87: Signed: Liu Ru Jushi

But Hong Lei didn't think so; in his eyes, Su Can was practically a master appraiser.

At such a young age, his martial arts had already reached the realm of 'Hua Jin', and he also understood antiques, possessing such high attainment in appraisal.

Hong Lei felt nothing but admiration for such a person.

Indeed, the line between genius and ordinary people is clearly defined!

Su Can continuously dabbed water with his hand, and with the help of his mental energy, the scroll unfurled wider and wider.

Gradually, more than half of a painting was revealed; it was a landscape painting.

Su Can's spirits lifted, and he became even more cautious.

Hong Lei also grew nervous, fearing that Su Can might accidentally damage the painting again.

In his heart, this painting-within-a-painting was definitely a priceless treasure, and even the slightest damage would be enough to cause heartache and regret.

Fortunately, Su Can had his mental energy, and under its protection and assistance, the upper painting was successfully peeled off, revealing the true face of the painting beneath!

It was a landscape painting, and its style was difficult to define because Su Can didn't understand painting at all.

But he could vaguely sense a hint of melancholy and unfulfilled ambition from this landscape painting.

"It's a landscape painting with a constantly changing aura and an elusive style. I wonder who painted it?"

Hong Lei, acting like he understood a lot, stroked his chin and commented.

Su Can didn't even lift an eyelid; he didn't want to bother with him, only meticulously studying the painting.

Because this painting had no seal or signature, which gave him a headache.

If it really didn't work, he'd take it to Old Liu tomorrow. At least his eyesight was better than his own, and he understood antique collecting; maybe he could figure something out.

Although Su Can thought this, he always felt a little unwilling.

He subconsciously released his mental energy, covering the artwork.

Soon, with the keenness of his mental energy, he finally discovered a unique spot.

"What a secretive technique!"

Upon making the discovery, Su Can couldn't help but exclaim that the person who created this painting was truly extraordinary.

Although this painting had no seal, it did have a signature; it was just integrated into the painting, too secretive, and the technique was so clever that it was difficult to discern.

It was also fortunate that Su Can possessed his divine sense, otherwise, he would never have noticed the clue.

The signature consisted of four traditional characters, which Su Can could roughly recognize as "Liu Ru Ju Shi" (Six-Like Hermit)!

"But who is this Liu Ru Ju Shi? Why have I never heard of him?"

Su Can scratched his head a little. Although he had memorized many texts during his school days, he really had no impression of this Liu Ru Ju Shi.

"Hong Lei, look up Liu Ru Ju Shi and see if you can find anything on Baidu."

Su Can continued to study the painting himself, while Hong Lei went to Baidu.

Hong Lei also scratched his head, clarified which four characters 'Liu Ru Ju Shi' were, and then searched on Baidu.

As soon as he searched, he instantly shot up to his feet.

"Holy cow! My Lord, my Lord, ah, no, Young Master! I found it! Liu Ru Ju Shi is actually Tang Yin, Tang Bohu!"

"Who?!"

Su Can's hand, holding the painting, couldn't help but tremble; he couldn't quite believe his ears.

"Tang Yin, Tang Bohu!" Hong Lei excitedly repeated in a loud voice.

"Gulp!"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Su Can couldn't believe that the painting in his hand was actually a work by Tang Bohu.

Tang Bohu, a historical figure, the head of the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan! His name alone carried immense weight.

Just based on the name Tang Bohu, even a casual splash-ink painting would definitely be priceless.

"Damn, I'm rich, I'm really rich!"

Su Can reacted, looking at the painting in his hand, still incredibly excited.

Although he didn't understand the antique market, the painting in his hand was easily worth tens of millions, and even a small target (100 million) wasn't impossible.

"What a painting, truly a great painting, worth treasuring!"

Su Can said with shining eyes, then carefully rolled it up.

Hong Lei, hearing the implication in his words, couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Young Master, aren't you planning to sell this painting at auction? I think a small target isn't a problem!"

"Sell it? Why would I sell it? Why would I sell such a priceless painting? Wouldn't it be better if I framed it and kept it for myself to admire?"

Su Can asked back, somewhat surprised.

If it wasn't a Tang Bohu painting, Su Can might have considered selling it for money.

But once he heard it was a Tang Bohu painting, he had no intention of selling it.

Tang Bohu, the epitome of a romantic scholar, an idol from his youth; wouldn't it be better to keep it for himself?

Anyway, he wasn't short of money. He'd only consider it if he truly needed money.

Moreover, he now had a stable income.

And with his divine sense as a cheat, earning money was too easy.

So he carefully rolled up the painting.

Su Can planned to find some time to frame it using expensive, high-quality wood.

"That's a real shame, otherwise, it could fetch a lot of money at auction."

Hong Lei said with some regret.

Su Can, however, ignored him, instead rolling up the painting and putting it away, then picking up the heavily rusted xiuchun blade.

Hong Lei's expression became a little strange when he saw this, saying, "Young Master, do you really believe this is an xiuchun blade? Besides, it's rusted to this ghostly state, it's worthless!"

"That's just what you consider worthless."

Su Can smiled faintly, "I don't think it's worthless. Watch closely."

Saying that, Su Can raised his other hand, gathered strength, and flicked it.

Then, with a 'clang' sound, rust clattered to the ground.

The seemingly thick rust, like a shedding shell, all fell off cleanly.

Instantly, the previously heavily rusted xiuchun blade, which barely looked like a blade, became gleamingly cold and sharply cutting.

Su Can flicked it again with his finger, and a 'ding' sound of the blade's hum echoed, lingering!

"Good blade!"

Su Can's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise it.

"My goodness!"

This time, Hong Lei was completely dumbfounded: "Is this still that broken blade? This, this, this..."

Hum...!

Su Can's palm trembled, he made a blade flourish, and with a slight chop, the blade instantly emitted a fierce hum.

Hong Lei's eyes were wide with amazement.

Even if he were blind, he would know this was a good blade.

And it was a good blade for mass killing!

Because the xiuchun blades of the Jinyiwei were all for mass killing!

"Young Master, you are truly divine!"

Hong Lei didn't know how else to admire Su Can.

Su Can smiled, very fond of this xiuchun blade. He placed it on the table and said, "This blade will stay with you for now. Tomorrow, find some time to go to a workshop and have a scabbard made for it."

"Understood, Young Master."

Hong Lei nodded quickly, but couldn't help but pick up the blade, feeling its cold, sharp edge, and grew very fond of it.

Men, especially those with a bit of martial arts skill, who wouldn't yearn for divine weapons and sharp tools?

This was just like ordinary people's pursuit of luxury cars and beautiful women.

"These two daggers and the short blade are also good; keep them, they're very sharp!"

Su Can picked up the exquisite daggers and short blade and examined them; they were also two good items, which he left for Hong Lei.

Compared to the xiuchun blade, they were still a bit inferior.

After all, the xiuchun blade was for mass killing, having been steeped and tempered by countless people's blood and killing intent, so its malevolent aura was very strong.

It was precisely because of the strong malevolent aura protecting it that this xiuchun blade remained perfectly intact.

When he refined it again with the essence of the sun and moon, it would definitely be a divine weapon!

"Oh?"

Soon, Su Can picked up the irregularly shaped metal block, letting out a surprised sound.

Earlier on the ship, he had only scanned it with his divine sense and hadn't found anything unusual.

But now, as soon as he held it, he felt the difference.

It was too heavy!