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However, doing so would surely provoke the lingering soul, and it might seek revenge once it emerged. Cheng Yufeng's eyes flickered, and he quickly added, "One more thing: once you come out, you cannot harm us."
Cheng Hai nodded repeatedly, praising Cheng Yufeng for his thorough thinking. These words seemed to have angered the lingering soul. After a violent ripple in the mirror, the soul gritted its teeth and responded, "Then so be it. I swear to heaven and earth that once I emerge, I will present what just appeared in the mirror, and I will not personally harm you."
"Is that satisfactory for you?"
A thunderclap echoed through the heavens, signifying that the oath was established. A faint smile appeared on Cheng Hai's face. He was indeed cautious. If this lingering soul had agreed too easily, he would have doubted the truth of its words. However, seeing it grit its teeth in agreement and being forced to swear an oath made this matter seem foolproof.
Heaven truly favored the Cheng family, allowing them to find a way to restore their former glory even in times of crisis. No, it was not merely about restoring glory; it was about elevating the Cheng family to new heights.
Cheng Yufeng's eyes burned with excitement. If he had known this would happen, why would he have gone to such lengths to seek Elder Zhao? All his efforts paled in comparison to these few simple threats.
"What do we need to do to release you?"
The lingering soul fell silent for a moment before cracking a wide grin and laughing maniacally. "Hahaha! Of course, your lives will pave my way out!"
"What?" Cheng Yufeng was taken aback. Just as he wanted to remind it of the consequences of breaking the oath, he saw a streak of spiritual light flying towards him. In a panic, he dodged aside, only to witness a large pit blown into the wall behind him.
"Father, have you lost your mind?"
Cheng Hai gritted his teeth, his face flushed crimson as dark energy swirled around him. Even though he focused all his energy to control his body, it only delayed the inevitable for a moment. The next second, a sharp attack shot from his palm.
"Get back!" he shouted urgently.
Cheng Yuling was not as fortunate as his elder brother. He was untrained and had relied on the prestige of the Cheng family all his life; he had never truly practiced cultivation. His attempt to sidestep came a moment too late, and he felt a sharp pain as the spiritual light severed his entire arm.
Cheng Yuling fell to the ground, clutching the gushing wound, crying out in agony.
"Big Brother, save me!"
Cheng Hai's eyes turned bloodshot with rage. "You monster, I will kill you to avenge my son!"
The phantom in the mirror laughed heartily. "You can't even control yourself, yet you think you can kill me? How naive! Today, I will make you taste the pain of killing your own child!"
Cheng Hai hesitated for a moment but ultimately closed his eyes and unleashed an attack.
In the pool of blood, Cheng Yuling cried out in despair, but the attack was too swift and powerful. Cheng Yufeng could only watch helplessly as his brother's heart and lungs were shattered, his breath extinguished.
Tears filled his eyes as he seized the moment to flee. If he didn't leave now, he would be the next to die.
Cheng Hai shouted in despair, tears streaming down his face. "I will kill you, you monster!"
"You killed your own child," the phantom taunted. "Look at that expression on his face when he died—so incredulous."
Cheng Hai cried out in pain, "Why are you doing this to us? Is it just because we threatened you?"
The phantom sneered coldly. "A few insignificant pests dare to flaunt their power before me? If I could get out, I would have killed all of you long ago! But you're foolish enough to establish a blood pact with me; the more blood you offer, the deeper our connection becomes. If you hadn't willingly given your blood, I wouldn't even be able to watch this spectacle."
Cheng Hai felt despair wash over him; all of this was a calamity of his own making. The old man's warnings were right—there were dangers lurking here—but he had been too weak-willed to heed them.
"You want a blood sacrifice? You want to be released? I refuse to grant your wish!"
Taking advantage of the phantom's momentary lapse, he raised his hand and tightly grasped his own throat. However, before he could exert any force, the phantom regained control over him.
"Your life is mine now; if you want to die, it won't be that easy. Now, kill Cheng Yufeng."
It didn't matter whether Cheng Yufeng was used as a sacrifice; what mattered was that there could be no loose ends left behind.
Cheng Hai gritted his teeth and fought with all his strength against the command, but his body still obeyed the phantom's orders and flew outward. He swept past the eaves and finally landed in front of Cheng Yufeng, blocking his path.
Tears welled up in Cheng Yufeng's eyes. "Father, are you trying to stop me?"
"Yufeng, I'm sorry," Cheng Hai said sorrowfully. "I am powerless; not only have I harmed Yuling, but now..."
At the mention of Cheng Yuling's name, a flash of pain crossed Cheng Yufeng's eyes as he looked down at his brother lying before him. But beyond the heartache was a resolute determination.
He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a dagger.
As Cheng Hai lunged forward, he sidestepped and plunged the dagger deep into Cheng Hai's abdomen.
Cheng Hai stared in disbelief, but there was also a hint of relief in his gaze as he looked at Cheng Yufeng.
His death could be seen as a form of atonement for Yuling. Cheng Yufeng couldn't bear to meet his gaze, gripping the dagger tightly as he stabbed down repeatedly with a fierce intensity.
"Father, please don’t blame me. I had no choice."
As he continued to stab, tears streamed down his face. Cheng Hai's body stiffened, his legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground.
Cheng Yufeng could no longer hold back; he threw himself onto his father’s body and cried out in anguish.
"Father, please don’t blame me! I truly had no choice!"
Cheng Hai's lips moved with great effort as he struggled to speak. "Feng'er, don’t be afraid. Father doesn’t blame you; it’s my own fault..."
Before he could finish, his head tilted, and his breath ceased completely.
Cheng Yufeng was engulfed in pain.
A mirror floated into the air, and countless dark tendrils surged forth from it, wrapping around Cheng Hai entirely.
Cheng Yufeng rushed in front of Cheng Hai, desperately waving his hands to drive the dark forces away. But the malevolent energy was chillingly cold; upon contact, it sent a shiver down his spine. Startled, Cheng Yufeng quickly stepped back.
In just a few seconds, all that remained where Cheng Hai had lain was a bloody skeleton.
Cheng Yufeng's eyes trembled in disbelief.
"You vile cultivator who feasts on flesh! I will find someone to deal with you—just wait!"
Now that Cheng Hai was dead, this person could no longer control him or stop him. He would seek out the Xiaoyao Sect to avenge his father!
But just as he took two steps forward, two dark tendrils shot out from the mirror, gripping his ankles tightly and pulling him back.
Cheng Yufeng was filled with terror; he struggled desperately but could only watch helplessly as the door grew further away.
An inexplicable force suddenly constricted around his throat, lifting him off the ground.
He saw a vague shadow emerge from the mirror and approach him.
Moments later, the shadow smiled.
"This body of yours is quite nice; how about you give it to me?"
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