Chapter 46 Forty Thousand for a Hundred Million!

Sigh.

An Lan let out a sigh in her heart.

She couldn't deny that Ye Wushang possessed remarkable medical skills and formidable martial prowess.

But his judgment—she simply couldn't agree with it.

He was obviously being taken for a ride, yet he insisted on going his own way.

Perhaps he had his own obsessions. Let him be, then.

A few tens of thousands lost would just be a lesson bought.

"Alright, I support you," An Lan nodded, speaking casually, "When we go back, let's buy something else from the shop. If the two hundred thousand on the card isn't enough, I'll give you more."

Boom!

Her words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

So she really was rich and naive.

The man seemed just average, but he’d managed to get himself a stunning sugar mama.

More importantly, she wasn't even sharp. Some even suspected the guy was in cahoots with Fatty Jin.

Seeing Fatty Jin’s lecherous face split by a broad grin, the onlookers were both furious and envious.

Why couldn't they run into such fools themselves? The more, the better.

"I can pay," Ye Wushang said, holding up the QR code and looking at Fatty Jin with a smile. "But once the deal is done, neither of us can go back on it."

"Once I buy it, it’s mine. You can’t—"

"Don’t worry, sir. Once you pay and leave, we're even," Fatty Jin said, sneering inwardly.

Back out now? After selling a trinket worth a few bucks for tens of thousands? This was a windfall. His older brother had always said he was useless, but now he’d prove his business acumen.

"Ding-dong."

As the payment went through, the sound of money arriving rang from Fatty Jin’s phone.

The sound of money was music to his ears.

"Sir, please keep your item safe," Fatty Jin said, packing up the purple-gold gourd and handing it to Ye Wushang with a grin. "If you want to buy anything else, just come to me—I’ll give you a special price..."

"Break it," Ye Wushang abruptly interrupted, leaving Fatty Jin dumbfounded. He wondered if he’d misheard. "Excuse me, sir?"

"Break it," Ye Wushang repeated, raising his voice.

Everyone was stunned by his words.

Even An Lan was shocked, asking instinctively, "Wushang, what do you mean?"

"Didn't you just buy that?"

"You said the furnace was important to you, but why are you smashing it right after buying it?"

The others were just as confused.

Their gazes toward Ye Wushang shifted.

They had thought he was just a fool with more money than sense, but now he sounded completely out of his mind.

Forty thousand for something, and he wanted to smash it? Idiot!

"Sir, you—"

Fatty Jin tried to stop him, but Ye Wushang’s expression turned cold. With a swift motion, he slammed the purple-gold gourd to the ground.

Crash!

A loud bang echoed as the gourd shattered, pieces scattering everywhere.

The crowd stared in disbelief.

"Did he realize he bought the wrong thing and is venting his anger?"

"Hmph. We all tried to warn him. He didn’t listen—who can he blame?"

"Forty thousand isn’t a fortune, but it’s still money. Even if you’re mad, why smash it on the spot?"

"Who is he trying to disgust, other than himself?"

The crowd muttered, mocking and derisive.

There was no sympathy—only the sense that he deserved it.

Ignore wise counsel, and you’ll suffer the consequences. This was retribution.

Crunch, crunch...

Ye Wushang ignored the chatter, crouched down, and sifted through the debris. After a careful search, he picked out a thumb-sized furnace.

Though small, it shone with a golden light, dazzling as starlight, captivating all who saw it.

The moment he held it, a gentle spiritual energy surged through his body, filling him with a profound sense of well-being.

When he rose and opened his palm, the golden brilliance was so intense that even the crowd instinctively narrowed their eyes.

Looking closer, they saw the tiny furnace emitted a faint fragrance.

"What is that? How could such a treasure be hidden in that worthless thing?"

Someone asked, and after a moment’s reflection, another bystander exclaimed, "If I’m not mistaken, that must be the legendary ‘Little Golden Furnace’!"

"Little Golden Furnace? What’s that? I’ve never heard of it."

"You wouldn’t know if you’re not in the business. But for those of us who are, it’s a famous legend."

"A furnace within a furnace, hidden inside a cauldron, absorbing the essence of sun and moon, tempered by the ages, impervious to water, fire, lightning, or storm."

"It’s been recorded in old texts but has long been lost. Who would have thought it was hidden inside that purple-gold gourd!"

The crowd exchanged incredulous glances.

Who could have imagined Ye Wushang’s sharp eyes would uncover such a treasure?

Some recognized its origin and history.

Some knew its value.

"In the past, countless royals and nobles coveted it for alchemy and the pursuit of immortality."

"Passed down through generations, its value is incalculable. If it went to auction, it’d fetch at least a hundred million!"

"My god, forty thousand for a hundred million! That’s the deal of the century—who could beat that?"

"Who’s the fool now? He’s a true master!"

In an instant,

all the mockery, disdain, and contempt toward Ye Wushang vanished without a trace, replaced by profound admiration and awe.

"Wushang, is it… is it real?" An Lan was so excited, she could barely speak.

She didn’t care about money—a hundred million, a billion, even ten billion were just numbers to her.

What mattered was Ye Wushang’s vision.

To uncover such an extraordinary treasure in something everyone else dismissed as worthless—

To perceive its uniqueness, and to retrieve it by smashing the outer shell—

Such extraordinary thinking and meticulous judgment were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

For a moment,

her face flushed with shame.

She had just tried to stop him from buying it—turns out, she was the real fool.

"Yes, it truly is the Little Golden Furnace," Ye Wushang nodded, turning it over in his hand as he explained, "Its material is forged from a thousand alloys, making it incredibly strong."

"Its inner structure is crisscrossed, intricate and complex—truly a marvel of craftsmanship."

"Its value lies not just in its age but in its unparalleled effectiveness for refining medicinal herbs."

"To obtain it for forty thousand was certainly a bargain."

With a knowing smile, he slipped it into his pocket.

Applause erupted like thunder.

"Sir, you are a true sage."

"To see through all of that—my utmost respect."

"Please forgive my earlier rudeness."

"Forty thousand for an item worth a hundred million—this is unprecedented!"

"Amazing!"

The crowd’s admiration was heartfelt.

Though they were full of envy, jealousy, and resentment, Ye Wushang had earned it by his own ability—who could object?

However,

for Fatty Jin, every word of praise was like a knife twisting in his gut.

The Little Golden Furnace.

A hundred million!

He had lost out in a way he could never have imagined. What he’d thought was worthless junk he’d hoarded for years had turned out to be a priceless treasure.

He’d just been mocking Ye Wushang for being a fool, but in the end, he was the real fool.

He was stifled with frustration, anger, and unwillingness.

"Lanlan, we’ve got what we came for—let’s go," Ye Wushang said, glancing at the still-stunned An Lan.

The trip had not been in vain.

He’d only wanted a decent furnace, but unexpectedly, his casual purchase had brought him the Little Golden Furnace.

With it, the potency of his elixirs would increase tenfold.

His cultivation would progress much faster.

"Yes, let’s go," An Lan replied, smiling as she instinctively took his arm.

Ye Wushang, in high spirits, didn’t mind. The two walked side by side toward the exit, but just as they were about to leave, Fatty Jin suddenly blocked their way, coldly declaring, "Wait! You can go, but the item stays!"