I, the Stone Gambling King

Wang Meng was just the most inconspicuous stone mover on the streets of Ruili. Until that morning, the stone he held in his palm suddenly started to have a heartbeat. A piece of priceless imperial green turned out to be blood jade after being cut open. The lost art of jade refining is hidden in the pupils of a thousand-year-old Buddha. There is also the cheongsam woman who always appears on full-moon nights. In her jade bracelet, there is a soul entangled with Wang Meng's past and present lives. Gambling on stones is like gambling on life, and appraising treasures is like appraising hearts. When Wang Meng discovered that his fingertips could touch the memories sealed in jade, he was involved in a dispute in the jade world that spanned a thousand years. Some people are borrowing jade to extend their lives, and some are using jade to form formations, and an emerald-colored line is slowly emerging on his palm... "There is no waste in this world, only unawakened souls."