Holy Land Door

Deciding not to drag this any longer given the old man's 'good heart,' Yasuo pulled out the miniature holy land door that he had taken out a bit earlier in his bed.

'I was a bit concerned about where to place this door,' he mused silently, 'but it seems I don't need to worry anymore. Let's just hope he's not greedy or immoral.'

To receive greater rewards, one had to take great risks.

So what if there was a chance of him getting killed and the door being snatched away from him?

Situations like that were nothing new to him—just another ordinary occurrence in his past life.

How would someone who goes against the natural flow of the world be worried about his life?

Hum!

The moment Yasuo pulled the miniature, ethereal black door from his pocket, Richard felt the qi within his body spiral into chaos.

"This..."

Richard could feel it. Although his qi was chaotic, it wasn't a reaction to be worried about—it was a reaction to be expected!

The only reason his qi was going chaotic was due to his cultivation base feeling the fluctuations of the energy radiating from the treasure on Yasuos palms and getting excited, he felt a great desire to place his hand on the miniature holy land door as soon as possible.

No matter the cost, Richard had to keep it close to him!

'Snap out of it,' Richard muttered to himself, forcibly clenching his left fist out of Yasuo's sight. His nails dug into his palm, drawing blood that dripped steadily to the ground.

Phew!

He breathed a sigh of relief inwardly; for a moment, he felt that he was about to kill the kid and the chauffeur to lay his hands on the ethereal black door and flee this place without any traces.

'No wonder that man threatened to cripple me and make me suffer for a long time if I ever dared to steal his treasure.' Richard wiped off the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead, his heart racing like never before.

Richard felt that if the man had not displayed some of his power and made such a threat, Richard would have immediately disregarded the threat of death and snatched this treasure away.

Dying in the process is fine, but suffering for a long time unable to die is something the old man wasn't willing to experience. Such a tragic fate; he wouldn't even wish it to his worst enemies, much less his self!

Taking note of the old man's reaction, Yasuo knew that he hit the jackpot!

The only explanation Yasuo could think of for why this old man approached him so cautiously, rather than resorting to force, was the presence of a treasure. It was likely something inherited, passed down through his family or lineage.

Yasuo knew nothing about such a treasure, but he felt that his father most likely didn't wish him to suffer the consequences of obtaining so they kept it away.

'I'll make sure to retrieve it after I'm done with this,' Yasuo vowed inwardly.

"Director, I'm not planning to rely on other people anymore; I don't wanna be weak anymore!" Yasuo yelled, even taking the old man by surprise.

'Such strong will and great desire for power! This is a good seedling,' Richard smiled,' It would be a waste not to take him under my wing.'

"Yasuo, who gave you such a treasure and why are you showing it to me?" Richard's tone was concerned," Did your father not tell you not to trust anyone? What if I'm a terrible person?"

"There is no way you are a bad person, director. You saved my parents' lives and even mine. How can you be a bad person?" Yasuo shook his head, refusing to take the old man's words seriously.

"Silly kid."

"Director please. I want to sell this treasure passed down from my grandfather before his death and buy a high-level cultivation technique with it; if you fulfill this only wish of mine, I'll work the hardest to lift your head in the world as your proud disciple!"

Yasuo almost vomited when he said these words, but it was good that he was used to performing such scenes, so he controlled himself.

***

Only, such scenes reminded him of his naive self before he became the dark mage, a day when once he thought the world was black and white as he trusted his master in the magic academy, only to get his parents killed, his sister tortured, and played with, and his talent was stolen.

On that day, Yasuo knew the reality of the world and saw its true colors.

Said righteous, strong people standing on the top only upheld morals that benefited them, used the underdogs working for them to obtain countless resources, and even took credit for their achievements as the ones who 'nurtured them'.

Yet, when a treasure or a talent like in his case that couldn't be obtained through 'moral' means is displayed in the open, all that act gets shredded away like a wolf in sheep's skin that has never been suspected.

Killing, stealing, and anything once frowned upon by these people would be like drinking water for them. 

***

Yasuo's emotions didn't waver in the slightest as he recalled his childhood.

He had long since extinguished those feelings after bathing various cities with his enemy's blood, and at the end of it, he came to realize that only through sheer power and without shackles holding someone back as family and morals could one truly step on the path of the strong!

Seeing this scene, the Director nodded his head, accepting his wish," In two days, a car will take you to an auction where you can sell this item. You will find me there, and I'll help you get in and register it for you."

Yasuo nodded hearing his words, tears flowing down his cheek," Thank you so much sir Richard," He was sincerely happy and vowed to repay this favor no matter what!

"Now, let's visit your parents, and then I'll take you back to the hotel afterward."

Yasuo placed the 'treasure' in his pocket and sat silently next to the old man, genuine happiness etched on his face.

'I think I found the perfect match for my granddaughter.' Richard mused secretly.