Chapter 61: Imperial Jade Unveiled—Choose Any House You Like!-Just Came Down the Mountain and Was Surrounded by Beautiful Senior Sisters(A Lonely Scene on the Desert)

“I can’t believe it’s actually green! Even though it’s not the very best quality, with a piece this large, it’ll easily sell for hundreds of thousands!”

“What do you know? With material this good, if you get a master carver to work on it, selling it for seven figures wouldn’t be difficult!”

“Exactly—don’t pretend to understand when you don’t…”

The scene erupted in a frenzy. News from inside set countless people off, all shouting and pushing, desperate to witness the spectacle firsthand.

Ma Dongshan’s eyes widened in utter disbelief, his face frozen in shock. Forcing his way through the crowd, he squeezed closer for a better look.

In that instant, his entire worldview collapsed. A sharp pain shot through his heart, and for a moment, he felt as if he might die on the spot.

Before everyone’s eyes, as water washed over the newly split stone, a smooth, vibrant patch of green gleamed dazzlingly from within!

At a glance, it was at least the size of a silver dollar.

The experienced craftsman, following Ye Tian’s instructions, sliced several more times across the rough stone. Before long, a remarkably smooth and well-shaped piece of high-grade jadeite was revealed to all!

“My god, I’ve never seen such a perfectly formed piece! If it were carved into a Maitreya Buddha, it would be absolutely stunning!” A middle-aged man, seasoned in the stone-gambling trade, stared at the jadeite in Ye Tian’s hand, his eyes alight with greed. He stepped forward to ask, “Young man, I’ll offer you eight hundred thousand. Will you sell it to me?”

Ye Tian smiled and shook his head. “One million. Not a cent less.”

A smirk played in his heart. Did they take him for a novice?

After all, when his masters taught him the art of discerning auras, it was meant to aid in treasure hunting, so Ye Tian was already thoroughly familiar with the value of jadeite. Moreover, he now possessed the memories of Ye Tiansheng. At this point, even the most renowned stone-gambling tycoons in the country wouldn’t be able to outsmart him.

“Uh… You won’t leave any room for profit?” The middle-aged man looked awkward, immediately provoking a round of laughter from the crowd.

“Hahaha, Old Zhang always loves to take advantage of newcomers. Looks like he’s embarrassed himself this time.”

“He’s really met his match now!”

How humiliating…

He’d thought these two young men, unfamiliar faces, must be inexperienced in the jade business. He’d hoped to scoop up a bargain and make a tidy profit.

Never did he expect his scheme to fall flat.

The ordinary-looking youth before him turned out to be an expert in gems!

Even his casual opening price was at a master’s level—weight, color, shape, all considered. The value hovered precisely around one million; such seasoned judgment was astonishing!

“So, you said you liked it. For something you like, are you really going to quibble over gains and losses?” Without giving him time to hesitate, Ye Tian smiled. “If you don’t want it, I’ll just keep it for myself.”

“Master, you’re right. I’ll buy it!” The middle-aged man made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and asked Ye Tian for his bank details. Right there, he transferred one million, then left the crowd beaming with joy, clutching his prize.

“Master, did we just earn a million?” Watching Ye Tian’s effortless expertise, Jiang Cheng was stunned.

They were the same age, yet his master seemed to know everything—not only about stone-gambling, but also the wider jewelry industry.

By comparison, Jiang Cheng felt that besides his family’s vast fortune, he was little more than a useless layabout.

Of course, if anyone else heard Jiang Cheng’s thoughts, they’d probably cough up blood on the spot. The direct heir of the mighty Jiang family of the capital, inheritor of a trillion-yuan fortune, hiding in a corner to wallow in self-pity—what would people earning three thousand a month think of that?

Naturally, Ye Tian had no time to dwell on the boy’s inner turmoil. Instead, he swiftly proceeded to open the second rough stone.

As expected, under his guidance, the second stone was sliced cleanly in half, revealing a leaf-shaped piece of jadeite within.

“This jadeite’s shape is naturally formed. With a few details added, it’ll be a perfectly even green leaf,” an old scholar commented, shaking his head in admiration. “For collectibility, it’s probably worth at least five hundred thousand.”

Another one! At this astounding success rate, Ma Dongshan’s eyes seemed ready to pop from his head.

What was going on? He clearly remembered buying the entire batch of rough stones for less than a million; by all rights, they should have been worthless!

The first lucky cut, perhaps, could be chalked up to sheer luck.

But the second? How could it yield another fine piece?

Yet Ma Dongshan had no time for shock.

One after another, the third, fourth, and fifth stones were cut open.

Every single one produced top-grade jadeite.

All were of excellent shape and quality, each precisely cut along the edge of the waste material and polished smooth.

As the news of repeated windfalls spread, Ma Dongshan felt ice in his veins.

What had become of the world? Was he dreaming, or was life always this fantastical?

Meanwhile, Ye Tian, after slicing open the eighth stone, finally paused. “I’ll leave the last two small ones uncut for now—I'll take them home to play with myself.”

“As for the finished pieces, if anyone’s interested, you’re welcome to buy them from me.”

He’d barely finished speaking when eager buyers surged forward. With a shout of “I want it!” the place was thrown into chaos, and people scrambled to bid.

Before long, all seven pieces of high-quality jadeite—each above grade B, including the leaf-shaped one—were snapped up.

Among them, the highest-grade piece, an A-quality jadeite, fetched an astonishing 2.7 million.

Altogether, Ye Tian had just made a profit of eight million!

“Master, if I may say so, you’re a walking money-printing machine!” Jiang Cheng gave a heartfelt thumbs-up.

Ye Tian only smiled. “You’re overthinking it. High-quality jadeite is extremely rare. Even in the stone-gambling market, it’s a matter of luck.”

“If I hadn’t done a reading before we left this morning and seen that a windfall was in my fate, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

As he spoke, Ye Tian marveled more and more at the prowess of his inherited arts. The methods drawn from his memories were even more precise than those his masters had taught him. If he wished, he could make his divinations even more exact—knowing the time and place, and whom he would meet, all with clarity.

Yet fate is not to be trifled with. He was no immortal; frequent divination risked attracting divine retribution, resulting in misfortune. Better not to pry too deeply.

“So it’s all destiny at work,” Jiang Cheng said, looking as if he’d had an epiphany, though in truth he was still utterly lost.

As the crowd dispersed and the two talked, a cool, clear voice sounded behind Ye Tian.

“Could you do me a favor?”

Turning around, they saw a stunning beauty approaching, her figure graceful in a form-fitting cheongsam.

“My god, so fair, so—no, that’s not right—such a beautiful lady!” Jiang Cheng’s eyes bulged as he swallowed hard.

“If you can cut out an Imperial Green for me, you can pick any house you want in Zhongdu—it’s yours.”