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People say that selling the treasures passed down by ancestors is unfilial and will attract lightning strikes from heaven.

If the Chen Family hadn't been pushed to their limit, they would have never chosen to sell the Spirit Stone; after all, they did it out of desperation because they were in dire need of money. They needed to renovate the house, the son needed to get married, and both Chen Dazhu and his wife weren't in good health and often needed medication.

They were terrified of poverty and, to change their impoverished lives, they had no choice but to sell the ancestral Spirit Stone.

On one hand, there was the hardship of life, and on the other, the treasure handed down by ancestors. What would you choose if you were in their shoes?

...

The Spirit Stone was of utmost importance to Gao Fei. In order to find out information about the Spirit Stone, he was willing to spend any amount of money, as it was not something that could be bought with money.

For Gao Fei, ten million wasn't a lot. If he could find the location of the Spirit Stone with ten million, it would be worth it.

Eventually, Chen Dazhu could not resist the temptation of money. He went into the inner room and took out an old notebook, "Boss Gao, I can show you the notebook, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Tell me," Gao Fei nodded.

"You cannot reveal the content in the notebook, not a single word," Chen Dazhu said with a very serious expression.

"Okay, I promise you," Gao Fei agreed readily.

"Swear it."

"Swear too?"

"Yes! You must swear!"

"...Okay, I swear." Gao Fei raised one hand, "I, Gao Fei, swear to heaven that if I reveal the contents of the notebook, may I be struck by lightning and not die a good death."

Seeing Gao Fei take a solemn oath, Chen Dazhu's tense face slowly relaxed, "Here you go. The contents of this notebook are a bit exaggerated, so brace yourself when reading it, and don't get too scared."

Gao Fei took the notebook and quickly flipped through it.

The first half was all about recording some trivial matters of daily life and had nothing noteworthy, but when he got to the latter half, the descriptions of the Spirit Stone finally appeared...

That year, there was a famine, and for many days, my family hadn't had a full meal. Seeing the gaunt faces of my wife and children, my heart was in agony. I hated myself for being incapable of giving my family a better life.

To feed my family, I resolutely went into the mountains, hoping to hunt some game to relieve their hunger.

I walked in the forest for a long time without encountering any game. Just as I was becoming frustrated, I suddenly heard an animal's roar ahead, sounding like a wild boar. Without saying a word, I grabbed my spear and ran towards the sound.

After running about a hundred meters, I saw a wild boar lying in front of me, an injured wild boar, with blood all over its back and its two hind legs broken, looking very pitiful. As I attempted to approach, the wild boar immediately opened its mouth and emitted an angry roar.

What's there to fear from an injured wild boar? I directly lifted my spear and aimed at the head of the wild boar. This boar was huge, enough to feed my family for a month. Thinking of my family having full meals, I got very excited.

Just as I was about to pull the trigger, the injured wild boar suddenly spoke. Yes, it spoke human language, and I was stunned.

"You can't kill me," the wild boar said indignantly.

I stood there, dumbfounded, too shocked for words. A wild boar that could speak human language? It was unbelievable, incredible!

"I have many companions," the wild boar continued, "If you kill me, they will surely seek revenge for me. Then, you won't have a chance to live, and neither will your family. You'll all die."

I pinched myself hard with my hand, feeling pain, confirming it wasn't an illusion; everything in front of me was actually happening.

"You... how can you speak human language..." I asked with a trembling voice.

"I'm not an ordinary wild boar," the wild boar spoke, "I am a spiritual creature, and a high-ranking one at that. Speaking human language is not unusual for me."

"A spiritual creature?" I gasped and then continued to question, "If you're so powerful, why are you injured?"

A hint of anger flashed across the wild boar's face, "I was ambushed by a wolf. If it had been a frontal battle, that wolf would have stood no chance against me."

"A wolf?" My expression changed, "Is it nearby?" Wolves are pack animals and extremely vicious; hunters fear encountering a wolf pack the most.

"You don't need to panic; I've shaken off the wolf," the wild boar said, "I will make a deal with you now. If you help me back to my dwelling, I'll give you a great reward."

"Help you back to your dwelling?" I hesitated.

"I have many treasures at my place, and I can give you a few, which would set you for life," said the wild boar.

I was hesitant, unsure how to choose. Should I kill the wild boar and carry it back to feed my family? Or should I agree to the wild boar's conditions? After much struggle, I finally made up my mind and agreed to the wild boar's terms.

The body of the wild boar was extremely heavy, and it took the strength of nine bulls and two tigers for me to bring it back to my place. The wild boar kept its promise and gave me a black stone, two fully shaped Ginsengs, and some fruits I could not name.

The wild boar told me that the black stone was called a Spirit Stone and was very precious. Keeping the Spirit Stone at home could ward off evil spirits. Holding it while sleeping could strengthen the body, improve health, and prolong life. The two fully shaped Ginseng were over five centuries old — eating them could cure all diseases and also extend one's life.

As for the nameless fruits, they were rare Spirit Fruits; eating one would keep someone full for three days.

After saying goodbye to the wild boar, I returned home with a bunch of things. I placed the black stone on the beam, let my family eat the nameless fruits, and sold the two Ginsengs for three hundred Silver taels. With that money, I built a new house and found a wife for my son, and our days gradually became prosperous.

Just as the wild boar had said, the black stone was truly magical. It generated heat in the winter, making the whole room warm and cozy, and emitted coolness in the summer, making the house exceptionally cool.

Years later, I went into the mountains again, hoping to meet the wild boar and thank it in person. But after searching the entire mountain, I did not find the wild boar. I didn't know if it had died or left.

Decades passed, and just before my death, I specifically instructed my descendants to take good care of the black stone and not to lose it. If possible, they should pass it down as a family heirloom.

That's the end of the story about the Spirit Stone.

Gao Fei was disappointed that the notebook did not record where the wild boar lived.

...

"After reading the contents of the notebook, what are your thoughts?" asked Chen Dazhu.

"Thoughts?" Gao Fei smirked slightly, "Your grandfather was lucky to encounter a compassionate mystical beast."

"Hm?" Chen Dazhu was taken aback, "You mean... you believe what my grandfather wrote?"

"What? You don't believe it?" Gao Fei countered.

Chen Dazhu shook his head, "Not really... How could a wild boar possibly speak human language? That's absolutely impossible!"

"Do you think your grandfather was making up stories? Telling lies?"

"My grandfather's mind became somewhat unclear in his old age. He often had hallucinations. Under such circumstances, writing some bizarre things is understandable."

"Each to their own perception. Just because some things haven't been seen with the naked eye doesn't mean they don't exist." For Gao Fei, the idea of a mystical beast speaking human language was not strange. Of course, not all mystical beasts could speak it; only those that had reached the Profound Realm. Gao Fei pondered for a moment, then asked, "Which mountain is mentioned in the notebook?"

"It's Qingfeng Mountain, not far from my home," said Chen Dazhu.

"Did your grandfather tell you where the wild boar lived?" Gao Fei asked.

Chen Dazhu shook his head, "No, he never mentioned it."

A hint of disappointment flashed across Gao Fei's eyes, "I'll return the notebook to you." He placed the notebook on the table, pushed back his chair, and stood up, "You all take care and live well. I'll be going now." After saying this, Gao Fei turned and left.

Chen Dazhu stood at the doorway, looking at the retreating figure of Gao Fei, his expression complex.

The Chen Family used to be very wealthy, but it was after the death of Chen Dazhu's grandfather that the family started to decline. It all came down to the Chen Family's descendants not being capable, squandering the vast family fortune and even selling off the heirloom. If Chen Dazhu's grandfather had known this, imagine how angry he would have been.

...

Qingfeng Mountain is a two-thousand-meter high mountain, well-known in the region.

According to legend, a demon was suppressed under Qingfeng Mountain. On every full moon night, the demon would awaken and try to push away Qingfeng Mountain, which suppressed it, but it never succeeded. Of course, this is just a legend, with no one knowing whether it's true or not.

But one thing is for certain: the locals regard Qingfeng Mountain as their Guardian God. Every year during festivals, they worship at the foot of the mountain. The locals say that it is thanks to the protection of Qingfeng Mountain that they can live and work in peace and contentment.

Noon.

A figure appeared at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain; this person was Gao Fei.

"So this is Qingfeng Mountain? It does look quite impressive," Gao Fei nodded to himself. After observing for a moment, he followed the stone steps up the mountain. Many years ago, the government funded the construction of a stone stairway along the side of Qingfeng Mountain. Through these stairs, one could reach the summit, built specifically to facilitate tourists' climb.

With strong government promotion, Qingfeng Mountain had become a well-known attraction, with a large number of tourists visiting each year.

As Gao Fei climbed the stone steps, he surveyed the surroundings. Halfway up the mountain, he discovered a hidden cave. The entrance was very concealed, and if not for Gao Fei's clairvoyant eyes, it would have been impossible to find.

The stone steps were more than ten meters away from the cave's entrance. While an ordinary person wouldn't be able to cross the distance, for Gao Fei it was simple. He lightly jumped over the ten-meter gap and easily arrived in front of the cave.