Omnipotent Overlord

An Yuxin thought her eyes were pretty. They were big, black, with long eyelashes, and were only bested by Lin Qingrou in the Century Middle School

‘How odd, why are Li Mo’s eyes so much enchanting than Lin Qingrou’s? I don’t recall them being like this…’

An Yuxin was mesmerized and needed five minutes of Li Mo’s constant waving to wake her up.

An Yuxin’s went red, never having acted like this before, staring so long at a man.

“The next time you have something going on, notify me first. You have my number. I don’t want to be like… like.

“I’m leaving.”

At first, An Yuxin could look Li Mo in the eye, but had to avert here shortly after, or she’d be drowning in them.

An Yuxin then left.

Li Mo chuckled. He didn’t use his eye power on An Yuxin, but the power of the Celestial Eye was not something an average girl could resist.

‘Ugh, I feel dizzy…’ Li Mo rested his hand on the closed door.

As a Celestial Eye, if he overused it, side effects would appear. ‘I need pay more attention next time I use x-ray vision…’

Li Mo rested his eyes for two minutes, waiting for the vertigo to pass. 

“The century old knotweed along with the Millennium Cold Jade works wonders in refining the blood. It seems paying the Priceless Auction a visit is a must.”

Li Mo read the newspaper in closer detail, finding the Priceless Auction was a gathering of selective people. And the invitation wasn’t easy to buy either, without a certain status that is.

Li Mo mused for a bit then his eyes shined. Huang Lixing.

Although Teacher Huang’s appraisal was nothing remarkable, he was in fact a public ‘upright’ figure of society, though barely. 

Huang Lixings first specialty wasn’t archeology, but music. In fact, Huang Lixing’s musical skill dwarfed archeology. He even won an international piano contest.

With his talent in music, going to Qinghua University or Nanjing University(T/N: famous colleges) as a music teacher was very easy. But who knew why Teacher Huang was so stubborn to refuse their invitations, returning instead to his home in Feng City, to become Century Middle School’s archeology teacher. 

In the first few years, many public figures – both national and beyond the borders – came to visit Teacher Huang. But this man chose to stay in the Century Middle School, never again to touch a musical instrument.

Over time, the famous figures gradually thinned their visits, and Teacher Huang’s renown as a pianist devolved into being a comedian of archeology after four years of sheer hard work.

Teacher Huang may have lost his past fame, but he was still well known even today. 

“Little Mo, you want to go to the Priceless Auction? Great idea! I won’t lie to you, I also saw the newspaper and was ready to go. Just that, cough, the invitation is a bit expensive. But I’ll find a way.”

Not only expensive, it was 33,000 RMB! Teacher Huang’s job didn’t pay much. He even went on and off to the antique stores only to return with a couple ‘relics’ each time. Old junk he didn’t lack, but money he did.

“I can buy the invitation. I got my hands on a relic that is quite valuable.” Said Li Mo.

“You have a relic? What kind?” Huang Lixing’s eyes sparkled when it came to such items. The thought of the invitation or whatever flew out the window, replaced by pure interest for the nature of this item.

“Um, it is a painting with Tang Yin’s authentic inscription(T/N: famous painter), called Tiger Roar on a Mountain.”

“An authentic inscription? Who painted it then?”

“Some unknown painter.”

“How much did you sell it for?”

“A h-hundred thousand.”

“How could you leave your dear teacher out of it? You’ve been cheated! That painting is an unquestionable masterpiece of Feng City. The inscription alone would skyrocket its value to at least 150,000….”

Huang Lixing’s incessant flood of words came pouring out that made even Li Mo blush. In his past life, he stuck to Teacher Huang every chance he got, and was more than aware of his ‘talent’ in appraising.

“Oh the horror! Then you’ll buy the invitation and I will take you to appraising treasures to shake the world!”

After a hard fought battle to finally make Teacher Huang end the phone call, Li Mo breathed easier

….

Feng City, Empress Restaurant.

Qin Zhen in a Chinese suit sat in the VIP lounge, listening to his granddaughter Qin Menglu’s explanation.

Chen Zhengzhong hanged his head before the grand-sir. 

Who was Qin Zhen? The Qin Corporation’s cornerstone and director. A word from him would have Chen Zhengzhong sacked. 

“Humph!”

After hearing Qin Menglu’s retelling of the events, Qin Zhen slapped the table and scared Chen Zhengzhong.

“You were too rash! You didn’t show the least bit of courtesy and respect when talking to an expert!”

Qin Menglu chewed her lip in defiance.

To be entirely truthful, Qin Menglu didn’t believe Li Mo’s skill even now. With her grandfather’s old illness, he even had foreign doctors consult him, but no medicine could cure him. So how could a 16-year-old brat do what modern medicine could not? 

‘What expert?’ When Qin Menglu recalled Li Mo getting out naked from the spring almost made her spit. 

“Grandfather, I already made some inquiries regarding that little… young expert’s clan. And I was about to set out to find him tomorrow. How come you suddenly came?”

“You’re attitude is lacking and won’t be going. I will.”

“Eh?” Qin Menglu gasped.

As far as Qin Menglu could remember, Qin Zhen never received anyone over the last couple of years. Not even Su clan’s manager, who came personally with a gift.  

Qin Zhen’s eyes snapped to Chen Zhengzhong, “And you’ll be joining.”

“Y-yes.” Chen Zhengzhong nodded repeatedly.

“Leave now.” Qin Zhen dismissed him.

Chen Zhengzhong left and Qin Zhen’s cough started up again. Qin Menglu rushed to pat his back.

Only after a long while did it stop, “Child, I’m not going to him to consult me.” 

“Why then?”

“To save me!”