I really am a fortune teller

"It's free." The old man waved his hand, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Wei Chen: "This is my business card. If you want to make anything in the future, come to me. If I have any materials that I don't understand, I'll also ask you to appraise them."

This old man is really something, he's a complete weapon-refining fanatic. Wei Chen glanced at the business card, which read: Du Yihan, Nine-Star Weapon-Refining Master.

Since he is a nine-star weapon-refining master, I should try to curry favor with him and share his life, death, honor, and disgrace from now on.

So Wei Chen simply told them the information he had previously obtained from the system.

Wei Chen coughed and said, "Actually, I know what that coal-like material was."

Du Yihan's eyes widened: "You know? Then tell me quickly."

Du Yihan was extremely excited, even grabbing Wei Chen so tightly that her nails dug into his arm. Wei Chen felt some pain, but he calmly pushed Du Yihan away, saying, "The fragments from the drought demon aren't actually very good materials..."

As soon as Wei Chen finished speaking, Du Yihan exclaimed excitedly, "What are you talking about? This is excellent material. If this is made into a talisman, it can protect against all zombies below the level of a zombie king. If you carry it with you, as long as there are no drought demons in the zombie cave, you can enter and exit uninhabited areas."

Wei Chen was dumbfounded.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Even in my past life, if a place had a zombie, it would have attracted a large number of cultivators. Even the land where the zombie had slept would have been thoroughly dug up. This is because zombie soil, like the debris of a drought demon, is a good material for making talismans to ward off evil.

The higher the level of the zombie, the greater the pressure of the zombie soil, which can intimidate ghosts and all zombies of lower level.

It is indeed a good material.

Du Yihan excitedly hugged Wei Chen, almost kissing him on the cheek, but Wei Chen pushed her away defensively. Du Yihan wasn't angry at all, and looked at Wei Chen with a smile, saying, "You're really my lucky star, my lucky star! From now on, you can come for free, and you can choose any magical artifact in the courtyard."

Wei Chen coughed and said, "Thank you."

As expected, nine-star professionals are either insane or on the path to madness.

Jiang Hanyi outside wasn't idle either. The white-haired boy had prepared a table of delicious food for him, and Jiang Hanyi chatted with the white-haired boy casually, mainly intending to get some information out of him.

But the white-haired boy looked young, yet his words were incredibly tight and unspoken.

This really put Jiang Hanyi in a difficult position.

Not long after, Wei Chen was seen returning laden with spoils. The white-haired youth was also dumbfounded; when had his stingy master ever been so generous?

As soon as Wei Chen came out, he stuffed a magic sword and a peach wood sword into Jiang Hanyi's arms: "These are for you."

"Take it?" Jiang Hanyi said in disbelief, "I heard that Master Du Yihan's weapon-forging skills are indeed excellent, but his fees are also outrageously high. Even if the materials you appraised are free, you can only get one free at most. How did you manage to empty his armory?"

“He had a lot of things scattered haphazardly in his yard,” Wei Chen said honestly. “He let me choose whatever I wanted.”

The white-haired boy was dumbfounded. It was raining red! His stingy master had actually given away so many things. Normally, he would be heartbroken if he lost even a penny.

Without saying a word, the white-haired boy rushed into the room. He had to go and see what was wrong with Du Yihan.

Wei Chen pulled Jiang Hanyi and said, "Now that we've bought the things, let's hurry back."

The two returned to the pavilion where the Cloth Bag Monk was, but when they entered, the shop was in an uproar. The Cloth Bag Monk said to the people in front of him in an annoyed tone, "This is the price of your stuff. Take it or leave it. If you're not buying, get out of here. I have a very important guest coming tomorrow."

The other person held a beautiful Southern Red Agate Guanyin statue, about 40 or 50 centimeters tall, and said with a stiff neck, "This is a Southern Red Agate Guanyin that has been passed down in my family for generations. If my family hadn't suffered a disaster, I would never have sold it. You're asking for such a low price. Have you even considered my feelings?"

"Why should I care about your feelings?" The Laughing Buddha rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Such a large Southern Red Guanyin is indeed rare, but the price I asked for is not low. If you think my price is too low, you can go somewhere else and stop coming here."

Although the Laughing Buddha said that, he would always cautiously glance at the Southern Red Guanyin when the other person wasn't paying attention. Based on Wei Chen's understanding of the Laughing Buddha, he guessed that the Laughing Buddha really wanted it, but didn't dare to say it out loud.

That's how it is when you run an antique shop. If someone comes to sell antiques, you absolutely cannot act like you're eager for them. That's something only a novice would do. If that happens, the customer will definitely raise the price to a point that no one can accept, and that's when the deal falls apart.

"Such a large piece of Southern Red Agate Guanyin, and you only offered 50? How dare you? My ancestors said this thing is worth at least 500 million." The man, dressed in shabby clothes and with a face covered in soot, shouted at the Cloth Bag Monk.

Jiang Hanyi looked at Wei Chen with a smile: "You recognized that rare material at Du Yihan's stall earlier, which means you have a good eye. Now, come and see how much this Southern Red Guanyin is worth?"

"How would I know any of this?" Wei Chen sighed and said, "I'm just an ordinary person."

"Oh my, an ordinary person?" Jiang Hanyi rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Can you stop pretending to be modest? You must be secretly delighted to hear what I said, right?"

"No, no," Wei Chen shook his head and said, "It just feels generally comfortable."

The two were talking quite loudly, which caught the attention of the monk with the cloth bag and the seller. The seller turned around, looked Wei Chen up and down, and blurted out, "Wei Chen, what are you doing here?"

Wei Chen looked at the seller with a puzzled expression. The fact that the seller knew his name meant that the two of them knew each other. But Wei Chen couldn't recall knowing anyone like this.

The man wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve: "Wei Chen, don't you remember me? I'm Fang Xihua."

Wei Chen looked at the other person with a confused expression and said, "That Fang Xihua from junior high?"

Fang Xihua said with a smile, "Yes, it's me."

Wei Chen said excitedly, "Fang Xihua, it's been so long since we last met!" In fact, Wei Chen didn't have a deep impression of Fang Xihua. This was someone he could only find in the original owner's memories. Since the other party knew the original owner, there might be some close relationship between them. Wei Chen couldn't let the other party discover any clues.

However, before Wei Chen could finish speaking, Fang Xihua looked at Wei Chen with disdain and said, "I didn't expect you to still be the same as before, ignorant and incompetent."