Second Senior Brother

Chapter 357 The Identity of the Fish Dragon Society Master

In a moment, a maid placed a sealed jar on the exhibition stand.

On the wax seal was a piece of paper with two characters: "Dí Xīn."

It looked like wine.

However, the jar was a bright, clear azure, unlike ordinary objects.

"Chai Kiln azure porcelain?"

Someone exclaimed upon seeing it.

Chai Kiln, a legend in the antiques world, such azure porcelain was extremely precious, priceless.

Ping Yihong still didn't offer much explanation, and the crowd speculated but couldn't confirm, leaning more towards it being a jar of wine.

This final highlight item undoubtedly surprised many.

This time, besides Chen Fan and Sun Ming'en's side, there was nothing left to exchange. Everyone else raised their hands, signaling their desire to trade.

After all, it was the last auction item; there would be no more chances.

At this moment, Chen Fan couldn't help but frown.

Up to now, the Dragon Scale Compass fragment he was thinking of hadn't appeared.

However, he patiently waited.

The possibility of the compass fragment being used as an auction item by the owner of the Fish Dragon Gathering was not high to begin with.

Besides him, others might not be interested in the Dragon Scale Compass fragment.

After everyone presented their rare treasures, Ping Yihong listened to his master's intentions and finally reached a deal with the middle-aged woman beside Tao Xiaoyan.

The exchange was for a very large, brightly colored millennium coral stone.

Thus, only one segment remained in the Fish Dragon Secret Gathering: mutual trading among guests.

Ping Yihong said, "Everyone, the Fish Dragon Secret Gathering ends here. You may wait and see if there are any items you wish to trade amongst yourselves, or you may leave. Someone will escort you out."

Chen Fan remained seated, not in a hurry.

The guests dispersed, greeting and conversing with each other.

"Chen Fan, what can you use this jade pot for?"

Tao Xiaoyan, unable to sit still any longer, came to Chen Fan's side and asked, pointing at the jade pot.

Chen Fan said calmly, "Since it's a pot, it's naturally for holding water."

"Is it that simple?" Tao Xiaoyan wasn't very satisfied with this answer, saying, "My Aunt Liu said that nothing belonging to the owner of the Fish Dragon Gathering is that simple."

"For example, the pot of wine Aunt Liu exchanged for last; she said drinking this wine would surely be beneficial, perfect for my dad."

Chen Fan glanced at that Aunt Liu.

This woman was not simple either.

With Chen Fan's eyesight, this woman's martial arts cultivation was not low, definitely no less than Gu Xiang, who was beside Gu Zi'an.

And she seemed to be Tao Xiaoyan's elder, indicating Tao Xiaoyan's background was extraordinary.

"And that blue and white porcelain vase; Aunt Liu said placing it at home brings good luck."

Chen Fan asked, "You said before that you knew who the owner was?"

"I know!" Tao Xiaoyan blinked and said, "But why should I tell you?"

Chen Fan was a bit speechless and ignored her.

"First, tell me what this jade pot is for, and what did you write in that calligraphy?"

Tao Xiaoyan blackmailed Chen Fan.

Just as Chen Fan was about to answer, he heard someone say, "Mr. Chen?"

Chen Fan looked up and saw the man and woman from the same boat.

"Allow me to introduce myself."

The man spoke, standing in front, looking down, "My name is Shen Tinghao, from the Shen family in the capital!"

Chen Fan was slightly startled. He didn't know this person, but he knew the name.

The Shen family of the capital, one of the top aristocratic families, Shen Tinghao was a direct descendant of the Shen family.

This Shen family was currently thriving in the capital, much more prominent than the Chen family now.

"I have brought five treasures, each worth over fifty million. Pick any one you like to exchange for the jade pot in your hand!"

Chen Fan shook his head and said, "Not interested."

Shen Tinghao frowned, his face darkening, "Two items will do. Mr. Chen, I came for this pot. Please grant my request."

Chen Fan nodded, but said, "No."

Shen Tinghao's gaze turned cold, "You can name any condition, Mr. Chen. I hope you consider carefully."

"This pot has an extraordinary origin; it's said to have been refined by Changchunzi back then. It eventually fell into the hands of the common people and has the effect of purifying water and transforming turbidity into sweet spring."

"A treasure brings disaster to its owner. This pot is not something you can possess; it will only bring you misfortune."

Chen Fan chuckled at this.

He could indeed see some of the effects of this pot.

He hadn't expected Shen Tinghao to have done so much research, all for this.

"Sorry, no interest."

"Oh, this pot is that magical?" Tao Xiaoyan exclaimed beside them, with a hint of excitement, and then said to Shen Tinghao, "Mr. Shen, are you trying to force a sale at the Fish Dragon Gathering?"

Glancing at Tao Xiaoyan, Shen Tinghao's pupils contracted and he said, "Then, I hope Mr. Chen can protect this pot."

He turned to call the woman who came with him, picked up the items they had brought and traded, and prepared to leave.

Gu Zi'an smiled and suddenly leaned over, whispering to him.

The scene became a little chaotic, with people constantly approaching Chen Fan and Zhong Yishan, asking if they intended to sell their items.

At this time, Sun Ming'en packed his things and said, "Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhong, we'll be leaving now."

Sun Chuancheng nodded with a smile and bid farewell without saying anything.

The father and son were satisfied. Although they didn't know the true value of the items they had obtained, compared to others, they had made a huge profit. Naturally, they had no intention of trading further.

A maid escorted them out.

The Fish Dragon Secret Gathering had ended. What remained was only the trading among attendees, and they could leave at any time.

As they left, some others also stood up to take their leave.

Among them were the middle-aged couple and the pair that looked like a grandmother and grandson.

But then, someone approached Chen Fan.

"Amitabha, benefactor Chen, are you perhaps willing to part with your Changchun pot?"

The monk who spoke had a kind face and an extraordinary demeanor.

Chen Fan shook his head.

"That's truly a pity," the monk said, undeterred. "It's a good item, but unfortunately, our harvest this time has been meager."

"The owner of this place doesn't seem to be very interested in Buddhist items."

Chen Fan remained silent.

The monk then turned to ask Zhong Yishan, who also refused.

These two monks were not annoyed and went to ask others.

However, they probably wouldn't get anything.

"Mr. Chen, shouldn't we be leaving too?"

Zhong Yishan had also gained quite a bit and expressed his intention to leave.

"You go ahead," Chen Fan said after a moment's thought. "I have some matters to attend to, and I need to stay to meet the owner of this place."

"Will he agree?" Zhong Yishan asked.

Chen Fan smiled, "Why do you think we are here?"

Zhong Yishan was stunned for a moment, then asked no further questions. He gathered his belongings, took Chen Fan's pot with him, and left the place.

Outside, someone would escort them to the place where they could get transportation.

Tao Xiaoyan said from the side, "Do you think the owner here will definitely see you? So many people want to meet the owner of the Fish Dragon Gathering, but haven't had the chance."

"Have you met him?" Chen Fan asked.

Tao Xiaoyan nodded and said, "I met him once. I didn't know who he was then, but Aunt Liu brought me here this time, and I realized I had met him before."

She added, "He's truly like an immortal."

"A cultivator?"

Chen Fan suddenly said.

"You can tell?" Tao Xiaoyan said, stunned.

Chen Fan replied, "If I can't even tell that, why would I come here?"

"I won't tell you his name, but in any case, you mustn't be rude, or the consequences will be dire."

Tao Xiaoyan warned.

"Mr. Chen!"

Just then, another person stepped forward, an old man.

Chen Fan looked over and said, "I'm not trading."

"I know."

The old man was over sixty, with graying temples, but he wore a suit and was spirited, possessing an academic temperament and bearing.

He said, "May I be so bold as to ask, how many compass fragments do you have?"