"Thank you, big sister." Jian Ning turned back and smiled sweetly at her, then continued walking forward.

What attracted her this time was an enamel jar, covered with a thick layer of patina, and she could feel that it was imbued with a strong yin energy.

It must have just been unearthed from the tomb. These tomb raiders are really bold; they're willing to risk their lives for money. Keeping something with such heavy yin energy around can easily diminish a person's luck.

The stall owner was an old man, who looked to be at least seventy years old.

Her sparse hair was mostly white. On the stall on the ground, besides this enamel jar, there were also many ancient coins and several bowl-shaped utensils. Jian Ning glanced at them and realized they were all genuine.

"Then there's no doubt about it; it must have been done by grave robbers." He squatted down and asked with a smile.

"Grandpa, how much are these iron coins for you?"

"1000 yuan each, no bargaining." The old man waved his palm-leaf fan without even lifting his eyelids. His attitude was, "Take it or leave it, this is my price."

"It's not cheap, and it's hard to tell if it's real or fake, but I really like the pattern on this plate. Sir, please give me a fair price."

When Jian Ning asked about the plate, the old man finally looked up at her.

"Young lady, you have a good eye. These are all from the Tang Dynasty. This is the lowest price."

“Sir, I’m serious about buying this. Your price is too high. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll give you ten thousand yuan for this plate and this jar.”

"No, everything on my stall is genuine. You can buy it and have it checked anywhere. I've lived this long, I don't lie."

When Jian Ning heard him say that, she laughed. Every street vendor claims that their wares are genuine. But this old man wasn't lying. Although these were antiques, they weren't from the Tang Dynasty.

Only that enamel jar was full of spiritual energy; everything else had been corrupted by yin energy and had lost its spiritual power. It was useless for her to have it.

So he picked up the enamel jar and examined it carefully: "Sir, this jar has a chipped rim. Could you give me a discount?"

I wanted to buy it to grow some flowers and plants. It looks nice, but your asking price of ten or twenty thousand is really too expensive.”

"If you just want this jar, ten thousand will do. I'm only selling it to you because you're really interested. Otherwise, I wouldn't sell it to you." The old man glanced at the jar and stated the price.

“Okay,” Jian Ning didn’t try to bargain with him. This old man was clearly an expert in tomb raiding, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

He knew perfectly well whether it was a genuine antique or not. If it weren't for the fact that a piece was missing from the rim of the jar, he might not have been able to buy it for ten thousand.

She readily scanned the code to pay. The old man gave her a bag wrapped in several newspapers. Jian Ning carefully carried the jar and continued walking.

A few stalls away, I spotted something that caught my eye. I walked over, bent down, picked up a large purple gourd from the ground, and asked, "How much is this?"

"This is a purple-gold gourd, the same one used by Laozi, priced at 6 million!" The stall owner, seeing a customer, immediately approached with a smile.

"It looks quite old. Where did it come from?" Jian Ning asked casually.

"It fell from the sky. Sun Wukong ate all the pills that Laozi had refined, and when he got angry, he threw the gourd away, which is how I ended up picking it up."

Hearing his words, Jian Ning couldn't help but laugh: "Boss, you're really funny. You even said it's the same style as Laozi. I think it might be the same style as the Calabash Brothers."

"6 million? That's way too much of a price tag. Are you trying to make a fortune off your family? I'm serious about buying it, so give me the honest answer: how much do you want it for?"

"Hey, little sister, if you're really serious about it, give me 680. That's an auspicious price!"

The stall owner flashed a mouthful of yellow teeth, his eyes squinting as he smiled, probably finding it amusing that Jian Ning said it was the same style as the Calabash Brothers.

"It's still too expensive. I'll take it for 68. Want to sell?" Jian Ning didn't put down the gourd in her hand and rounded it down to zero.

“Okay, I’ll give you a small one too, it’s called buy one get one free.” The stall owner bent down and took a small gourd from the stall, not much bigger than his palm, and handed it to Jian Ning.

This made her wonder if she had overpaid, since this was given away for free.

If it weren't for the spiritual energy contained inside the gourd, one would really suspect that the gourd was grown by the stall owner himself!

However, once a price was given, there was no going back. Jian Ning paid him sixty-eight yuan and continued browsing with the two gourds in her hand.

Next, I bought a few more small items that looked unremarkable but had a certain charm.

The cheapest item was a snuff bottle, which only cost her five yuan. Actually, most of the sellers here don't know their stuff. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sold it to her as a fake.

Carrying these things was a bit conspicuous, so Jian Ning left the market first, found a secluded spot, threw them all into her spatial storage, and then moved to another location to continue looking at them.

This antique market is huge; you could walk around it for an hour and still not see the end. As I was walking, my eyes suddenly lit up. There was a shop next to me with the words "Ancient Jade Studio" written on it, and the spiritual light inside was so bright it was almost blinding.

Even through the glass, it was impossible to see what was making the noise. Without hesitation, Jian Ning stepped inside.

There were only two or three people scattered around the shop, looking at the ornaments on the display shelves. One of the shop assistants sat behind the counter, making no move to greet customers. They seemed used to these people just looking and not buying.

As soon as Jian Ning entered, she smiled at the shop assistant, then turned her gaze to the direction emitting the spiritual light, where a rather large jade ornament immediately caught her eye. The price tag below read: Black Jade Blue and White Pixiu, 220,000.

These prices are not cheap! I took a closer look at the other items in the store; they ranged from thousands to tens of thousands of yuan. The highest price didn't exceed one million yuan.

However, the quality of the items in this shop is quite good; at least there are more than thirty kinds of items that look spiritual.

If she buys all of these, she'll probably be able to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining after absorbing them.

"Hello, is there any room for negotiation on this price?" Jian Ning casually picked up a bracelet priced at 24,500 yuan and asked the shop assistant.

"We can offer a discount of up to 10%. If you like, you can try them on. Our store guarantees that all items are genuine and come with certificates."

Even with a 10% discount, it's not much cheaper.

"Is your boss in? I need a lot; I'd like to discuss it with him in person," Jian Ning said with a smile, putting the jade bracelet back into the box on the display shelf.

"Please wait a moment, I'll make a call and ask. I was just out for a little while." The clerk said, picking up his phone to call the boss and explain the situation.

"My boss will be here soon. They're playing chess next door. Please wait a moment, sir. Please sit here and wait."

As the shop assistant spoke, he came out from behind the counter, led Jian Ning to sit down at the coffee table next to him, and poured her a cup of tea.