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I grasped the edge of the glass lantern, and suddenly, the petals of the silk tree began to fall like whispers. A warm breath brushed against my neck, and the unique Jasmine Fragrance of the Nine Heavens Echoing Technique wrapped around me, anchoring me in place with memories of warmth.
"Ah Yao's spirit butterfly spell still only flies to the left." Yang Lin's fingertip grazed my ear, adjusting the tilted phoenix tail tassel. "Three hundred years ago, you sulked and said that when we met again, you would call me Young Master Yang. Why can't you even bear to look back?"
The glass lantern reflected the figure behind me, adorned in a cloud-patterned robe embroidered with constellations. I stared at the powder of Ice Soul from the East Sea that stained his sleeve—an artifact unique to the Qian Kun Bag I had gifted him on my birthday years ago. Suddenly, I tasted the salty bitterness of that storm from three hundred years ago in my throat.
"Young Master Yang, you should now call me Lady Xuan." As I turned, I deliberately pressed my wedding ring against the edge of the lantern, creating a sharp sound as the dark iron band clashed with the glass. "The Time-Reversing Array of Linghuan Xian Pavilion can trap even ancient evil spirits, yet Young Master Yang comes and goes as he pleases."
A blood-red incantation suddenly appeared on his moon-white headband, a mark of the Yang family's unique love curse backlash. His fingertip, stained with mermaid tears, brushed against my wrist where the Spirit Lock Bracelet rested. The spiritual pivot technique capable of breaking the nine seals of the East Sea now caused the blood of the dark spirit to boil within the bracelet like molten lava.
"Back then, when I broke through to the Nascent Soul stage in seclusion, your mother said you willingly married into Xuanjie." Yang Lin suddenly crushed the jade pendant in the lantern, and two carps turned to powder that slipped through his fingers into stardust. "Yet you still wear the Snow Huang Ling I gifted you in your hair and have tied a heart knot around your wrist—"
The soul-calling bell atop the pavilion suddenly let out a shrill cry, and stardust coalesced into a scene from three hundred years ago: twelve elders of the Yang family forced me to hand over the ice silk gauze on the Execution Platform for Immortals; Yang Lin's sister poured hehua powder into my teacup while my mother used a phoenix tail tassel to break my marriage contract.
"Do you know why I took half of your Immortal Bone that day?" I pulled open my collar to reveal an ice-blue Curse Seal beneath my collarbone, sealing away a severed love formula soaked in dark spirit blood. "What your Yang family desires is not a marriage alliance but the last Ice Soul spiritual vein of Linghuan Fairy Realm!"
Yang Lin stumbled and knocked over the focal stone of the star pivot array, causing the glass lantern filled with hehua flowers to suddenly burst forth with colorful mist. The East Sea Xuan Bing pendant at his waist cracked audibly; a protective talisman capable of freezing time and space melted into scalding spiritual liquid that dripped at my feet.
"Then let’s take it again!" He suddenly tore open his chest armor, revealing a glass heart unique to Nascent Soul cultivators that glowed with an eerie purple light. "Use your newly learned dark spirit incantations to cut this open and see how much true heart remains!"
I waved my sleeve to summon ice silk gauze that wrapped around his wrist, but its blade cut through my own fingertip. The blood-stained gauze transformed into three hundred spiritual snakes that hissed as they entwined us into a cocoon at the center of the star pivot array.
Yang Lin's forehead incantation surged violently; the Spirit Lock Bracelet soaked in dark spirit blood emitted a dragon-like tremor.
"Let go!"
The unique Frost and Snow aura of Xuanjie cleaved through the mist as Xuan Yu's Ink Qilin sword pierced through twelve layers of stardust barriers directly aimed at Yang Lin's throat.
The Spirit Lock Bracelet on my wrist suddenly constricted, and dark spirit blood seeped along the ice silk gauze into the sword's edge, dyeing it an eerie rouge.
"What a fine Linghuan Xian Pavilion." As Xuan Yu sneered, an icicle suddenly formed from the soul-calling bell at the eaves. "Using your true blood to nourish old feelings; Lady Xuan truly makes full use of her resources."
Yang Lin abruptly crushed his waist pendant Jade Pendant, unleashing a sealed whirlpool from the East Sea that exploded within the pavilion. Instinctively, I lunged toward the focal mirror of time reversal but was overturned by surging dark spirit energy.
As Xuan Yu’s crane cloak brushed against my hand, the Ink Qilin sword pierced through Yang Lin's shoulder marked with celestial patterns.
"Back when A Yao took me as Immortal Bone, the blood was just as hot..." Yang Lin reached out to me through the dissipating vortex, a half-broken heart knot still hooked between his fingers. "You said that once Ice Soul recognizes its master..."
Suddenly, Xuan Yu formed a seal and summoned the Ninefold Thunder Tribulation, causing the star map on the dome of the Linghuan Xian Pavilion to shatter with a resounding crack.
Amidst the falling stardust, I saw the swirling Xuan color mist in his eyes—an embodiment of chaos that only appeared when Xuanjie Immortal Lord was enraged.
"Husband!"
In the last flickers of light from Teleportation, I clutched tightly to the embroidered pattern of the dark bird on his sleeve.
The spirit-locking bracelet suddenly heated up as it traversed through the rift in space, and a vivid image of my mother piercing Heart with a phoenix tail pendant surged into my consciousness.
As the biting cold wind filled with snowflakes rushed down my collar, I realized I had been brought to the most perilous cliff of Xuanjie, known as the Cliff of Broken Affection.
Xuan Yu stood at the edge, caressing the Ink Qilin sword, where my blood was entwined with Yang Lin's spiritual energy, tearing at each other.
The hem of his Xuan color robe suddenly ignited with a ghostly blue flame, a sign that the spirit energy was spiraling out of control.
I recalled how he had warmed my frozen Fingertip with this very flame while teaching me to control my spiritual veins last night.
"Wang Xuan once touched this sword." He suddenly pressed the sword tip against my Heart, and the eyes of the Ink Qilin at the hilt glowed red. "Can you guess how she begged me not to destroy her Token of Love?"
The howls of malevolent spirits from below echoed up from the Underworld, and the spirit-locking bracelet sensed danger, frantically drawing upon my spiritual power.
I wanted to explain the unusual vibrations of the soul-calling bell, but my throat was sealed by the spirit energy.
As the Ink Qilin sword pierced through the first eastern pearl on my wedding gown, distant chimes from the Xuanjie bell tower announced it was three-quarters past midnight—only half a cup of tea remained until Wang Xuan's soul was scattered years ago.
The Ink Qilin sword paused at the third eastern pearl on my wedding gown, its tip brushing against the icy blue Curse Seal beneath my collarbone.
The chimes from the Xuanjie bell tower intertwined with the howls from the Underworld, and I heard a faint cracking sound from my Wrist Bone as it was compressed by the spirit-locking bracelet.
"Wang Xuan's Token of Love is an unformed phoenix fire." Xuan Yu suddenly reversed the sword's edge, frost seeping from the eyes of the Ink Qilin. "Unlike you, even a heart knot must be nurtured by an Ice Soul spiritual vein for three hundred years."
The spirit fire at the cliff’s edge climbed along the golden threads of my wedding gown, and the embroidered sleeves adorned with dark bird patterns began to curl and blacken.
I stared at his newly replaced ink jade dragon-patterned pendant at his waist—the same one that had pressed down on my makeup box during last night's birthday banquet for Wang Xuan. In a sudden burst of resolve, I crushed a shard of light-reversing mirror hidden between my fingers.
"Does that Immortal Sovereign know how many people's heart's blood her phoenix fire has burned?" As the mirror shard cut into my palm, an image of Three Hundred Years Ago Wang Xuan carving out my spiritual root at the Execution Platform projected onto the cliff wall. "Just like this moment, your sword is stained with spirit blood..."
"Enough!"
As Xuan Yu waved his sleeve to shatter the illusion, I used that momentum to crash into his embrace.
The spirit-locking bracelet sensed a sudden relaxation in spirit energy, and my suppressed spiritual veins surged forth like spring streams thawing.
He stepped back half a pace, crushing the ice at the edge of the cliff. The moment the Ink Qilin sword slipped from his grasp and fell into the Underworld, I bit my tongue, letting blood smear across the eyes of the dark bird pattern on his robe.
As the teleportation array activated with a blinding light, I caught a glimpse of the exclusive guardian sand of Wang Xuan appearing on his neck. Three hundred years ago, she had used this Curse Seal to deceive me out of half of my Immortal Bone. Now, the edge of the Cinnabar glimmered with an ice-blue hue that resonated with my spiritual veins.
When the bronze doors of the Xuans' main hall were blasted open by the ethereal energy, twelve long-lasting lanterns exploded in response. I stumbled, leaning against a beam carved with hehua flowers, watching as Xuanjade swept away the congratulatory gift that Wang Xuan had sent last night—the twin lotus nurtured in the Xuan Bing of the East Sea shattered on the Jadeite bricks, revealing stardust powder from the Yang family hidden within its petals.
"What a clever two birds with one stone," I crushed the stardust powder that tried to seep into the ground. The fingertip ice silk wrapped around a still-burning phoenix feather. "You want to test me and Yang Lin while using Wang Xuan's old possessions to remind me of my place?"
Suddenly, Xuanjade formed a seal that froze my ankle, and the ethereal energy crawled up my wedding gown's embroidery toward my heart. "Madam, why don't you explain why there is Yang Lin's soul imprint in the Linghuan Xian Pavilion's time-reversal array?" He snapped his fingers, igniting the soul-testing banner hanging between the beams, but what appeared was Wang Xuan's soul shadow. "Or should I say, you Linghuan Fairy Realm enjoy sharing..."
I tore off the Ice Soul Pearl from around my neck and hurled it at the soul-testing banner. The spirits sealed within it roared as they devoured the banner's fabric.
When Wang Xuan's scream mixed with the sound of exploding ice beads rang out, I brushed over my collarbone, burned by ethereal fire, and chuckled softly. " Immortal Sovereign didn't mention last night during fire control training that this ghostly fire could refine soul-testing banners."
He suddenly teleported in front of me, fingers tipped with Ice Shard gripping my chin. "Then let me teach you now how Xuanjie deals with traitors..." Before he finished speaking, I thrust a hidden phoenix tail step into his palm. The Emotional Curse sealed within my mother's hairpin instantly merged into his spiritual veins.
The main hall fell into an eerie silence.
The dragon's saliva incense burning in the bronze cauldron suddenly erupted sparks. I watched as chaotic mist surged in his pupils, gradually crystallizing into ice.
When the first ice crystal hit the ground, I heard my own hoarse voice: "Did Immortal Sovereign use a soul-testing banner to discern true feelings when marrying Wang Xuan back then?"
Xuanjade suddenly shattered an entire row of intricately carved windows; a cold wind carrying snowflakes swept away all debris.
The hehua flower pattern on his Xuan color brocade robe suddenly oozed blood; it was a backlash curse embroidered by my mother on my wedding gown: "Get back to your Spirit Butterfly Garden."
As I stepped over shards of Ice Shard towards the side hall, I intentionally swept the blood-stained hem of my wedding gown across the shattered twin lotus.
When Yang Lin's stardust powder mingled with Wang Xuan's phoenix feather in blood water, I heard behind me the sound of Ink Qilin piercing through Jadeite tiles.
"Tomorrow is the Xuanjie Ancestor Worship Ceremony," I turned at the corridor, gazing at the soul-calling bell at the eaves beginning to frost over. "If Immortal Sovereign wishes to continue playing out this deep love story, it would be best to cover up that guardian sand on your neck more thoroughly."
As night winds carried sounds from the eastern study of a smashed inkstone, I was facing a copper mirror removing a charred Snow Phoenix Plume.
Reflected in the mirror was a Sandalwood Box; inside lay a faintly glowing turtle shell sent by my grandfather—a piece he had secretly given me three days ago, inscribed with "Three miles northwest of Broken Heart Cliff, Han Tan can quell ethereal disturbances."
When midnight's drumbeat mixed with the humming of spirit-locking bracelets sounded, I poured ash from burnt phoenix feathers into an Ice Spirit Bottle.
Outside, falling snow suddenly turned blood-red—a sign that Xuanjie’s barrier was damaged.
I traced my fingers over carvings on the turtle shell while listening to continuous cracking sounds from the eastern wing and slowly poured Ice Soul liquid intended for delivery to the study onto a cluster of white plum blossoms below my window.
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