her face full of surprise.

"Wow, this is your master's cooking again. I don't even want to give it away; I want to save it for our children."

"I'll give our child an even better one later."

"Okay, let's go then, don't keep them waiting too long."

After getting into Gu Qingyao's car, they soon arrived at the Provincial Party Committee Family Compound on Cuihu Road.

The electric sliding gate had two uniformed security guards standing at the entrance. They weren't wearing police uniforms, but they stood upright with alert eyes.

Chen Mo could tell at a glance that these two were experts.

They also subconsciously stared at Chen Mo, as if they sensed some kind of danger.

The family compound consists of rows of old-style buildings, each six or seven stories high.

The exterior walls are covered with light yellow tiles, maintaining a unified style. The buildings are spaced far apart, and tall trees are planted, their canopies shading most of the courtyard.

Several black sedans were parked on the side of the road, with unassuming license plates and no particularly eye-catching models.

The courtyard was quiet. Several elderly people were playing chess under the shade of the trees, and a woman was taking a walk pushing a stroller.

I went up to the third floor of Building 7 and rang the doorbell.

The woman who opened the door was in her fifties, wearing a casual dark coat and an apron, with a gentle demeanor.

"Old Gu, Qingyao's here, come in quickly."

"Hello, Aunt Zhao."

Upon entering, I saw several people sitting in the living room, chatting and drinking tea.

To Chen Mo's surprise, the three bigwigs in the cultural circle also came.

However, he didn't care who had come, because the system had already popped up an interface.

It really was Little Twelve's full moon celebration.

He glanced at the woman holding the baby and was deeply shocked.

Holy crap, it's her?