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In the dining room of the Han family mansion, the frosted crystal chandelier made Li Haotian dizzy.

On the table was an enamel porcelain plate, filled with palm-sized truffles and asparagus spears no thicker than a finger.

Li Haotian tugged at his tight suit, propped his elbows on the tablecloth, looking completely out of place.

There were three empty porcelain bowls in front of him, and he was eating half a shiny chicken leg with his mouth full of oil.

Han Ruobing sat next to the main seat, her face buried in the shadows, her fingers constantly pinching her brow.

"Dazhu, eat slowly."

Han Ruobing squeezed out these words through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.

Li Haotian didn't even look up, his mouth full of rice, and mumbled a reply.

"Miss, this rice smells delicious, but the side dishes are too small."

Han Deyang, the second uncle of the Han family, sitting opposite, snorted coldly and slammed the wine glass he was holding heavily on the table.

The red wine spilled out and dripped onto the snow-white tablecloth, looking like a fresh bloodstain.

"Ruobing, where did you find this reincarnated starving ghost?"

Han Deyang had a long, mean-looking face with his eyebrows raised. He looked at Li Haotian as if he were looking at a pile of trash.

"Our Han family hired bodyguards, not to set up a soup kitchen for beggars."

Li Haotian swallowed the last mouthful of rice and wiped the grease from his mouth.

"Second Uncle, right? Isn't the point of life just to eat?"

"How can you have the strength to guard the Han family's gate if you don't eat your fill?"

Han Deyang was so angry that his nose was crooked, and his finger was trembling as he pointed at Li Haotian.

"You're sharp-tongued, but I think you don't know your own limitations."

He waved behind him, and two burly servants immediately surrounded him.

The two men were dressed in matching black training uniforms, their muscular arms stretching the sleeves so much they looked like they were about to burst.

"Take Mr. Li to the back to broaden his horizons and teach him the rules of the Han family."

Han Deyang leaned back in his chair and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Ding walked up to Li Haotian and reached out to grab his collar.

"Come on, Chef Li, let's have a friendly spar with you."

Before the servant's hand could even touch Li Haotian's clothes, the half-eaten chicken leg bone in Li Haotian's hand moved.

He flicked his finger, and the blood-stained bone spun and flew away.

With a "bang".

The bone was precisely shoved into the mouth of the servant who was about to speak, reaching right up to his throat.

The servant's eyes widened, his hands gripping his neck tightly, and strange gurgling sounds came from his throat.

His face turned purplish-red, his body swayed twice, and he fell straight backward.

The back of his head slammed into the floor tiles with a dull thud, and his eyes rolled back in his head on the spot.

The other servant was stunned. Just as he was about to take something out of his pocket, Li Haotian's eyes swept over him.

"You haven't finished eating yet, don't make things worse."

Li Haotian patted the crumbs off his palm, his eyes as cold as ice.

The servant felt a chill creep up from the soles of his feet, and his hands, frozen in his clothes, were impossible to pull out.

Han Deyang suddenly stood up, causing the tableware on the table to rattle and clang.

"You dare to lay a hand on me at the Han family's dinner table?"

Li Haotian grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Second Uncle, your food is good, but it's too dry and makes my throat hurt."

He reached across the table and grabbed the bottle of red wine that had just been opened in front of Han Deyang.

The bottle of wine bore the Romanée-Conti label, and a delicate silk ribbon hung from its neck.

Han Deyang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he reached out to snatch it.

"Put it down! That's a one-of-a-kind piece I bought for three million!"

Li Haotian ignored him, tilted his head back towards the bottle opening, and gulped down three big mouthfuls.

He squandered a three-million-dollar bottle of top-quality red wine, treating it like mineral water.

He put down the bottle and, in front of all the Han family relatives, spat into his palm.

Then he vigorously swirled the wine in his mouth between his teeth, and finally spat it onto the carpet at his feet.

"It's sour and tastes worse than the loose liquor from the village entrance."

He smacked his lips and shook his head with a look of disgust.

Han Deyang clutched his chest, swayed, and his face turned from white to green, finally becoming a purplish-brown.

He was breathing heavily, like a broken bellows, and his fingers trembled as he pointed at the wine bottle.

"Three million...you can use my wine to rinse your mouth..."

He rolled his eyes, slumped into his chair, and clutched his heart, which began to convulse.

The restaurant instantly descended into chaos, with several socialites screaming and scattering, while Han Ruobing rushed forward to call for a doctor.

Li Haotian sat back in his chair, and a hissing sound came from the miniature earpiece in his ear.

Su Wan's voice was low, with a hint of rapid breathing.

"Boss, an abnormal wavelength has been detected, just fifty meters from where you are."

"I just hacked into the surveillance footage behind the wine cellar and found that the wall thickness there is off."

Li Haotian's eyes darkened, and he lightly tapped the table with his fingers.

"Get to the point, what's next?"

Su Wan's voice trembled slightly, accompanied by the clatter of her fingers on the keyboard.

"There is a heartbeat, but the frequency is extremely low, less than thirty beats per minute."

"I compared the database, and this frequency... highly overlaps with the life samples Lin Mo left behind."

Li Haotian gripped the fork tightly, crushing the steel fork into scrap metal in his hand.

His breathing became heavy, and the power in his blood began to spontaneously surge through his meridians.

Lin Mo.

The name was like a red-hot knife, cutting a deep wound into his heart.

He stared at the floor, as if he could see the shadow curled up in the darkness through the thick cement.

"Is the location locked?"

He asked himself a question in his mind.

A static noise came from Su Wan's end, indicating that the signal seemed to be interfered with in some way.

"Right behind the last shelf in my second uncle's private wine cellar, there's a lead-lined isolation room."

"Be careful, the activity level of the mirror creatures there is constantly rising."

Li Haotian stood up, ignoring the chaotic crowd around him.

He glanced at Han Ruobing, who was busy feeding Han Deyang medicine, and a nasty smile appeared on his lips.

"Miss, I've eaten too much. I'm going to take a walk in the back to digest."

Han Ruobing turned around and glared at him, her eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.

"Don't cause me any more trouble, Li Dazhu!"

Li Haotian didn't reply. He turned and walked out of the restaurant, his steps steady, each step landing on the cracks in the stone slabs.

The corridors of the manor were quiet, with the wall lamps casting a pale white light.

He avoided the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, moving as fast as a shadow flying close to the ground.

He quickly found the entrance to the basement, where two guards in gray uniforms stood watch.

The guard held a small cup in his hand, his eyes darting around warily.

Li Haotian pulled out the bronze dagger from behind his waist, the blade gleaming faintly in the dim light.

Instead of rushing over, he slipped behind a marble pillar.

His nostrils twitched, and a faint smell of rotting lilies filled the air.

He would never forget that smell, even in death; it was a harbinger of the opening of the rift in the mirror world.

The frequency underground grew stronger and stronger, even causing his heart to beat in sync.

"Thump—thump—"

Each heartbeat felt like a muffled thunderclap in his mind.

He felt the scenery in front of him begin to blur, and the murals on the wall seemed to be secretly twisting.

"The mirroring intrusion has begun; this house is beyond saving."

Su Wan's voice rang in his earpiece one last time, then turned into deathly silence.

Electromagnetic interference blocked everything, which means the monster below has awakened.

Li Haotian emerged from behind the pillar, his eyes blazing with golden light.

The two guards were about to call out when their pupils went out of focus.

Li Haotian didn't use his knife; he simply walked between the two men, the gust of wind he created snapping their ties.

The two men were leaning straight against the wall, still clutching their guns, but they had already fallen into a deep coma.

He walked down the spiral staircase, where the air became cold and damp.

The cellar door was closed, and the electronic lock on it was flashing red.

Li Haotian raised his foot, gathered all the power in his bloodline, and kicked hard at the door lock.

"boom!"

The thick security door was kicked so hard that it was deformed, the hinges broke, and the entire door crashed into the dark interior.

A strong smell of aged red wine mixed with the stench of blood wafted towards me.

Li Haotian stepped over the ruins, his feet crunching on the shattered glass shards.

He stopped at the deepest part of the wine rack, where there was indeed an unremarkable-looking brick wall.

But he could sense something scratching frantically behind the brick wall.

That was the sound of fingers gripping sheet metal—piercing, desperate, and carrying a kind of blood-related shudder.

"Lin Mo..."

He whispered a name and placed his hand on the cold wall.

The vibration from his palm made the hairs on his entire body stand on end.

That wasn't a heartbeat at all; it was something crying for help.

He closed his eyes and mobilized the last bit of warm blood power within his body.

Golden light spilled out from between his fingers, like countless tiny golden snakes slithering into the cracks in the wall.

A sharp hiss came from inside the wall; it was the roar of some kind of spiritual force.

Li Haotian suddenly opened his eyes, threw a punch, and a thunderous explosion followed.

Bricks and stones shattered, and dust rose everywhere.

Behind the wall, a circular metal compartment was revealed, its walls covered with yellow paper covered with strange runes.

In the center of the cabin, a figure wearing a tattered white dress was quietly suspended in mid-air.

Countless purple, blood vessel-like tubes hung from the ceiling, piercing her limbs and back.

Li Haotian's breath caught in his throat; in that instant, he felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen.

The figure slowly raised its head, its long, messy hair hanging down on both sides of its face.

Her eyes were sunken, and her skin had a deathly grayish-white hue.

The moment she opened her eyes, all the wine bottles in the cellar exploded.

The purplish-red liquid flowed down the shelf, gathering into a strange ocean.

"Haotian...save...it..."

Lin Mo's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded on sandpaper, and every word trembled with a heartbreaking quality.

The ground beneath Li Haotian's feet began to tremble violently.

One by one, black tentacles covered with eyeballs emerged from the crack in the ground and wrapped around his ankles.

From the surrounding shadows, dozens of figures dressed in gray robes slowly emerged.

The leader took off his hood, revealing an old face as dry and withered as tree bark.

"Welcome to the rehearsal for the Great Cataclysm, my child."

The old man smiled sinisterly, holding a blood-red crystal ball in his hand.

Li Haotian looked at the tentacles scattered on the ground and the strange figures, and a slow smile spread across his face.

He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the ground, revealing the sweat-soaked shirt underneath.

He stretched his neck, making a series of popping sounds.

"No wonder this meal tasted so bland."

"So, this is where the main course was waiting for me."

He gripped the dagger tightly, and the golden light in his pupils suddenly surged, forcing the surrounding shadows back half a meter.

In that blood-red light and shadow, a battle that transcended the realms of Yin and Yang officially began beneath the Han family's territory.

Li Haotian took a step forward, and the wine on the ground instantly boiled, turning into a cloud of blood-red mist.

His voice echoed in the closed basement, carrying an undeniable madness.

"Who else wants to teach me how to do things?"

Lin Mo let out a scream in the metal cabin, and the once silent basement was instantly submerged by a violent surge of energy.