As Su Yin returned to his residence, a white-bearded elder walked into the Great Salt Merchant Guild.
"Old Ji is here …"
"Old Ji's eye of discernment is second to none in Great Salt City!"
"If not for the auction tonight, no one would have been able to invite him here!"
As soon as he walked through the door, the eyes of the attendants and frequent customers of the Great Salt Merchant Guild lit up in agitation.
Ji Feng was the most famous appraiser in Great Salt City. Regardless of whether it was a painting, calligraphy, pill, or artifact, as long as he took a look at it, he would be able to tell its authenticity and grade. In the past few decades, he had never been mistaken!
This was also the reason why the treasures in the Great Salt Merchant Guild were proud to be appraised by him. As long as an artifact had his signature, even if it was of the same grade, its price would be at least thirty percent higher!
"Old Ji, the boss is waiting for you in the suite …"
A middle-aged man walked up to welcome him. He was the butler of the Great Salt Merchant Guild, He Jinquan.
"Un!"
Old Ji nodded nonchalantly as he followed behind Zhang Xuan. Soon, they arrived before a spacious wall with all kinds of treasures hanging on it.
The Wall of Sale!
There were many large shopping malls on the Dry Origin Continent that had such a thing hanging on the wall for the customers to view. If they saw something that caught their eye, they could make a bid and purchase it.
It could be considered as a simple form of auction.
Old Ji's eyes fell on the wall as he asked with a smile, "Have you received any treasures recently?"
"All the good stuff has been kept in the auction hall. Those that are hanging on the wall are just worthless items …" He Jinquan replied with a smile.
Who would hang something so precious outside? To the Great Salt Merchant Guild, it was just a marketing gimmick!
"You're right …" Old Ji nodded. Just as he was about to continue walking, his footsteps suddenly halted.
"Old Ji, what's wrong?"
Perplexed, He Jinquan followed the other party's gaze and saw a disc-shaped object hanging at the corner of the Wall of Sale.
Wok?
Old Ji's face darkened, and he nearly exploded on the spot.
"Who hung that up?"
Even though the Wall of Sale couldn't compare to an auction hall, it wasn't some random stall where anything could be hung. Today, a wok and tomorrow, a spade... What's wrong with the Great Salt Merchant Guild?
"Reporting to the manager, it's Song Yafei from the front desk. A customer used this wok to pay three silver taels of silver today …"
A young man who was sweating profusely came forward. His face was pale from fright.
When Song Yafei wanted to hang up the pot, she had mentioned it to him. At that time, she thought that it would be sold quickly and didn't take it seriously. She didn't expect that the manager would find out!
It was over. Song Yafei was being scolded, and he was afraid that he would be in trouble too.
"Three taels of silver?"
He Jinquan was so angry that he almost exploded. He Jinquan waved his hand and said, "Do you really think that any kind of trash can be hung on the store's wall? Take it down immediately. Also, you and Song Yafei can forget about getting this month's salary … "
"Yes …"
With a dejected look on his face, the young man hurriedly rushed forward, intending to remove the wok when an old voice suddenly sounded, "Wait a moment …"
Turning his head to take a look, he saw Appraiser Ji Feng walking over in agitation. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Old Ji …" This was the first time He Jinquan had seen the old man lose his composure.
Unable to be bothered by the other party's words, Old Ji hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Hurry up and pass the pot to me!"
"Yes!"
Unable to comprehend what was going on, the young man could only remove the wok and pass it over.
Not daring to take it, Old Ji flicked his finger and cleansed his palm thoroughly with clear water. Only then did he raise it up with both hands. His eyes were filled with sincerity.
"This …"
Seeing his actions, the crowd glanced at one another in bewilderment.
What was going on?
Why was he so agitated upon seeing a wok?
Paying no heed to the crowd's reaction, Old Ji placed his finger lightly on the frying pan. His eyes were tightly shut, as if he was trying to sense something. A long moment later, with trembling lips, he muttered, "H-how is this possible?"
"Old Ji, what's going on?"
Seeing the expression on the face of the most formidable appraiser in Great Salt City, He Jinquan couldn't help but ask.
Could it be that … there was something special about this ordinary-looking frying pan?
"This frying pan … isn't as simple as it seems!"
Old Ji exhaled deeply as he looked at the frying pan in admiration. "Even though it's made out of the most ordinary of materials, the craftsmanship is extremely profound. The patterns on it harnesses the essence of the Great Dao, as if someone had carved a great dao onto it …"
"Carved a great dao?" He Jinquan's body jolted in disbelief. "Even the strongest blacksmith on the Master Teacher Continent wouldn't be able to do such a thing …"
A great dao was a cultivator's comprehension of the heavens, and it was incomparably profound. Putting aside ordinary materials, even the top-notch treasures of the Great Origin Province would find it difficult to bear such a great dao.
To carve a great dao onto ordinary metal, and more importantly … to forge a frying pan …
Did this master blacksmith have nothing better to do? Why would he do such a thing?
"This great dao wasn't successfully carved. Instead, it broke off at the most crucial point …" Old Ji shook his head in disappointment. "If it hadn't broken, it would have been an Immortal artifact at the very least!"
"Immortal artifact?" He Jinquan was dumbfounded. "How is that possible?"
To think that an ordinary-looking frying pan was nearly an Immortal artifact! You must be joking!
"You don't trust my judgment?" Old Ji frowned.
"That's not it …" He Jinquan hurriedly shook his head. "I just find it weird. Since this frying pan harnesses the great dao, even if it's broken, it should still be significantly stronger than most Spirit artifacts. So … why can't I sense the presence of an artifact spirit?"
Weapons could be categorized into Mortal artifacts, Spirit artifacts, and Immortal artifacts.
Mortal artifacts were weapons used by mortals. At the very most, they were sturdy and sharp. However, it was difficult for one to ride a sword on them. Only Spirit artifacts would be able to soar through the air and kill someone from a thousand li away.
This frying pan was already close to becoming an Immortal artifact. No matter what, it should be a Spirit artifact, so why couldn't it sense the slightest bit of spirit?
"Your eyesight is too poor …" Old Ji harrumphed coldly.
He placed his hand on the handle of the frying pan and infused Zhen Yuan energy into it. "I am Ji Feng. May the spirit of the frying pan demonstrate its prowess!"
Weng!
Right after those words were spoken, the frying pan that was placed on the ground rose into the air.
"As you wish!"
A faint will suddenly burst forth from the frying pan. Before He Jinquan could even react, he felt his body being bound by a unique force. Following which, the frying pan flew right toward his face.
Peng!
Unable to dodge in time, Zhang Xuan was sent flying. His head crashed into a wall not too far away, causing his legs to twitch uncontrollably.
"This …"
Everyone widened their eyes in shock. The surroundings were completely silent.
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