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The mist of the early morning had yet to dissipate as I knelt beside the Xuanjade couch, staring intently at the curling blue smoke rising from the spirit stove. The fragment of Malachite I had brought back from the Linghuan Xian Pavilion was burning hot in my sleeve pocket, the phantom of the half piece of Hehuan Spirit Jade lingering in my consciousness.
"Young Mistress, the Master has awakened." The voice of the silver-bell fairy made my fingertips tremble, nearly causing me to spill the Spirit Illusion Elixir onto the delicate silk handkerchief.
Through the twelve layers of flowing cloud gauze, I caught sight of his silhouette leaning against the Azure Jade Pillow. His long black hair was entwined with lingering dark spiritual energy, resembling a python ready to crush its prey at any moment.
"Husband, please try the Spirit Mushroom Brew." I held out an emerald cup while kneeling on the footrest, the sound of the Azure Porcelain Spoon clinking against the bowl's rim ringing sharply in the air. The snow-white mushroom cap enveloped with Immortal Dew had been nurtured this morning with three drops of heart's blood, now reflecting his suddenly opened eyes—those eyes that always held a hint of Frost and Snow, now swirling with dark purple thunderclouds.
He suddenly grasped my wrist, causing the Spirit Mushroom Brew to spill onto his Xuan-colored night robe, leaving dark stains. "The daughter of Linghuan Xianmen, when did you learn to season with Soul Lock Grass?" As his voice brushed past my earlobe, I caught a whiff of Hehuan fragrance lingering between his lips and teeth, mixing with the heat radiating from the Avoidance Pearl my mother had given me.
Cold sweat soaked through my inner garments as I feigned a slight gasp from being scalded, subtly nudging the Malachite fragment beneath his pillow. The blood-stained Spirit Jade I had seen in the Spirit Illusion Pearl last night bore edges that matched perfectly with the Jade Pendant my mother wore years ago.
"This humble one merely wishes to..." I bit my lip and reached for the loosened Spirit Resonance Knot at his waist, deliberately brushing against the cool black iron belt. Memories surged forth suddenly—twenty years ago, there were similar dark patterns on the black iron sword that Wang Xuan stood upon.
Xuanjade suddenly gripped my nape, and the sweet scent of Spirit Illusion Elixir mixed with the chilling aura burst in my nostrils. As his fingertip grazed over the golden patterns on my collarbone, an old scar burned sharply from last night's barrier injury, as if countless silver needles were drilling into my heart along my veins.
"Do you wish to repair the Star Track Compass?" His low chuckle sent vibrations through my ear pressed against his chest, making it tingle. "Or perhaps..." His unfinished sentence was abruptly cut off by a cry from a dark bird outside. The crimson gold patterns on its tail feathers mirrored those on Wang Xuan's dress from years past.
Seizing the opportunity, I slipped a spirit spring cup containing my mother's Fate Fragment into his palm, my own reddened eyes reflected in its glassy surface. "This humble one has merely heard that Immortal Ancestor enjoys seeing newlyweds share spirit spring." The golden pattern around my wrist tightened suddenly, squeezing Blood Pearl drops into the cup, exactly like what had appeared in last night's jade slip.
Xuanjade's pupils suddenly constricted like colons, and an aura of dark energy transformed into stone chains pinning me against the Decorated Gold Bedpost. His fingertip coated with spirit spring pressed heavily against my bleeding lips; just as it was about to touch Fate Fragment, a thunderous crash from outside announced that Xuanjie’s barrier had shattered.
"The Young Sect Master’s rouge from last night has stained your collar." I tilted my head back and swallowed down spirit spring mixed with blood while gazing at him with a light laugh that mirrored the hue of Hehuan Spirit Jade.
His grip on me loosened unexpectedly as I noticed that the dark bird totem left by Wang Xuan on the palace beam was being quietly devoured by spreading Malachite patterns. As the dark spiritual chains crushed away the last remnants of morning mist, my lower back collided against a jade brick carved with dark bird motifs.
Xuanjade's fingertip pressed against my carotid artery; his gilded armor scraped against golden patterns on my collarbone, creating tiny sparks. The Malachite fragment from Linghuan Xian Pavilion emitted a barely perceptible hum beneath his pillow while those azure glows consuming dark bird patterns began to creep up into my skirt.
"What is Young Sect Master whining about..." I turned away from his breath scented with Hehuan fragrance as fragments of the Star Track Compass in my side pouch suddenly grew hot.
The half piece of Jade Pendant that my mother pressed into my hand before parting was trembling in the sea of consciousness, resonating with the shattered life sword of Wang Xuan from years past.
Suddenly, he pressed his knee against my retreating ankle, the Flood Dragon Pearl embedded in his dark iron belt reflecting the Rouge staining my sleeve—a shade of blue akin to Malachite, unmistakably the millennia-old mineral essence I had encountered in the secret passage of Linghuan Xian Pavilion.
"Repairing the Star Compass requires thirty-three Xuantian Crystal s." His icy breath brushed against my burning ear, stirring the blood-stained memories I had glimpsed in the Spirit Pearl last night.
The fragments of the spirit core that exploded when Wang Xuan fell twenty years ago were now tearing at each other within my Dantian, entangled with my mother’s Fate Fragment. I pretended to tremble as if his words had struck a chord, subtly hooking my fingertip onto the inner side of his waist sash, where the Xuan Bing silk lay.
The golden threads entwined with the silk were identical to the Immortal-Binding Rope my mother had used to seal away evil spirits. "The celestial gate's spiritual veins cannot wait..." My voice trailed off into a choked whisper as I buried my face into his Lapels embroidered with dark bird patterns.
Xuan Yu suddenly pinched my chin and sneered, his palm igniting with spirit flames that curled my Lashfeather: "Why not simply cut open your Dantian and let me see how much of the Spirit Realm's schemes you harbor inside?" As his fingertip grazed my collarbone, the dark bird blood I had stained last night at Linghuan Xian Pavilion boiled suddenly, scorching my skin with patterns reminiscent of Wang Xuan’s Crimson Gold markings from years ago.
Seizing the moment when his pupils constricted, I wrapped my arms around his waist and let the edge of the spirit spring lamp hidden in my sleeve cut into his palm. The liquid mixed with golden-threaded Blood Pearl seeped into his Xuan color brocade robe, staining it with a hexagram resembling that of the Star Compass. "Since you know I have a request..." I said, licking the condensation on his throat from Chen Lu, "why not indulge me this once?"
Suddenly, a surge of spiritual energy erupted, and I was thrown onto a jade mat covered in hehua petals.
Xuan Yu stood outside the triple gauze curtain, adjusting his Lapels while his fingertip brushed heavily over the spot I had just touched: "The foul air of the Spirit Realm makes me nauseous."
As the gauze curtain fell, I caught a glimpse of the dark bird birthmark on the back of his neck being devoured by Malachite patterns. The Spirit Pearl in my sleeve reflected his retreating figure; as his robes fluttered, that shade of red matching my lipstick perfectly overlapped with Wang Xuan's handprint left on the beam.
Curled up in the brocade quilt still warm from his body heat, I crushed a shard of spirit mushroom brew containing my mother's lingering soul.
When Liuli Residue cut through my fingertip, a phantom image of the Star Compass appeared within the Blood Pearl—a fragmented hexagram marked by Wang Xuan's fall was completely aligned with the dark bird aura that Xuan Yu had deliberately obscured this morning using incense.
A rumble echoed from outside the Window Lattice as Xuanjie’s barrier collapsed for a second time. I applied Malachite powder to the red marks on my neck while gazing into a bronze mirror.
Reflected in it was a dark bird totem on the beam, now devoured into unique vine patterns of the Spirit Realm, while Rouge soaking through Xuan Yu's collar began to rise in mist resembling that which came from my mother's Fate Token in the morning light.
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