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Chen Yu immediately activated the system and scanned the brain information of the man before him.

Macallan had not lied; the Gold scepter had indeed been acquired through legitimate channels, though the person who sold them the scepter seemed rather sleazy.

However, it appeared that Macallan suffered from some kind of memory disease, as many of his memories were very vague.

Chen Yu sighed helplessly and could only take out a banknote to buy back the Gold scepter.

To his surprise, Macallan pressed down on his wrist.

"Sir, you are mistaken. We are here to participate in the art exhibition, and all the items will be awarded as prizes, not for sale," he said.

Chen Yu was taken aback; even though he had stayed on Mount Augustus for such a long time, he never knew there was an art exhibition.

Just then, the old man in a mask hurried over with several guards.

"Mr. Chen, today is indeed our annual art exhibition. Anyone who wins the championship will receive a prize!"

This piqued Chen Yu's interest; one way or another, he had to get his hands on that Gold scepter.

The crowd that had gathered around just now also dispersed.

Macallan and a few businessmen cleared a large space and set up a stage there.

A great number of murals and calligraphy were placed on the stage.

Before long, a flapper stood up with a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, these works come from various auction houses as well as many ancient sites. We are not very clear about the value of these paintings, and if anyone here can guess the origin and the content of these items, we will give a corresponding reward," she announced.

Chen Yu immediately understood; these folks were essentially here to find a free appraiser.

Looking at their group, with many refined individuals, they were likely experts who had initially made rough appraisals of the paintings.

However, they had not agreed on many of the details and were randomly looking for professional talent here.

Macallan and a few businessmen placed a large amount of gold and silver jewelry on the stage.

At that moment, a middle-aged man confidently walked onto the stage.

"You have the nerve to bring these worthless things here for appraisal!" he exclaimed.

He immediately reached out, grabbed an ink wash landscape painting, and lifted it high.

"If I am not mistaken, this painting should be a drawing of medicinal plants by the divine physician Bian Que! On this mountain beside us, at least three hundred kinds of herbs are drawn," he declared.

His words immediately resonated with everyone on the scene, and several experts hurried over, taking out magnifying glasses to study it closely.

These experts were not pushovers; although they had not been able to identify the specific origins of the paintings when together, if someone could give a rough idea, they would be able to make an accurate judgment based on that.

"You're right, these are indeed shapes of various medicinal herbs, but this painting should be from the Tang Dynasty, while Bian Que was from the Spring and Autumn period," one of the experts stated.

"This painting has no artist's seal; we cannot determine who drew it, but we can ascertain the era," another added.

"Sir, perhaps you have mistaken, could you take a closer look?"

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The middle-aged man's face showed a touch of anger. In his opinion, he had identified all the details, yet these experts were still nitpicking.

As he was about to retort, Chen Yu walked straight onto the stage.

"If I may say so, this gentleman is not mistaken, and the experts are not wrong either. This painting is indeed from the Tang Dynasty, and it is also from the hand of Bian Que," he said.

This remark elicited a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Everyone knew that Bian Que was a famous physician from the Spring and Autumn period, which was basic common sense.

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Chen Yu paid no mind to the crowd as he walked over to the painting and lightly tapped it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you truly understand the historical Bian Que?"

This question suddenly silenced the room.

Over the years, with the advancement of archaeological work, a vast amount of evidence has proven that Bian Que was not an individual, but a school.

For instance, the records of Bian Que in the Spring and Autumn period span several hundred years.

People from that era had a very short lifespan, and even if Bian Que were a divine physician, he couldn't possibly have lived that long.

Moreover, records of Bian Que's medical practices across different eras show considerable differences, becoming more refined in later periods.

Previously, many believed these to be later annotations and detailed discussions by successors of Bian Que's medical knowledge.

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The crowd began to discuss animatedly, and for a time, the experts on stage were unable to make a definitive conclusion.

Chen Yu picked up a magnifying glass from the side.

"Beyond the mountain depicted in this painting are medicinal herbs; other buildings and rivers conceal numerous prescriptions. I recommend that you all use more sophisticated, cutting-edge instruments to observe."

Without any hesitation, the experts immediately had several devices brought in and placed to the side.

After some time, one of the experts suddenly sprang up, visibly excited.

"This gentleman is correct. There are indeed a great number of prescriptions recorded here, and the medicinal materials on the side correspond to the herbs listed in the prescriptions!"

The onlookers also began to murmur among themselves, as this discovery seemed to overturn their preconceived notions.

Following the confirmation from the experts, everyone started to give Chen Yu a thumbs-up.

Chen Yu didn't say much, heading straight to the side to pick up a gold scepter and several pieces of jewelry, all of which appeared to be from Jin Lingsu's private treasury.

But when Jin Lingsu received these items, her face was still marked with anger.

She had put in so much hard work and spent a great deal of money to set up a private vault, only to have it raided, and its contents brought here as prizes.

Chen Yu patted her shoulder.

"There, there. These are just from one of your many vaults, aren't they? Besides, aren't these items now returned to their rightful owner?"

Jin Lingsu let out a breath of relief and said no more.

"Sir, may I challenge you to another contest?" The middle-aged man from before seemed somewhat unconvinced.

The previous painting did mingle some obscure historical knowledge, and he felt his loss was a bit unjust.

However, in such scholarly competitions, no one would admit to being inferior to others.

Chen Yu chuckled lightly; he didn't say much, simply stepping onto the stage—after all, he found this kind of competition quite meaningful.

No sooner had he stepped up than the middle-aged man took a tablet from the side and shoved it into his hands.