I really am a fortune teller

Wei Chen didn't know where to put his hands. The counter was clean, and there was nothing in the shop. Wei Chen had no reference point: "I just need some copper coins, copper coins for fortune telling."

The old man looked at Wei Chen as if he'd seen a ghost: "You only want a little copper coin? Are you sure?"

Wei Chen nodded: "If you have a tortoise shell compass or something, or a peach wood sword, that would be good for self-defense. I'll pay for it."

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, pointing to the inner room and saying, "Go to the yard and choose. Take as much as you want, it's free. Give me the materials you have, can you tell me what these are?"

Wei Chen could fool the white-haired youth, but he couldn't fool the old man in front of him. He coughed and said, "To be honest, I don't know what this is. Our family has a special skill that can determine the value of something."

"Are you a treasure hunter?" the old man asked Wei Chen. "Only a treasure hunter with a discerning eye can possibly discern the true value of a treasure."

"I guess so," Wei Chen said with a smile.

"But you don't look like someone with clairvoyance," the old man said casually, picking up the material from Wei Chen's hand. "This is a good thing. Although I don't know what it's for, the energy it contains is indeed enormous. The treasure hunter of the Xia family, Master Guan Guan, told me that this material is the best. Judging from your appearance, you should be a fortune teller. Can you make a prediction?"

In fact, the old man had long seen that Wei Chen was at most a one-star fortune teller, not a particularly powerful figure. He only said this to keep his promise that Wei Chen was the only one who could find the most precious materials.

For a weapon refiner, materials hold immense allure, and those who can recognize the quality of materials will naturally receive preferential treatment.

Following the old man's instructions, Wei Chen walked directly into the courtyard. However, when he saw several baskets of magic swords, compasses, copper coins, and even clothes and hats in the courtyard, his mouth twitched.

"Host, this system has detected many magical artifacts. If we devour them, we can gain a lot of merit. Do you want to devour them all?"

"Host, this system has detected many magical artifacts. If we devour them all, we can gain a lot of merit. Would you like to devour them all?"

"Host, this system has detected many magical artifacts. If we devour them all, we can gain a lot of merit. Would you like to devour them all?"

Before 901 could recover from the shock, it heard this sound in its ear, and the other party was very excited, repeating it several times to express its excitement.

"What the hell are you talking about? Swallow it." Wei Chen rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Stop acting cute."

“Okay,” the system finally returned to normal: “Host, are you really not going to devour them? If you do devour these magical artifacts, they will provide you with a total of 500 million merits.”

"Why would so much merit be offered?" Wei Chen asked, puzzled.

"That's how it is..."

Stop trying to be cute!

"It's like this. When these magical artifacts were made, they contained a lot of materials from zombies or ghosts, all of which are very precious. For example, the black charcoal you were holding earlier was actually fragments from a drought demon, which is extremely valuable and perfect for making magical artifacts. However, there are very few of those things, and consuming them wouldn't bring much merit, so I didn't remind you earlier. But now, if you consume all the magical artifacts in this courtyard, it can provide you with a lot of merit."

So that's how it is. Wei Chen finally understood, but he refused outright: "This belongs to someone else. What would it look like if I took it?"

"Can divine prophecy reveal the quality of every magical artifact? Based on a 100% accuracy rate?" Wei Chen recently discovered this function at a jade gambling market.

He didn't need to ask about each artifact individually; he could simply ask the system directly, using 100% as a benchmark, and have the system display the percentage of each artifact to determine its quality.

As soon as Wei Chen finished speaking, numbers appeared on all the magical artifacts in the courtyard.

It must be said that each of the ritual implements was exquisitely crafted.

Most of the magical artifacts give a result of over 90%.

He truly is a master of weapon crafting.

100% is also ubiquitous.

Wei Chen wasn't greedy. He chose two magic swords, two peach wood swords, a set of five emperor coins, and a compass. The magic swords were specially prepared for Jiang Hanyi, who was a psychic doctor, but the peach wood swords and such were still essential.

Given that both are 100% certain, Wei Chen's choice naturally leans towards beauty over ugliness. The two he chose are the most beautiful ones. However, the most important factor for a peach wood sword is the quality of the peach wood itself; 100-year-old peach wood and 50-year-old peach wood are two completely different things.

A 100% pure peach wood sword is never less than a hundred years old. Peach wood swords are naturally undecorated, but magic swords are inlaid with some beautiful gems or decorations.

As Wei Chen was making his selections, he noticed that the old man had somehow appeared on the doorframe, watching him with a smile.

When the old man discovered that almost everything Wei Chen had selected was of the highest quality, he was quite surprised: "Do you really have a pair of heavenly eyes?"

"I guess so." Wei Chen scratched his head. "My family's ancestral technique is a bit different from the Heavenly Eye, but it can still judge whether something is good or bad."

The old man said, "Indeed, very impressive. With this skill, you could completely thrive in the antique market. Why bother with the trouble of fortune telling?"

“My family has been fortune tellers for generations,” Wei Chen said with a grin, looking at the old man. “For people like us who have worked so hard for so long but still can’t level up, it’s really a matter of life and death.”

The old man shook his head indifferently: "Heroes don't ask about their origins. There are many ways to succeed, and there's no need to get stuck on just one."

Wei Chen smiled and said, "I've made my choice."

The old man nodded: "Young man, you will definitely amount to something."

Just as Wei Chen was about to leave, something inconspicuous caught his attention. He discovered a small black box hidden among the messy pile of magic swords, and the numbers on the black box left him speechless.

200%.

The system also used bright red numbers to display them.

He seemed very excited.

Wei Chen picked up the small black box and looked at the old man, saying, "Can I have the things too?"

"You have a sharp eye." The old man smiled, not taking it seriously at all. "I've had this thing in my hands for a while, but I never knew what it was. You have the third eye, so you must know what it is. I'll give it to you."

As Wei Chen picked up the small black box, a line of text appeared before his eyes:

One of the keys to the Divine Ruins.