CHAPTER 770: CHAPTER 388: FAKE!_2

It was Yuan Yanan who spoke.

Yuan Yanan had just put down a glass of wine, her face slightly flushed, as if she had drunk too much.

However, what she said was not wrong.

Everyone put down their wine glasses, carefully recalled, and their expressions suddenly became a bit odd.

From beginning to end, it was Huang Henxin who was talking, without presenting any concrete evidence.

In other words, they had been trapped in a misconception all along, thinking that as long as Huang Henxin spoke, it equated to condemning the fate of this treasure.

But the question is... who is Huang Henxin?

Liu Yunxi and others carefully recalled that Huang Henxin’s identity was introduced by Zheng Xinxi, and they came to this place at Zheng Xinxi’s suggestion.

Apart from Zheng Xinxi, no one could verify Huang Henxin’s identity, and no one could prove that what Huang Henxin said had any legal effect!

When they were in the mainland, they often watched some antique appraisal shows, where there were many instances of collusion!

The more valuable the item, the more likely people would collude, and some would rely on their celebrity status to set up scams, and the victims would subconsciously trust them because of their fame.

Valuable treasures worth millions would be bought for a few thousand, and the victims, unaware of being duped, would even thank the conman for revealing the truth.

It would only be decades later that they’d suddenly learn the truth, yet by then, the conman would have already denied everything.

Most crucially, Zheng Xinxi had the motive.

Initially, Zheng Xinxi wanted to buy it for thirty million, but because of insufficient funds, Lin Beichen snatched it away.

If Zheng Xinxi was upset and set up this scam to deceive them, this reasoning would make sense.

"Young lady, it seems you don’t believe me."

Huang Henxin still wasn’t angry, and said calmly.

"I don’t care what identity you claim, no matter how much you boast, you’re just a bunch of charlatan frauds!

Spouting about Feng Shui and metaphysics, in reality, it’s all self-crafted rhetoric, saying whatever fits the occasion!

If you were really so powerful, I’d like to ask why in major national affairs, there’s no trace of you? Can you only solve trivial matters? If so, why should I ask you!"

Yuan Yanan said coldly, her eyes full of loathing.

Her family had once been cheated into despair by believing in these Feng Shui metaphysics.

"Miss, Huang Henxin is definitely not a fraud. The Feng Shui Masters you know in the mainland are merely imposters. Huang Henxin is a proud disciple of Zhou Kuangtian, incomparable to those frauds."

Zheng Xinxi said anxiously.

"Zheng Xinxi, you don’t need to explain. Since becoming a master, I have appraised thousands of magical artifacts over decades, never making a mistake.

I have appraised items for people of all kinds of identities. If it weren’t for Zheng Xinxi personally inviting me, do you think you’d have the qualifications to meet me?

"Huang Henxin, these are friends from the mainland, don’t get angry!"

Zheng Xinxi hurriedly persuaded, pressing Huang Henxin back into his seat and personally pouring him another drink.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became extremely tense.

Although Yuan Yanan’s interruption instilled some doubt in everyone’s hearts, they had not confirmed that he was a fraud, so they maintained a facade of cordiality.

This was Xiang Island, not the mainland or Huadu.

The Zheng Clan’s power here far exceeded their imagination.

"Out of respect for Zheng Xinxi, I’ll take a step back, and to demonstrate my own innocence, I’ll show you something today."

Huang Henxin said coldly, then suddenly reached out his hand. A thread of Spiritual Light appeared on his finger, with his finger turning as translucent as jade, visible to the bone.

Within his bones seemed to be strands of peculiar runes. As the runes turned, the beads on his necklace began to tremble.

The necklace, composed of numerous exquisite gems, emitted radiant Spiritual Lights, releasing waves of strange brilliance.

Multiple colors of light swirled around Huang Henxin, making the entire room filled with eerie sounds.

Liu Yunxi and others seemed to be in an Illusion Realm, with piercing screams echoing in their ears, as if countless evil spirits had appeared, wind raging, while they were but a lone boat in a stormy sea, unable to resist or save themselves.

"Ah!"

A few girls screamed at once, hugging each other in terror.

The scene before them was completely unexpected, almost scaring them half to death.

They were just ordinary people, when had they ever seen such horrifying scenes?

Especially Yuan Yanan!

Uncertain if it was deliberate by Huang Henxin, Yuan Yanan was particularly affected.

Yuan Yanan tightly hugged herself, her face pale, cold sweat pouring out, as if she could die at any moment.

Among everyone, only Chen Fangzhi and Lin Beichen remained calm, seemingly unaffected.

"The path of cultivation is inscrutable, the world is vast, there are too many impossible things, little girl have you realized your mistake?"

Huang Henxin’s voice gently echoed.

With his voice falling, the surrounding illusions finally dissipated.

They returned to the room, looking at Huang Henxin again with eyes full of fear and awe.

"So you are an Immortal."

Liu Yunxi exclaimed, almost wanting to kneel and kowtow to apprentice under him.

Yu Mengjie and her friends’ eyes were sparkling, incredibly excited.

These girls once didn’t believe in these things, their education taught them there were no ghosts or monsters, but Huang Henxin’s display instantly shocked them.

A moment of Heaven and Hell, as if their souls were in his hands, such terrifying scenes made them shudder with fear.

Even Zheng Xinxi had rarely witnessed such scenes of cultivation.

So, despite not speaking, Zheng Xinxi’s expression exposed his true thoughts.

In this atmosphere, Lin Beichen and Chen Fangzhi’s behavior stood out.

Since they seemed unaffected, with no change in expression, as if their souls were wandering outside, leaving behind empty shells.

Were these two guys scared to the point of being stupefied?

Huang Henxin thought silently, releasing another thread of Spiritual Light, but still no response from the two.

He glanced at Lin Beichen, speaking coldly:

"Do you still dare to question me?"

"Master, we were wrong earlier, we apologize."

Yu Mengjie and others hurriedly said, picking up their glasses and downing three in a row.

Seeing this, Huang Henxin’s expression slightly eased, but he kept staring at Lin Beichen, seemingly puzzled.

His techniques, while not always perfect, had never failed before.

His master had said that those who could withstand the Illusion Realm, unless mentally invulnerable, were inevitably affected.

But the other was an ordinary person, if unaffected, surely possessed some Spiritual Qi.

Could the magical artifact have malfunctioned?

Or perhaps there was something on the two counteracting it?

Upon this thought, Huang Henxin was relieved.

Friends of Zheng Xinxi were usually wealthy, and if they had purchased magical artifacts, it was understandable.

Among Xiang Island’s elite, some even carried dozens of magical artifacts.

Magical artifacts themselves were not particularly large, carrying them wouldn’t be burdensome.