My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 153: Materials for Refining the Foundation Establishment Pill

Master Wang said proudly, "This mirror, it is said, was a Magic Artifact crafted by a Cultivator from the Qing Dynasty. It can exorcise evil and ward off misfortune. To acquire this mirror, our Treasure Pavilion spent a full three hundred million."

"It really is magical. Even an ordinary person like me can feel it!" Lei Yingying said.

"I feel the same. It’s so comforting, as if I’m immersed in heaven!" Ye Qianqian added.

Hearing this, Master Wang became even more smug. He glanced at Yang Qi with disdain but was met with the same cold, indifferent expression. Irritated, he couldn’t help but challenge him, "Mr. Yang, do you really look down on a three-hundred-million-dollar Magic Artifact?"

"What kind of Magic Artifact is this? It’s just a mirror tainted with evil energy. Keeping it at home brings no benefits, only great harm," Yang Qi said flatly.

"You! You’re talking nonsense!" Master Wang was furious. Even if Yang Qi was Lei Yingying’s friend, he couldn’t stand by while someone spoke of the Treasure Pavilion’s Magic Artifacts in such a manner. How could he not be angry?

"Heh, say whatever you like," Yang Qi laughed scornfully. "But if this thing is sold, it’s your Treasure Pavilion’s reputation that will be tarnished, not mine."

"You say it has evil energy. Do you have any evidence?" Master Wang couldn’t help but ask. He saw that Yang Qi was speaking confidently and didn’t seem to be bluffing. Besides, since he was so knowledgeable about antiques, he was likely some kind of expert, so he couldn’t help but ask.

With a small laugh, Yang Qi walked over, smashed the glass cabinet with a single punch, then took out the mirror and threw it to the ground.

CRACK!

The mirror shattered.

The scene stunned everyone present. The security guards were stupefied, Master Wang was dumbfounded, and Lei Yingying was speechless, while Ye Qianqian looked utterly baffled.

But in the next moment, blood began to flow from the shattered mirror, along with a few strands of hair and some bone fragments.

This sight stopped Master Wang, who had been about to curse Yang Qi, dead in his tracks.

"What! What’s going on here?" Master Wang exclaimed in surprise.

"It’s simple. These are common tools used in Evil Techniques," Yang Qi said coldly. "That hair must belong to a woman who died a tragic death. Those bone fragments likely belonged to a prisoner who was tortured. As for that blood, you don’t even have to ask to know it’s from someone who died of a plague. These things were embedded within for the sole purpose of harming people. And to think you treated it as a Treasure. Just consider that three hundred million the price of a lesson."

"Mr. Yang, thank you so much! If it weren’t for you, my Treasure Pavilion’s reputation would have been ruined," Master Wang said, finally understanding that he had completely underestimated Yang Qi’s capabilities. The man was incredibly formidable.

"No need for thanks. I’m just a little disappointed," Yang Qi replied. He had actually hoped to buy something good here, but the exhibits were truly subpar. He decided it was better to leave and not waste any more time. Every moment of delay reminded him of Lin Qingxuan being taken away, filling him with an unbearable sense of resentment.

"Why don’t I see any Medicinal Herbs?" Yang Qi couldn’t help but ask.

"The Medicinal Herbs aren’t in here. Please come with me, Mr. Yang!" Master Wang’s attitude had done a complete one-eighty; his previous dismissiveness was replaced with the utmost respect.

The Medicinal Herbs were kept in a room shielded from light, clearly to prevent the sunlight from altering their properties.

"To think they have something this good here!" Yang Qi scanned the room, a smile touching his lips. He had been worrying about not having the necessary ingredients to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill. It was time for his Foundation Establishment, and without the pill, the process would be much more difficult. Unexpectedly, he had found a key ingredient right here: Ge Hong Grass.

"This one. Name your price, I’ll buy it." He wasn’t short on money, having just received a billion from the Lei Family.

Seeing Yang Qi’s expression, Lei Yingying knew he was very fond of the herb. She offered, "Mr. Yang, let me buy this for you."

"There’s no need for that. It’s just a single Medicinal Herb," Master Wang interjected. "I’ll make the decision. It’s a gift for Mr. Yang."

"A gift?" Yang Qi laughed. "I should tell you, while this herb might not be very useful to ordinary people—worth a couple thousand at most—to me, it’s worth over a hundred million."

"It’s truly a gift," Master Wang insisted with a nod. If the Treasure Pavilion could win over someone as talented as Yang Qi, it would be extremely beneficial for their future. As the chief Appraiser, Master Wang knew he could also seek Yang Qi’s help with future troubles.

Yang Qi could easily see through his intentions. After a moment’s thought, he said, "Alright, I’ll accept your favor. In the future, if you come across similar Medicinal Herbs you can’t identify, or any that are over fifty years old, or other Treasures you can’t make sense of, you can come to me."

With that, Yang Qi had struck a deal with Master Wang that was mutually beneficial. He had gained another avenue for finding treasures suitable for his Immortal Cultivation, while the Treasure Pavilion had gained a powerful ally.

"Alright, I have what I came for, so I should be leaving. You two take care. Qianqian, are you staying here to look around, or are you coming back with me?" Yang Qi asked.

"Of course, I’m going back with Brother Qi," Ye Qianqian replied. Since you’ve deemed all the treasures here worthless, what’s the point of me staying any longer? I was only here for the spectacle anyway.

Afterward, Yang Qi bid farewell to Lei Yingying and Master Wang and returned to Kang City with Ye Qianqian.

He returned to Kang City only to find people blocking the gate to his home. Now that Lin Qingxuan was gone, it seemed no one in Kang City could protect him anymore. Are these people underestimating me now?

He was now living in the former Zhang Family mansion, which he had renamed the "Yang Mansion." A few men were yelling furiously outside the gates. The leader was none other than Zhang Zheng from the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall. Before going to Thunder City, Yang Qi had taught Zhang Zheng a lesson outside the Sea View Pavilion. Unexpectedly, the man held a grudge. He was accompanied by several masters, all of them Innate-level experts.

"Yang Qi, get out here! Don’t think we won’t dare to come in just because you’re hiding inside!" Zhang Zheng roared.

"You’re looking for me?" Yang Qi parked the car and walked over with a sneer.

Zhang Zheng’s expression upon seeing Yang Qi was as if he’d laid eyes on his father’s murderer. His injuries had finally healed after several days, but the incident had caused him to lose all face. He had sworn to settle the score. Later, he heard that Yang Qi had become a Guest Elder of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall, tasked with helping them win the match against the Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall and claim the title of Kang City’s Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch. This only made him more disgruntled. Does the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall have no one else? Why would they invite this guy?

Once he recovered, he gathered a few experts to cause trouble for Yang Qi. If not for the Seventy-Two Wolves having been instructed by Yang Qi not to stir up trouble, Zhang Zheng would have likely been crippled by now.

"Kid, don’t think I don’t know you just want to ingratiate yourself with Junior Sister Chen Li and become the favored son-in-law of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall!" Zhang Zheng yelled. "After Lin Qingxuan left, you set your sights on my junior sister. You’re despicable!"