Chapter 134

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Chapter 134: Blood Moon Fishing

Wan Ronghua squinted his eyes and suppressed the slight upward curve of his mouth.

This Fang Yuan, who is Fang Fang’s father, can also be considered as one of his rivals in the business world.

Although his father’s antique business is not as big as Wan Ronghua’s, he does have some understanding of it.

For example, his father gambled and spent a lot of money to acquire the Blood Sun Chart, which is truly extraordinary.

However, as good as his vision is, he couldn’t hold onto the Blood Sun Chart, and it was ultimately taken away by the Sword Ghost offered by the Wan family.

His father has a good eye for judging people.

For instance, his own daughter, Fang Fang, doesn’t have much talent in appraising antiques.

Fang Fang always says that the value of the store and the antique treasures is 50/50.

But these antiques ended up in Wan Ronghua’s hands, and he hired a special appraiser to evaluate them, so their value is not low at all.

In reality, the value of the Fang family antique store and its treasures is roughly 30/70.

This is just how people usually are.

After all, even if Fang Yuan was highly regarded by his father, he was still his stepson and naturally not as important as his own daughter.

And if the antique shop falls into Fang Fang’s hands, it may not be worth much.

"Fang’er, let’s stop talking about these troublesome matters and go back home."

Wan Ronghua embraced his young and beautiful mistress and walked back.

………….

The Antique Street in the Imperial Capital.

Like the vegetable market, the Antique Street also has some reputation in the Imperial Capital.

This Antique Street is not very large, with antique shops on both sides and street vendors selling goods, making it quite lively.

Here, you can find many ancient relics from the previous dynasty, as well as some unearthed jade and other items.

Sometimes when people find high-quality spirit stones, it can even attract cultivators to come.

There are many tomb robbers who sell stolen goods here, and gamblers who want to try their luck. It is a bustling street in the whole Imperial Capital.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and an old man followed the crowd and came here alone.

His purpose today is to go fishing.

He wants to go fishing using the Blood Moon Chart.

Since he already knows that the Sword Ghost is worshipped by the Wan family, and there is a Wan family antique shop on this antique street, if he casually sells the item on the street, the news will probably quickly reach the Sword Ghost.

Qiao Mu looked at the antique stalls along the street, found an empty space in the corner, and squatted down by the roadside like other vendors.

But just as he had just squatted down, something happened that made him cry and laugh at the same time.

Some passersby who saw him squatting down stopped for a moment, took out a few copper coins from their money bags, and threw them on the ground in front of Qiao Mu.

When one person does something, others will imitate.

"Oh, nowadays the country is weak, and there’s famine whenever there’s a natural disaster. Although the Imperial Capital is better than other places, there are still unfortunate people everywhere."

"Sir, take it easy. It’s so sunny outside, don’t get sunstroke."

While Qiao Mu was lost in thought, many passersby had already thrown coins in front of him, leaving him stunned as he touched his now aged face.

"Am I really that much like a beggar?" He was speechless.

Although Qiao Mu used the Flesh Changing Skill to change his appearance, it only partially changed, so at this moment, his appearance really resembled an ordinary old man in his nineties.

His face was now covered in wrinkles, with drooping eye corners, and his long hair had turned completely white. He truly looked like a very old person.

At high noon, under the scorching sun, this elderly man with a frail appearance crouched down like this… Can’t help but feel sympathy for him, right?

"I’m really not a beggar."

Qiao Mu coughed softly and quickly took out a scroll from his pocket, gently spreading it out on the ground.

"Blood Moon Chart, an ancient painting from hundreds of years ago, worth a fortune. Take a look!"

He shouted loudly, and the space in front of him instantly cleared.

"I thought he was an old beggar, turns out he’s an old trickster?"

The pedestrians turned pale, some even stooped down to retrieve the coins they had just thrown down. Qiao Mu didn’t pay any attention.

Like Tai Gong fishing, willing souls take the bait.

He wasn’t here to sell paintings at all, but to go fishing.

"This painting is worth a fortune? Is your paper made of gold, or is the scroll made of gold?" mocked one of the pedestrians.

Qiao Mu didn’t mind, he just sat quietly, resting his eyes.

This Blood Moon Chart can make him, a martial artist like him, fall into illusions and cause his blood to surge.

But for Fang Yuan, a martial artist ranked 9th, or even an ordinary person who doesn’t practice martial arts, it is just an ordinary painting. The artistic conception of the painting is still considered good, but to say it’s worth ten thousand liang, that would be absurd.

"Are you deliberately calling for an exorbitant price to gain popularity? Old man, you’re clever, but unfortunately, you’ve miscalculated." The vendor next to him shook his head.

"There are plenty of smart people in this world, do you think it’s enough to just call for an exorbitant price?"

"Hehe, whether it sells or not, I’m fine with it. I have a good mindset," Qiao Mu laughed happily.

Time passed quickly, and people kept walking by.

Occasionally, pedestrians would stop, attracted by the Blood Moon Chart, including even a martial artist ranked 7th.

But after asking about the price, they all shook their heads and left without making a deal.

Ten thousand liang for a painting, that’s really outrageous.

If this painting is not on a street stall, but in a fancy antique shop, perhaps it would be more credible, at least it would make people observe it seriously.

But on the roadside… naturally, nobody cares.

Only a few people walked out of the Wan family antique shop on that street, casually glanced at it, and their faces changed unconsciously, but they quickly left.

…………….

Sword Ghost has been a little absent-minded and his thoughts have been fluctuating these past few days, feeling a bit lost.

Since he witnessed Qiao Zhong’s execution and encountered an envoy from the so-called "Martial Arts League" on the night of that day, his life has stepped into a fast-flowing current.

"The Martial Saint is dead," he murmured.

"But the path of martial arts is a reality."

That night, after meeting the envoy of the Martial Arts League, he was greatly shocked and accepted the invitation to become a member of the "Martial Arts League."

"The body of the ‘cultivator’ King Qin was not at all like a human body, far surpassing the limits of the human body."

"We Spirit Refining martial artists may not necessarily be much stronger than 4th rank martial artists in terms of strength and techniques. At most, some Spirit Refining martial artists may just live longer and have more accumulation."

"Perhaps, this is another path different from the Spiritual Refining Method …"

While Sword Ghost was lost in thought, a messenger from the Wan family hurriedly arrived, interrupting his contemplation.

"On the antique street, it seems that there is a Blood Moon Chart by a spiritual refining painter?" Sword Ghost suddenly became interested.

Whether it was the Martial Arts League or the cultivation path, they were both too distant for him.

If he could obtain the Blood Moon Chart, which seemed to be related to the Blood Sun Chart, maybe he could further progress…