Chapter 3

"Luochen!"

"Mr. Luo, did you just say that this painting is a forgery?" Ye Tianzheng, who had achieved his current status, was naturally not a fool. He cleverly shifted the topic to ease the awkwardness.

"Forgery."

"Please forgive my boldness, Mr. Luo, but this painting was created by a master of the Southern Song Dynasty. I spent a great deal of money and effort to obtain it, and I even had several experts in this field authenticate it." Ye Tianzheng spoke very respectfully, even using honorifics.

This left Ye Shuangshuang completely astonished. Even when meeting powerful figures, her grandfather had never been so respectful.

"I'll show you the proof."

But a faint blue light flashed in Luochen's eyes.

This was the Heavenly Eye, the Eye of Rebirth, which originally could only be possessed by those who had awakened their divine treasures. However, Luochen could use it to some extent due to the Taihuang Scripture.

The Heavenly Eye could see things that ordinary people could not, even better than a microscope.

Luochen was able to determine that the painting was a forgery because of this, although his Heavenly Eye was only half-competent. After all, it was only possible due to the protective aura of the Taihuang Scripture, so it couldn't truly see through everything.

However, it was enough to distinguish the authenticity of the painting.

Luochen's finger accurately stopped at a certain spot on the painting, which was made of silk. When he pressed down, he lifted a thread when he raised his finger again.

That was a painting worth millions, and Luochen had just destroyed it, but he didn't even blink. He then decisively pulled out a fine thread and threw it in front of Ye Tianzheng.

It was just a thread, and even if someone carefully authenticated it, they wouldn't pay attention to a single thread.

"What is this?"

"This is nylon, a synthetic material."

"Do you have nylon in a painting that's over seven hundred years old?" Luochen shook his head and said.

This made Ye Tianzheng's face turn red, realizing he had been deceived.

Where would there be nylon seven hundred years ago?

Ye Tianzheng then gave a signal, and a man in black came over to take the painting and the wooden box that contained it.

"Wait, this wooden box?" Luochen suddenly called out.

"What? Is Mr. Luo interested in this wooden box?" Ye Tianzheng seemed to have read Luochen's mind.

"If you like it, feel free to take it." Ye Tianzheng was being very generous at the moment.

"Grandfather." Ye Shuangshuang reminded him from the side.

In fact, Ye Tianzheng understood very well. Since Luochen could tell that the painting was a forgery, he must have great abilities, and the aura he emitted earlier confirmed this.

If even Luochen found something valuable, it must truly be a treasure, but Ye Tianzheng planned to give it to Luochen.

This was a significant gesture.

Luochen was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected the other party to be so generous. However, he did indeed want the wooden box because it likely contained a seed that could awaken the divine treasures within his body.

Although Luochen was protected by the aura of the Taihuang Scripture, he needed to activate the divine treasures within his body to cultivate the Taihuang Scripture. The seed inside the wooden box, though dried, could be revived by Luochen.

This was currently the most desired item for Luochen. He had even wondered if his luck was too good, as he had just been reborn on Earth and already found a seed.

This was indeed a pleasant surprise for Luochen.

Even in the cultivation world, seeds were rare, let alone on Earth.

With a seed, he could save a decade of hard work and directly activate the divine treasures within his body, then begin cultivation.

However, Luochen didn't want to take advantage of others. As a mighty Immortal Lord, he wasn't so petty as to fight over things from ordinary people.

"To be honest, I do want this wooden box because it contains something I need. But if it falls into your hands, it won't have much value. I'll owe you a favor for today, and if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me." Luochen said.

This was a promise from an Immortal Lord, and many powerful figures in the past had fought to obtain such a promise!

Now it had fallen into the hands of this old man by luck.

"I won't be polite, Mr. Luo. Since you've spoken, I do have a request." Ye Tianzheng's true intentions were revealed instantly.

"I humbly request that you take my granddaughter as your disciple!" Ye Tianzheng suddenly blurted out.

This made Luochen pause, inwardly cursing the old fox.

"Let's change that. I can't do that. To be honest, she's not qualified to be my disciple." Luochen wasn't going back on his word; as an Immortal Lord, how many children of powerful figures would come to him in the future, begging to be his disciples?

Compared to those powerful figures, Ye Shuangshuang was not impressive enough.

Moreover, her talent was indeed poor.

"But Mr. Luo, you've already spoken." This was true; after all, Luochen was an Immortal Lord, and once he spoke, he couldn't take it back.

"Let's compromise. I'll take her as a nominal disciple." Luochen reluctantly found a middle ground.

"Go and pay respects to your master."

"Pay respects to my—"

"Call me teacher instead." Luochen interrupted Ye Shuangshuang.

After some formalities, the car soon arrived at the destination.

They exchanged phone numbers, and Luochen left with his luggage first.

After Luochen left, Ye Shuangshuang looked up at Ye Tianzheng.

"Grandfather, why did you insist on me becoming his disciple? Even if he has some skills, with our influence and strength in Tongzhou, how many people would beg to take me as a disciple? Why—"

"Shut up, you don't understand. This time, we've formed a significant connection, Shuangshuang. I don't blame you for not understanding." Ye Tianzheng sighed.

"But have you heard of Lin Hualong?" Ye Tianzheng asked seriously.

"Lin Hualong? The Lin Hualong from the Southern Military Region, known as the Mad Beast?" Ye Shuangshuang was suddenly shocked.

Ye Shuangshuang might not be part of Ye Tianzheng's circle, but she had heard many stories from her grandfather since childhood.

If there was anyone she admired the most, it was Lin Hualong.

He was a legendary figure with a legendary life. During a border conflict, he single-handedly repelled an entire division with his bare hands.

He was almost mythologized.

And it was said that during a terrorist rebellion in the northern border, one of Lin Hualong's brothers was killed there. To avenge him, Lin Hualong single-handedly attacked their base and destroyed it.

That was a battlefield with heavy weapons!

Hearing her grandfather suddenly mention this legendary figure, how could Ye Shuangshuang not be shocked?

"Grandfather, are you saying he has the potential to become someone like Lin Hualong?" Ye Shuangshuang clearly didn't believe it.

"Ha ha, become someone like that? Silly girl, at least from what he showed today, I think his strength is already on par with Lin Hualong's." Ye Tianzheng sighed, his eyes filled with envy.

"Ah?" Ye Shuangshuang's face turned pale with shock, her mouth wide open as if she could swallow an egg.

"As long as he's in Tongzhou, do everything you can to win him over! Arrange a company and a luxury car for him first."