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Fingertip pressed into the rough texture of the Black Tortoise Stone, blood coursed along the veins of the Frost Flower. The wailing of the lingering souls in the Spirit Nurturing Pool pierced through my eardrums as I gazed at the reflection of Wang Xuan playing the guqin in the water. The Xuan Bing necklace left faint blue bruises around my throat—last night, when Xuanjade personally tied it for me, his fingertips still held the warmth of Heavenly Wedding Wine.
"Young Mistress, if you hesitate any longer..."
The delicate sound of ice butterflies flapping their wings startled me back a step, my heel crushing the frost crystals scattered on the ground.
Last night, the warm chamber of Xuanbing Palace was clearly filled with Zitan Incense. I had deliberately replaced the silk curtains with double-embroidered cloud patterns from Linghuan Fairy Realm, and even hid freshly refined Spirit-Calming Incense Pills in my makeup box. Yet when Xuanjade pushed open the door, the snow and sleet he brought froze the red candles on the table. His Xuan Colored Collar was tinged with Wang Xuan's familiar Jade Flower scent, and his Ice Blade-like gaze swept over the mandarin duck pillow I had meticulously prepared.
"Honored One, tonight..."
"Xuanjie, how dare you speak on matters that do not concern you?"
He formed a spell with his Fingertip, conjuring silver light from a Teleportation Spell. The jade hairpin in my hair was suddenly knocked to the ground by an overwhelming celestial pressure.
The sound of shattering startled my spirit pet, Snow Ferret, who had been napping behind the screen. As it darted up to the beams in a puff of fur, it collided with Xuanjade, who transformed into Lustreflow and vanished into the sky.
At that moment, the Curse Seal of the spirit illusion technique burned hot in my palm. I bit my tongue and smeared Essence Blood onto my Jade Hairpin. My dark hair entwined with the comb's teeth burned in the frost wind, and from within the ashes rose a phantom of a Snow Phoenix that let out a mournful cry—this should have been a steed that had lost its soul a hundred years ago but was now trapped in the Soul-Settling Bell as its core.
As I was enveloped by teleportation light, hundreds of pale arms suddenly reached out from the bottom of the Spirit Nurturing Pool.
Tattered wedding garments wrapped around bony fingers gripped my ankles, and Wang Xuan's cold laughter mixed with the wails of lingering souls rang particularly clear: "Sister, you even need to rely on external objects for Teleportation spells; no wonder Honored One looks down on you..."
"Shut up!"
I crushed a Spirit-Calming Incense Pill hidden in my sleeve, seizing the moment to shatter my waist Jade Pendant.
The flying eaves of Linghuan Xian Pavilion flickered in and out among the clouds, and the sound waves from its copper bells dispersed the vengeful spirits pursuing me.
A fierce wind swept fine snow into my throat, and I suddenly recalled my wedding day when my mother trembled as she tied the Jade Pendant around my waist.
"The Yuan Yang of Xuanjie Immortal Lord can strengthen your foundation..." She paused while adjusting my phoenix crown; as her gilded armor grazed my neck, it left a faint red mark. "But if you do not receive rain and dew blessings within three days..."
The moonlight sliced through the clouds like a frost blade as I stumbled into the maze surrounding Linghuan Xian Pavilion.
My palm was cut by an ice crystal as Blood Pearl rolled to the ground, transforming into countless tiny Xuanbing blades—just like those used by Xuanjade to pierce my Fingertip that night.
Illusions unfolded before me: behind twelve layers of gauze curtains, Xuanjade was poised to draw eyebrows for Wang Xuan.
The eastern pearl dangling from his Xuanjade Crown was unmistakably an amulet I had personally replaced yesterday.
Wang Xuan's hair held a Jade Flower whose petals still bore traces of blood drawn from my Fingertip used to create protective charms.
"Defective items belong in a junkyard."
Suddenly, Xuanjade in the illusion lifted his gaze; his ink-black pupils reflected my disheveled appearance.
As he transformed his eyebrow pencil into a sword like that of Xuan Bing's thrusting toward me, my jade hairpin erupted with Azure Light—it was a Breaking Spell secretly engraved by my mother.
Fragments of illusion shattered like glass; the bronze door of Linghuan Xian Pavilion slowly opened under moonlight.
Warm Light spilled from between the door's cracks, enveloping me in fragrances of rare flowers and herbs but mingled with a faint hint of blood.
A shadow flashed past Liuli Window at the highest point of the loft; half of a silk curtain billowed in waves as night winds blew through it—the cloud pattern clearly resembled that which I had hung in Xuanbing Palace three days ago.
The moment my Fingertip touched the bronze door handle, an icy chill suddenly emanated from around my neck where the Xuan Bing necklace lay.
The fetal soul churned uneasily in my Dantian, the wails of the three hundred lingering souls from the Spirit Pool climbing up my spine through the bloodline.
I gazed at the intricate Xuanwu carvings on the door ring and suddenly noticed that the beast's eyes were strikingly similar to Xuan Yu's pupils when he was enraged, narrowing to mere pinpricks.
I stumbled and steadied myself against the bronze door ring as icy crystals seeped from the pupils of the Xuanwu carving. The Warm Light of Linghuan Xian Pavilion wrapped around me like a sweet fragrance from nature, blocking the vengeful spirits chasing behind me outside the barrier.
The Xuan Bing necklace around my throat suddenly grew hot, and the fetal soul curled tightly in my Dantian. I looked at my Palm, where an Ice Blade had cut through, revealing small Blood Pearls that wandered along my skin, tracing out a fragmented heart-protecting spell.
"Do you wish to buy Soul-Soothing Incense, miss?"
A half-scaled face peeked out from behind a crystal curtain, and the shark-like shopkeeper's tail fin swept across the Jadeite bricks, causing phosphorescent powder to shimmer with a ghostly blue glow under the glass lamps.
The floating Spirit Essence Pearls on the shelf suddenly turned towards me, reflecting three thousand broken images: in some reflections, Xuan Yu was using a Xuanbing blade to cut my Fingertip while lifting Wang Xuan's chin; in others, my mother’s gilded armor pierced through my nape, transforming into a sky full of Star Seed.
I tightened my grip on the Jade Pendant hidden in my sleeve, feeling the gilded character for "wind" sear into my Palm: "I need a dose of Mind-Clearing Powder."
" Mind-Clearing Powder cannot quell the lingering souls of the Spirit Pool," said the shark-like shopkeeper as his webbed claws suddenly clutched my wrist at a vital point. Dark green liquid seeped from between his scales. "Why not try He Huan Gu? The元陽 of Xuanjie Immortal Lord..."
Suddenly, the Spirit-Calming Incense Pill in my sleeve exploded, and from within the azure mist shot out the binding rope that my mother had secretly given me.
The shark screamed and retreated behind the crystal curtain as Spirit Essence Pearls crashed to the ground from the shelves, each shattered pearl echoing with Wang Xuan's charming laughter.
As I passed through twelve moon gate doors, half of my body was already frozen by the Xuan Bing necklace around my neck.
In the steaming mist above the Spirit Spring Pool floated thirty-six lotus flowers blooming together; on their wings lay sleeping spirit butterflies marked with the emblem of the Xuan family.
I shed my blood-stained wedding gown and sank into the pool's waters; suddenly, an intricately carved dome of Xuanbing Palace appeared on the water's surface—this was during Three Days Ago when I had personally woven a nine-layer cherry blossom pattern using Linghuan Fairy Realm’s cloud-weaving technique for Heavenly Wine ceremony.
The moss at the bottom of the spring suddenly coiled around my ankle as I noticed faint golden celestial patterns emerging on my Wrist.
This was a divine mark bestowed only upon heirs of Linghuan Fairy Realm, yet it flickered uncertainly like a candle in the wind. My mother’s words echoed in my Ear when she tied the Jade Pendant around my waist: "Yao'er remember, Immortal Bone, Wise Heart can break through myriad obstacles..."
The pool water suddenly boiled; I sliced open my Glabella with a finger, and a drop of Essence Blood fell into the spring.
Countless Golden Incantations surged forth from my bloodline, weaving into a star map within the mist.
At that moment when the third Tian Xuan Star lit up, a familiar sword cry resonated from beneath—the sound of my life spirit sword Shattered Moon that had fallen in A Hundred Years Ago during an evil-extermination formation.
As my Fingertip touched its hilt, resentment from the Spirit Pool erupted explosively in my Dantian.
Three hundred lingering souls clung to me through bloodlines, tearing apart Xuan Yu’s cold Brows and Eyes within my consciousness.
The ink drop that fell when he was painting Wang Xuan's brows transformed into a Xuanbing blade aimed at striking at the star map's nexus.
"Break!"
The light of Shattered Moon cleaved through the fog of consciousness; wherever its sword energy swept across, lingering souls wailed and transformed into azure smoke.
A half bronze mirror floated up from beneath; it reflected my face pale as snow—my left eye's pupil glimmered with Xuan Bing’s unique frost blue color, identical to how it had shrunk last night when Xuan Yu knocked down my jade hairpin.
The spirit spring suddenly froze over as Shattered Moon emitted a mournful cry.
I hurriedly grabbed a plain gauze shawl from beside me but found tiny Xuanbing Spells writhing within its golden cloud patterns—those Restrictions that should have been refined by me Three Days Ago were now crawling up my forearm and gnawing spiderweb-like cracks into Immortal Bone, Wise Heart's golden patterns.
The clear sound of the chime suddenly echoed from the highest point of the attic, and I followed the trembling path of the sound up the cloud ladder. With each step on the nine hundred ninety-nine stairs, a new layer of Xuanbing Chain formed at my Dantian—this was the primordial power of Xuanjie that Xuan Yu had infused into me on the night of our wedding, now violently colliding with Ling Huan Xian Yun.
As the moon-white curtain brushed against my cheek, I caught sight of the thousands of Soul Lanterns hanging from the Liuli Dome. Among them, one Lantern Wick trapped a Snow Phoenix Shadow; with each struggle it made, cracks appeared in the jade hairpin in my hair. This Guardian Hairpin had been forged by Mother using half her cultivation, and now it was wrestling with the Cold Air of the Xuanbing Necklace.
"What does it feel like to have your Remaining Soul devour its master?"
Wang Xuan's voice suddenly seeped from the Soul Lantern. Her Jade Flower pierced through the glass dome, and its petals fell onto my hand, transforming into Ice Needles. I crushed the Jade Pendant at my waist; the protective aura passed down from the Feng Family shook Shattered Ice needles, yet they reflected a horrifying scene on the glass floor—the Yunling Pool of Xuanbing Palace was devouring my Immortal Bone, and the bones floating at the bottom bore faces eerily similar to mine.
The Shattered Moon Sword suddenly unsheathed itself, its blade flinging a Soul Lantern towards the dome. As the Snow Phoenix Shadow broke through Zhi Guo, I saw its left wing's tattered feathers—the wound that had been broken a hundred years ago to protect me was now entwined with Xuan Yu's Mysterious Spirit Energy.
My fingertip brushed over a crack in the Sword Body as I wiped my last three drops of Essence Blood onto the Star Map Array. The Linghuan Xian Pavilion trembled violently; Mother's Divine Consciousness etched into my Jade Pendant manifested in mid-air. Her fragmented voice mixed with the sounds of collapse: "Yao Er, run... Xuanjie is devouring the lifeblood of Linghuan Celestial Realm..."
Outside, Snow Phoenix's piercing cry echoed as I stumbled towards the intricately carved window frame. Beneath the sea of clouds, the Guardian Mountain Formation of Linghuan Fairy Realm glowed ominously red, and on the Liuli Tile of Seventy-Two Peak Lord Palace crawled Xuanbing Patterns—those Web Patterns were disturbingly similar to Xuan Yu's Dark Patterns.
A sudden burning pain shot through my palm as the Contract Seal of Yunling Pool shone like a branding iron. I watched as my Immortal Bone, Wise Heart was gradually consumed by Xuan Bing and drove the Shattered Moon Sword deep into my left shoulder blade.
The intense pain cleared my Divine Consciousness in an instant; from where the sword pierced emerged an Ice Blue Blood Pearl that crystallized into a Hexagram in mid-air—Kan Shang Li Xia, an omen of Weiji.
When the last trace of Ling Huan Xian Yun seeped into my meridians, I suddenly heard an infant's cry coming from within a Soul Lantern Fragment. The Xuanbing Necklace around my neck shattered in response, and the wails of Three Hundred Remnant Souls transformed into Han Feng, sweeping away all chaos.
The Snow Phoenix Shadow dove down; its damaged wings brushed past Glabella, and for a moment I glimpsed scenes from A Hundred Years Ago during Spring Festival in Linghuan Celestial Realm—the dome of Linghuan Xian Pavilion had not yet imprisoned Soul Lanterns within Xuan Tie Lian, and Mother would not deliberately avoid touching my Mingmen when she combed my hair.
Amidst the roaring collapse of the attic, I clutched half a blood-stained Jade Pendant and fell into the Teleportation Array. Outside the rift torn open by Snow Phoenix's burning essence, droplets of Crimson Dew fell from Xuanbing Palace's eaves. As the blinding light of the array engulfed my vision, my fingertip suddenly touched warm liquid—I realized that at some point, I had bitten my lower lip until it bled profusely.
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