Conceited Immortal On Campus

If the painters of the Northern Song Dynasty were to talk about his works, no one would be unaware of them.    

The 'River Diagram', which was reputed to be a heirloom of the world, came from Zhang Zhengdao.    

During the Northern Song Dynasty, when Chen Yi was traveling through the mortal world, he had been involved in other people's affairs. Among them, he had also studied painting with Zhang Zhengdao for a period of time.    

Chen Yi walked closer and looked at the secular painting. It was the work of an old friend.    

However, whether it was him, Chen Yi, or Zhang Zhengdao, they rarely left their names when they were painting.    

This painting was probably casually made by Zhang Zhengdao.    

Even so, in this world, if it was spread out, it should be priceless.    

"Two thousand, two thousand!" The middle-aged man's forehead was covered in sweat. He looked at the painting in his hands, as if he didn't believe that it was fake.    

"Master Hu has already said that this painting is fake. It's already good enough that you can accept it. What are you hesitating for?"    

"That's right. Master Hu is the president of the Zhenjiang Antique Association. How can he lie to you?"    

"Do you still want to sell a fake painting at a sky-high price?"    

Before the middle-aged man could make a decision, the surrounding people started discussing.    

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment. He looked at the old man and immediately gritted his teeth, "Master Hu..."    

"I want this painting!" Suddenly, a voice sounded, causing everyone to be stunned.    

Someone turned his head and saw Chen Yi. He couldn't help but be even more surprised.    

When Master Zhang saw Chen Yi, he frowned as well, and his eyes darkened.    

The painting in the middle-aged man's hand was indeed from Northern Song. He couldn't tell which artist was the real painting, but if he were to sell it, it would cost at least hundreds of thousands. It wouldn't be a problem for him to sell it for a million.    

The middle aged man was about to agree. He actually dared to kill his way out?    

The middle-aged man was stunned. He looked at Chen Yi. "You want it?"    

Chen Yi nodded. This was the real work of an old friend. He had left the paintings of the righteous path for him. After the death of the righteous path, he had left a huge fire in front of the grave.    

As for the works that were passed down in the world, it was fine if Chen Yi couldn't see them, but now that he saw them, how could he allow others to ruin them?    

Two thousand yuan?    

Even if it was just a casual painting, if there was knowledge under the righteous spring, he would still smile bitterly.    

"Are you in urgent need of money?" Chen Yi asked.    

"Yes!" The middle-aged man wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. "My child is in the hospital. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken out the family heirloom and sold it."    

"How much do you need urgently?"    

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Yi. Chen Yi was too young. How much money could a child like him have?    

However, he gritted his teeth and said, "We are still short of tens of thousands of hospitalization fees. Master Zhang bids 2000. If you can pay more..."    

Fifty thousand!" Chen Yi's words stunned everyone.    

"Fifty thousand? Buy a fake painting? Is this kid crazy?"    

"Is he really rich or is he just fooling around?"    

"Master Zhang already said that this is a fake painting. He even spent 50,000 yuan to buy it?"    

The crowd was in an uproar. Many people looked at Chen Yi strangely.    

The middle-aged man could not help but be stunned. Then, he revealed an ecstatic expression. "Fifty thousand. Take out fifty thousand. This painting belongs to you!"    

"Give me the card number!" Chen Yi said indifferently, "I'll transfer the money to you!"    

The middle-aged man quickly told Chen Yi the card number, but Master Zhang's expression was extremely gloomy.    

"Young man, do your family know that you are wasting your money like this?"    

Chen Yi glanced at Master Zhang indifferently, but did not pay any attention to him.    

Soon, fifty thousand yuan was transferred to the middle-aged man's card, and the painting fell into Chen Yi's hands.    

While everyone was dumbfounded, Chen Yi took the painting and turned to walk out of the Antique Market.    

The surrounding people were discussing animatedly, but only Master Zhang had a gloomy expression on his face. He turned around and walked back to his own antique shop.    

Chen Yi had just left the antique market when a few people rushed over in front of him.    

"That painting of yours just now, one hundred thousand. We want it!"    

One of the middle-aged men with a scar on the corner of his eye said with a hint of murderous intent.    

A few people surrounded Chen Yi and blocked his way.    

"Not for sale!" Chen Yi replied indifferently.    

"Not for sale?" The scarred middle-aged man in the corner of his eye revealed a cold smile. He reached out his hand to grab Chen Yi.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

A few figures flew out. Chen Yi did not even look at them. He took a taxi and disappeared into the street.    

"What did you say?" In the Antique Market, Master Zhang's face was gloomy.    

"Good, he's actually a martial artist!"    

After hanging up the phone, Master Zhang's expression was cold. "Little bastard, you still want to leave after cutting off my beard?"    

As he spoke, he picked up his phone. After hesitating for a moment, he dialed a number.    

...    

Chen Yi took a taxi and bought some flower pots in the city. Then, he returned to the View River Garden.    

In Mansion Number One, Chen Yi cultivated the herbs in the flower pots one by one.    

In such a short period of time, there was a spiritual spring in the area. It would not be a problem, but if it continued for a long time, these spiritual herbs would wither sooner or later.    

"Looks like I'll have to make a trip back to Dragon Lake Mountain when I have time!" Chen Yi's eyes were filled with disappointment and frustration. Dragon Lake Mountain didn't lack spiritual soil, so he could take some out.    

After that, Chen Yi took out a few herbs that had not been cultivated. Together with the blood of the demonic snake, he carefully grinded and refined them.    

An hour later, five bottles of light red medicinal liquid appeared in front of him.    

These were all jade bottles left behind in the Ancestor Ring. There were at least a hundred of them.    

The jade bottles were all carved from jade that once contained spirit energy. In the past thousand years, Chen Yi absorbed quite a bit of spirit jade. The ordinary jade that was left behind was polished into a jade bottle.    

During his travels, he could find some spirit herbs or refine some medicinal pills. He could use these jade bottles to preserve them.    

If Chen Yi's storage ring had not been shattered by space, there would even be a spiritual jade bottle inside. It was extremely precious. Unfortunately...    

Chen Yi looked at the five bottles of medicinal liquid. If he smeared them frequently, the injuries on his father's legs would gradually be alleviated.    

After finishing all of this, he put the jade bottle back into his storage ring.    

The sky was about to turn dark when Chen Yi walked out of the View River Garden.    

On the long road, Chen Yi's eyes suddenly moved slightly.    

In front of him, a figure wearing a cap walked in.    

"Another Grandmaster?"    

Chen Yi muttered to himself. When the person passed by him, the person moved in an instant.    

His hand was like a knife, slashing at the back of Chen Yi's neck.    

If an ordinary person was hit, he would definitely be knocked unconscious.    

Under the cap, a pair of pupils solidified. Suddenly, these pupils changed.    

The figure under his knife had disappeared without anyone knowing.    

This person suddenly raised his head and saw Chen Yi right in front of him, looking at him quietly.    

Chen Yi waved his hand, and the man crossed his arms. Faint green Gang Qi lingered on his arms.    

With a bang, the man was pushed back thirteen steps.    

With each step, the bricks beneath his feet cracked.    

Fortunately, this place was outside of the View River Garden. Normally, no one would come here. Otherwise, they would definitely think that they were filming a film.    

That person retreated. His peaked cap flew up high, revealing a middle-aged man with a red face.    

His face was filled with shock. He looked at Chen Yi with eyes that were filled with...    

It was as if he had seen a ghost!