Chapter 42 Someone Shows Off (Part 1)

"Leaving tonight? Master, why not stay a few more days?"

"Why leave so soon?"

Hearing that the master was leaving, everyone showed anxious expressions.

It was rare for Tianxuan Royal City to have an appraisal master; only a few days had passed, and he was already leaving?

"I have important matters to attend to!" Master Moyang raised his brows, exuding the unique demeanor of a master, his temperament like flowing water, elusive: "How about this: I'll change the five slots to ten. That is, today I can help you appraise ten treasures! You all know that appraising treasures is not easy; it requires mental effort. Ten is my limit..."

"Master, rest assured, as long as you help me select treasures, I am willing to pay you a reward..." a middle-aged man in the crowd called out.

"Yes, we are willing to pay a reward!"

"As long as the master helps me select, whatever the price of the treasure, I am willing to pay the master that price!"

Many others followed suit.

Based on the master's 'track record' in the past few days, every treasure he had guided had multiplied in value several times. As long as they could buy genuine articles, paying a reward was nothing.

"Hmph!"

Master Moyang waved his hand grandly, cutting off the crowd's discussion, his brows raised with lofty authority: "I, Moyang, learned appraisal not just for money, nor do I help you appraise for wealth! If I truly wanted money, why bother helping you? I could simply identify treasures and sell them directly, wouldn't I earn even more?"

"Uh..."

The crowd fell silent.

What he said was true; with such an eye, he could buy treasures himself and surely make a huge profit.

"The reason I agreed to help you appraise is that your enthusiasm moved me! Money is like floating clouds to me; I can have as much as I want, but friendship is priceless!"

With his hands behind his back, Master Moyang exuded an aura that inspired reverence: "I said I would help you appraise out of friendship, not for money. If anyone mentions money again, don't come to me for appraisal!"

"The master's lesson is correct; we were rash!"

"The master's virtue is beyond our reach!"

"I've never been convinced by anyone in my life, but today I am convinced by the master!"

...

Hearing the master's words, those who had mentioned money earlier felt ashamed.

Look at his character... and then look at themselves...

Could they compare?

No wonder he was a master, and they were just nobodies.

"But before helping you appraise, let me say this: an appraisal master can only increase your chances of obtaining treasures, not guarantee that you will get treasures one hundred percent!"

Master Moyang continued.

"Master, what are you saying? There are risks in gambling on treasures; we all know that. Your eye is certainly much better than ours!"

"We trust the master's character and your judgment!"

"We understand the rules; appraisal is never one hundred percent. If the master selects for us, we believe we will surely profit!"

...

The crowd shouted in unison.

"Since you all trust me, Moyang, I will show my humble skill. Which friend would like me to help choose?" Master Moyang looked around.

"Me!"

"Me..."

In an instant, countless hands shot up, jumping excitedly.

The appeal of an appraisal master was no joke; every move could drive countless people wild.

"Alright, you!"

Master Moyang pointed, and a potbellied middle-aged man stepped forward. Even after leaving the crowd, he couldn't believe he had been chosen: "Me? Really me?"

"It's you!" Master Moyang nodded, smiling slightly, his masterly demeanor fully displayed.

"Thank you, Master!"

The middle-aged man jumped up repeatedly in excitement, looking at the old man before him with longing eyes: "May I ask, Master, which one should I buy?"

"Let me have a look!"

Flicking his sleeves, he walked forward slowly, Master Moyang not touching a speck of dust, his eyes falling on the many treasures on the long table.

Seeing his actions, everyone lowered their voices, not daring to speak loudly, afraid of distracting him.

Soon, he stopped, his hand touching a treasure, feeling it carefully. Then, using some unknown secret technique, his whole body trembled, and after a moment, his face turned slightly pale.

"Alright, you can buy this one. I just used a secret technique to examine it; it's worth a lot!"

Master Moyang turned around.

"This one?"

His eyes lighting up, the middle-aged man quickly looked over.

It was a large treasure, covered in thick rock, looking like a fossil.

This kind of treasure was the hardest to polish, and given its size—over a man's height—grinding it out bit by bit would take at least a day or two.

"Mm," Master Moyang nodded.

"Since the master recommends it, I'll buy it!" The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and looked at the seller: "How much?"

"Fifty thousand gold coins!" The stall owner of the gambling treasures stepped forward.

"Fifty thousand?" The middle-aged man was startled.

That was no small sum; even with his considerable wealth, it was nearly his limit.

For a senior teacher or renowned teacher like Shen Biru, the monthly salary was only about a thousand gold coins. Fifty thousand was almost the total of several years' income.

"Buy it! This is recommended by the master. If you don't buy it, I will..." someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yes, the master's recommendation is definitely right. Even though it costs fifty thousand now, once polished, it could be worth a million, and you'll be rich..."

"The master has only looked at small treasures before. This time he's going for something big; you're really in luck..."

Many people shouted at once.

"Alright, I'll buy it!"

After hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged man nodded and soon paid the money.

"Alright, the second slot!"

After the middle-aged man bought the treasure, Master Moyang seemed to recover and looked around.

"Me!"

"Me..."

The remaining people all quickly raised their hands. Zhang Xuan looked over and saw that the stall owner he had helped with the man's problem earlier was also among them, his hand raised high, his face excited, eager to be chosen by the master.

"You, then!"

Master Moyang selected another person. This was an old man, dressed luxuriously, clearly quite wealthy.

Like the first, the master walked around the pile of treasures and soon selected a treasure.

"Eighty thousand gold coins!"

This treasure was even more expensive, but the old man didn't hesitate at all and immediately paid.

"This... isn't that the ornamental vase made by the Nan Yao Yi Mo craftsman? Eighty thousand gold coins?"

Seeing the treasure Master Moyang had chosen for the old man, Zhang Xuan blinked.

He hadn't looked at other treasures and couldn't be sure, but this one he had just examined. Though large, it was just an ornamental vase, not worth a single gold coin... Eighty thousand directly?

"Could this master have made a mistake..."

Curious, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but look at the righteous-faced master. Suddenly, his mind shook, and a book slowly appeared.

On the cover were the words "Moyang!"

"Is he using a martial technique?"

According to the properties of the Library of Heaven's Path, unless a martial technique was used, no book could be generated. Was this guy using one right now?

Curious, he couldn't help but open the book.

"This... this..."

On seeing it, his mouth twitched, and his face was full of strangeness.