Chapter 436 - Chapter 436 Bian Que Sect (1/2)

Chapter 436 Bian Que Sect

Chen Yu immediately activated the system and scanned the brain information of the man before him.

Macallan had not lied; the Gold scepter had indeed been acquired through legitimate channels, though the person who sold them the scepter seemed rather sleazy.

However, it appeared that Macallan suffered from some kind of memory disease, as many of his memories were very vague.

Chen Yu sighed helplessly and could only take out a banknote to buy back the Gold scepter.

To his surprise, Macallan pressed down on his wrist.

“Sir, you are mistaken. We are here to participate in the art exhibition, and all the items will be awarded as prizes, not for sale,” he said.

Chen Yu was taken aback; even though he had stayed on Mount Augustus for such a long time, he never knew there was an art exhibition.

Just then, the old man in a mask hurried over with several guards.

“Mr. Chen, today is indeed our annual art exhibition. Anyone who wins the championship will receive a prize!”

This piqued Chen Yu’s interest; one way or another, he had to get his hands on that Gold scepter.

The crowd that had gathered around just now also dispersed.

Macallan and a few businessmen cleared a large space and set up a stage there.

A great number of murals and calligraphy were placed on the stage.

Before long, a flapper stood up with a microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, these works come from various auction houses as well as many ancient sites. We are not very clear about the value of these paintings, and if anyone here can guess the origin and the content of these items, we will give a corresponding reward,” she announced.

Chen Yu immediately understood; these folks were essentially here to find a free appraiser.

Looking at their group, with many refined individuals, they were likely experts who had initially made rough appraisals of the paintings.

However, they had not agreed on many of the details and were randomly looking for professional talent here.

Macallan and a few businessmen placed a large amount of gold and silver jewelry on the stage.

At that moment, a middle-aged man confidently walked onto the stage.

“You have the nerve to bring these worthless things here for appraisal!” he exclaimed.

He immediately reached out, grabbed an ink wash landscape painting, and lifted it high.

“If I am not mistaken, this painting should be a drawing of medicinal plants by the divine physician Bian Que! On this mountain beside us, at least three hundred kinds of herbs are drawn,” he declared.

His words immediately resonated with everyone on the scene, and several experts hurried over, taking out magnifying glasses to study it closely.

These experts were not pushovers; although they had not been able to identify the specific origins of the paintings when together, if someone could give a rough idea, they would be able to make an accurate judgment based on that.

“You’re right, these are indeed shapes of various medicinal herbs, but this painting should be from the Tang Dynasty, while Bian Que was from the Spring and Autumn period,” one of the experts stated.

“This painting has no artist’s seal; we cannot determine who drew it, but we can ascertain the era,” another added.

“Sir, perhaps you have mistaken, could you take a closer look?”

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The middle-aged man’s face showed a touch of anger. In his opinion, he had identified all the details, yet these experts were still nitpicking.

As he was about to retort, Chen Yu walked straight onto the stage.