Mortal Mirror

The Bai family, one of the ten great families of the Great Xia Dynasty, possessed immense power and countless wealth. They also maintained numerous retainers and sworn protectors within the family.

The Bai family's patriarch, Bai Tianyu, was the Champion Marquis appointed by the Great Xia Dynasty, ranking second among the ten marquises of the Great Xia Dynasty. His cultivation was unfathomable; no one had seen him take action in many years, and even his family members were unaware of the extent of his power.

Bai Muhan was Bai Tianyu's great-grandson. This child was extraordinary from birth. His mother had dreamed of the sun entering her womb, and she conceived him shortly after. On the day of his birth, colorful rays of light fell from the sky, purple aura rose from the horizon, and the sound of celestial cranes echoed in the heavens.

At the moment of his birth, crimson light enveloped the room, and an unusual fragrance lingered for days.

Even more astonishing was his exceptionally heavy bone structure, marking him as a peerless talent, far beyond the ordinary.

Such auspicious signs and exceptional talent made him the darling of the family from birth, deeply loved by everyone. Some said it was the blessing of the Bai family's ancestors, a sign of the Bai family's continuous good fortune.

Others predicted that this child might surpass his ancestors in the future, becoming the ultimate guardian of the Bai family.

The family rejoiced, and the Bai family's patriarch was particularly fond of Bai Muhan. However, strangely, the Bai family's patriarch never allowed anyone to teach him martial arts or divine arts, instead making him cultivate ordinary secular techniques and refine the most basic martial artist's true energy.

Furthermore, he gave him a very common nickname, Shitou (Stone), and, most puzzlingly, he often ordered people to take him to harsh, cold places to suffer hardships, which distressed the Bai family immensely.

You must know that some of the other children of the same age in the family had already successfully established their foundations in divine arts, while Bai Muhan remained an ordinary mortal.

This was the Bai family's hope, and everyone wondered why the Bai family's patriarch would torment and confine this treasure in such a way. Over time, some even whispered behind his back, wondering if the Bai family's patriarch was jealous of this child. However, the Bai family's patriarch's prestige was as solid as a mountain, the pillar of the Bai family, and no one dared to voice any dissent.

Thus, sixteen years passed. On this day, Bai Muhan received a summons from the Bai family's patriarch and entered a secret chamber. The two talked for a long time, and when the door opened, a trace of unwillingness, a trace of reluctance, and a trace of helplessness flickered in Bai Muhan's eyes.

More than anything, he was shocked because the patriarch was asking him to do something that went against his principles.

Moreover, this matter was very dishonorable, asking him to seize someone else's opportunity. This left him speechless. Who was he? The Bai family's pride, a favored son of heaven. What wouldn't he have? With his talent, what kind of master couldn't he find? He couldn't understand, couldn't figure it out.

What was most frustrating was that his great-grandfather only explained some specific matters but didn't tell him why, only telling him that he would understand his good intentions in the future.

His great-grandfather also gave him a reason he couldn't refuse: if he didn't go, he would lose the opportunity to cultivate divine arts and become an ordinary mortal forever.

Moreover, this matter not only concerned him personally but would also affect the family's fortune for thousands of years to come. The family's continuation depended on his decision.

He also learned an even more terrifying truth: the reason his great-grandfather had never allowed him to cultivate techniques was also here. This plan had been set in motion at the time of his birth.

His great-grandfather also told him that to glimpse this sliver of heavenly secret, he had used the Bai family's fortune of a hundred years and his own lifespan of a hundred years.

With so many enormous titles weighing down on him, even with his thousandfold unwillingness, his myriad helplessness, and endless reasons, he could only compromise in the end.

Subsequently, he was sent out of the capital without anyone knowing, arriving at this desolate, remote town where even rabbits wouldn't shit, this martial arts school that, in his eyes, wasn't even as big as his family's toilet.

His great-grandfather had instructed him that although he didn't know the exact identity of that person, he had once glimpsed a trace of information about him: this person was born poor and was easy to identify.

He had this person's birthdate. Once he confirmed the birthdate and obtained a drop of this person's blood, the opportunity would naturally come.

Although his great-grandfather didn't tell him what this opportunity was, he understood one thing: he had to survive well in this martial arts school.

What surprised him most was that everyone in this martial arts school, after his investigation, had wealthy family backgrounds; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to come to a place like a martial arts school to cultivate.

Only this Li Ergou, his roommate, was the only child from a poor family, but this kid was born poor, ugly, short, and he couldn't imagine what kind of opportunity he could have.

Although he didn't believe that such a person would have a great opportunity, no one else met the criteria. He could only slowly approach and test him, and when he had the chance, he would trick him into revealing his birthdate. Whether or not he was the one would be clear at a glance.

In fact, he was quite disgusted with this method, which was completely contrary to his principles. The he in his heart must be a person who is upright and righteous, who can go through fire and water for his own principles, and who will die without regret.

But what about reality? Reality gave him a hard slap in the face. He was going to be a thief, a thief who stole someone else's opportunity, someone else's life. This made him extremely disgusted with himself, but the family's glory and fortune, and his great-grandfather's expectations, left him helpless.

He shook his head, the confusion in his eyes recovering its brilliance, and looked at Li Ergou on the ground, thinking that if this guy was killed, he could be sure that this person was not the one he was looking for.

However, before he died, he had to ask if he could have that picture book. He had been exposed to many things since he was a child, but he had never seen such a novel thing. That picture book seemed to open the door to another world for him, making him unable to stop.

He looked at the motionless Ergou; he seemed to be cooling down, not moving at all. Wouldn't he be so fragile? He wondered.

At this moment, Ergou closed his eyes, feeling the comfortable pain in his body. He sighed in his heart that this was the feeling; the martial arts true energy had become a little thicker. He was happy in his heart that his verification was also correct.

He couldn't help but think of a sentence: Don't be discouraged by the pain you can still endure, don't be discouraged by temporary setbacks, the road is tortuous, the future is bright, the darkness will eventually pass, and the dawn is just around the corner.

Facts have proved that the path he has chosen is the best path so far.

As long as he is not afraid of pain, he believes that he will eventually overcome everything and achieve success. Encouraging himself again, he suddenly opened his eyes, and a carp jumped up and stood up again.

When Shitou saw Li Ergou stand up, looking like he didn't care, he was slightly surprised, thinking why didn't you resist if you were so resistant to being beaten.

And Li Ergou used actions to prove how to be a qualified punching bag.

Huang Batian naturally knew that Li Ergou was quite resistant to being beaten now, so he didn't hold back, punching Li Ergou one after another. It was strange to say, but he was a little strange. This Li Ergou was so strong that he didn't seem like a human. No matter how you hit him, how you hit him, how you hit him with all your strength, he would stand up again and again.

Until you are out of breath, until you are sweating all over, until you are exhausted, until you are desperate.

He seems to never be knocked down, never be killed.

Li Ergou patted Huang Batian on the shoulder and said, "Come again."