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Wang Yuan had a penchant for gambling. Previously, he had deceived Yu Feng into giving him various treasures and spiritual herbs under different pretenses, all of which he exchanged for spirit stones and sent to the casino.
Yu Feng ordered his men to open Wang Yuan's bag, only to find a few high-grade spirit stones inside. This scoundrel had managed to squander their family's possessions so thoroughly! Unfortunately, even if he regretted it now, it was too late to make amends.
Yu Feng took a few steps forward on his knees, his eyes filled with even greater resentment. "Father, don’t worry. You still have me. I will definitely find a way to restore our family's fortunes."
Hai shook his head. "I am old now; I fear I cannot accompany you on this journey from the beginning again."
Hearing this, Yu Feng felt a surge of anxiety. "Father, how can you think like that? I swear, I will not let you spend another cent this time."
He lowered his voice. "Father, do you still remember that mirror?"
At this mention, Hai's expression became dazed, and a glimmer of light flickered in his murky eyes. He suddenly recalled a moonless night thirty years ago when a mysterious figure with extraordinary cultivation had stealthily crossed their heavily guarded home and stood before the old man.
The stranger had said that as long as they kept the mirror safe for him, he would pay them a substantial reward. He produced a wooden box filled with shimmering high-grade spirit stones.
At that time, the family patriarch had been suspicious of the item’s origins and feared it might bring disaster upon them. He initially intended to refuse the offer. However, upon seeing the box containing spirit stones worth ten years' worth of their family's income, he changed his mind instantly.
He accepted the spirit stones and moved the mirror into storage, ensuring it was well-guarded. Before he died, he summoned his son and recounted the story of the mirror, instructing them not to inquire or speak of it—just to keep it safe until someone came to retrieve it.
"That person was willing to pay such a hefty price just for us to guard a mirror; there must be something suspicious about it," he warned. "If we're not careful, it might bring calamity upon our family."
Thus, he made them swear never to approach the mirror or speak of this matter—just act as if it didn’t exist at all.
The eldest brother agreed and swore an oath. Hai also gave a perfunctory response, but the more their father insisted, the heavier his doubts grew.
What could that object be that would compel such a mysterious figure to offer such a great price for its safekeeping? Could it be some extraordinary treasure?
As he thought about this, Hai's eyes burned with intensity, unable to contain his excitement.
After the old man passed away, he had sneaked into the storeroom more than once to observe that mirror. He studied it for a long time before finally figuring out how to nourish it with blood.
Father, didn’t that thing inside say it would repay us well if we let it out? Treasures, spirit stones—nothing would be too much to ask. If what it said was true, then our family’s troubles would be resolved.
Hai felt a stirring in his heart but was unsure how to decide. After feeding it his blood, he discovered that a remnant soul was trapped within the mirror. The entity claimed to be a powerful being from a thousand years ago, imprisoned by enemies. If Hai was willing to release it, it promised to take him to its cave and reward him with treasures.
How could Hai know if what it said was true? He hesitated to respond. Seeing his lack of reaction, the remnant soul took a step back and stated that its thoughts reached far and wide; it knew everything. As long as Hai was willing to feed it with essence blood, it could provide him with any information he desired.
When Hai used his abilities for the first time, he was greatly astonished. However, after using them several times, he no longer panicked but became increasingly vigilant. What exactly was this entity? It seemed capable of knowing anything; could it truly be a powerful being?
Given its immense strength, releasing it might lead to insurmountable troubles that could implicate their family. Hai's mind wavered as his expression darkened; he hastily scolded the entity.
This is absurd! The old man repeatedly instructed us to ignore it—did you think those words were just idle chatter?
Yufeng felt a surge of urgency in his heart. Father, it's because you and grandfather are so stubborn that our family has failed to develop. Great opportunities have fallen into our laps, yet you still refuse to take advantage of them! Don’t blame other families for riding over us!
Now that we’ve come this far, what do we have left to lose? We might as well take a gamble; if we win, our family could rise again!
Father, you’ve enjoyed prosperity for so many years—can you really bear to watch our family fall apart and see yourself end up in ruin during your twilight years?
Yuling had been hiding in the shadows for a long time and rushed out at this moment, kneeling before Hai.
Father, please consider me too! You can’t let me end up sleeping on the streets! If that happens, I might as well die!
Hai was irritated by his words and slapped him across the face while shouting.
"You little rascal, now you're even trying to teach your father a lesson? Hurry up and get out of the way; this is no place for you to speak!"
Yuling covered his face, feeling wronged, and let out a soft "oh" as he knelt to the side, quietly lowering his head.
Yufeng looked at his son's pitiful appearance, feeling both angry and heartbroken. He softly advised, "Father, Yuling is right. You should consider his feelings too."
After pondering for a moment, Hai gritted his teeth and decided to go all in.
At that moment, there was no one else in the house besides them.
Hai opened the warehouse door and approached the copper mirror. He pulled away the red cloth covering it. The mirror seemed to anticipate their arrival; ripples spread across its surface, and a blurry shadow wrapped in black mist appeared before them, its face indistinguishable.
"Have you made up your minds?"
Hai paced back and forth. "Is what you said true?"
The mirror rippled again, revealing a strange place.
There, spiritual herbs grew everywhere, and inside the cave were countless spirit stones and magical treasures piled high.
Seeing this scene, Yuling's jaw nearly dropped. He tugged at Hai's sleeve, urging him anxiously, "Father, let's agree to this senior's request! Once we miss this opportunity, there won't be another!"
Hai slapped him on the head, making his head buzz. "Do you dare to interrupt in front of an elder? Stay over there!"
Yuling let out an "oh" and sulkily moved aside.
After contemplating for a moment longer, Hai finally said, "Alright, but I want you to swear an oath. When you come out, all these things will belong to me."
With these treasures, their family would no longer have to worry for generations. Not only could they crush the other major families in Shacheng, but expanding their influence to other cities would also be possible.
The shadow fell silent for a moment before letting out a cold laugh. "You are quite greedy; you want everything from me with just one request."
Hai clasped his hands behind his back and snorted coldly. "Just say whether you agree or not."
No matter how powerful this remnant soul is, it is still trapped within the mirror. Whether the opponent can escape now depends entirely on his own thoughts. Even if he has to obediently offer up all his possessions, the other party will have no choice but to comply.
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