Chapter 3: Precious Friend! Wearing This Is Absolutely Forbidden

Purple Pavilion Appraisal Live Room!

The connection was established—luck was on his side.

Chen Jie wasted no time, getting straight to the point:

“Teacher Zixuan, hello. I have something here, but I’m not sure what it is. I’d like you to take a look.”

With that, Chen Jie placed the red jade pendant under the camera.

At that moment, “Teacher Catfish” on the big live-screen eyes widened, his signature shocked expression appearing.

“Oh wow—where on earth did you get this, treasure friend?”

Having watched Teacher Catfish’s streams several times, Chen Jie knew it was customary to ask about the origin of the item.

There were rules in this field.

If the provenance was questionable, appraisers wouldn’t authenticate the item.

Of course, anyone could concoct a story to smooth things over, but as a professional appraisal host, he had to ask.

Otherwise, if he breached protocol, he’d be implicated.

Chen Jie replied, “This was passed down from my ancestors.”

Teacher Catfish chuckled, “So your ancestor passed down a ‘missing eye’?”

Chen Jie was momentarily puzzled—this was a jade pendant, why call it a “missing eye”?

Though unfamiliar with jade, he knew this red jade was called a “Safety Buckle.”

Surprised, Chen Jie asked, “Teacher, isn’t this a ‘Safety Buckle’? Why call it a ‘missing eye’?”

Teacher Catfish laughed, “Look at the center of the jade—isn’t there a hole missing? That’s why it’s called ‘missing eye.’”

Chen Jie nodded in realization; so the “Safety Buckle” had another name.

Indeed, there was a hole missing in the center.

Chen Jie pressed on, “Teacher Zixuan, what exactly is this? Is it valuable?”

Never mind the “missing eye.”

What Chen Jie cared most about now was whether it was worth anything.

If it was an authentic antique and worth a price, he would sell it.

Saving Old Chen’s life came first in his mind.

Teacher Catfish smiled, pondering for a moment before saying:

“This is called ‘Blood Jade.’ Ever heard of it? Do you know how blood jade forms?”

Chen Jie had never studied this, so he shook his head, “How does blood jade form?”

Teacher Catfish’s face turned serious:

“Generally speaking, in the old days, blood jade was jade buried with the dead as funerary items.”

A sudden buzz rang in Chen Jie’s head.

“Buried with the dead?”

Teacher Catfish continued solemnly:

“This jade wasn’t originally red; the deceased wore it into the coffin.”

Chen Jie looked closely at the red jade in his hand, surprised.

“How did it become so red? Holding it, it feels cold.”

Teacher Catfish laughed and explained:

“Don’t rush—listen. Imagine, the jade was placed inside a coffin, and back then, it was earth burial. The corpse would decompose.”

“Usually, clothing dyes back then were red.”

“The blood from the decomposing body mingled with the red dye in the clothes, soaking the jade in this mixture.”

“Because of the special underground environment, decomposition was slow. Over the years, the jade soaked in this blood mixture, gradually turning red.”

“That’s the true formation process of blood jade. Understand?”

Many viewers in the live chat were stunned.

“No way! That’s terrifying! Isn’t blood dark after death?”

“The streamer is right—blood jade forms through contact with a corpse. In the past, people would hold jade in their mouths when they died. As their last breath left, the jade would slide down the throat into the stomach. After hundreds or thousands of years underground, the blood seeps into the jade, creating unique blood jade.”

“I recall a documentary showing that blood jade was made by cutting a live sheep’s leg, inserting jade, sewing it up, and after years, the jade soaked blood to become blood jade.”

“Using living creatures—that’s man-made blood jade. In our area, they say animal blood is put in a bottle with jade, buried for three years, and it turns red.”

“Blood coagulates after death—how can it become blood water?”

“Different underground environments—we can’t go into details, haha, don’t want you scared!”

“Blood jade is nothing complicated. I once made some by heating jade red, then inserting it into a sheep’s body; after a few months, it became blood jade.”

“Is real blood jade valuable?”

“That’s bad luck stuff—who’d want dead people’s things?”

“Who knows, some collectors love these. If genuine, the price should be high.”

“Legend says blood jade has a spirit.”

“Wow, I have one at home passed down five generations. After hearing this, I feel uneasy.”

Chen Jie felt dazed upon hearing all this.

He widened his eyes and asked, “Teacher Zixuan, is it good luck to wear blood jade?”

Chen Jie’s biggest concern was whether it was worth money.

If it wasn’t auspicious to wear, its value would plummet.

Teacher Catfish calmly replied:

“Think about it, the corpse lies in the coffin wearing this. If you wear it, would you sleep peacefully?”

Chen Jie’s mind jolted.

Teacher Catfish laughed and teased:

“This thing is scary to wear—close your eyes, and you might never wake up again! Haha!”

Chen Jie sighed, shaking his head helplessly:

“So, teacher, you’re saying it’s inauspicious to wear and not valuable!”

All hope dashed.

Chen Jie lost interest instantly.

Teacher Catfish chuckled:

“What I said earlier is the true formation of real blood jade!”

Chen Jie frowned, puzzled:

“So, teacher, you mean this blood jade is fake?”

No way.

Old Chen treasured this, locking it in his bedside drawer—could it be a fake blood jade?

But on second thought, Old Chen knew nothing about jade.

It would be strange if he had any genuine antiques.

Teacher Catfish explained seriously:

“Listen, friend, actually before the last century, in Myanmar, Yunnan, and Southeast Asia, there were already advanced jade dyeing techniques.”

Chen Jie held the vividly red blood jade, astonished:

“No way! How could it be dyed? I just shone a light through it—it’s bright red inside!”

Teacher Catfish said calmly:

“That’s right! Jade dyeing means the color penetrates inside.”

Chen Jie was speechless.

“Really?”

Teacher Catfish explained:

“What you think is surface color change—like plating—is not dyeing! Haha—wrong, friend!”

He smiled and said:

“Alright, friend, anything else?”

Chen Jie shook his head:

“No, thank you, Teacher Zixuan!”

Teacher Catfish smiled:

“Thanks for your support, friend!”

With that, the connection was cut.

Chen Jie no longer watched the live stream but stared at the blood jade in his hand.

No way.

It’s fake?

He held it up to the light again.

Such a vivid red—how could it be fake?

Suddenly—

The blood jade emitted a red glow, enveloping Chen Jie instantly.

His face drained of color.

What on earth was happening?