Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation Chapter 569: Special Item

Kyrian had never been good at comforting people. In fact, he had never even learned how to do so throughout his short life.

Words of comfort, empty promises, or carefully chosen phrases meant to ease someone’s heart were simply not part of his repertoire.

So when Gao Ziyue revealed the burden she had carried for so many years, the Heart Demon that imprisoned her, the guilt that consumed her, and the pain that prevented her from moving forward. He did not try to say that everything would be alright.

He made no empty promises about miraculous solutions or quick cures. Nor did he try to minimize her pain with phrases like "it could be worse" or "you’re strong enough to overcome this."

Kyrian knew that words like those, no matter how well-intentioned, often sounded like contempt for the depth of another person’s suffering.

Instead, he simply listened. Understood. And accepted those feelings as part of who she was. To Kyrian, that was already enough. He did not need to fix what was broken, nor did he need to offer solutions or answers.

His silent presence, his unwavering attention, and his understanding without judgment, all of it spoke louder than any speech ever could.

Curiously... for Gao Ziyue, it was enough as well.

She remained silent for a long while, delicately holding the crystal wine glass between her fingers, feeling the coolness of the glass against her skin.

The Celestial Lirium Wine reflected tiny golden glimmers beneath the soft light of the room’s lanterns, creating dancing patterns that seemed to possess a life of their own.

Her mind continued revisiting everything she had just said, each word echoing through her thoughts like stones thrown into a tranquil lake.

For the first time in decades, she had told someone about her Heart Demon. Not the elders of the Sky Family, who would have certainly advised her to "move on" or "forget" the past.

Nor an old friend, who might have reacted with pity or awkwardness.

Much less a trusted subordinate, who might have seen such a revelation as a weakness to exploit.

But rather to a young man of only sixteen whom she had barely known, a stranger who had entered her life like a breath of fresh air into a room that had been sealed for far too long.

And the strangest part...

Was that she did not regret it in the slightest.

Kyrian had shown no pity. He had not seemed frightened or uncomfortable by her confession. Nor had he looked at her as though she were someone broken, a damaged soul in need of repair. He simply... understood.

Not through words, nor through exaggerated gestures, but through his presence, through the way his violet eyes remained fixed on her without the slightest hint of judgment.

It was a new feeling.

A comforting one.

She raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip, the warm, smooth liquid sliding down her throat. The wine spread a pleasant warmth throughout her body, a comfort that reached far beyond the physical. An almost imperceptible smile appeared on her lips, a smile meant only for herself.

’Perhaps,’ she thought silently.

Perhaps she had truly found someone before whom she could simply be Gao Ziyue. Not the Heir of the Heavens, not the greatest talent the Sky Family had produced in generations, not the bearer of a legendary Celestial Physique.

Just... herself. A girl carrying her own burdens, her own pain, and her own hopes.

The silence continued between them, stretching like an invisible thread that connected the two. But unlike so many other silences Gao Ziyue had experienced throughout her life—awkward silences at banquets, tense silences during family meetings, empty silences in conversations with strangers, this one was not uncomfortable in the slightest.

It did not weigh upon them like an unfulfilled obligation. It was simply... comfortable. A shared space where words were unnecessary, where each other’s presence was enough.

Beyond the enormous wall of spiritual glass, the auction continued as usual, completely unaware of the intimate moment unfolding in the room above.

The refined voice of the auctioneer echoed through the amplification formations, reaching the room as nothing more than a pleasant sound in the background, a distant melody that demanded no attention.

One treasure after another began appearing on the stage, each one stirring the crowd’s interest. High-grade pills with gleaming surfaces and spiral patterns that signified exceptional purity.

Rare spiritual ores extracted from the depths of sacred mountains, shining with a light of their own. Ancient cultivation techniques were preserved within golden silk scrolls that promised to unlock new paths to power.

Weapons refined by master blacksmiths, their blades capturing the light and reflecting it in hypnotic patterns.

Each item stirred a small wave of excitement throughout the audience before being sold for tens or hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

Fortunes were spent in mere moments, and the buyers’ faces ranged from quiet satisfaction to barely restrained excitement.

Kyrian watched everything calmly, his violet eyes examining each item with an appraising gaze. Some of the objects truly were impressive; he could sense the quality of the energy emanating from them, the care with which they had been crafted.

Others were simply... expensive, possessing more appearance than substance.

None of them, however, seemed useful for his current situation. The cultivation techniques were interesting, but he already possessed an established cultivation path.

The pills were valuable, but he himself was an alchemist capable of refining them. The weapons were impressive, but he was still learning to forge his own.

So he merely watched while slowly swirling the wine glass between his fingers, savoring the wine’s complex flavor and the silent companionship beside him.

Time passed, the minutes turning into an hour, and yet neither of them felt any urgency. Several more items were sold, each accompanied by its own drama and story.

Then the woman in charge of the auction smiled faintly, a smile suggesting that something special was about to happen. Unlike the previous items, she personally received a small box carried by two beautiful attendants dressed in white, whose movements were perfectly synchronized and graceful.

The care with which she held the object immediately aroused the crowd’s curiosity. Silence spread through the hall like a wave, replacing the constant murmur that had filled the air.

She slowly opened the box with a reverence that reflected her respect for its contents. Inside was a small pouch made of black leather, so dark that it seemed to swallow the surrounding light.

At first glance, it appeared extremely simple, almost ordinary, something any traveler might carry. Yet any cultivator with even the slightest experience could sense the stability of the spiritual Qi emanating from it, a steady and powerful vibration that revealed it to be a high-level artifact.

The woman raised the pouch so everyone could see it, her movements slow and theatrical.