461: Chapter 461 People Fight for Their Pride

Two-minute countdown?

The bathroom fell silent instantly.

Upon hearing this conversation, the group of security guards realized that this was a situation they were neither qualified nor capable of getting involved in, so they quietly retreated.

The security captain, who had been scared so badly he wet his pants, also scrambled away.

In the large bathroom, only Han Jingyang and Liu Jing remained.

Liu Jing stared blankly at the mirror above the sink.

Han Jingyang, meanwhile, clutched the walkie-talkie and fell into deep thought.

A choice? No! He would not accept this kind of coerced choice.

Not now! And not in the future!

A person fights for their spirit, just as a Buddha fights for a stick of incense.

This "breath" is not just the air one breathes; it is spirit, ambition, and courage.

A person's style of doing things is not formed overnight, but accumulates gradually through one small matter after another.

When compromise becomes a habit, the first thing this person thinks of when encountering any issue is to compromise; thus, it becomes difficult to achieve anything great.

This breath held deep in one's heart may seem insignificant, but it is actually the very thing that can truly change one's destiny—more important than any feng shui or influential mentor.

Without this spirit, no matter how good the feng shui or how noble the benefactor, it is difficult to accomplish great things.

People often say that students have their rough edges smoothed out after entering society, but in reality, it is far more than just smoothing edges; it is the loss of that spirit. Most people lose that spirit without even realizing it, and only a very few can carefully protect that spirit and forge ahead.

Han Jingyang was the same.

He could accept failure, but he would absolutely never compromise easily.

If he were willing to compromise, he wouldn't have fought He Dingkun, Zhang Dahai, and Yang Zhixiao to the end.

Compromise is far easier than resistance.

No compromise! No accepting coercion! No matter who the enemy is!

Even if there is truly no way out, one must harbor the ambition of sleeping on brushwood and tasting gall to seek a comeback!

At this moment, the young man's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Boss Han, there is one minute left. What are you still hesitating about? There is no need for us to fight to the death; we could even be friends. After this matter passes, we can drink, chat, and roam the world together. Isn't that much more comfortable than fighting to the death like this?"

Han Jingyang did not respond.

He was thinking about a way to break the so-called Magic Mirror World.

According to what the other party said, the so-called Magic Mirror World is also a dharma instrument.

But the main body of this dharma instrument could absolutely not be this mirror above the bathroom sink.

In other words, the main body of the mirror is not in the bathroom; it is just using some method to turn this mirror in the bathroom into a passage for the Magic Mirror World!

Yes! It must be like this.

Just now, the security captain said he was being directed by the manager through the walkie-talkie, and that the manager was in the manager's office. Yet, the next second, the person speaking on the walkie-talkie became this young man. In other words, the young man is also in the manager's office?

If that is the case, the main body of the so-called Magic Mirror World should also be in the office.

A cultivator would not place their most relied-upon dharma instrument out of their sight; the vast majority carry them with them. Some extreme individuals even find ways to fuse the dharma instrument with their own bodies, just to ensure the dharma instrument is not easily lost.

In other words, finding the manager's office gives one a chance to seize this magical treasure. Getting the treasure means being able to control it, and controlling the treasure means being able to save Liu Jing.

However, time does not permit it. One minute. No, there is not even a minute left, and it is not certain that I can find the manager's office. Therefore, I must use extreme measures.

Han Jingyang sighed. He would have to pay a heavy price.

He didn't even know if the bronze tripod was actually in the hands of the Japanese invaders yet, but he had to invest so much cost upfront. If he ended up finding nothing, or if he found the bronze tripod but the attributes revealed were garbage, he would suffer a huge loss.

But things had reached this point; he could not hesitate any longer.

Han Jingyang touched Liu Jing's smooth, jade-like face, pulled the Bronze Four Divine Beasts Mirror—which he had used just this morning—from his chest, wiped it off, and began to perform the ritual with a solemn expression.

At this moment, the young man's voice came through the walkie-talkie, slightly panicked: "Han Jingyang, what are you trying to do?"

What am I doing? I'm going to kill you!

Han Jingyang did not answer, continuing to perform the Yu Step, pinch finger seals, and chant spells.

The young man's voice on the walkie-talkie became more urgent: "Han Jingyang, don't do anything rash! I can turn your girlfriend into a vegetable with the flick of a finger!"

You have no chance left! Four Symbols Seal!

The moment the skill was activated, the two-story service building fell silent instantly, and a drop of water falling from the faucet hung suspended in mid-air. It had entered time-stop mode.

Han Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief, hoisted Liu Jing up, and left the bathroom.

At the bathroom entrance, several security guards retreated dozens of steps, clearly extremely terrified.

Han Jingyang snorted coldly: "Where is the manager's office?"

No one answered.

"Hmm?" He let out a deep nasal sound, the tone rising, full of pressure. A cold aura instantly overwhelmed the entire scene, and the air almost froze.

The security guards and the few onlookers subconsciously lowered their heads and held their breath, fearing they would attract Han Jingyang's attention.

One security guard, unable to bear this invisible pressure, threw down his shield and pointed tremblingly at a window on the second floor: "Go up the middle staircase and turn left; it's the second door..."

Only after Han Jingyang carried Liu Jing into the building did the security guards and onlookers collectively exhale. Looking at each other, they realized they were all drenched in sweat, and a single feeling rose in their hearts—terror!

The second floor. At the entrance to the manager's office. Han Jingyang pushed twice but couldn't open it, so he raised his leg and delivered a front kick. "Bang!" The solid wood door shattered with a crash.

Pushing the door open and entering, he saw two people.

One was a fifty-something bald fat man wearing a uniform, clearly the service area manager.

The other was a young man in his early twenties with a face like white jade and handsome features. He had long, black hair that was smoothly tied behind his head. He had a lean build and was wearing a linen T-shirt and trousers, both very loose. On his feet were a pair of black-faced, white-edged cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles; he looked ethereal, like an immortal, with an excellent temperament.

Furthermore, the Qi within his body was upright and peaceful, but the aura above his head was not as clean; he had clearly done quite a few unclean things. Although it could not be considered deeply sinful, he was not without significant involvement.

Hmph! Han Jingyang snorted coldly and unceremoniously reached out, finding a mirror on the long-haired man's chest.

This was a glass mirror, the size of an infant's palm, but the craftsmanship was clearly very old. The clarity of the mirror surface was average, and it was even somewhat mottled.

The frame was made of little-leaf red sandalwood, and the carving was very delicate, but there was nothing strange about it; it was just traditional intertwined lotus patterns.

However, this mirror was truly quite old. If the frame was original, judging by the patina, it had at least two hundred years of history; it was an item from the mid-Qing Dynasty.

For such a fragile object to be preserved from the mid-Qing Dynasty to the present day was quite rare.

Of course, this thing was not valuable. After all, it didn't have much significant value; only the little-leaf red sandalwood frame was worth some money.

However, this was a dharma instrument.

"Ding: Identifiable item discovered. Would you like to identify it?" "Yes/No." Identify.

"Name: Qing Jiaqing Small Round Mirror." "Grade: Level 4." "Attribute: Illusion +12." "Skills: World in the Mirror, Myriad Reflections."

Good stuff! Han Jingyang was delighted.

He then tried to control this mirror and soon discovered Liu Jing's primordial spirit within it.

With a thought, he released Liu Jing's primordial spirit.

The next second, Liu Jing, whom he had carried up, shook her head: "Why am I here?"

"I carried you up."

"Oh, I remember now. I fell into a trap."

"Check yourself first and see if there are any abnormalities in your body or spirit."

"Everything is normal," Liu Jing said, only then noticing the two people in the room: "Why are they not moving? Is, is that the spell you used this morning?"

"Yes," Han Jingyang nodded: "I am going to dispel the spell. Get ready and don't say anything rash."

"Okay."

Dispel the seal. The Four Symbols phantom dissipated. The entire service building exited the time-stop effect and returned to normal. The water droplets fell. The clocks continued to tick.

The long-haired man immediately reached for his chest, his expression changed, and his gaze landed on the mirror in Han Jingyang's hand. He screamed: "Give it back to me!"

"Do you think that's possible?"

"You dare to rob me? Do you know who I am?"