[[[CP|W:210|H:140|A:C|U:http://file2.qidian.com/chapters/201211/17/2510132634887373808669126482952.jpg]]]Through Wang Guan’s diligent effort, he finally managed to piece together more than twenty shards of broken porcelain, forming a small, exquisite, pale blue-tinged white ceramic bowl, no bigger than his fist.

However, just as the small bowl took shape, a ray of azure light flashed forth, piercing directly toward the center of Wang Guan’s brow. The sudden turn of events caught him completely off guard, leaving him no choice but to instinctively shut his eyes.

The azure light was like a fine silken thread, burrowing into Wang Guan’s body, slowly merging into his very eyes.

For a brief moment, amidst the dark, blurred void, Wang Guan seemed to vaguely glimpse a round coin with a square hole, cast in crimson-gold, blazing with magnificent light, emitting auspicious clouds of mist, and overflowing with an aura of profound mystery.

But before Wang Guan could examine it closely, he suddenly felt a burning heat in his hand. He quickly opened his eyes, only to see the small bowl, which he had pieced together using garlic juice, erupting in pulsating halos of brilliant light, like miniature suns.

The halos shimmered and floated, resembling ripples spreading across a lake, diffusing outward in concentric circles. Streams of warm energy also permeated Wang Guan’s body, seemingly resonating with something deep within him.

Suddenly, the halo within the small bowl flashed and extinguished, only to flare back to life with renewed intensity, bursting forth with even stronger radiance.

One moment light, one moment dark, one moment bright, flickering rapidly—it was as ephemeral as a candle flame flickering into existence and vanishing. The entire sequence was so swift that Wang Guan had no time to react before he felt an immense suction emanating from the bowl in his hand.

This suction felt as if it were drawing out his very Jing, Qi, and Shen—his essence, energy, and spirit—including his very soul. He possessed no power to resist; his head spun, his feet felt light, his vision went black, and he collapsed onto the bed, completely unaware of anything else.

He had no idea how much time had passed before Wang Guan awoke in a hazy, dazed state. Upon regaining consciousness, he hadn't yet grasped what had transpired; only his awareness was active, while his body remained stubbornly still upon the bedding.

Suddenly, waves of numbness and aching spreading through his limbs jolted Wang Guan fully awake. He quickly opened his eyes and was startled to see sunlight streaming in through the window.

Alarmed, Wang Guan grabbed his phone and checked the date and time, instantly realizing that an entire night had passed.

“What happened?” Wang Guan felt a touch of dread, yet a vague impression lingered. He rolled his eyes and spotted the small Celadon bowl resting on the bedside table.

The bowl sat there silently, bathed in the sunlight that caught its rim. A streak of jade-like, pale blue-tinged white radiance was extremely conspicuous.

Especially in the bright light, Wang Guan could vaguely discern faint, engraved patterns emerging on the inner wall of the bowl. This observation perfectly confirmed the characteristic qualities of the Celadon bowl: its crystalline clarity and high degree of translucence.

Yet, his initial glance was enough to shock Wang Guan into staring wide-eyed, his expression one of utter disbelief, as if witnessing a miracle unfold.

“How is this possible…”

Overwhelmed by intense curiosity and astonishment, Wang Guan temporarily set aside his apprehension toward the Celadon bowl. He cautiously reached out and lifted it, then widened his eyes, focusing intently to examine it.

“Ding!”

Wang Guan tapped it lightly, and a clear, melodious sound reached his ears, deepening his shock, bewilderment, and confusion.

“Wasn’t this bowl shattered? How is there not a single trace of breakage?”

At this moment, the terror in Wang Guan’s heart was beyond description. He repeatedly rubbed the rim of the small bowl, even gently attempting to pull at the edges with force.

But all his efforts were futile. The Celadon bowl appeared to be a perfectly intact whole. Its entire rim, walls, and foot were as lustrous as jade, shining like a mirror. Not only were there no web-like cracks, but not even a speck of dust could be found.

It must be recalled that the original Celadon bowl had shattered into more than twenty pieces. Although they had been roughly glued together to maintain a complete shape, the lines of fracture remained quite obvious. Thus, the entire small bowl was densely covered with many shallow fissures, like a spider’s web, making it instantly clear to anyone that it had once been broken.

But now, every single fissure on the Celadon bowl had completely vanished. To the naked eye, it was a flawless artifact, as if it had never been broken.

By this time, Wang Guan’s emotions gradually stabilized. After repeatedly scrutinizing and inspecting it, he could not find the slightest flaw. If it weren't for the scattered porcelain fragments still lying near the bedside, Wang Guan would almost suspect he had purchased a complete Celadon bowl yesterday.

“It seems the ability I possess is not merely the identification of porcelain authenticity, but also the restoration of damaged artifacts.”

Wang Guan carefully held up the bowl. Through the sunlight penetrating the inner wall—which was as white and pure as jade, delicate and thin—the dark relief pattern outside the bowl was clearly visible.

This Celadon bowl had truly been renewed overnight, transformed into whole porcelain. A soft halo enveloped it, mesmerizing Wang Guan until he was momentarily lost in a trance.

After all, shattered porcelain and whole porcelain were two entirely different concepts.

If an intact piece of porcelain was worth a million, once shattered—even if not a single piece was lost and it retained its overall shape—its value would absolutely plummet by many times, perhaps to only a tenth.

Thinking of this, Wang Guan felt as if he had glimpsed a golden path leading to wealth. Possessing the ability to repair broken porcelain was akin to possessing the Midas touch.

In the future, if Wang Guan could buy fragmented porcelain at a low price, restore it, and then sell it at a high price… perhaps in a short time, he could become the world’s richest man.

Of course, the premise was that he had to act discreetly, lest anyone discover the anomaly. Otherwise, instead of becoming the world’s richest man, he might end up captured to be dissected and studied as a lab specimen.

Moreover, recalling last night’s ordeal and the lingering soreness in his body, Wang Guan also sensed that repairing fractured porcelain was perhaps not an entirely effortless endeavor.

Once he calmed down, the surge of excitement subsided, but Wang Guan was still somewhat thrilled.

After all, this experience once again proved that his strange ability held potential waiting to be uncovered. By slowly exploring it, there would surely be more and more surprises awaiting him.

“Ding-dong-ding-dong-clang...”

Suddenly, a series of bell-like sounds interrupted Wang Guan’s thoughts. He turned to look and saw his mobile phone ringing.

“Eight o’clock; time to head to class.”

Glancing at his phone, Wang Guan immediately grew alert—it was the alarm he had set yesterday. He quickly rushed to the bathroom to wash up. Cold water splashed his face; although his body was still fatigued, his eyes were brimming with vitality.

A moment later, after changing his clothes, Wang Guan was about to leave when a thought struck him. He grabbed a few newspapers, carefully wrapped the Celadon bowl, and took it with him.

On the bus, watching the trees lining the road begin to wither and turn yellow, Wang Guan felt as though spring was in full bloom, as if he could hear the cheerful chirping of small birds hidden among the leaves... ...................Please collect, recommend, and support, thank you.