A God Cultivator Reborn in the Modern Age

5.

Glancing around his surroundings, he found no trace at all of the old vendor from earlier. Even when using his Divine Eyes, there was nothing—no shadow, no aura. The old man had truly vanished into the void.

“In this new world… there’s a cultivator as well? Interesting…” Realizing who the old man truly was, Alex continued walking toward the best shop on the antique street.

That shop belonged to Wine Clara—the finest antique appraiser in Draken City.

Upon entering, Abel, who was browsing the items displayed on the shelves, immediately spoke to Alex.

“Why are you tailing us?! Do you really think that rotten clay jar of yours can be exchanged for money here? Hahahaha! You must feel scammed, right?!”

“Scammed? I don’t think so. I came here after seeing that this is the largest shop I’ve encountered… and I’m here to sell what’s inside this jar. What right do you have to comment on me?”

Seeing someone he had always regarded as trash dare to speak back—almost as if challenging him—made Abel truly furious.

“Do you even know that this shop has rules? Anyone who lies will be punished, and anyone who wastes the staff’s time will be treated as a troublemaker.”

Abel curled his lips into a thin sneer and continued, “So if you came here as a troublemaker… maybe you’ll never be able to return to campus again.”

“I may not know the exact name of what’s sealed inside this jar… but I know for sure that its value exceeds five million dollars! And with its appearance alone, you wouldn’t even be able to afford it!”

The middle-aged man standing beside Abel frowned deeply.

“An antique worth more than five million dollars would be among the most expensive pieces in the world. You truly know nothing at all! Attendants, you’d better escort this fraud out, or you’ll suffer losses!”

Several shop attendants nodded and moved forward, ready to forcibly remove Alex. However, Wine Clara—who was preparing Abel’s purchase—immediately stopped the disturbance inside her shop.

“What is going on here?! How dare you cause a scene in our store?!”

Her voice was gentle, yet firm—like an order that could not be defied.

“Miss Wine Clara, he’s a campus acquaintance of mine—a completely useless piece of trash! The only reason he dared to come here is because he needs money, so he’s trying to scam us. He even claims that the clay jar in his hand is worth five million dollars!”

Clara’s sharp gaze shifted toward Alex, scanning him from head to toe. When she saw that familiar face, she froze.

“You’re the young man I hit earlier? What are you doing here? Don’t tell me the compensation money wasn’t enough?” Clara asked calmly.

Alex smiled faintly.

“I’m not a thug who extorts money from businessmen. I came here to sell this jar.”

Alex clearly displayed the clay jar in his hand.

Clara glanced at it briefly. As the best antique appraiser in Draken City, she naturally judged it with a single look.

“Your clay does have good quality… but it’s still just clay. It has no value at all.”

Narrowing his eyes, Alex could only let out a long breath.

Perhaps Clara truly was the best antique appraiser—but she didn’t possess an ability like his: seeing through appearances.

“How about we make a bet?”

“A bet? Miss Clara’s time is extremely limited! She’s one of the important figures in Draken City. Alex, you’d better not disturb her affairs.”

Abel took the item Clara had prepared for him. As he walked past and stopped beside Alex, he left behind a few words.

“This is Miss Clara’s territory… Don’t get yourself killed by your own stupidity. I’m still waiting to see you become a dog on campus later.”

After that, Abel and the middle-aged man beside him left the shop.

Alex’s gaze turned icy cold, as if he wanted to devour Abel alive. However, Clara—unwilling to let personal hostility cause damage inside her store—stepped forward and took the clay jar from Alex’s hand.

“It seems the compensation I gave you earlier really wasn’t enough… Alex, there’s $5,000 in this card. Sign the contract I’ll prepare, and in the future, you won’t be able to extort me.”

“Wait! I already told you—there’s something priceless inside this jar! The money you’re offering as compensation can’t possibly compare to what’s inside!” Alex argued.

One of the shop attendants stepped forward. Having understood why Alex was being so bold, he grabbed Alex by the collar with one hand.

“You really don’t know your place. Do you think the young miss can’t see through your dirty scheme? Take the payment and wait for the contract. After that, you and the young miss will have nothing to do with each other!”

“With such a skinny body, you still dare to try extorting the young miss? You picked the wrong target, brat!”

He shoved Alex roughly.

Feeling belittled—and mistaken for a scammer or extortionist—Alex immediately snatched the clay jar from Wine Clara’s hands.

“What are you—”

CRASH!

Without the slightest hesitation, Alex smashed the jar onto the floor. The contents inside were instantly revealed.

A gemstone necklace—radiating a vivid blue glow, like an incomparably luxurious piece of jewelry—lay among the shattered, dried clay.

The attendants’ eyes widened in shock.

“W–What necklace is that?! Why does it make my eyes feel dazzled?!”

“T–This kid can actually see through it! There really was a necklace inside the jar!”

“Even the young miss couldn’t see it… This…”

Clara wasn’t frozen because there was a necklace inside the jar—she was frozen because she recognized it. She immediately crouched down.

Her body and hands trembled slightly as she struggled to contain her overwhelming shock.

“H–How is this possible?! The Blue Dragon Ocean Necklace—there’s only one in the entire world… and it’s here?!”