Chapter: 142

Just as this thing fell down, Ye Chen's brow furrowed and he stared intensely at what was on the ground.

This thing was a white egg-shaped stone about the size of a fist, identical to those found on riverbanks, with no luster.

However, there was one difference: this stone had a few characters carved onto it - "Peaceful Wealth!"

The font was rough and amateurish, clearly man-made.

Such stones are everywhere in scenic areas; they're basically worthless, which is why the boss didn't bother to display it just now.

But Ye Chen suddenly took one step forward and picked up this stone, his entire body bursting with blood.

As soon as he felt it, he sensed a peculiar aura emanating from this antique!

Say it's an aura, actually it's more like a kind of energy or a magnetic field that produced a strong attraction in him.

Ye Chen knew this must be the spiritual energy recorded in the "Nine Heavens Scripture"!

Spiritual energy is a mystical power that has been lost for centuries. Not only can it thoroughly transform one's physical constitution, but it can also cultivate and produce many unconventional effects that ordinary people cannot comprehend!

Ye Chen was overjoyed in his heart and didn't change expression as he weighed the egg-shaped stone in his hand, asking, "Is this thing yours?"

The old boss was taken aback and nodded subconsciously, "Yes."

"What's the deal with this stone?" Ye Chen asked.

Xiao Changkun was also astonished and asked, "What are you buying this broken stone for? Don't you know that the swindler sells all fake goods?"

"Just one stone, I'll just take it back to clear my mind," Ye Chen said with a smile.

The old boss quickly wriggled out of Xiao Changkun's hand and jeered at Ye Chen twice: "You really want to buy this thing?"

Ye Chen nodded, "I'm buying it!"

The old boss's spirit was immediately lifted, and he spoke enthusiastically: "Brother, you really have an eye for this! You might not think much of this pebble, but it has a rich history. This is actually the paperweight that sat on the dragon desk in the study of the late Emperor."

Ye Chen didn't have time to listen to his lengthy speech and interrupted impatiently.

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"

The old boss chuckled: "Since you're a connoisseur, then... twenty thousand!"

Ye Chen said disdainfully: "You've gone crazy thinking about money? One price, three hundred! If you don't sell it to me, I'll call the cops and arrest you."

"Three hundred?" The old boss sighed and chuckled: "Brother, since you're a connoisseur, three hundred is three hundred."

Ye Chen smiled slightly and grasped the stone in his hand.

Xiao Changkun was perplexed, wondering why Ye Chen would buy such a broken stone. Just as he was about to ask, a sudden tinkling sound came from beside him. JrNovels.com