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

After the gray-robed Taoist finished speaking, the entire audience fell silent for two seconds.

Then a cacophony of noises came from all directions.

"Is there one more?"

"The Qi family actually had two collectible items?"

"What can be compared to the Seven-Star Lamp? There's a limit to bragging."

"I can't imagine what kind of collection could rival the Seven Star Lamp."

An elderly collector in the front row shook his head.

"The Qi family is an old and established family of collectors, with three generations of accumulation. Their wealth is indeed substantial, but to compare with the Four Sacred Artifacts of Taoism... I can't think of any."

A young man next to him shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Don't forget, there were some good items among the goods that the Qi family's ancestors had in the late Qing Dynasty. Back then, they were worth more on the black market than genuine antiques."

"Their capabilities are beyond our comprehension!"

The live stream chat went crazy.

[No way? There's another trick up your sleeve?]

[Someone investigated the Qi family's background and found they were one of the four great collecting families in the late Qing Dynasty; their cultural heritage is truly impressive.]

[But the Seven-Star Lamp is one of the Four Sacred Artifacts of Taoism! One of the Four Sacred Artifacts! There's only one in the whole world! What does he have to compare it to!]

Don't panic, upstairs. Maybe they really do have something good... After all, the world of collecting is a deep and complex place.

I trust my brother! But I'm also curious what the other side can bring!

Yes! The main wife is invincible!

【Hmm? The main wife, and you?】

Shen Xingzhou stood up.

He straightened his suit jacket, a slight smile still playing on his lips.

"Young Master Qi."

His voice carried a hint of disdain.

"The Seven-Star Lamp is the foremost of the four sacred artifacts of Taoism. It is unique in the world, and a replica cannot be bought for 200 million."

He pointed to the gilded Buddha statue.

"Your Tang Dynasty bronze Buddha is no match for it. Even if you bring out another one, no matter how well you add it together, it won't even amount to a fraction of its value."

He crossed his arms and slightly raised his chin.

"There's no shame in admitting defeat, and there's really no need to force it."

Qi Liancheng was not angry.

He smiled, a faint and cold smile.

"Brother Shen, some things cannot be judged solely by their market price."

He stepped aside.

"Please."

The gray-robed Taoist stood up and walked towards the side door.

Thirty seconds later, two assistants dressed in black pushed a closed display case out.

The display case was entirely covered in black velvet, with yellow paper talismans pasted on the four corners.

This scene caused everyone in the know to change their expressions simultaneously.

Yellow paper talisman!

For sealing off the town!

What items need to be sealed off for transportation?

The gray-robed Taoist walked up to the display case and grinned at everyone.

Then he reached out and peeled off the yellow paper talismans one by one.

When the third one is revealed.

The temperature has dropped.

It's not an illusion.

The warmth in my body felt like it had been forcibly sucked away by something.

A female collector in the front row couldn't help but rub her arms.

"Why is it suddenly so cold..."

The fourth talisman was removed.

The gray-robed Taoist priest lifted the black velvet cloth.

Inside the display case, a bronze mirror lay quietly.

It is about one foot in diameter, with a blackish-bronze color and a non-reflective mirror surface.

The back is covered with dense inscriptions, with nine coiled snake patterns between the characters.

The snakes' heads face the center of the mirror, forming a bizarre array.

In the center of the mirror, a dark red mist can be vaguely seen slowly flowing.

The temperature in the stadium dropped another three degrees.

Zhou Dechang suddenly stood up.

His reading glasses almost slipped off his nose.

"This is……"

Ji Jingshan also got up, took two steps to the display case, and stared intently at the inscription on the back of the bronze mirror.

"It's...it's the Nine-Headed Serpent Soul-Devouring Mirror!"

Ji Jingshan's voice turned somber.

"Forged at the end of the Warring States period, it is said to have originated from the Yin-Yang School, and the souls of nine blood pythons were refined into the mirror."

Zhou Dechang responded, his voice extremely low.

"This object is recorded in the Taiping Guangji: [When the mirror is exposed, a cold wind rises, and all ghosts retreat. If a living person gets close to it, their soul will be disturbed]."

He turned to look at Ji Jingshan.

They looked at each other for a moment, and each saw two words in the other's eyes.

trouble.

According to historical records, this mirror entered the private sector at the end of the Tang Dynasty and then disappeared.

Zhou Dechang walked halfway around the display case, bending down to observe the direction of the inscription.

"The casting method of these snake patterns is indeed the style of the Yin-Yang School of the Warring States period, which cannot be imitated by later generations."

Ji Jingshan squatted down and took out a magnifying glass from his pocket.

I watched it for a full minute.

He stood up and let out a long breath.

"real."

Two words.

"The bronze, rust color, and inscription font are all identical to those from the Warring States period."

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

[From the Warring States period! A thousand years earlier than Tang Dynasty Buddhist statues!]

[Nine-Headed Serpent Soul-Devouring Mirror? The name alone is sinister enough!]

[Can anyone knowledgeable explain how much this thing is worth?]

[A friend in the collector's circle said that if this item is genuine, its value is no less than that of the Seven-Star Lamp! Because it is unique!]

But it's an evil artifact! How can an evil artifact be compared to a sacred artifact of Taoism?

The gray-robed Taoist turned around.

He looked at Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan with a forced smile.

"Professors, what is the value of this item?"

Zhou Dechang remained silent for three seconds.

Ji Jingshan spoke up.

"Treasures are neither good nor evil."

The old man's voice was very objective.

"In terms of historical value, cultural relic status, rarity..."

He glanced at the Seven Star Lamp, then at the Nine-Headed Soul-Devouring Mirror.

"These two are equally good."

Four words.

The air in the entire venue froze.

Qi Liancheng smiled.

He stood up from his seat, put his hands in his pockets, and walked calmly to the center of the booth.

"Brother Shen."

His gaze swept over the gilded Buddha statue, then turned to the bronze mirror.

"A Tang Dynasty gilt Buddhist statue, worth over 100 million."

"The Nine-Headed Soul-Devouring Mirror of the Warring States period is comparable to the Seven-Star Dharma Lamp."

He turned around and faced the entire audience.

"Two for one."

He spread his hands, his smile perfectly timed.

"Everyone here is a discerning person; I don't need to elaborate on who has the deeper foundation, do I?"

No one responded.

Silence itself is the answer.

The style of the live stream has changed.

[Holy crap... two items against one, that logic doesn't seem wrong, does it?]

Although a single piece can't compare to the Seven Star Lamp, when you add that Buddha statue worth over 100 million...

Quantity advantage is still an advantage...

Why isn't my older brother saying anything?

Chen Xiaoyu turned the camera towards Shen Xingzhou.

Shen Xingzhou stood still.

His smile had vanished.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and his brows were furrowed.

He looked at the Seven Star Lamp, then at the two items opposite him.

He understands the principles.

The Seven Star Lamp is a single piece of crushed material.

But now that they've stacked two items together, a quantitative change has led to a qualitative change.

In such comprehensive evaluation events, the judges look at the underlying essence.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Qi Liancheng looked at his expression, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

"Brother Shen, this thing called 'foundation'..."

"Miss!"

Suddenly, a hurried voice came from the back of the hall.

Everyone turned their heads.

Uncle Liu.

The 63-year-old housekeeper always walks with an orderly pace.

But at that moment, it rushed in through the side door like a gust of wind.

He ran up to Shen Nianqing, bent over, and gasped for breath.

"Young Miss!"

Shen Nianqing turned her head.

"The third betrothal gift..."

He took a deep breath.

"arrive!"