“Teacher, don’t you remember?” Agares asked in a low, deep voice, his attitude respectful and polite, seeing that his teacher remained silent. “Would you like me to recall and explain the law to you, just as you once taught me?”

unnecessary!

Absolutely not!

Absolutely not!

Thanks!

Bo Jichen mentally rejected him three times in a row, and began his shameless, indiscriminate performance of taking advantage of his age: "I'm old, I'm old, I'm useless, my memory is getting worse and worse."

"Don't remind me, and please don't let me recall. I need to think for myself. If I don't use my brain for a long time, it will rust and I'll get Alzheimer's. Article 280 of the Criminal Code, right? Don't worry, I'll definitely tell you after I've looked it up."

"I'm going back to my seat now. My eldest daughter is up there; it's a beautiful sight to behold."

After Bo Jichen finished speaking, he straightened up and was about to return to his seat when his unruly disciple, who remained seated, asked in a cool tone, "Teacher, are you alright? Do you need me to help you over?"

Bo Jichen almost plopped back down in his seat: "..."

Traitorous disciple!

A complete scoundrel.

Is this a reminder that his identity has been exposed?

Or has the big darling's identity been exposed?

"Then it's decided, alright." Jiang Si responded to Huai Guo's words, and slowly walked to the rock that several people couldn't wrap their arms around. She tapped the rock with her hand and complained about the knife stuck in the crack of the rock: "You are a knife with a story. A rock has trapped you and made you rusty?"

"Can't you use your brain? Don't you know what kind of forging process you used? That's enough, come out now."

The knife remained firmly planted in the crack in the rock.

Jiang Si scratched her head, looked up at the hilt of her knife: "Fine, you really won't come out. It's right that you don't give me face. If you really came out, you'd scare these bastards to death."

On stage, her lips moved, but no one in the audience could hear her speak; they could only see her mouth babbling.

Some people are getting impatient and can't wait to get to the grand finale: the 7th-tier plant healing is the fruit of your cultivation.

Just as I was about to urge them on, I saw the petite girl on the stage kick a rock that several people couldn't even lift.

The huge rock on the platform rolled over, and the knife handle stuck in the middle of the rock suddenly came into her hand.

The audience gasped in dismay.

Whose daughter is that on stage?

Are they from the Troia Empire?

Or are they just disguised orcs?

Or perhaps they are merfolk who have come ashore?

Or perhaps they are from the Fourth Civilization.

How could someone have such strength? With one kick, they sent the rock, which several people couldn't even wrap their arms around, flying to the side.

Jiang Si reached out and gripped the hilt of the knife, then said to Huai Guo, "Can you make sure my voice is heard by everyone?"

Huai Guo didn't understand what she was going to do, but she was a friend of the 7th-level plant healer, someone who could kick a stone to the side with one kick. Such a person was not to be offended.

He adjusted the projector's volume, and now not only was the projection 360 degrees without any blind spots, but even the voice could be synchronized: "It's ready, please go ahead, please go ahead."

"Thank you!" Jiang Si said politely in a deep voice, "Mr. Huai Guo, actually I just want to tell you that your introduction is wrong. The Tang sword did not originate from the island nation before the zombie era of ancient Earth. It originated from the prosperous Sui and Tang Dynasties, 2000 years before the zombie era of ancient China."

"Tang sword" is not the name of this sword, but a general term for military swords during the Sui and Tang dynasties. It was recorded in the Tang Liudian that there were four types of swords: the ceremonial sword, the shield sword, the horizontal sword, and the long sword.

Jiang Si's clear and steady voice echoed throughout the auction hall, inspiring awe in some and skepticism in others.

Those who doubted it naturally clamored: "Whatever you say goes! Why do you insist it's a Chinese sword when you don't consider it to be from an island nation?"

Jiang Si glanced sideways at the source of the voice, her hand gripping the hilt of her knife: "Sir, the way you speak is just like the way the Koreans before the zombie era on Earth were shouting to the world that kimchi is our traditional food and that China is just a thief."

"Actually, they are unwilling to admit that if we go back a bit further, they were still a vassal state of ancient China. Pickled vegetables were not even considered a dish in the three northeastern provinces of ancient China; at most, they were just a small side dish."

"Similarly, the ancestors of the island nation most admired the Tang culture of ancient China's splendid civilization. Before the zombies of ancient Earth, they called the ancient Chinese Tang Dynasty the Celestial Dynasty. The knives they used later were all based on the knife-making system of ancient China. Do you understand, grandson!"

The man who had been shouting yelled, "What do you mean? Who are you calling a grandson?"

Jiang Si smiled and said, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to tell you that a son is always a son, and your father will always be your father. No matter how things change, that's an undeniable fact."

"you………"

“And you’re right, this knife belongs to me now, it’s mine, and it’s not a broken knife.” Jiang Si said, pulling hard, but the blade didn’t budge.

Her expression tightened.

The 360-degree projection vividly displayed the subtle changes on her face, eliciting a burst of laughter from the entire audience.

The person who had just been yelling at her not only laughed even louder, but also mocked, "You say it's your knife, but you can't even pull it out, yet you're still spouting nonsense here. It's disgusting."

3000 years.

He's developed a temper.

It's not as simple as just saying it.

No amount of persuasion will work.

I'll pull it out myself.

Still acting tough here.

Jiang Si exhaled a breath of stale air, nodded, rolled up the sleeve holding the knife hilt, stared at the knife, and slapped the stone with her left hand.

With a loud bang.

The rock, which several people couldn't encircle, shattered and turned to dust.

She held the rusty knife in her hand.

The laughter in the room abruptly stopped.

They stared in disbelief at the stage.

I couldn't help but shiver.

She shattered a rock that several people couldn't encircle with a single slap. If she had hit someone on the head, it would have been like being struck by lightning, shattering them into dust like the rock itself.

"Sorry to disgust you, but let me tell you again, it's not just a broken knife. It's more valuable than any of you here." Jiang Si held the knife in one hand, twirled it, and used it to directly cleave open the transparent glass box containing the 288 zombie crystal cores.

Huai Guo was shocked and stepped forward. Those were auction items that someone else had won. How could he explain that one was missing?

Jiang Si got up and casually picked up 5 level 5 zombie crystal cores. With a slight exertion of her hand, she embedded the crystal cores, which were crystal clear, into the table.

She stepped forward and asked suspiciously, "I bought this thing. Is it okay if I use it in advance?"

Huai Guo stepped back, saying, "Of course, no problem, please use it!"

The others in the auction hall felt a chill run down their spines.

They said it was a gemstone.

Why do I sense that what the little girl on stage is holding isn't just a simple gemstone?

Bo Jichen stared intently at the stage. His darling had told him that buying this gemstone would be useful; she would buy it herself—it was a whetstone.

Is she trying to sharpen her knife in public by doing this?

Agareth's dark eyes were fixed intently on the person on the auction stage.

"You think it's rusty and can't cut people anymore, right?" Jiang Si held the hilt of the knife in her right hand and stroked the rusty blade with her left. "Didn't I already say? It belongs to a female war goddess from ancient Earth."

"That female war goddess's mount has a mental energy shield, and the clothes she wore have been preserved to this day. So how do you think the knife she used to kill zombies became a broken knife?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the tip of her knife pierced the zombie's crystal core. She pressed her left hand on the blade and her right hand against the hilt, pushing forward. The rusty back of the knife rubbed against the zombie's crystal core, sparks flying everywhere.

Then, a murderous and bloody aura emanated from the center of the auction house, accompanied by bursts of fire, spreading out with immense power and creating a powerful oppressive force that enveloped the entire auction house.