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The morning mist was suddenly shattered as the Golden Red Magic Light collided violently with Shan Na's wheelchair against the Crystal Rose Relief and Obsidian Pillar.
Edmund gripped the Liuli Fragments in his palm, blood pearls oozing from his hand, yet he felt no pain.
He saw guards sprawled on the ground, their armor crawling with glowing moss. The unextinguished Magic Flame beneath the pot licked at a half piece of Gui Jiao, while his sister in her swaddling was propped up, her little bottom wiggling as she reached for a spoon.
"Luna!"
The Dark Injury left by the Magic Backlash exploded in pain along his spine, causing the young mage to stagger towards the bubbling pot.
The baby's small hand, sticky with Herbal Juice, suddenly grasped his trembling fingertip. The emerald color of Luna reflected his robe's charred black hole as she said, "The pot is for drinking soup."
Edmund's spell caught in his throat as he noticed Luna's ear emerging with a Laurel Leaf Magic Pattern—an unexpected healing mark that should never have appeared after last night's Sacrificial Array backlash.
Deep within the pot, thick soup shimmered with a mother-of-pearl sheen, and amidst the floating turtle shell, scales of a Magic Circuit could be faintly seen.
"Ling Gui fell from Father's Study window last night," Luna said, gnawing on the turtle shell with her milk tooth, gesturing vaguely. "It chased a butterfly and bumped into the pot, and then it turned into golden soup."
A crisp sound of crystal chandeliers crashing to the ground echoed from the East Tower, and Edmund quickly scooped up his sister and stepped back three paces.
His damaged Magic Veins suddenly surged to life, like a riverbed parched for a hundred years welcoming spring floods—and it all began with that half spoonful of soup he had just brought to his lips.
"Young Master?" Qin Si rushed into the courtyard, nearly knocking over the pot as she held her skirt. The ice crystals at her hair tips were melting into stardust. "Madam wants you... Oh my goodness, this soup!"
The jade soup spoon slipped from Edmund's fingers, splattering soup that bloomed into ice blue Mo Flowers on Qin Si's skirt.
The maid gasped in horror as tender green vines sprouted from her hair, while her skin, burned black by magic the night before, healed at an observable rate.
A flurry of footsteps accompanied by Magical Fluctuation swept through the Emerald Corridor.
Leonard's black robe was still stained with Scale Powder, and as he caught sight of the patterns left in the clay pot, his pupils suddenly narrowed into slits. "The Guardian Spirit Turtle of North Ice Lake?"
"Father should drink too!" Luna suddenly hurled a spoon at Leonard, the fragments of the turtle shell tracing an intricate path through the air.
Instinctively, Leonard raised a Defensive Barrier, but the spoon pierced through the shield and landed precisely in his sleeve, hot soup seeping into the wound inflicted by Dragon Language Tear last night.
The moonstone on Aelia's Wedding Ring suddenly burst forth with a Strong Light. She watched as her husband's arm emerged with Ice Crystal Veins, a natural suppression of Black Magic by Ling Gui Bloodline.
Seizing the opportunity, Luna shoved the turtle shell into Brother San Lucius's hands, baby drool spreading across the ancient patterns in Dark Golden Liuguang.
"It’s impossible..." Second Young Master Noah tore open his collar soaked with Magic Potion. The Betrayal Curse branded by his close friend was fading from his chest. "I was just in the Blood Moon Illusion..."
Third Young Master Lucius's Palm Astrological Array suddenly heated up as his flock of Xingyue Die crashed into the soup pot like mad.
Leonard suddenly pressed down on Eldest Son Lucius's thin shoulders. Edmund distinctly felt his father's Fingertip radiating a greedy Zhen Chan—just like twenty years ago on that snowy night when the man had stared at Mother’s Dowry Box containing Long Jing with such longing.
"Everyone step back!" Aelia waved her Wedding Ring to draw a Moonlight Barrier. The remnants of the Soul Devouring Curse that slipped from her sleeve vaporized in the soup mist. "Ling Gui Soup is reshaping the Source of Magic; control your intake if you don’t want to explode!"
Luna took this chance to push the last half bowl of soup to her brother's lips.
Edmund swallowed the sweet taste of Zhuo Tong, but suddenly felt an ant-like itch gnawing at his shattered Spine.
As he leaned against the wall trying to stand, the hidden magic Bone Marrow conduit in the Wheelchair Armrest exploded—an evil device that had been siphoning his life force for twenty years was now being frozen into Powder by pure Frost Power.
"My Lord! The prisoners in West Dungeon are all awake!" The Guard Captain, covered in salt crystals, burst through the archway. "They all said they dreamed of a silver giant turtle wandering in the Sea of Consciousness..."
Leonard crushed the Communication Crystal in his hand; ice thorns were wildly sprouting from his left hand behind his back.
As Luna crawled over and hugged his boot, Lord's cuff suddenly flicked out a Detection Magic Pattern—only to transform into a swarm of glowing Jellyfish the moment it touched the baby's forehead.
“Father, does it hurt?” Luna raised the turtle shell with tooth marks and innocently poked at the man's bulging veins on the back of his hand. “The turtle says bad people get a stomachache from drinking soup.”
The entire Magic Castle was suddenly enveloped by distant turtle cries, while Lucius's Xingyue Die collectively entered a state of metamorphosis in his arms.
Edmund watched as his sister placed the turtle shell atop her head like a hat, suddenly recalling the records in the Ancient Magic Compendium: when the Ling Gui fell in the Northern Territory, the shell must be returned to the glacier by a Pure Soul.
Meanwhile, the Hei Xue dripping from Leonard's cuff was crystallizing into a struggling spider shape under the moonlight.
As Lucius stumbled back and collided with the Wisteria Arbor, the hem of his Astrology Robe still clung to the Phosphor Dust from the Xingyue Die.
His Rainbow Lizard, which he had raised for three years, was coiled atop the Gargoyle's head, its emerald scales erupting into spikes as magical waves burst from its tail, leaving charred cracks in the courtyard.
“Little Rainbow?” Third Young Master Lucius staggered to dodge a second beam of light, and the moonstone at the tip of his Astrology Staff suddenly extinguished. “How can you resist...”
The baby's laughter interrupted his murmurs.
Luna peeked out from behind the Laurel Tree, her small hand stained with soup suddenly pointing at the Gargoyle Cochlea.
The Rainbow Lizard shrank into a ball as if electrocuted, and only then did everyone notice it was entangled with half a length of Ice Blue Dark Purple Thread—exactly what Leonard's curtains had been made of last night.
“The turtle says little animals are afraid of Black Spiders.” Luna clumsily climbed up onto the flowerbed, her soup bowl spilling out strange Yixiang mist.
Suddenly, the Rainbow Lizard let out a mournful cry and jumped into Lucius's trembling palm, though its amber Shu Tong eyes refused to meet its owner's gaze.
Aelia's Wedding Ring's moonstone flickered ominously as she watched the ice crystals forming on her husband's cuff devouring the Black Blood Spider. “Luna, this Ling Gui...”
"It was a gift from the Moon Grandmother!" The infant fed the last half spoon of soup into Mother's lips, the Emerald Eyes reflecting Leonard's twitching fingertip. "Just like when Father received a gift from Aunt Red Fox last year in Emerald Valley!"
The crystal chandelier in the Magic Castle Dome suddenly shook violently.
Aelia swallowed the scalding soup, and the magic bottle's seal, which had remained unbroken for twenty years, seemed to faintly tremble.
She lowered her gaze to hide her shock, as the Wedding Ring carved a deep groove on the Tablecloth—Aunt Red Fox, as Luna had mentioned, was none other than Leonard's Concubine hidden in the Southern Region.
Leonard abruptly pressed down on the soup bowl, ice crystals crawling up his fingertip and along the edge of the Liujin bowl. "Such delicacies should be sent to the Magic Council..." Before he could finish his sentence, a muffled groan escaped his throat.
The skin beneath Lord's black robe was emerging with Gui Jiao-like patterns; an old wound from last night’s Dragon Language Magic Tear began to itch.
"Father is being naughty," Luna said as she stuffed the remaining turtle claw into his palm. An Infant Toothprint suddenly oozed Ice Blue Liquid. "The turtle says that liars will burn their tongues when they drink soup."
As Qin Si burst through the dining room door holding a Honey Cake, he caught sight of Lord's hand, veins bulging and piercing through the ice crystals.
The maid’s Hair Tips suddenly bloomed into Vine Flower Buds, their fresh fragrance dispersing a certain decaying aura. "The Third Young Master's astrological butterfly swarm is circling around the soup pot. Madam, do you want..."
"No need." Aelia interrupted her husband's unfinished command with a Silver Fork. The moonstone above Luna's head cast a protective Halo. "Since Ling Gui chose to fall in the Magic Castle, it is our responsibility to handle it."
Lucius retreated into the shadows, cradling a Rainbow Lizard; his Astrology Staff was growing warm in his sleeve.
When Luna crawled over and pressed a piece of turtle shell stained with soup against his forehead, Third Young Master Lucius suddenly saw an illusion—the message bat that flew out of Father's Study last night crashed into the arms of a beauty draped in a Fox Fur Collar somewhere in the Northern Glacier.
"My Lord!" The Salt Crystal Guardian burst in again, silver Moss poking out from gaps in its armor. "The Magic Council has sent an urgent dispatch requesting an explanation for Ling Gui's disappearance in the Northern Territory..."
Before Leonard's crushed Crystal Fragment could hit the ground, Luna suddenly knocked over the soup bowl.
Amidst the rich Cedar Fragrance, everyone was startled to see the Council Emblem twisting into a crying turtle head within the soup mist. Aelia's Wedding Ring activated a Moonlight Barrier, revealing ancient Stele Inscriptions—this was indeed the protection Contract signed between the Spirit Turtle Clan and the Ancestors of the Demon Fortress.
"It seems that Lord Ling Gui is feeling homesick." Aelia gently stroked her daughter's head, her gaze sweeping over her husband's stiff back. "Tomorrow, let the Second Young Master escort the turtle shell to the Northern Territory. He has been studying Glacier Magic for ten years..."
Suddenly, a sharp sound of shattering glass echoed from the East Corridor.
Noah stumbled into the dining hall, supporting his bleeding temples. The Betrayal Curse on his chest had faded to a light pink scar, but his usually gloomy Hui You was now glaringly bright—just like the boy from twenty years ago who clung to the Magic Potion Codex without letting go.
Noah knocked over a crystal lamp post as Shan Na entered, twelve Astrology Dice rolling out from his tear-stained sleeve.
The bloodshot Hui You reflected in the pot of swirling pearl-colored soup, where the Cursed Dagger had pierced his chest during the betrayal by his closest friend, now transforming into powder in Ling Gui's presence.
"This soup..." His trembling fingertip traced the faded scar on his collarbone, and for the first time in twenty years, he fully unleashed the Frost Spell.
The surging Han Qi condensed into a miniature model of the Northern Glacier on the dining table, precisely the magical subject he had desperately pleaded with Father to allow him to study.
Leonard's sleeves suddenly burst with crystallized ice.
Lord stared at the pulsing Pure Magic at Second Son's fingertip, half a suppressed gasp escaping his Adam's apple—last night, his lungs had been torn by Dragon Language Magic, yet now under Ling Gui's soothing breath, new flesh began to grow.
"Second Brother is amazing!" Luna bounced forward, pushing her soup bowl toward the glacier model, leaving an Infant Toothprint etched with Laurel Leaf patterns along its rim.
Noah suddenly bent down and gulped three mouthfuls of thick soup. His graying hair visibly regained its platinum hue at an astonishing speed, reminiscent of that boy from twenty years ago chasing after Ice Crystal Butterflies in a storm of wind and snow.
Aelia's wedding ring's moonstone suddenly clouded over.
She watched as ice-blue vines emerged from beneath her husband's black robe hem, the loyalty spell planted when they signed their marriage contract—now these magic plants that should have withered were crazily growing under Ling Gui's nurturing breath.
"Lord!" The silver moss bursting forth from the gap in the Salt Crystal Guardian armor suddenly bloomed. "The Council Envoy has arrived at the Main Hall with an arrest warrant and demands inspection..."
Leonard abruptly waved his sleeve, shattering the ice sculpture at the center of the long table, transforming the Northern Glacier model into countless stardust.
The veins on the Lord's left hand surged, piercing through the ice crystals, but at the moment they touched the soup bowl, they were halted by the Moonlight Barrier and Ailina's Burn. "Since Noah has regained his magical power, he will escort us tomorrow..."
"When Father lies, his eyelashes tremble," Luna suddenly pressed the gnawed turtle claw bone against Leonard's neck, baby drool spreading mysterious patterns on his skin.
Everyone was astonished to see the black Spider Tattoo hidden beneath the Lord's collar struggling beneath the turtle claw bone. The Ice Blue Tassel from last night's study room curtains perfectly matched the Dark Purple Thread from Third Young Master Lucius's illusion.
Noah suddenly slammed the soup bowl down heavily in front of Father.
With clarity restored, Hui You stared into Leonard's twitching eyes. "Ten years ago, I applied to study Glacier Magic. You said the Magic Castle's Heir shouldn't come into contact with Taboo—now it seems that someone else has truly touched Taboo."
The Moonlight Barrier suddenly emitted a sound like tearing silk.
Aelia lowered her gaze, caressing the newly sprouted Vine Flower Bud on her Wedding Ring. For the first time in twenty years, she actively withdrew the Protective Barrier.
Just as Leonard's trembling fingertip was about to touch the soup spoon, an earth-shattering explosion erupted from the West Dungeon—the restraints holding the Dark Magic Prisoner had been completely purified by Ling Gui's aura.
As Luna stuffed the last piece of Gui Jiao into Mother's palm, her Emerald Eyes flashed with wisdom uncharacteristic of a baby.
The Turtle Shell Hat atop the baby's head suddenly reflected the image of the Northern Glacier. In Leonard's suddenly constricting pupils, a figure wearing a Fox Fur Collar was burning a Contract Scroll at the edge of an icy cliff.
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