Three Cold Artifacts (Part 1)

"Jing... Could this guy be Jingtian's ancestor?"

After hearing Han Lingsha's introduction to Young Master Jingyang, the calligraphy and painting seller, this thought immediately surfaced in Shen Fei's mind. He could not help studying Young Master Jingyang carefully. He had the typical appearance of a scholar, the kind of man too weak to truss a chicken. Even in this world of immortals and martial heroes, the mortal dynasties still upheld the belief that all pursuits were inferior to studying.

People of the martial world and those seeking immortality and the Dao were considered to be neglecting proper work. Yun Tianqing, for instance, had been regarded by the Yun family as someone wasting his life and was driven out of the household. In the mortal dynasty, the Yun family was a respectable aristocratic clan of some standing and had even received imperial commendations.

"Let's go to Baoqi Bank."

After roughly explaining Jingyang's identity and circumstances, Han Lingsha immediately led everyone to the bank in Chenzhou, intending to withdraw money and lend it to Jingyang.

Jingyang's father was Jing Huan, formerly the Minister of Rites. He had earned the title of top scholar by placing first in all three levels of the imperial examinations. However, after offending the current prime minister, he was framed and stripped of his office. He later fell seriously ill. Since he had been an honest official, he possessed little wealth, and after this illness, he did not even have money for medical treatment or medicine.

Of course, there was also the matter of fair-weather friends. When Jing Huan had been Minister of Rites, visitors had crowded his doorstep. Now that he had lost his position, his household had become deserted overnight. Even his own relatives no longer paid him any attention. Under such circumstances, Jingyang had no