After breakfast, there was no internet in this ancient castle, and idleness was quite boring.

Everyone decided to visit Balian's collection room together.

This was a vault located underground, with a door as large as an entire wall, entirely made of shiny titanium alloy.

Sun Yan glanced at it and suspected that this thing could not only withstand bullets but also explosions.

Lisa pushed the wheelchair to the door. After Balian entered the password and passed the fingerprint and iris scanning, the bank-grade security door finally opened with a click.

Immediately, a massive pure white room came into view of everyone.

The room was filled with stainless steel shelves, each holding a large number of antique collections.

With just a glance, Sun Yan saw ancient blue and white porcelain vases, Tang Sancai, oracle bone inscriptions, a bronze cauldron, foreign jewelry crowns, and so on.

"Mr. Balian, your collection is indeed very impressive."

Brian looked around and exclaimed in surprise.

"Haha, this is one of the few major hobbies I've had over the years. Feel free to take a look, everyone. If there's anything you fancy, I'm willing to sell it for a reasonable price," Balian laughed heartily.

But as he laughed, he suddenly coughed and quickly covered his mouth to mask it. Still, Sun Yan, with his sharp eyes, noticed a plum blossom mark on Balian's palm where he covered his mouth.

It was a bloodstain.

"That's a nice sentiment, haha, but Mr. Balian's collection might be something I can't afford," Shen Sanjing laughed.

After using a handkerchief to wipe the bloodstain from his palm, Balian began the tour, enthusiastically explaining the history and origins of the various antique items to Sun Yan and others.

He could describe each piece in detail, showing his genuine affection for these ancient items.

"Huh!"

As Sun Yan's gaze swept past an ornament, his eyes suddenly widened, and an inexplicable sense of apprehension arose in his heart.

It was an extremely ancient, faded Eastern fine dog sculpture, posed with its head raised to the sky as if howling, with a very mystical demeanor.

Just looking at it gave the impression that it held a special essence and spirit.

This object wasn't simple; it wasn't an ordinary antique.

Sun Yan immediately asked, "Mr. Balian, what's the origin of this piece?"

"Oh, you mean this? I bought it from a temple in the Dujiangyan area of Sichuan during a trip in the last century. It cost me thirty thousand US Dollars at that time, and I heard it was the pet of a divine spirit, said to ward off evil spirits and protect the home,"

Balian recalled fondly with a smile, "But since I bought it, I've kept it stored here and haven't played with it much over the years."

"Is it for sale?" Sun Yan asked directly.

He understood Balian's feeling—when you have only one game on your computer, you invest all your energy into it, hoping to delve into it every day.

But when you have hundreds of games, you can't play them all, and surely some games end up neglected and gathering dust.

"If you want to buy it, Mr. Jack, I'll give you a fair price of two hundred thousand US Dollars," Balian thought for a moment and smiled calmly.

"Two hundred thousand? Are you slaughtering a pig? You just said you bought it for only thirty thousand," Zhao Chuan Yi immediately retorted, as if irritated.

Balian chuckled, "Mr. Zhao, prices have changed. Thirty thousand back then doesn't come close to what thirty thousand represents now. Moreover, you must know that antiques appreciate in value the longer you keep them. Offering it to Mr. Jack for two hundred thousand is already quite fair."

"But that's still..."

Seeing that Zhao Chuan Yi wanted to say more, Sun Yan immediately held him back, "If that's the case, then two hundred thousand it is. I'll buy it."

Next to him, Shen Sanjing came over, closely examining the fine dog sculpture, but couldn't figure out what made it so special to justify a price tag of two hundred thousand US Dollars.

Curious, he asked, "Brother, is there a secret to this thing? Tell me, since you've already bought it, we can't compete with you anymore."

"There's nothing secretive about it; I just like the way it looks," Sun Yan replied casually.

He had a premonition that this fine dog sculpture might have something to do with the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao, possibly even a holy relic to enhance the quality of the True Monarch's divine statue.

If that's true, buying it would not only be a worthwhile investment but would reap immense benefits.

As Sun Yan continued to enhance the quality of the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao's divine statue, the True Monarch had begun to show manifestations.

This was evident from the last time when the True Monarch showed his presence, pointing out hidden dangers on his body.

If one day the True Monarch of Pure Origin and Mysterious Dao could fully descend, the graveyard would gain a genuine guardian, significantly strengthening its power.

At that point, whatever Evil God Council might be around, Sun Yan wouldn't take them seriously at all.

"This mindset of Mr. Jack is similar to mine in the past. When I saw an antique I liked, I wanted to buy it and add it to my collection. It seems Mr. Jack has a strong affinity for Eastern antiques? Come with me; perhaps there's more here that might interest you."

Like a child showing off his toys, Balian immediately led Sun Yan and the others to another shelf.

They saw that this shelf held numerous ancient accessories, including phoenix crowns, jade ruyis, dragon and phoenix jade carvings, and even a brass ornament that looked like a Yuanming Garden beast head.

"Wow, your collection is really rich and diverse, Mr. Balian," Shen Sanjing couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

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