"Oh dear!" Upon seeing the auctioneer strike the gavel, Old Master Zhong's brows furrowed, and he sighed, but eventually, he patted Wang Xiaoqiang on the shoulder and said, "Little Qiang, this is tantamount to me giving you a broken sword… How can this old man bear it…"

"Old Master, I don't want you to give it, I'll buy the sword myself, but I didn't bring enough money with me, I'll use Sister Ping's money for now…" Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"Little Qiang, don't get me wrong, I'm not pained by the money, I just feel that the broken sword is not very auspicious, but, I said I would give it to you, and I definitely will…" Old Master Zhong obstinately said. "Rest assured, the money might be Little Ping's, but this old man still has some authority when he speaks,"

After the auction ended, the two, having purchased their items, dodged the encircling journalists, got into the Hummer, but ultimately, they still had many photos taken by the reporters.

The Hummer sped all the way back to the Zhong residence. Old Master Zhong handed a pair of jade bracelets to Zhong Ping. She hadn't expected that her father would think of her during his visit to the auction, and was deeply moved. Of course, during his illness period, she could never have imagined it, as he had been foolish and temperamental, difficult to care for, and completely inconsiderate of others' feelings. This made her even more thankful to Wang Xiaoqiang for curing the old master's illness and restoring his clear mind.

Old Master Zhong showed the broken sword to Zhong Ping and explained the circumstances around acquiring it, saying, "Little Ping, I'm giving this sword to Little Qiang, you don't mind, do you…"

Zhong Ping said, "Of course I don't mind, as long as Little Qiang likes it, I would have given it to him too…"

But Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hands and said, "Old Master, Sister Ping, this sword can't be yours, I will repay the money for the sword very soon…"

"Geez, this kid, as stubborn as I was when I was young…" Old Master Zhong said slightly displeased.

"Oh, Little Qiang, it's just an antique, don't make the old master unhappy, it's just over twenty million, which really isn't much to me… Don't worry." Zhong Ping said.

Wang Xiaoqiang could only nod. Speaking of which, the Spiritual Energy he used last night to treat Old Master Zhong was massive, and if those were converted to RMB, it would definitely exceed thirty million!

However, Wang Xiaoqiang secretly resolved that once he restored the broken sword and sold it, he would definitely return the money to Sister Ping.

Old Master Zhong took another careful look at the broken sword under the light, inspecting it finely, and finally nodding, "Hmm, it's genuine. The rust on it can't be produced by modern chemicals, and the pattern at the break certainly wasn't artificially added."

Seeing that the broken sword was recognized anew by the old master, Wang Xiaoqiang was secretly thrilled. After having lunch at Zhong Ping's, Wang Xiaoqiang was ready to take his leave. Zhong Ping was very reluctant to see him go, Old Master Zhong also felt somewhat melancholic, originally hoping Wang Xiaoqiang would stay a few more days to enjoy some leisure time, but unexpectedly he was leaving.

"Little Qiang, stay a few more days, don't tell me Sister can't afford your meals." Zhong Ping genuinely didn't want Wang Xiaoqiang to leave, last night's tenderness made her very attached to him, wishing he could stay night after night, providing her with a woman's happiness.

"Yes, don't be in such a rush to leave, Little Qiang, let's go fishing at the Fishing Terrace this afternoon," Old Master Zhong said.

"Let's do this, I'll come back in a few days," Wang Xiaoqiang tactfully declined.

The Zhong father and daughter did not continue to persuade him.

Wang Xiaoqiang took the bronze sword and drove back home. With Wang Xiaoqiang not home, Xia Guifang didn't stay in the villa but lived at the chicken farm.

Wang Xiaoqiang locked himself in the villa and placed the broken sword aligned together in a wooden box. Then, with his right index finger, he directed a fine stream of Metal Element Spiritual Energy toward the broken part.

Earlier, he did not know that the Metal Element Spiritual Energy could restore the Ancient Bronze Sword; he had merely made a bold guess, actually taking a risk.

The sole basis was, once he had used Earth Element Spiritual Qi to repair a vase, so he thought that Metal Element Spiritual Energy should be able to restore the Ancient Gold-Copper Sword.

Full of trepidation and anticipation, he controlled the Metal Element Spiritual Energy with his willpower, gently injecting it into the break of the sword.

He saw the white Metal Element Spiritual Energy, when injected into the break of the sword, turned into crushed metal and stuck at the break, not merging with the cut surface.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a wave of disappointment. His face sullen, he withdrew his fingers and slumped back onto the sofa like a deflated balloon.

Although he was disheartened, he did not give up. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his right index finger again, aimed at the break of the sword, and then introduced both Metal Element Spiritual Energy and Fire Element Spiritual Energy together into it.

He saw that the white Metal Element Spiritual Energy, upon meeting the red Fire Element Spiritual Energy, immediately turned into a mercury-like metallic liquid, then entered the break of the sword, and became integrated with it, gradually mending and solidifying the break, eventually rejoining the two sections of the sword into one piece.

Additionally, the break eventually displayed a green embroidered pattern, showing no signs whatsoever –now, this was a complete sword, a broken sword in Wang Xiaoqiang's hands had become a complete sword. A complete Ancient Bronze Sword.

Withdrawing his finger, looking at the now complete Ancient Bronze Sword before him, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart.

The Ancient Bronze Sword, because it had been used on battlefields to behead people and drink their blood, had a heavy evil aura, and with the addition of Wang Xiaoqiang's Aura of Geng Metal in the restoration, it carried the Aura of Geng Metal, thus it had some fierce energy as well. Little White Fox was so frightened that it dared not come close to Wang Xiaoqiang.

However, Wang Xiaoqiang did not notice Little White and swung the sword a few times inside the villa, creating a roaring sword wind, which frightened Little White into squealing.

Only then did Wang Xiaoqiang notice Little White's strange behaviour, he stopped and stared intently at Little White, feeling somewhat puzzled. It was normal for Little White to be afraid of the sword, Wang Xiaoqiang thought. Could it be that Little White was a spirit monster, intimidated by the evil Qi on the sword? Of course, this was just another bold guess by Wang Xiaoqiang.

As a matter of fact, he was very fond of Little White and naturally did not want it to be some other creature, but psychologically, he also hoped Little White was a being like a Fox Demon, hoping that one day, it would suddenly transform into a human, becoming a beauty resembling an immortal fairy, appearing before him to serve him...

Wang Xiaoqiang shook his head - he really was bored to come up with such absurd ideas.

Putting down the sword in his hand, Wang Xiaoqiang extended his arms. "Come, Little White, come to my arms..."

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Xiaoqiang put down the sword, the look of fear in Little White's eyes disappeared, and with a swoosh, it leapt towards Wang Xiaoqiang, landing directly in his arms, rubbing its face against Wang Xiaoqiang's and squeaking, looking incredibly cute like a little girl!

As evening approached, Wang Xiaoqiang called Xia Guifang to tell her he was back, then sat in front of the computer, looking up information related to the Ancient Bronze Swords of the Warring States Era. After a long search, he found out that such swords were First Level protected cultural relics, priceless and unsellable. How then did the item he possessed end up in the auction market?

It must be because it was broken!

Wang Xiaoqiang felt a bit worried. It seemed that if he wanted to sell it, he would have to be extremely cautious, otherwise he might end up getting arrested for trafficking in cultural artifacts!

The critical point was, who would be willing to buy it?

Shit, no one's buying it, alright, I'll just keep it for myself!

As Wang Xiaoqiang thought this, Xia Guifang came back. She quietly approached the door, tiptoed up behind Wang Xiaoqiang, and covered his eyes with her hands, "Guess who I am?"

"Must be my dear wife." Wang Xiaoqiang turned around and swooped Xia Guifang into his arms.

"Ah... giggle..." Xia Guifang, supported strongly by Wang Xiaoqiang, laughed so hard she trembled, "Hey, put me down..."

"Call me a good husband, and I'll put you down..."

"Oh, you're terrible!"

"Will you call?" Wang Xiaoqiang, with surprising arm strength, was holding Xia Guifang by her waist and lifted her up horizontally.

"Ah, I'll call, I'll call, good husband..."

"Missed me?"

"Nope."

"Really didn't..." Instead of putting her down, Wang Xiaoqiang spun her around above his head, scaring Xia Guifang into screaming, "Ah, I missed you, I missed you..."

The Five Elements Spirit Spring in his arms continuously emitted Spiritual Energy to support his strength. Wang Xiaoqiang again said, "Do you want your husband?"

"You're terrible, I'm not talking to you anymore." Xia Guifang got angry. She was a traditional girl, and even if she did feel it, she wouldn't say it out loud, thinking it would be too embarrassing.

Wang Xiaoqiang had to put Xia Guifang down, but didn't let go, and asked again, "Little Fang, did you miss me?"

"Not at all..." Xia Guifang gave Wang Xiaoqiang a glare.

"Alright, wait and you'll say you missed me in bed..."

The next day, a strange call came, and after Wang Xiaoqiang hung up, the call came again, so Wang Xiaoqiang had to answer, "Hello, did you dial the wrong number?"

"Um, I believe I didn't. Is this Wang Xiaoqiang?"

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "That's right, I am Wang Xiaoqiang. May I ask who this is?"

"Um, my name is Huang Kunlun."

"Mr. Huang, what do you need me for?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked.

"Yes, Mr. Wang, I saw online that you bought a bronze sword yesterday at the River City Baoyuan Auction House..."

Wang Xiaoqiang corrected, "That's right, but it's a broken sword..."

"Um, yes, a broken sword," Huang Kunlun said, "Mr. Wang, actually, that sword is a family heirloom passed down through my ancestors..."

"Uh... really?" Wang Xiaoqiang was a bit surprised. "That must have been sold by you then..."

"No, no, that sword is a family heirloom; how could we possibly sell it? Actually, it was stolen decades ago from my grandfather's generation, and I only saw it online yesterday..."

"How are you so sure that this broken sword is yours then..."

"Because it's a broken sword, and the marks on the break are very familiar to us. Let alone seeing it, if you let me touch it with my eyes closed, I could recognize it. There's also a very noticeable mark on the hilt," Huang Kunlun confidently said.

"Uh, is that so? Then you should go to Baoyuan Auction House, I also spent 28 million on this sword there, and now I still feel like it was a loss..." Wang Xiaoqiang realized that whether Huang Kunlun was the rightful owner or not, he was here to reclaim the sword.

"Haha, Mr. Wang, don't worry, money is not a problem, as long as you are willing to resell the sword to me, no, return the property to its original owner, just name your price..." Huang Kunlun said easily, sounding very confident.

"Uh, is that so? What if I had this sword repaired using modern technology?" Wang Xiaoqiang probed.

"Haha, that would be most desirable. But, Mr. Wang, I don't believe you have the capability; otherwise, this sword would no longer be a broken sword, right?"

"What if I really fixed it? What would you offer then?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked again.

"If you really fixed it, I'd give you two hundred million." Huang Kunlun made a frighteningly large offer.

Wang Xiaoqiang thought, damn, do you think you're a Hong Kong tycoon? He said, "Mr. Huang, how can I trust you?"

"Mr. Wang, you might want to check online for the CEO of Hong Kong Lihua Commercial Company and see if it's Mr. Huang..."

The Lihua Group from Hong Kong is a famous company known both domestically and internationally. It's well known that the company's boss is a millionaire from the Huang family, a very old and wealthy family, although Wang Xiaoqiang was not sure of the specific name, so he said...

"Uh, hold on, let me check..." Wang Xiaoqiang searched online, and sure enough, it was Huang Kunlun, with his picture there too. It seemed this person really was Huang Kunlun, but Wang Xiaoqiang still wasn't fully convinced, only saying, "Mr. Huang, we mustn't break our promises now..."

"Don't worry, two hundred million to me is just like the money for marrying a daughter-in-law, or perhaps even less..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to cast your recommendation and monthly tickets on qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com.)

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