Chapter 7

"A thread of killing qi, a thread of ghost qi, two threads of yin qi, a thread of blood killing qi, four threads of killing qi..."

At first, Chen Shaojun was somewhat relaxed.

After yesterday's experiment, he could roughly judge that a small amount of yin, killing, and ghost qi posed little threat to most apprentice appraisers.

With the Divine Gaze technique, it was easy to dispel them.

However, he soon discovered that some of the treasures in this batch of 'living materials' contained a significant amount of yin and killing qi.

"A porcelain bottle, seven threads of yin qi.

A hairpin, nine threads of killing qi.

A fan, ten threads of blood killing qi."

Chen Shaojun's expression became uncertain.

The danger contained in these living materials was definitely not insignificant.

It was worth noting that the eagle's eye he had previously appraised, in terms of quantity, probably had at most seven threads.

Moreover, the value of the appraised treasures had nothing to do with the amount of yin, killing, and ghost qi they carried.

In other words, even a worthless object could be attached with a strong yin, ghost, and killing qi.

This was also why the eagle's eye could have seven threads of arrow killing qi but only contain four threads of medicinal spirit qi.

Suddenly,

Chen Shaojun's expression changed.

His gaze was fixed on a tray held by a servant at the edge.

There were several 'living materials' that needed to be appraised on the tray.

But his eyes were only on one of the jade ruyis.

The yin qi was so dense that it was almost black.

And faintly, he saw a pale ghost face roaring in the dense yin qi.

"Is there a ghost attached to this jade ruyi?"

Chen Shaojun's face turned white, his hair stood on end, and he instinctively took a step back.

Even though he had long known that ghosts existed in this world,

Suddenly facing such an entity still made him feel uneasy.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?"

At this moment, it was Zhao Hu's turn. He was about to take a fan from Shen Lang and immediately pulled Chen Shaojun when he saw his reaction.

"Nothing, nothing..."

Chen Shaojun shook his head and did not reveal his discovery.

He knew that even if he said something, no one would believe him.

He also did not want to expose the secret of his Spirit Eye technique.

"Alright, Chen Shaojun, this is what you need to appraise."

Shen Lang glanced at Chen Shaojun with a hint of disdain and then handed him a bamboo flute.

The bamboo flute contained extremely weak killing qi, one of the few that did not even form a thread.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen."

Chen Shaojun thanked him and then looked at the fan in Zhao Hu's hand, realizing that it was the one containing ten threads of blood killing qi.

Considering Zhao Hu's blood and qi strength, he would definitely struggle to withstand the overwhelming blood killing qi. Moreover, he understood that the more valuable the treasure appraised with the Spirit Treasure Appraisal, the higher the reward.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally said, "Zhao Hu, let's switch the items we need to appraise."

"Alright, then."

Zhao Hu hesitated slightly but agreed.

He did not suspect anything, as no one knew the dangers contained in the treasures before appraising them.

An apprentice appraiser like Chen Shaojun, who mastered the Spirit Eye technique, was rare in the entire Shengjing City.

Then, they exchanged the items and each went to their appraisal rooms.

Chen Shaojun was still in Room 7. He opened the fan.

A landscape painting appeared on the paper, with a line of poetry written on the side, seemingly a farewell poem for a friend's departure.

Although Chen Shaojun did not understand calligraphy, he could see that the painting and calligraphy on the fan were quite skillful.

He placed the fan on the table, lit a candle, and burned bamboo incense, then closed his eyes to rest.

The previous use of the Spirit Eye technique had consumed some of his mental energy.

This was a good time to rest.

After half an hour, Chen Shaojun opened his eyes.

The candle had long been extinguished, leaving only a short stub. Of the three bamboo incense sticks, one had burned out, and the other two were of different lengths.

"Indeed, the killing qi is quite heavy, already affecting the surroundings.

If one holds this fan for a long time, the blood killing qi will affect them, causing them to become easily angry and irritable, leading to conflicts, or even causing illness and serious health issues."

Chen Shaojun was not surprised by this result.

With the Spirit Eye technique, he had already judged the amount of killing qi on the fan.

Lighting the candle and burning the incense was just to verify it.

He calmed his mind and focused his spirit.

The Divine Gaze technique was smoothly activated.

Chen Shaojun's spiritual will power surged into the fan.

At the same time, the blood killing qi attached to the fan was also activated, transforming into a torrent of blood killing qi that quickly poured in.

Sizzle...

The two forces, like mortal enemies, canceled each other out, erasing each other.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Chen Shaojun's blood and qi continuously surged, converting into spiritual power.

After ten breaths, he suddenly felt a sense of clarity.

The blood killing qi originally attached to the fan had been completely erased.

However, his face was slightly pale, indicating significant consumption.

"Ten threads of blood killing qi were indeed a bit too much.

It was only because of the nourishment from the Essence Nourishing Pill that my spirit and energy were greatly enhanced; otherwise, I would not have been able to withstand it and would have suffered the same fate as Zhang Wang."

Chen Shaojun took a deep breath, realizing that he had been a bit rash this time.

Even with prior preparation, he should not have taken such a risk lightly.

However, he also knew that with the strength of the blood killing qi on the fan, the blood and qi-deficient Zhao Hu would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Once the appraisal began, Zhao Hu's spirit and will would likely be instantly scattered, and the killing qi would enter his body, causing irreparable damage.

After all, they had known each other for a while, and Zhao Hu was one of his few friends in the pawnshop. He naturally would not stand by and watch him die if he could help.

Moreover,

He was not without gain.

The blood killing qi was erased.

The Spirit Treasure Appraisal surged out, and the shape of the fan was reflected on it.

At the same time, various scenes related to the fan appeared in Chen Shaojun's mind.

Before the fan was made, it was relatively ordinary, with materials that were not top-notch. However, the person who painted and wrote on the fan was no ordinary individual but the renowned calligrapher Xu Chenchang, known for his talent, thus imbuing it with talent qi.

At a poetry gathering, Xu Chenchang learned that his friend Zhao Quan was about to leave, so he wrote a poem and gave it to Zhao Quan.

This was the origin of the fan.

However, these details were not important.

What was important was that through the fan, Chen Shaojun discovered that a man with a scar on his face had killed Zhao Quan with a sword, and blood had splattered onto the fan.

Subsequently, the authorities appeared, sealed the fan, and confiscated it into the government office.

What kind of place was a government office?

A place with the densest killing qi.

The fan, imbued with talent qi and stained with blood, was further influenced by the killing qi in the government office for half a year, naturally sealing the talent qi and transforming it into blood killing qi.