The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

As soon as Fang Shouye finished speaking, the entire room erupted in a buzz.

"A counterfeit? They spent thirty years making a fake?"

"Is the old man going to ruin his reputation in his later years? Is he using counterfeit goods to scam investors?"

A cold glint flashed in Pei Jingchuan's eyes. His assistant leaned closer.

"Young Master Pei, given the situation... should we retreat?"

Pei Jingchuan didn't move.

He is waiting.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[A counterfeit as the grand finale? Is this old man out of his mind?]

I thought it was something amazing, but it turns out to be a high-quality fake?

[Don't waste your time, streamer. What's so interesting about counterfeit goods?]

Pei Jingchuan was prepared to spend nine figures, but it turned out to be a fake. I couldn't write this script!

Standing in front of the booth, facing the doubts from the audience, Fang Shouye not only did not panic, but the corners of his mouth even turned up.

"Gentlemen."

He reached out and grasped a corner of the black velvet fabric.

"Within the Taoist system, the fact that some things can be made into imitations is a miracle in itself."

With a flick of the wrist.

The black cloth fell to the ground.

All the sounds in the exhibition hall vanished in that instant.

Inside the glass cover, a lamp stands quietly on a rosewood base.

The lamp body is cast entirely in ancient bronze using traditional methods, with seven lamps arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, connected to each other by extremely fine silver wires.

The lampposts are covered with dense cloud-shaped runes in relief, each line flowing with exquisite precision.

There was no flame in the lamp.

But everyone saw the light.

A very faint, almost transparent glow seeps from the bronze surface from the inside out, like the moon sinking to the bottom of the water.

The light was not dazzling or ostentatious; it simply shone quietly, yet it dimmed all other light sources in the exhibition hall.

Gu Xingluo's fingers dug into Shen Nianqing's arm.

"Nianqing...this..."

A collector in the front row stood up, then sat down, then stood up again.

He opened his mouth three times, but not a single word came out.

Pei Jingchuan's pupils contracted slightly.

The live stream was silent for a full four seconds.

Then the comments flooded out like a burst dam.

What's wrong with my eyes? Why is this light shining? It's not powered on!

【Oh my god, what is this thing?!】

[Fake? This is fake? How can a fake look this good?]

I watched for thirty seconds without blinking, and now tears are streaming down my face. It's not from being moved, it's from forgetting to blink.

If this is a fake... how beautiful must the real one be?

Fang Shouye stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed.

"This lamp is called the Seven Star Dharma Lamp."

"The foremost of the four sacred artifacts of Taoism."

The first of the Four Sacred Treasures.

The five words struck, and several people in the front row gasped simultaneously.

According to the ancient book "Shangqing Lingbao Dafu", the Seven Star Lamp was made by the first Celestial Master using seven meteorites as its core and tempering the lamp body with thunder and fire from the nine heavens for forty-nine days.

Fang Shouye walked to the display case, his voice becoming a degree lower.

"On the day the lamp was completed, seven-colored rays of light descended from the sky, and all evil spirits within a hundred miles were extinguished, and all ghosts retreated."

"Once this lamp is lit, it can illuminate both the Yin and Yang realms and remain burning for a thousand years. If it is used in a wedding ceremony, it signifies 'the sun and moon shining together, and eternal brightness,' with the three realms as witnesses, never to be separated."

The audience was silent.

Zhou Dechang took two steps closer, pushed his reading glasses up and down, and stared at the runes on the lamp.

After looking at him for five seconds, he turned to look at Fang Shouye, his voice filled with barely concealed tremor.

"Old Fang, the cloud-shaped characters on this lamp... which ancient book did you copy them from?"

Fang Shouye smiled.

"I spent eleven years photographing those three pages of the 'Record of the Celestial Master's Mansion' from overseas during the Jiajing era."

Zhou Dechang took a breath.

"Eleven years just for three pages?"

"Those three pages depict the complete layout of the seventy-two main patterns on the lamp body."

Fang Shouye raised his hand and pointed to the middle section of the lamppost.

"Look here, at the thirty-sixth turn of the cloud seal script, most imitations have a right angle transition, but the original clearly marks that it should be a seven-degree inward curve."

"Seven degrees?"

Zhou Dechang moved even closer.

"How could such precision be achieved by hand?"

"Tried more than nine hundred times."

Fang Shouye spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about what he had eaten that day.

"The discarded copper scrap filled half a warehouse."

Ji Jingshan walked around from the other side, his attention not on the lamp body, but on the base.

"Maintaining the business, the material of this base..."

He squatted down, his face almost touching the glass.

"Wait, this color, this grain density... you used old Hainan rosewood?"

Fang Shouye nodded.

"This is not ordinary old material."

Ji Jingshan's voice changed.

"This is the heartwood of Dalbergia odorifera! Full of oil and color! This kind of material is currently available on the market..."

"It's expensive but there's no market for it."

Fang Shouye took over the conversation.

"The material used for this base is the last complete core material I purchased in Haikou 23 years ago."

Ji Jingshan suddenly sat up straight and stared at Fang Shouye.

"Are you crazy? Use this piece of material for a base? Cut it up?"

"How can a lamp be worthy of being uncut?"

Ji Jingshan's expression twisted for two seconds, a face contorted with extreme heartache.

The live stream was completely out of control at this point.

The expressions on the two elderly professors' faces said it all! Even the bases are priceless!

The materials someone uses to make a counterfeit item cost more than my entire fortune!

So how much is this lamp actually worth?

Don't ask anymore, it's impossible to give a price estimate because the materials are already unavailable.

[Wait, I checked again. Master Fang said this lamp is called the Seven Star Dharma Lamp, the foremost of the four sacred artifacts of Taoism? If the replica is already this beautiful... what about the real one? Where is the real one now?]

Pei Jingchuan stood there, his face ashen.

What bothered him was that the very existence of this lamp made his strategy of "splurging money" a joke.

This isn't something you can make just by having money.

The eldest grandson of the He family leaned close to his ear and spoke very softly.

"Brother Pei, we can't buy this lamp."

Pei Jingchuan didn't speak, his jawline so taut it could bounce a steel ball.

After introducing the base, Fang Shouye pointed to the inside of the lamp.

"Now look at the lamp wick."

He took a laser pointer out of his pocket, and the light fell on the center of the lamp.

"The wick of the true Seven Star Lamp is made of meteorite iron from outer space. I didn't have any meteorite iron, so I used something else instead."

Zhou Dechang narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"Alexandrite from the Ceylon mining region."

Fang Shouye said.

"Natural, unheat-treated, seven stones, each over five carats."

Zhou Dechang's fingers trembled slightly.

Ji Jingshan took half a step back.

"Use phantom ash as a lamp wick? You…"

"Therefore, it will appear in different colors under different light sources."

Fang Shouye said calmly.

"It's green during the day, red at night, and in the absence of light..."

He raised his hand, gesturing to the staff.

The exhibition hall lights suddenly went out.

In the darkness, the seven lamp wicks simultaneously emitted a ghostly blue light.

The light spread outward from the center of the lamp, forming concentric circles inside the glass cover, like seven pebbles thrown into a lake.

Someone let out a very soft gasp.

The light was not still; it was in motion.

From the first to the seventh lamp, they light up and dim in sequence, following the arrangement of the Big Dipper, repeating in a continuous cycle.

Like the stars breathing.

Shen Nianqing stood in front of the display case, the deep blue light reflecting in her eyes.

She did not speak.

But Chen Xiaoyu noticed that her sister-in-law unconsciously touched the ring on her ring finger.

The lights came back on.

The audience erupted in applause.

Fang Shouye looked around, his gaze finally settling on Shen Nianqing, where he paused for a moment.

"This replica is the culmination of my life's work."

His voice suddenly softened.

"But to be honest, compared to the real Seven-Star Lamp described in ancient texts..."

He shook his head.

"Less than one-tenth."

The entire room fell silent once again.

Pei Jingchuan's expression finally cracked.

The live stream chat was scrolling wildly, but one comment was pushed to the top.

So... who has the real Seven Star Lamp now?