Seeing Qin Aodong still acting tough, Ye Chen shook his head and sneered,

“You don’t even know the difference between a gourd and a jade stopper?


Ever heard the old saying: ‘Gold and jade seal the nine orifices, ensuring the dead remain eternal’?”


“Gold? Jade? Dead people?” Qin Aodong looked utterly confused.


Ye Chen sighed in disappointment, shaking his head.

“You really don’t know? Have you at least heard of ‘Nine Orifices Jade’?”


“Nine Orifices Jade? What the hell is that?”


Qin Aodong was even more lost.


Though he liked collecting antiques, he never actually studied them.


He simply bought whatever people told him was good—as long as it made him look impressive.


“Idiot!”


Ye Chen sneered.

“‘Nine Orifices Jade’ is used to plug the orifices of the dead!


The human body has seven natural openings—ears, nostrils, mouth, and eyes—and two more, which are the genital and excretory orifices, making a total of nine.”


“Dead people?!”


Qin Aodong’s jaw dropped. His eyes bulged in horror.


He instinctively glanced at the jade pendant hanging from his neck.


His back suddenly broke out in cold sweat.


This thing was from a corpse?!


Ye Chen continued mockingly,

“Looks like you really don’t know.


The piece you’re holding was used to plug a corpse’s excretory hole—in other words, the anus.


And you’ve been wearing it around your neck.


Doesn’t it stink?”


Silence.


Then—


“BLEEEGH!”


Qin Aodong gagged violently, bending over and retching.


The once-excited crowd suddenly burst into laughter, their eyes filled with mockery and schadenfreude.


Some even whispered,

“Damn, this fool spent a fortune on a corpse’s butt plug!”


Ye Chen added coldly,

“Not only that—this jade piece has absorbed corpse energy for centuries, soaking in extreme Yin and deathly Qi.


It’s no longer a protective charm—it’s a cursed object.


If you keep wearing it, you won’t last another year.”


As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, the entire crowd took a step back—afraid of getting contaminated by bad luck.


Even Zhang Ermao, the scammer, scrambled away in terror.


Though he was a fraudster, he had some knowledge of grave robbers and burial artifacts.


He knew that Ye Chen wasn’t making this up.


Qin Aodong was completely terrified.


His face turned pale, and his hand trembled as he stared at the jade.


He recalled his series of misfortunes this year—


At the beginning of the year, he had been in a car accident.


He was only saved because he had been driving a reinforced Hummer—


But the driver had died on the spot, and Qin Aodong had broken two ribs.


He had been hospitalized for half a month.


Cold sweat dripped down his back.


He snatched the jade off his neck and hurled it away as hard as he could.


The crowd immediately scattered, afraid of getting cursed.


Seeing Qin Aodong’s terrified expression, Ye Chen smirked internally.


If I hadn’t warned him today, he’d be dead before the year was out.


“Who the hell are you?!”


Qin Aodong gritted his teeth, glaring at Ye Chen.


How did this guy know so much?


Was he sent by a rival family?


“I’m someone you can’t afford to mess with.”


Ye Chen said flatly, then turned to leave.


Seeing Ye Chen walk away, Qin Aodong thought he was trying to escape.


He immediately roared,


“Stop him! This bastard is definitely working for my enemies!”


“Hah! In all of Jinling, there’s no one I, Qin Aodong, can’t handle!


Break his legs! Make him confess who sent him!”


Hearing the command, several bodyguards lunged forward, blocking Ye Chen’s path.


Two others went after Xiao Changkun.


Xiao Changkun turned pale with fear.


“Damn, I just wanted to buy some antiques—how the hell did it turn into this?!”


Just as a bodyguard reached for Xiao Changkun,


Ye Chen’s eyes turned cold.


He kicked a burly guard aside, then rushed forward—


And with a single punch,


“BAM!”


He smashed the guard’s nose, sending blood spraying everywhere!


Another bodyguard pulled out a stun baton and swung at Ye Chen.


“Watch out, Ye Chen!” Xiao Changkun shouted in panic.


But Ye Chen easily dodged the attack,


Then grabbed the bodyguard’s wrist and—


“BAM!”


He flipped the guy over his shoulder, slamming him onto the ground!


The guard howled in pain, unable to get up.


Xiao Changkun stood there in shock, barely recognizing the deadly fighter in front of him.


“Is this… really my son-in-law?”


“Since when was he this strong?!”


Ye Chen casually picked up the stun baton.


He tossed it in the air, caught it, and smirked.


“Anyone else? Come together—I don’t like wasting time.”


The crowd fell silent, their eyes locked on Ye Chen.


Even Zhang Ermao was dumbfounded.


“Big Brother… you’re insane!” he muttered in awe.


“Good thing I didn’t piss him off earlier—otherwise, I’d be dead!”


Xiao Changkun finally snapped out of it and asked,


“Ye Chen… where did you learn to fight like this?!”


Ye Chen grinned and shrugged.


“Oh… this?”


“When Churan is at work, I get bored at home, so I watch TV.”


“There’s that martial arts tournament show every morning—so I just copied the moves.”


Bullshit!


No one believed him.


The truth was—


Ye Chen had trained in Wing Chun since childhood.


His lineage traced back to the legendary Grandmaster Ye Wen (Ip Man).


But he couldn’t reveal that.


More importantly, Ye Chen realized—


His physical strength had significantly improved.


His combat abilities were several times stronger than usual.


“This must be the effect of the Nine Heavens Scripture…”


“And the spiritual energy from that river stone…”


“It’s boosting my body’s potential!”


The crowd erupted in awe.


“He learned this just by watching TV?!”


“Damn! If I watch that show, will I become a master too?”


Zhang Ermao couldn’t hold back anymore.


He eagerly stepped forward and asked,


“Big Brother… which TV channel did you watch?


I want to learn too!”


Ye Chen glanced at him and said calmly,


“CCTV Sports Channel… ‘Jianghu Style.’”