Appraising Treasures at Knifepoint

Late at night on Jiangling’s Antique Street, Lu Chen’s livestream suddenly drew a hundred thousand viewers, all because the bronze cauldron in his hands was dripping blood. Cast out by a cultivation family as a worthless failure, he could only make a living identifying antiques on camera. Tonight, as he appraised a piece of jade, his livestream was instantly shut down: hidden inside the jade was evidence that a Dao Alliance enshrined elder was plotting a rebellion, along with details of a bloody court case from three hundred years ago. After fusing with the jade, Lu Chen saw the truth and gained the ability to plan a thousand miles ahead. From then on, every antique became part of a scheme, and everyone who came to him for an appraisal carried a secret they dared not reveal. The cultivators who had once stood above everyone else began kneeling before his camera one by one, begging him to stop. They thought he was still the worthless failure they could discard at will. But Lu Chen knew that this time, he would make the entire Dao Alliance pay for his dignity with their lives. When enemies surrounded his dilapidated studio, he unleashed a pack of troublemaking contracted beasts and snatched all their fans in return. Every move pushed the rules to the brink, and every battle gave the Supernatural Administration a headache. But just as he was about to reach the top of the Rising Stars rankings, he discovered that his emotions were fading rapidly as his cultivation advanced: his mentor’s face was growing blurry, and his companions’ laughter seemed more distant. Power, or his humanity? Lu Ran looked at the contract in his palm and smiled. “I want both.” But the magic dragon’s next warning made him go cold all over. “My lord, your contracted beasts… seem to be out of control.”