Chapter 1801: The Spirit Emperor's Palace

Snatching the other's Green Leaf Yellow, this treasure appraiser, without another word, raised his head and walked out. Zhang Xuan smiled lightly and followed closely.

Leaving the trading house, after walking for a while, he saw the man enter an alley and flick his finger.

The arrogant treasure appraiser's vision went dark, as if suddenly plunged into another world, then his body swayed and he fainted.

Zhang Xuan was now at the peak of the Immortal Realm, dealing with a treasure appraiser at the sixth or seventh level of the Saint Domain was effortless.

Soul Search!

Too lazy to waste words, his spiritual power immediately invaded the other's mind, and in the next moment, he knew everything about his identity and background.

To infiltrate the Spirit Emperor's palace, casually disguising oneself would not work; the other party would surely investigate thoroughly.

Zhang Xuan's purpose here was not to take the assessment, but to find a real person to impersonate.

That way, no matter how they investigated, there would be no flaws.

The treasure appraiser of Kaiyong City, Wu Tao... had already passed the Spirit Emperor's test and was planning to go to the Spirit Emperor's palace. This was perfect, saving a lot of trouble...

Through the soul search, he quickly learned all the details about this fellow. Smiling, he waved his hand lightly.

Whoosh!

This bullying alien treasure appraiser and his servants instantly turned to ashes, completely vanishing from this world, while the items representing his identity appeared in Zhang Xuan's palm.

To the Spirit Emperor's palace!

The disguise talisman shimmered, his body changed, and in the blink of an eye, he looked exactly like Wu Tao, indistinguishable even to close relatives. Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked toward the Spirit Emperor's palace according to the direction in the other's memory.

The three alien emperors each had their own palaces, arranged in a triangle covering the royal city. The Spirit Emperor's palace was not too far from here. After crossing seven or eight streets, he saw the majestic palace walls standing before him.

He handed over the identity token in his hand, which was checked seven or eight times before being confirmed as genuine, allowing him to enter smoothly.

Treasure Appraiser Wu Tao, this way, please...

Soon, a guard came to greet him.

Through the other's memory, Zhang Xuan had not found the purpose of the Spirit Emperor's invitation to the treasure appraisers; it seemed Wu Tao himself didn't know. So he looked at the guard and lowered his voice: "May I ask why the Spirit Emperor summoned us? I'd like to prepare in advance to give a better performance."

As he spoke, he handed over a top-grade spirit stone.

The guard did not accept it, but said coldly: "Do as you're told. There's no need for your clever tricks here!"

"Yes, yes!"

Zhang Xuan quickly nodded: "I just want to make friends, no other meaning. Please take it, brother..."

"Hmm!"

After hesitating for a moment, the guard took the spirit stone, turned his wrist, and put it into his ring: "Don't do it again!"

With that, he continued walking forward, lowering his voice as he went: "This time you were called here to calculate the exact value of each treasure without any error. You can't exaggerate like you do outside. Otherwise, if you get killed, don't say I didn't warn you!"

Zhang Xuan quickly nodded.

Although treasure appraisers could accurately assess the true value of treasures, they would also add some special value based on the owner's identity, making it less precise.

For example, painting shrimp: even if an ordinary painter and Qi Baishi produced works indistinguishable to the naked eye, the prices would still differ by tens or hundreds of times.

The other's words were simple: value it for what it's worth, without these additions.

"Remember that. I'll take you there first. As for what task will be assigned, I'm just a servant, so I don't know..."

The guard said this and fell silent.

It seemed he only knew this much.

"Thank you for your trouble!"

He took out another top-grade spirit stone and handed it over. Zhang Xuan frowned.

From the other's tone, it really seemed they were just here to appraise treasures...

In the Confucian Temple, he had seen with his own eyes how severely the Spirit Emperor was injured. The fact that he didn't die on the spot showed his deep accumulation. Returning to his lair, instead of seeking treatment, he summoned treasure appraisers...

It was utterly baffling.

Following behind, before long, they arrived at a spacious hall.

The shelves in the hall were filled with all kinds of treasures, and many treasure appraisers were moving among them, carefully appraising.

"Once inside, start from the first treasure. After appraising, put your estimated value into the corresponding box. No communication or conversation is allowed. If discovered, death without mercy!"

Entering the room, another guard approached, exuding a cold, iron-blooded aura.

Knowing this was the rule, Zhang Xuan said nothing, nodded, and followed the guard to the shelves holding the treasures.

In front of each treasure was indeed a box, somewhat like a ballot box. Only written items could be placed inside, and it was carved with special seals that prevented divine sense from probing, so no one could see what others had written.

"Gathering so many treasure appraisers, each appraising the same treasures... Could this still be a test?"

Looking ahead, he saw that the treasure appraisers who had arrived earlier had already finished appraising the treasures here, placed their estimated values into the boxes, and moved on.

In other words, every treasure here had to be appraised by everyone, and the final price would depend on individual ability.

After thinking for a while without understanding, Zhang Xuan knew this was not the time to hesitate. He approached the first treasure.

It was a pitch-black ore, its material indistinguishable at a glance.

Zhang Xuan gently touched it, and a book appeared in his mind.

"Falling Star Stone, a specialty of the Tiannan Abyss, has the effect of calming inner demons..."

The book recorded the specific value and flaws of this stone.

After reading the content, Zhang Xuan did not rush to write. Instead, he pretended to study it for a while before taking out a blank card and writing down the calculated price.

The units of measurement were naturally Dayong currency and top-grade spirit stones.

He placed the card into the box and moved forward.

It was also an ore, quite rare, with a price similar to the Falling Star Stone.

After walking for a while, he found that five consecutive treasures were all stones. Zhang Xuan frowned.

Appraising stones was not difficult; with enough knowledge, it was easy to know their value. But a series of stones, all with similar prices—what was the other party doing?

After ten consecutive stones, there were some rare plants.

Some were fresh, others had dried up over the years. Identifying them was very complicated. Zhang Xuan, disguised as Wu Tao, knew his abilities and deliberately slowed down.

He pretended not to recognize some plants, taking out books to look carefully, as if trying to find the answers.

"Alright, that's all for today. Everyone, please go back and rest. Continue tomorrow..."

After an unknown amount of time, a voice rang out, and then a middle-aged man came to the center of the hall.