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Amid the brothers' eager anticipation, a melodious chant emerged from Yan Kongyue's lips, and golden light began to glow in her palms. Soon after, three beams of golden light split from her hands and landed on Lin Zhuo's forehead, then on Lin Lang, Lin Qian, and Huo Jingyu's foreheads.
In that moment, it was as if they were connected by a golden web, becoming one entity. A gentle force seeped into their minds, gradually flowing like warm oil from their foreheads down to their faces, jaws, chests, and abdomens. A warm, comfortable sensation enveloped them, relaxing their bodies.
Lin Qian was the first to feel the urge to speak. As he opened his mouth, a language he had never heard before flowed out clearly yet softly. Next was Huo Jingyu, followed by Lin Lang, and finally Lin Zhuo. Although all four were chanting the spirit language, each person's incantation was distinct.
As they chanted, the room filled with brilliant golden light. The brothers felt as though they were floating in a warm ocean; a sense of comfort and ease spread throughout their bodies, as if they had transcended their physical forms and drifted into paradise.
Simultaneously, new knowledge filled their minds—insights into the spirit language and methods of harnessing spiritual power. Each word glimmered in gold as it swirled in their consciousness before combining according to their needs.
Eventually, the golden light began to fade, and they found themselves drenched in sticky sweat.
Heavens! This feels amazing! Lin Qian leaned back against the sofa, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Ugh, you smell terrible! Huo Jingyu nudged Lin Qian aside.
Big Brother, you should smell yourself!
Wait a minute, why is my shirt this color? Lin Zhuo looked down at his once pristine white shirt, now soaked with sweat and stained a grimy gray.
Second Brother, is that a cow print shirt? Yan Kongyue covered her nose and stood at a distance.
This can’t be from washing too hard! Lin Lang had filmed many period dramas and was familiar with such scenarios; yet experiencing it firsthand left him somewhat incredulous.
Well, you could say that. You all should go wash up; it's unbearable! Yan Kongyue could no longer tolerate the odor.
You all go wash up in the guest room on the third floor! There are clothes in the closet. Lin Lang waved his hand and disappeared.
Alright! They were all used to being clean; suddenly being so foul was too much for them to handle.
Feng Xing watched their departing figures with envy but knew he had no choice; his background had sealed his fate in the underworld.
Half an hour later, they returned looking refreshed.
Yan Kongyue, why do I feel like everyone's spirit language is different?
Yeah, how can we understand each other?
You don’t need to understand each other; it’s enough that the divine understands. Just believe that your spirits are capable of anything.
So what should we do?
You don’t need to do anything; your spirit knows what to do. When the time comes, it will guide you.
"Isn't it amazing?"
"Yeah, just look at me and you'll know!" Yan Kongyue seemed to have grasped a bit of the Heavenly Dao's intention. She had traversed many realms, but only in this one could people accept the inheritance of spirits. Perhaps this was her mission.
Suddenly, a series of buzzing vibrations came from the phone. Lin Zhuo picked it up and saw that it was their director, Gu Zhenhua, so he immediately answered the call.
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