My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 111 This is a Fake!

The third floor of the Kang City Hotel was a frequent haunt for high-ranking officials and dignitaries. They often gathered to exchange novel trinkets and curiosities, such as antiques. Unlike the Ye Family Auction House, this place had no strict rules. Everyone could freely appraise the items and make offers to purchase them. In truth, the primary purpose of these gatherings was to network and maintain connections.

Yang Qi recognized a few familiar faces: Ye Lingyue, Qin Tian’s father Qin Lan, and the City Lord of Kang City, Zhao Xiong. Others were complete strangers, but a single glance was enough to tell they hailed from extraordinary families. Regardless of their true character, they all maintained an air of politeness. Whether it was an act or genuine, it didn’t matter.

"Miss Lin!" Zhao Xiong and the others called out, moving to greet Lin Qingxuan. Suddenly, both he and Ye Lingyue froze when they spotted Yang Qi.

"Mr. Yang!" they exclaimed in unison, stepping forward to speak with him.

"Miss Ye, City Lord Zhao, you’re being too formal," Yang Qi said with a smile. "I’m just a young man in my twenties. There’s no need to call me ’Mister.’"

"I didn’t expect you to be here, Mr. Yang!" Even though they knew Yang Qi disliked the formal address, neither Zhao Xiong nor Ye Lingyue dared to call him by his first name. They treated him with the utmost respect, a sight that left many people in the room baffled, especially the members of the Qin Family.

"What’s so special about that Yang Qi?" Qin Lan frowned.

"There’s nothing special about him. They’re just showing deference to Lin Qingxuan," his wife spat. The sight of Yang Qi instantly reminded her of their son, Qin Tian. "What dreadful luck, running into him here. Honey, let’s just go home. I can’t stand the sight of him!" Qin Tian’s funeral is in two days. We’ll use the occasion to display our power and make everyone understand that a mere Yang Qi, even with Lin Qingxuan as a backer, is no match for us.

"Fine," Qin Lan said, casting a cold glance at Yang Qi before turning to leave.

Yang Qi just smiled, unfazed. He was well aware that Qin Tian’s funeral was in two days. I plan to attend.

"Mr. Yang, there are many fine items here. Please, feel free to look around at your leisure," Zhao Xiong said with a smile.

"Don’t mind me, City Lord Zhao. I’ll just browse on my own," Yang Qi replied with a smile.

"Very well." Zhao Xiong knew Yang Qi wasn’t fond of crowds, so he left him to his own devices.

After a full circuit of the room, Yang Qi was somewhat disappointed to have found no antiques suffused with Spiritual Energy. In the end, his gaze settled on an object placed on a high platform in the center of the room. Covered by a black cloth, it was clearly the main event of the evening. What is that? Its shape vaguely resembled a painting or perhaps a calligraphy scroll.

"That’s a Treasure brought by Wang Nantian, the Master of the Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall. It’s said to have fetched a price of three hundred million Dragon Coins at an overseas auction!" Ye Lingyue explained, hurrying over. Her family owned an auction house, so she was naturally well-versed in such matters.

"Three hundred million Dragon Coins!" Yang Qi exclaimed in surprise. What kind of treasure could fetch such an astronomical price? I’ll have to get a good look at it later.

"By the way, where is the Hall Master?" Yang Qi asked.

"That’s right, why hasn’t he arrived yet? We’re all waiting for his main event to be presented," Zhao Xiong added curiously.

"You all know about the Hall Master’s condition," Ye Lingyue said. "He was crippled years ago and is confined to a wheelchair. It must be inconvenient for him. Let’s just wait."

"Thank you for your kind words, Miss Ye. This old man has arrived!" Suddenly, a wheelchair rolled in from the entrance. The voice had come from the man seated in it.

Yang Qi’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the man, Wang Nantian. He’s likely already reached the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm. This aura... it’s incredibly rare. At the very least, I haven’t encountered anyone like this in Kang City. The only exception might be that group of mysterious, terrifyingly powerful individuals atop Kangshan that day, but it was hard to judge them accurately.

"Hmm?" Yang Qi’s gaze suddenly locked onto a pendant hanging from Wang Nantian’s waist, and he found he couldn’t look away. The Dragon God Technique contains a record of such an item. It’s called an Ancestral Dragon Stone. There are nine types, each containing the power of an ancestral dragon. Once all nine are gathered, one can set up the Nine Dragons Absorption Array! That’s far more powerful than an ordinary Spirit Gathering Array. It can help a Cultivator continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, even transforming a mundane location into a nexus of spiritual energy. Over time, even ordinary people living there would benefit. The stones come in nine colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet, black, and white. The one Wang Nantian is wearing is a green Ancestral Dragon Stone, which represents the Power of Life.

"Alright, I’ve kept you all waiting," Wang Nantian said with a smile, motioning for the person behind him. "Remove the black cloth!"

His aide complied, revealing the item. The Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall had recently run into some trouble and was in dire need of a large sum of money, which was why Wang Nantian had brought this painting to be auctioned.

"The asking price is three hundred million Dragon Coins. I’m not looking to profit from any of you. Whoever wants it can take it for that price. Of course, if there are competing bids, the highest bidder will win!" Wang Nantian announced.

"It’s a one-of-a-kind painting by Tang Yin! No wonder it’s so expensive!" someone exclaimed.

"I’ve studied Tang Yin’s work for years. This Lady Painting is incredibly lifelike—it’s definitely his brushwork!"

"Hall Master Wang, I’ll take this painting! You’re a renowned connoisseur of antiques. I trust your eye!" another person declared, immediately meeting the asking price. It was clear he was a true lover of art.

Yang Qi shook his head but said nothing. It’s none of my business, so I shouldn’t meddle.

To his surprise, however, Lin Qingxuan suddenly placed a bid. "I bid four hundred million Dragon Coins! I’ll give this painting to my seventh uncle as a gift. He’ll love it!" Lin Qingxuan’s parents had passed away when she was young, and it was her seventh uncle who had raised her. He had always been very kind to her, and she knew he was fond of antiques.

"Don’t buy it!" Yang Qi finally couldn’t stop himself from speaking out.

"What did you say? ’Don’t buy it’?" The crowd was stunned.

Wang Nantian frowned, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes. A young man beside him had an even darker expression. "Sir, if you don’t intend to buy, then don’t. But what do you mean by telling someone else not to? Are you some kind of expert on ancient paintings?" This young man was Wang Nantian’s only son, Wang He, and he clearly thought Yang Qi was deliberately causing trouble.

Wang Nantian also spoke, his tone mild. "Young man, you seem to have an issue with my painting. Please, enlighten us. What’s the problem?"

Yang Qi sighed. "If anyone else were buying it, I would have kept quiet. As long as the secret remains unknown, no one gets hurt. Unfortunately, since my friend is the one buying, I have to say something."

"Oh? Are you suggesting there’s a problem with the painting itself?" Wang Nantian said with a smile. "I remind you, this is a work by Tang Yin. His mastery in the art of Lady Paintings is second to none, from ancient times to the present day!"

"I don’t deny Tang Yin’s skill is magnificent," Yang Qi replied calmly. "But unfortunately, this particular piece of yours is a counterfeit. At best, it’s a high-quality forgery."