Chapter 66: If Mine Is a Fake, I'll Smash It Right Here

"What a coincidence, I also happen to have a porcelain-bodied enamel-painted flower-and-bird bowl here. It's most likely a pair with yours. True or false, we'll know as soon as we compare them."

Zhao Chen placed his own enamel-painted bowl onto the glass turntable as well.

He was no expert at appraising such items, so he dared not show off blindly, but almost everyone present was a seasoned enthusiast, and he believed they would be able to spot the differences.

The appearance of the second enamel-painted bowl on the table immediately sparked a wave of commotion.

Such imperial enamel-painted pieces from the palace were extremely rare to begin with. If it were a larger piece like a porcelain vase, the price could easily soar to twenty or thirty million, or even hundreds of millions.

Never had they expected that two of them would emerge all at once at today's exchange meeting...

Zhang Lei's words shook He Chang's convictions. He could not help but secretly ponder: Were humans truly created by aliens? If so, what does that make us? Is it a relationship of dominance and being dominated?

Although I said nice things on the surface, I didn't hold much fondness for Xueqi's homeroom teacher. For I knew that had it not been for my modest connections, this teacher would likely have just turned a blind eye and allowed those boys to bully Xueqi.

The director wore an intensely enthusiastic expression, his face blossomed into a wide smile, yet the King of Hell maintained his usual chillingly aloof demeanor.

An Hua thought of what he had done to Liu Siyi the previous night. If Liu Siyi had insisted on calling the police at that time, he surely would have gone behind bars. Attempted sexual assault with so many people present—he could never have escaped that charge.

Upon entering the tomb chamber, however, nothing unexpected happened. There was not the slightest trace of Yin energy inside, nor any ghosts or monsters to be seen. Moreover, that enlarged stone tablet—or rather, the "rolling shutter door"—had not fallen shut and remained wide open.

These people were simply here to work and earn a living; there was no need to risk their lives. Generally, the moment they felt pain, they would collapse and refuse to get up again. Brother Xu did not make things difficult for them either.

"Precisely! That's why we're so happy!" Xiang Mengmeng said, her excitement barely contained, before proceeding to chat with us about a good deal of technical and data-related matters.

He was already advanced in years and had at most a few years left to live. Dong Kui, the most powerful backing of the Qin family, was a ninth-rank martial artist and might live for another decade or two, but what would happen after that?

When the crowd was intercepted by the martial arts robbers, Sun Liping stepped forward bravely and was injured, then righteousness-piously declared that he would sacrifice himself to hold off the robbers for them. At the time, she had been moved almost to tears. In contrast, that fellow just sat aside as if it were none of his concern, showing not the slightest intention of helping.

With that, he jumped off the bed, giving Jingjing no chance to escape, and lunged forward, tightly clamping both hands around her throat.

Bododaliva twisted his waist: "I told you to talk nonsense..." A split second later, she relaxed her grip because her heart ached for the injured Tang Haodong.

To slay that five-clawed golden dragon, Xu Chuan's first task was to lure away the other members of the dragon clan, forcing the five-clawed golden dragon into a one-on-one head-on clash with him. Otherwise, with other dragons present, he would never be able to kill that creature, even if he fought to the death.

"Clang, clang, clang..." Three consecutive metallic clashes rang out as Chen Shaoming's gun collided with his opponent's saber three times. When the two separated, three white marks had been left on the barrel of Chen Shaoming's gun, with one spot even scraped thin; if things went poorly, the gun might accidentally discharge.

Imperial Concubine Lin's face was pale as she leaned against the soft cushions. Upon seeing the Emperor, she wanted to rise, but her entire body was weak and limp, unable to muster even a shred of strength.

Why had she become so ugly? Through his eyes, Lengyue clearly saw her own ash-covered face and disheveled hair.

Xiuyao had no choice but to tell Physician Sun that, although this old man was a bit unreliable, she had been very well cared for by him while staying here, so whenever something came up, he was the first person she thought of confiding in.

Summer mornings are always so refreshing and invigorating, lifting one's spirits and waking people from the fatigue of the previous day. Morning marks the beginning of a busy day for everyone, the inception of the city's hustle and bustle, and the start of a long yet hopeful school day for students.

How many hardships they had weathered together! Those days of arduous struggle and joint efforts to gather intelligence were times they would never forget.

Seeing Su Yun approach, Lüliu had initially harbored a glimmer of hope, praying that the Second Madam might show mercy and allow her to stay. But when she realized she was still going to be driven away, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, plunging into darkness.

Du Bian was extremely thirsty and gulped the water down like an ox. Afterward, the bondservant brought out some cheap pastries. Having traveled all night and feeling ravenous, Du Bian began to devour them voraciously.

Fifth-heaven Boundary Master—such a cultivation base, let alone on the hell battlefield, would be considered the weakest realm and tier even in the Land of Death. It was nothing more than an existence akin to an ant.

"Yin-Kui Star-Draught Art, Poetry Transmission, Thousand Glimmers Spotting the Stars!" Star power surged over Huang Wutong's body as she raised a finger and pointed. The star power pierced through the void, and a triangular path diagram appeared at her fingertip.

"Where are you headed, Master?" Seeing this, Bai Zhitao hurried after him a few steps, asking somewhat puzzled, a faint ominous premonition stirring in his heart.

What Liu Yang now sought to forge was the fire spiritual force, which belonged to the rigid elemental force among the eight major systems. While the combination of rigidity and flexibility is certainly ideal, the danger involved is self-evident.

Prior to today, such a thing would have seemed utterly unimaginable to Ouyang Qing, but today, she felt it was only natural.

Seeing that it was almost seven-thirty, Zhao Ziwei was just about to give Zhang Mingyu a call when she caught sight of Wang Xue峰 holding an exquisitely packaged gift box, strolling gracefully in their direction.

Another eleventh-tier spirit controller appeared before me. His arrogant aura instantly prompted me to activate the Cat Demon Eyes, casting a beam of light upon him that caused a brief flicker of panic. Through the Cat Demon Eyes, I had already confirmed that he was the traitor.

After being rescued and brought back to the family by her second uncle last time, Ina finally learned that Lin Feng was indeed her younger sister's boyfriend. Moreover, judging by the expressions of her father, second uncle, and grandfather, they actually seemed to have gotten the better end of the bargain. She truly had no idea what made the Lin family so formidable.

"Young lady, are you alright? Let me see if you're hurt anywhere." Zhang Chu looked Gu Ling'er up and down, his brows tightly furrowed, and asked with a face full of concern.

Yet precisely because she had never received the Emperor's favor, her status within the inner palace was not high. Though officially a Jieyu, the eunuchs and palace attendants scarcely took her seriously at all.