72: Chapter 72: The Strange Token 72: Chapter 72: The Strange Token “Mother, rest assured, I will find the murderer who killed you and bring him to you to apologize in person,” said Xiao Yifeng, his voice firm and resonating with boundless intent to kill, his fists creaking as he clenched them.
“And that family, the shame they brought upon us, mother and child, I will reclaim it all, one by one.
I will return to that household with your spirit tablet, upright and bold, and make that woman kneel before it to seek your forgiveness, to pay the price she ought!”
Every word Xiao Yifeng spoke was immensely heavy and resolute, with a thick air of promise.
In an exquisitely serene pavilion in Yanjing, a lady dressed in splendor and dignified elegance was seated.
Suddenly, the teacup in her hand fell to the ground, shattering with a crisp crack.
“My lady, what’s the matter?”
Behind the lady stood a woman in her thirties, her face registering shock as she quickly spoke up.
“I suddenly feel restless, as if something is about to happen,” the lady said, her brows slightly furrowed and her gaze flickering.
My lady, perhaps you just didn’t sleep well and are overthinking,” the woman said with a smile.
“Perhaps…” the lady spoke faintly, her eyes flashing with an unusual expression.
After kneeling at the gravesite for quite some time, Xiao Yifeng slowly got up.
He looked at his mother’s tombstone and bowed deeply, saying, “Mother, I know your heart has always been with father.
I promise you, whether he is alive or dead, I shall thoroughly investigate and find out the truth.”
After uttering those words, Xiao Yifeng turned and left the place.
After bidding farewell to the Fang family, Xiao Yifeng did not return to his company.
Instead, he drove around Tianhai City aimlessly, his brows furrowed in thought, seemingly pondering something.
His eyes caught sight of a giant sign in the distance bearing “Antique Street.” His gaze sharpening, he promptly parked his car and walked in.
Stepping onto Antique Street, Xiao Yifeng saw the street lined with shops and stalls, all selling various antiques.
Of course, among these antiques, there were genuine articles as well as counterfeits—it all depended on the buyer’s discernment.
However, Antique Street was quite lively, bustling with a large flow of people.
As Xiao Yifeng walked along, he activated his penetrating vision, hoping to find some treasures or a Spirit Stone containing Spiritual Energy to aid in his cultivation.
As he walked, suddenly Xiao Yifeng’s stride halted, and his gaze swept toward a nearby stall with a flash of blue light in his eyes.
“Sir, come take a look!
I have antiques here that are worth a fortune, all heirlooms of our family, genuine goods without question,” the stall owner immediately began enthusiastically pitching as he noticed Xiao Yifeng approaching.
The stall was filled with porcelain cups and the like, obviously fakes made to deceive the uninformed.
Xiao Yifeng naturally had no interest in these items.
His attention instead focused on a black token at the corner of the stall.
The token was completely black with odd and mystical patterns etched upon it—it seemed entirely ordinary and unlikely to catch anyone else’s notice.
“How much for this?” Xiao Yifeng asked directly as he picked up the black token, looking straight at the stall owner.
Looking at the black token in Xiao Yifeng’s hand, the stall owner’s enthusiasm instantly vanished, his interest completely gone.
Clearly, to him, this token wasn’t worth much at all.
“Sir, this token isn’t really worth anything.
Why don’t you take a look at some other items?
This porcelain cup was used by a Song Dynasty Emperor, it’s truly invaluable.”
“Sorry, I only need this item.
Name your price,” Xiao Yifeng said indifferently, holding the token.
“Well, since you want it, sir, how about one thousand?” the stall owner suggested a price after looking at Xiao Yifeng.
A playful smile curled up at the corner of Xiao Yifeng’s mouth as he looked at the other party, “You think I’m a monkey to be played with?
In that case, I don’t want it.”
“Sir, wait, wait, how about one hundred, just one hundred?” the stall owner quickly spoke up.
“Fifty, no need for change.”
Xiao Yifeng threw down fifty and walked away with the token straightaway, and the stall owner was not at all angry.
He tucked away the fifty, considering the dull black token wasn’t worth anything in his eyes, making fifty was pure profit.
However, not long after Xiao Yifeng left, a group of men in black shirts appeared at the stall, and the stall owner’s face instantly changed upon seeing them.
The man leading, with a solemn face, exuding a cold aura, swept his gaze across the stall and asked with a stern look to a young man beside him, “Didn’t you say that item was here?”
The young man’s gaze also shifted to the stall, and his expression changed immediately.
“I clearly saw a black token here earlier, how could it be gone now?” the young man said, his voice trembling, as he suddenly glared at the stall owner and grabbed his collar, demanding in a deep voice, “Wasn’t there a black token here at your stall before?
I…” The stall owner’s face turned pale, and his voice shook, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
“If you don’t talk, I will kill you,” the young man’s eyes flashed with a ruthless intent as he threatened.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”
Immediately, the stall owner was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, stammering, “Just now…
Upon hearing the stall owner’s words, the young man and the solemn-faced man both changed expression, and the latter immediately asked, “Who bought it?
Give me the details.”
After listening to the stall owner, the solemn-faced middle-aged man glanced at him and said, “Find that person for me, and I’ll give you one hundred thousand.”
thousand…” The stall owner was instantly stunned, his eyes wide with astonishment.
Somewhere on Antique Street, Xiao Yifeng walked while looking at the black token in his hand.
It had strange and mysterious patterns that seemed quite ordinary, with nothing extraordinary about them.
But under Xiao Yifeng’s penetrating gaze, he sensed an energy within the token, a peculiar force that truly existed.
This token seemed anything but ordinary, yet despite Xiao Yifeng’s careful examination, he couldn’t discern its secret.
Moreover, although he could detect a strange energy contained within the token, he couldn’t see through its interior.
It was as if the token had some kind of prohibition that could even block Xiao Yifeng’s penetrating eyes.