The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

Zhang Fan naturally knew that the feud between him and the power in the dark was deeply rooted. Every confrontation was like dancing on the edge of a knife. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.

They will not give up easily, and the flames of revenge will only burn more fiercely with repeated setbacks.

In this intricate chess game, he seemed to have become the target of public criticism. Those forces whose interests had been damaged by him were now eyeing him like hungry wolves, vowing to get rid of him as soon as possible.

However, Zhang Fan was not unprepared.

Ever since he accidentally acquired this pair of magical eyes with X-ray vision, his world has undergone tremendous changes.

These eyes can not only penetrate the surface of matter and look directly into the essence of things, but can also silently capture subtle sounds from afar, as if the entire world is under his control.

Such ability is undoubtedly the strongest weapon against those enemies in the dark.

Conventional assassination methods are useless in front of them. If they want to succeed, they must find another way and adopt a more covert and cunning method.

But even so, Zhang Fan still remained calm and vigilant.

The real danger is often hidden in the most invisible places.

Rather than those obvious enemies, he was more worried about the secrets and power hidden by the classical beauty in the family.

She was as gentle as water, and her demeanor revealed a temperament that was otherworldly, but it was this mystery that forced Zhang Fan to be on guard at all times.

I always feel that behind this seemingly weak woman, there is an unknown depth and strength hidden, as if she can burst out amazing energy at any time.

The real opponent is never from the outside world, but from within.

Now that his identity was no longer a secret, if he still wore a mask, he would become a bigger target.

Zhang Fan walked casually on the street. He had no fixed residence, so no one could easily predict where he would appear.

Walking on the street, looking at the bustling streets.

The south has developed very well, and it is easy to develop near the sea.

There are wars in the north right now. It all depends on how powerful the soldiers of the British Empire are. They are Athena's only reliance.

This is about building a new territory for ourselves. Akbang has already succeeded, now it’s up to Phoenix.

If this could be completely taken down, it would be perfect.

There is huge investment going on here now and everything is thriving.

Zhang Fan looked at a man who had just come down from the cargo ship. He was less than 40 years old and gave people the impression that he was fierce and not someone who was easy to mess with.

Outsiders all came here to make money, but he kept his head down, and it was obvious that he had other purposes.

Zhang Fan was just curious and didn't take it too seriously. It was basically impossible for an ordinary person to assassinate him.

My own strength is now terrifyingly strong.

If they continue to send ordinary people here, it would be a real humiliation to themselves.

Zhang Fan walked into a small shop and ordered a bowl of vermicelli. Coincidentally, the man who looked tough also walked in, exuding a hostile aura.

This is the secret realm.

In that unfathomable secret realm, ancient trees are towering and vines are entwined, as if every leaf carries a thousand-year-old story, and as it sways gently, it tells unknown secrets.

The sunlight shines through the dense treetops, dappling onto the stone path, adding a warm and mysterious halo to this mysterious place.

In this ancient and silent land, there is an ancient monument. It stands alone, with intricate totems carved on the stone walls. They are still clearly visible despite the wind and frost, exuding a faint ancient atmosphere.

The maid hurried into the ancient monument, her steps filled with anxiety and uneasiness, her eyes full of worry for the young lady's safety.

She was dressed in an elegant green dress, the hem of her skirt swaying gently with her steps, like a clear spring in the mountains, pure yet lively.

Her long black hair was tied up with a simple jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair danced in the wind, adding a touch of gentleness.

However, at this moment, her heart was like a raging sea, unable to calm down.

As we walked deeper into the ancient ruins, a soft light slowly spread out from the front, illuminating the entire space.

The maid followed the light and saw her young lady standing in front of an ancient altar with her back to her. She was dressed in a white dress as white as snow, as if she had merged into this ancient monument, untainted by dust.

The young lady's hair was as long as a waterfall, and she wore no makeup, but she had an otherworldly aura that made people dare not look directly at her.

Her figure appears lonely and tough in the interweaving of light and shadow, as if she can bear all the hardships in the world alone.

"Miss..." the maid called softly, with a trembling voice. She approached slowly, afraid to disturb the tranquility, but eager to know the young lady's decision.

The guardian turned slowly, a complex emotion flashing in his clear eyes.

She raised her hand slightly, signaling the maid not to say more, as she already knew what was going on.

The guardian's attire is simple yet elegant, with delicate orchids embroidered on the white clothes. Every stitch and thread reveals the craftsman's painstaking efforts and ultimate pursuit of beauty.

Her voice was gentle but firm: "I had expected that he would put forward such conditions. In this world where the strong are respected, interests often determine everything more than emotions."

The maid was even more worried. She held the lady's hand tightly. The hand, which was a little rough due to years of hard work, was unusually warm at this moment: "Miss, you can't sacrifice yourself like this! They are just after those treasures, why do they have to do this?"

The young lady shook her head slightly and looked into the distance, as if recalling something: "Some sacrifices are for greater protection. As a guardian, I must not only protect the peace of this secret place, but also protect everything we believe in. Although the conditions he proposed hurt me, if it can bring me a moment of peace, I am willing to give it a try."

There was a hint of helplessness and determination in her tone, a choice that transcended personal emotions and a deep understanding of responsibility and mission.

Inside the ancient monument, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only the gentle breathing sounds of the two people.

The surrounding stone walls seemed to be listening, recording the heaviness and tragedy of this moment.

The lady gently stroked the back of the maid's hand and comforted her: "Don't worry, I know what I am doing. Although he made such a request, I will not let him succeed easily. I will use this time to find a way to crack it, and at the same time strengthen the defense of the secret realm to ensure our safety."

After hearing this, the maid felt relieved, but her eyes still couldn't help but turn red.

The lady knew what the conditions were without me saying anything, and now she has chosen to compromise.

But committing yourself? That's definitely not possible. You have to find a way.

Just cooperating with him temporarily.

Did he really want to take possession of the young lady's body? Was he dreaming?