Chapter 109: Di Zong He Zhenyu
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Ning Yuan knew that the old man might have something good, so he smiled and asked: "I don't know what it is, if I misjudged it, wouldn't I be disappointing your kindness?"
"Heh heh, it's definitely a good thing, I just can't quite put my finger on it." The old man smiled faintly and looked around cautiously before saying in a low voice: "I think you have a keen eye for this line of work, you should be very skilled. Consider this snuff bottle as a gift to celebrate our meeting, if you're interested, there will be benefits for you later on."
"Alright." Ning Yuan nodded and said in a low voice: "Then let's go take a look."
"Heh heh, it's not the right time now, I'm still busy on my end for the time being. I'll give you a call at dinner time this afternoon, little brother. We can eat first and then go, but I don't know if it's convenient for you to leave a contact method?"
"No problem at all." Ning Yuan smiled and nodded, leaving his phone number with the old man before continuing to stroll around with Zhang Junpeng.
Zhang Junpeng curiously asked: "Dr. Ning, what did that old man just say to you? I didn't expect it, but you're actually a master in the collecting world."
"What a master, I had some contact with him before, and it just so happens that the blind cat met the dead mouse." Ning Yuan chuckled and said: "That old man also saw that I have some skill, and he wants me to help him gain some experience."
"Watch out!"
Zhang Junpeng was slightly startled, his face expressionless, but in his heart he couldn't help but be surprised. Anyone who can set up a stall here, even an old man, must have some discerning eye, yet the other party let Ning Yuan take charge, it's clear that Ning Yuan's abilities are absolutely not ordinary.
Zhang Junpeng himself loves antiques. Although he's not very good at it, he always likes to come to this kind of place to take a stroll. Now that he knows Ningyuan has some knowledge in this area, he is even more enthusiastic about Ningyuan, thinking that he can learn a thing or two from him. Even if he doesn't find any bargains, chatting with Ningyuan for a bit will still be a pleasure.
Two people chatted as they walked. Ning Yuan had also been paying attention to the jade stones around him, but he hadn't found any suitable ones yet. The requirements for a warm-nurturing vessel were different from those for collecting and appreciating jade. What was needed wasn't just the best quality, but rather an absolutely spiritual one. Only a spiritual jade could absorb the pure yang energy and be nurtured; otherwise, even if it had excellent quality, it couldn't be used for nurturing.
Unconsciously, the two of them had already arrived deep in the antique street, where there were several shops selling jade and stone materials, which were exactly what people used to gamble on.
What is called "gambling stone" is to select stones from some unpolished jade raw materials. Although most of these stones are leftover or have been selected by experts, there are also good things among them if you're lucky. If a high-quality jade is cut out, it's a big profit, and a stone worth tens of thousands can increase in value several times or even dozens of times overnight.
Of course, there are also things that can't be cut out, and naturally, it's a loss on both sides. To tell the truth, the probability of cutting jade is not much different from picking up leaks. Sometimes, among hundreds of pieces of raw materials, you may not even be able to cut out one piece.
However, the difference between this and picking up leaks is that the process of polishing jade is also a kind of enjoyment. Buying a piece of stone and slowly cutting it open, many rich people like this process. Therefore, these places where people gamble on stones are also mostly popular among the wealthy.
Ningyuan and Zhang Junpeng walked in, from a distance they saw that each jade stone material shop had quite a few people inside, some were selecting stones, some were polishing, and there were also many onlookers watching the commotion.
Seeing Ningyuan and Zhang Junpeng looking around, a shop owner hurriedly smiled and greeted: "Do you two want to come in and try? The jade stone materials here are from Myanmar, absolutely authentic. There is a batch of new stones that were obtained through connections, absolutely without screening."
The boss's words could only fool outsiders, Ning Yuan was young but not inexperienced, so he wouldn't easily believe them. However, since they were already there, it wasn't bad to go in and take a look at the commotion, so he walked in with Zhang Junpeng.
The boss followed the two and introduced warmly: "Those over there are some leftover materials, which are cheaper, regardless of size, one piece for 10,000 yuan. The ones here are slightly better, also regardless of size, one piece for 30,000 yuan. And these over here are newly arrived stone materials, the price is relatively expensive, and the price depends on the size and quality. You two can take a look around, if you see something you like, just call me directly."
"Alright, boss, you're busy, we'll just take a look around." Ning Yuan nodded and strolled around the inside with Zhang Junpeng.
There are indeed many stones in this store, with varying colors. Ningyuan is quite knowledgeable about antiques, but has only heard of gambling on stones and has never personally experienced it before. He doesn't rush to take action, instead observing the color of the stones while listening to the idle chatter of people around him.
At this time, there were two people cutting jade, one in his twenties and the other around fifty years old. Three others were selecting stone materials, while four or five people stood by the grinding machine, watching and whispering to each other from time to time.
"Who is that young man? He has cut over a dozen pieces of stone this morning, which is worth hundreds of thousands. Not a single piece of jade has been cut out yet, and this is already the thirteenth piece. It seems he won't give up easily."
"Cut, do you know who that is? That's the young master of the Far East Group's CEO, you know? The Far East Group has assets in the tens of billions. A few hundred million is nothing to them. Mr. He likes to gamble on rocks and comes every week without fail. He won't stop until he cuts a few dozen stones." Someone nearby sighed.
"What about He Yuntang's son?"
Not far away, Ningyuan subconsciously looked at a young man who was cutting jade, this young man was only twenty-four or five years old, wearing casual clothes, every piece of which was a famous brand, obviously a rich family's son.
"He Yuntang's son shouldn't be without practicing the secret method, should he?" After glancing at the young man a few times, Ning Yuan subconsciously furrowed his brow and muttered: "Could it be that He Yuntang's son has already entered the spiritual introspection realm?"
The current leader of the Earth Sect, He Yundang, is actually the son of He Feiwan from back then. The He Feiwan from that time was extremely talented and became a master of the Spiritual Awareness Realm before the age of 40, and had already stepped into the Primordial Spirit Realm with one foot. In the Spiritual Awareness Realm, he almost had no equal, which made him somewhat arrogant, and he even provoked Ning Yu's master, Qingping Daoist, who killed him on the spot. Several other high-ranking members of the Earth Sect were also either dead or injured.
After that, He Fei Fan's line was also restricted by the Di Sect and became a side branch. After all, the Di Sect is not a family, nor is it a dictatorship of the He family.
Why is He Feifan's son, He Yuntang, not simple? In the past, he was unknown and didn't show his face after He Feifan's death. More than ten years ago, he suddenly revealed a spiritual realm, gathering many people, and removed the previous Earth Sect Master Qiao Yunshan, becoming the new generation of Earth Sect Master.
The He family is indeed blessed with a long and prosperous fate, having produced geniuses for several generations in a row. He Yuntang is now only just over sixty years old, and it's said that he's only one epiphany away from entering the Yuan Shen realm.
At that time, when He Yuntang took over as the leader of the Earth Sect again, everyone in the sect was worried and uneasy. At the same time, there were also people outside who didn't think highly of him, thinking that Qingping Daoist wouldn't just watch He Fei's descendant take power, but unexpectedly, Qingping Daoist didn't care at all.
At this moment, Qingping Dao people are immortal, and the only sharp blade hanging on He Yuntang's head has also disappeared. The ground is even more controlled by He Yuntang.
He Yuntang didn't marry and have children until he was nearly forty years old, so his son is considered a precious gift of middle age. Ning Yu really couldn't believe that He Yuntang hadn't taught his own son the secret arts.
However, this secret cultivation method, when one first enters the gate of spiritual awareness, their spirit is scattered outside, and anyone in the Xuanmen can sense it. Ning Yuan did not sense any spiritual fluctuations from this young man.
There are only two possibilities, one is that this young man has a spiritual tool that conceals his spiritual awareness, making it impossible for people to detect his spiritual fluctuations. The other possibility is that this young man has already entered the realm of introspection or even higher.
Looking at his age, he was only twenty-four or five years old. If it were the latter, this young man would be absolutely intimidating, and the luck of the He family was indeed enviable and eye-catching.
Ning Yuan stared at the other person for a while, and the young man had already cut all the stones in his hand. He was left with several fist-sized stones thrown at his feet, and it seemed that he still hadn't cut out jade this time.
The young man clapped his hands and stood up, without looking at the crowd around him, and walked towards the pile of stones. Ning Yu stood on a stone, motionless, staring thoughtfully at the young man, who unexpectedly walked towards him.
"Get out of the way, good dog doesn't block the road. I want this stone under your feet." The other party came to Ningyuan's face, coldly swept Ningyuan with a glance, and said in a flat tone, "The words were not warm or fiery, but they didn't make people feel comfortable at all."
Ning Yuan narrowed his eyes and glanced at the other person, smiling: "This stone was picked out by me, I want it too, you go find another one."
"Looking for trouble?" The other person narrowed their eyes and without saying another word, reached out to grab Ning Yuan's neck.
"Hmph, arrogant!" Ning Yuan coldly snorted, crouching on the stone slab, stretching out one hand, and blocking the opponent's claw with his palm. He said in a cold voice, "Do you know what it means to come first and go last?"
"I really don't know what 'first come, first served' means. Whatever He Zhenyu takes a liking to, that's mine." The young man was pushed away by Ning Yuan with a slap on the palm, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face as he said disdainfully: "I knew you had some nerve, turns out you have some skills too."
As he spoke, He Zhenyu kicked his foot towards Ning Yuan's chin, showing no mercy. If this kick were to hit its mark, an ordinary person's jawbone would be shattered into dust.
Ningyuan's eyes narrowed, his body shifted back and to the side, and with a flip of his body, he landed behind He Zhenyu. At the same time, he slapped He Zhenyu's back with one palm, causing him to stumble and almost fall flat on his face.
Ning Yuan originally didn't plan to provoke Di Zong so early, but He Yun Tang's son was not ordinary arrogant, and actually started a fight without saying a word, truly lawless.
If you really count it, Ningyuan and He Fei Fan are actually of the same generation. This He Zhenyu is even a junior among juniors in front of him. Since this kid made the first move, he doesn't mind taking action to teach him a lesson, just in time to give Di Zong a warning.