Chapter Twenty: The One-Dollar Antique

[Wow, a chamber pot can actually ward off evil and protect the home? That’s ridiculous!]
[Master Han, are you trying to sell chamber pots now? Where’s the link? Hurry up and post the link!]
[The chamber pot my grandfather left behind—could it also ward off evil? I’m going to honor it right now!]

Cheng Ziqiu almost couldn’t hold back his laughter listening from the side.
This old fellow would say absolutely anything to cover his lies!

“Master Han, your knowledge is truly… vast. A chamber pot that wards off evil—I admire that!”
Cheng Ziqiu deliberately emphasized the word “admire.”

Han Lishan’s facial muscles twitched a few times as he forced a faint smile.
“Not at all, Ziqiu, you flatter me.”

The livestream chat exploded instantly.
[This guy is definitely doing it on purpose! Hahaha!]
[Master Han’s face just turned green! I’m dying laughing!]
[This livestream is too entertaining! Even better than a comedy sketch!]

The gift effects were fewer now, replaced by a flood of “hahaha” comments and mocking emojis.

Seeing the moment was ripe, Cheng Ziqiu spoke leisurely,
“Actually, this isn’t a toothpick, nor a chamber pot.”
He paused, scanning the screen with a slight upward curve of his lips.
“It’s called a ‘Soul Guide.’”

“‘Soul Guide’?!”
The chat suddenly fell silent, only a sparse few question marks floated by.

Han Lishan was stunned.
What on earth was that?
He had lived most of his life and never heard of such a term.

Seeing everyone’s confusion, Cheng Ziqiu began to explain:
“A ‘Soul Guide’ is an ancient special ritual tool used to summon and guide souls, commonly in funeral ceremonies. Usually made of bronze or iron, its shapes vary, but most have sharp edges and intricate patterns to lead the departed spirits to the afterlife.”

Pointing at the “rusty iron lump” on the screen, he elaborated,
“Though this Soul Guide’s shape is rough, its patterns are clearly visible. Especially these eye-like designs—these are typical features of a Soul Guide.”

The audience in the livestream was dumbfounded; though they didn’t fully understand, it sounded impressive.

[Whoa! This guy really knows a lot!]
[Soul Guide? Sounds badass!]
[Could this thing really summon spirits? That’s kind of scary!]

Sweat beads appeared on Han Lishan’s forehead.
How did this kid know so much?
Could he really be some kind of expert?
Impossible!
He must be making it all up!

Trying to stay calm, Han Lishan forced a nervous chuckle,
“Ziqiu, your explanation… isn’t it a bit too mystical? This thing looks like… well… a farming tool!”

Cheng Ziqiu gave him a half-smile,
“Master Han, if you think I’m making things up, how do you explain the constellation patterns on this ‘farming tool’?”

Han Lishan was speechless.

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He had no idea about constellation patterns!
Just now, to cover his lie, he called this useless thing a chamber pot, and now he was stuck—truly shooting himself in the foot!

The livestream viewers were laughing uncontrollably.
[Hahaha! Master Han, does your face hurt?]
[Farming tool? You really thought of that? I’m dying laughing!]
[This guy’s amazing! He saw through the truth immediately!]
[Master Han, just go home and farm! Don’t embarrass yourself out here!]

Gift effects and mocking comments flew in a frenzy.

Han Lishan’s face darkened, embarrassed beyond words. Suddenly, he clutched his chest, looking pale.
“Oh no, I’m not feeling well. My old ailment… my heart is acting up…”

The livestream viewers saw right through the act.
[Hahaha, Master Han, your acting skills deserve an Oscar!]
[They owe you a little golden statue!]
[Heart trouble? I think your face hurts more!]
[Just sign off already, don’t make a fool of yourself!]

Cheng Ziqiu asked with feigned concern,
“Master Han, what’s wrong? Should I call an ambulance?”

He even pulled out his phone, pretending to dial emergency services.

Han Lishan hastily waved him off,
“No… no need, just an old problem, an old problem…”

Silently cursing, he thought this kid really wanted to kill him!

Chen Churan stood nearby, barely containing her laughter.
Cheng Ziqiu was truly a treasure—a master at teasing without a single curse word.

She walked over to Han Lishan and softly said,
“Master Han, why don’t you rest a bit? We can continue the livestream another day.”

Han Lishan accepted the reprieve as if granted a pardon, nodding quickly,
“Yes, yes, I’ll rest, rest…”

Without another word, he fled the livestream in embarrassment, tail tucked between his legs.

Cheng Ziqiu watched Han Lishan’s retreating back and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

The chat kept scrolling with endless “hahaha” and teasing comments like “Master Han flees in defeat.”

The guy who had been connected live also regained his composure, rubbing his hands nervously,
“Hey, hey! Little bro, can you take a look at this treasure and tell me how much it’s worth?”

Cheng Ziqiu smiled mischievously and held up one finger.

The bearded man’s eyes lit up,
“One million?!”

Cheng Ziqiu shook his head.

The man gasped,
“Ten million?!”

Cheng Ziqiu still shook his head.

The man’s face flushed red with excitement, voice trembling,
“Could it be… a hundred million?! My goodness!”

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Cheng Ziqiu finally laughed and shook his head,
“Bro, you’re overthinking it. I said it’s worth one yuan.”

The man froze.

The chat went quiet for a second, then exploded with even louder laughter.
“One yuan? Hahaha! Bro, sell it to me for a yuan!”
“One yuan can’t buy a loss or a scam—this guy’s too savage!”
“I’m dying laughing, bro’s face was priceless!”

The man recovered and forced an awkward smile,
“One yuan… haha… one yuan…”

Cheng Ziqiu explained with a grin,
“Bro, this is just an ordinary old item, collectible but not worth much. Don’t be superstitious—hard work is the real way.”

“Thanks, little bro,” the bearded man said, wincing but managing a smile.
An antique worth one yuan—who wouldn’t be baffled?

Cheng Ziqiu nodded,
“No problem, bro, just a small favor.”

The chat burst into laughter again.
“This guy’s probably going to spit blood when he gets home, hahaha!”
“One yuan, I’m dying laughing.”
“This move’s a real heartbreaker!”

Cheng Ziqiu ended the live connection, stretched, and prepared to end the broadcast.

The positive comments kept flooding in, gift effects flashing nonstop, dazzling his eyes.

“Thanks for the support, everyone. That’s it for today. See you same time tomorrow—don’t be late!”

He made a heart gesture and decisively ended the livestream.

Turning to Chen Churan, he caught her trying to hide a smile.
“What are you laughing about?”

“Laughing at you,” she said, lowering her hand with sparkling eyes.
“One yuan—you really are ruthless.”

“I’m just being honest,” Cheng Ziqiu said seriously, joking.
“Everyone’s responsible for fighting superstition.”

Before Chen Churan’s laughter died down, the livestream room door suddenly burst open with a bang.

Han Lishan, who had just clutched his chest and looked pale as paper, suddenly bounced up as if energized.

He pointed at Cheng Ziqiu’s nose, yelling,
“You little brat, you did this on purpose!”