Heaven-Piercing Divine Eyes

A strict ancestral rule: any wealth you gain must be given away within ten days, or all your power will vanish. Zhan Fei, a high school senior, possesses the long-lost spiritual root known as the Divine Eye. His second uncle leads him into the world of stone gambling. At the first level, he can discern the outer layers of a stone; at the middle level, he can detect jade veins; at the highest level, he can see into people's hearts. Every advance requires him to follow the ancient precept of clear-sighted chivalry: use your eyes to identify treasures, and your wealth to help those in need. On the northern Myanmar border, he meets Xue Ruofeng, a young heiress on the run. An heir to a jade family, she can identify mineral veins but struggles to read people's hearts. From testing one another to trusting each other with their lives, they join forces to expose stone-gambling scams, family conspiracies, and the industry's dark secrets. When faced with the priceless Red Spirit Pearl, which could break the ancestral vow, Zhan Fei chooses to seal it away. “If your chivalrous spirit needs an external object to sustain it, then it isn't true chivalry.” From underground casinos to international appraisal stages, from the mines of Yunnan and Myanmar to the urban business world. Over the course of ten years, he establishes the True Appraisal Pavilion and sets its rules: no more than three appraisals a month, take only thirty percent of the profits, and put the remaining seventy percent toward charity. As AI appraisals rise and livestream shopping takes over, he holds fast to one final truth: machines cannot judge the good and evil in people's hearts. This is the story of a modern knight's coming of age. The eyes that see through things have never been looking at stones, but at greed, anger, delusion, arrogance, and doubt. And what is cast away has never been money, but the burdens in one's heart. When the Divine Eye is mastered, there is no longer any thought of gambling in the stones, nor any greed in the dice. One sees only the calm rise and fall of everyday life. Only then does one understand that the heart that truly needs appraisal has always been one's own.