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Sacrificed to the Former White Moonlight, I Became a Taboo in the All
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I knelt on the steps of Xuanbing Jade, my mother’s blood-stained silk brushing against my brow. The dome of the Linghuan Fairy Realm split open with a crimson seam, the roar of ancient evil spirits shaking the protective mountain array, causing golden flakes to fall like dust.
“Yao’er, the mysterious spiritual energy of Xuanjie is the only force that can resist the evil spirits.” My mother, Fingertip, concentrated on the healing spell’s faint glow, yet could not stop the black mist seeping from the wound on her neck. “Xuanjade and Immortal Sovereign are willing to guarantee with a Marriage Contract; it is already a mercy from the heavens…”
As the Xuanbing Jade sedan crushed the sky full of Star Seed, I trembled, clutching the gilded curtain of the sedan. In the distance, Qianren Peak in Xuanjie was wrapped in thunder, as if it wanted to swallow me whole like a ferocious beast.
The thirty-six shark pearls adorning my Ceremony Attire pressed painfully against my Heart; each pearl was a protective talisman refined with my mother’s Fate Blood.
“Please have the bride step onto Xuan Huo.” The voice of the officiating fairy carried an overwhelming pressure. The moment my bare feet touched the ethereal blue flames, fragmented images surged into my mind—Xuanjade wielding his sword to strike down Ninefold Thunder, his Xuan Colored Sleeves fluttering, his cold profile tearing apart a beast's throat on an ancient battlefield, and... that former immortal companion Wang Xuan, whom he once held dear but who had now lost her soul.
As Joyful Cloak was lifted by the fierce wind, the mysterious spiritual energy froze my eyelashes with frost. Xuanjade's fingers, holding a cup of wine, were marked with distinct knuckles and entwined with spiderweb-like old scars.
The instant our Fingertips touched, spiritual power and mysterious energy erupted into blinding sparks. He immediately let go, allowing the Jade Cup to fall to the ground, amber liquid winding into grotesque cracks on the surface of Xuan Jing.
“Do you really think that wearing a wedding dress can bind me?” His silver patterns on the Xuan color robe seemed ready to burst forth; cold air coalesced into ice spikes hovering three inches from my Throat. “The fate of the Linghuan Fairy Realm has nothing to do with me.”
I formed a seal and summoned the jade flute my mother had given me before her departure. The sound of the flute carried healing energy as it attempted to approach him. This was the gentlest spell in the Linghuan Fairy Realm, one that had once tamed a frenzied guardian beast.
But when Azure Light touched his sleeve, mysterious energy surged violently and twisted the entire jade flute into powder.
“Put away your false compassion.” As Xuanjade flicked his sleeve, a gust of wind toppled over the dragon and phoenix candlestick; golden wax splattered onto my hand, burning it and drawing blood. “Three Hundred Years Ago, Wang Xuan also said she would save me; what happened then?” His throat rolled out a chilling laugh as remnants of Teleportation left behind a heavy scent of blood.
I curled up on the Wedding Bed covered in Cinnabar talismans, watching as my Palm was cut by mysterious energy. My mother said that the Yuan Yang of the Lord of the Xuan Realm could reinforce the protective mountain array; yet at this moment, Xuanjade stood on the terrace caressing that dual-blooming ice lotus—rumored to be nourished by Wang Xuan’s heart's blood.
The icy blue halo around the lotus reflected cold light from his dark iron wrist guards that stung my eyes. I lightly touched the hehuan bell hanging at my waist; this was an essential spirit tool for women in the Linghuan Celestial Realm on their wedding night.
As the clear sound of bells mingled with shark pearl energy rippled outwards, Xuanjade suddenly turned around, his pupils swirling with a darker vortex more terrifying than evil spirits.
“Do you truly believe…”
He Teleported to my bedside with such speed that it tore through the air; as his Xuan color robe brushed past my collarbone, those wandering mysterious energies suddenly transformed into tangible chains.
Instinctively I formed seals to resist him; yet when my spiritual power touched his chest, it shattered upon encountering his Heart’s gruesome wound—clearly marked by traces of Emotional Curse and Backlash.
His Heart's grotesque scar glowed blue under the washing of mysterious energy. The residual glow from my Fingertip's healing spell flickered like fireflies before being completely devoured upon contact with traces of Emotional Curse and Backlash.
As iron chains brushed past my Wrist, I caught a whiff of Wang Xuan’s lingering soul—the scent entwined around his wrist guard was unmistakably made from soul-binding silk crafted by Hehuan Sect’s forbidden techniques.
“Don’t touch it with your filthy hands!”
Xuanjade suddenly roared; spiritual energy overflowed and shattered the screen made from Xuan Jing into ice shards.
I stumbled against a bedpost carved with ancient formations; my lower back pressed against a beast head meant to suppress Evil Spirits, sending jolts of pain through me. The dual-blooming ice lotus in his hand emitted an eerie blue light that made his Emotional Curse appear as if it were alive.
“I just…” I swallowed down blood and sweetness rising in my throat while secretly crushing the hehuan spirit jade hidden in my sleeve.
The luminous white powder seeped into my wound through my fingers; this was Linghuan Fairy Realm’s most secretive seduction technique. “If Immortal Sovereign ’s Heart Demon is not suppressed soon, this mysterious energy will inevitably Backlash…”
Before the words were fully spoken, Xuan Guang seized my throat, and the turbulent spiritual energy surrounding Xuanjade stirred up a storm of Ice Blades. The Vermilion Rune on the bed curtains, meant to suppress evil spirits, ignited. My wedding gown tore apart like a spider's web in the fierce wind, and thirty-six shark pearls exploded one after another, blooming into blood lotuses on the Wedding Bed.
"How dare you mention the Heart Demon?" He pressed his fingertip against the bleeding wound on my collarbone, the Xuanling energy wrapping around an Ice Shard and drilling into my meridians. "Three Hundred Years Ago, when Wang Xuan pierced my heart's secrets, he used the healing techniques from your Linghuan Fairy Realm."
The pain made my vision darken, but I felt something warm at his waist—a dragon-patterned jade pendant. It was a token exchanged by my mother with half her life’s cultivation for Xuanjie.
The moment the pendant touched the Emotional Curse, Xuanjade suddenly groaned, and a brief crack appeared in the confinement of my Xuan Guang.
Now's my chance!
I bit the tip of my tongue and sprayed Essence Blood onto the Hehuan Bell. The bell's chime mixed with the secret technique of the shark people, sending ripples spreading outwards. This was a forbidden technique passed down through generations of brides from the Linghuan Fairy Realm, capable of temporarily sealing my husband's spiritual power for three breaths using blood from my heart.
My mother’s blood-stained visage flashed before me as I trembled and pressed my palm against his heart's penetrating wound.
"Please, Immortal Sovereign, grant me Yuan Yang..."
Just as the Azure Light of healing magic began to glow, it was swallowed by blood-red darkness. The ink-black vortex in Xuanjade's pupils suddenly erupted into countless ice shards.
He forcibly shattered the Restriction and clamped down on my life gate, chains formed from Xuanling energy piercing through my ribcage and crushing the celestial power I had just gathered.
"You women of Linghuan Fairy Realm are indeed venomous!"
His action to tear away my Hehuan Bell was like ripping apart prey; the gilded bell melted into crimson iron water amidst Xuan Huo.
I gazed at the Blood Pearl dripping onto the wedding quilt and suddenly saw clearly what was sealed within his Heart and Emotional Curse—a Peach Blossom Seal that flowed with spiritual energy, clearly originating from Wang Xuan's lingering soul.
The sound of midnight bells echoed outside as the formation suppressing Evil Spirits began to rotate.
Xuanjade held me by the neck against the ice lotus-patterned Window Lattice. The eternal night sky of Xuanjie streaked across with blood-red meteors; those starlights fell into his eyes, coalescing into a Han Shuang more sinister than evil spirits.
"Want Yuan Yang?" He lifted my tattered wedding gown with his fingertip, a blade formed from Xuanling energy tracing along my heart. "Then let’s see if you can withstand Wang Xuan's Soul Devouring Curse—"
At that moment, intense pain exploded in my chest, and I heard the thunderous collapse of the mountain-protecting formation.
The tethering rope tied around my wrist by my mother snapped suddenly; its Cinnabar knots turned to ashes in Xuan Huo—an omen of death for a respected elder from Linghuan Fairy Realm.
As the taste of rust surged in my throat, I caught a fleeting glimpse of panic in Xuanjade's eyes.
His fingertip still stained with my blood transformed into pink mist within the Xuanling energy, reminiscent of peach blossoms fluttering in Linghuan Fairy Realm during late spring.
"Did your mother melt her protective talismans into your wedding gown?" He suddenly pinched a fragment of shattered shark pearl; those pearls soaked with my mother's Essence Blood cried out in his palm. "Too bad they can't stop the Soul Devouring Curse."
I broke free from his grip and fell onto the ground of Xuan Jing; the ashes of the tethering rope scattered in the gale.
The roar of collapsing mountain formations seemed to transcend time and space, exploding in my ears with my mother’s final instructions—on that day she tied the Hehuan Bell around my waist while a pearl dangling from her hairpin rolled into my makeup box.
"The Yuan Yang of the Lord of the Xuan Realm is a supreme yang object." My mother said this while polishing the Broken Cloud Sword left by father; its tassel’s glazed stone reflected her Cinnabar between her brows. "Yao'er, don’t hate your mother."
Xuanjade's cold laughter tore me from those memories.
As his Xuan color robe brushed against my hand, those dark patterns transformed into living Incantations that burrowed into my spiritual veins.
I hurriedly formed seals but coughed up blood instead, realizing that black patterns like spider webs had crawled all over my heart's secrets.
"Do you think this lord would touch a woman from Linghuan Fairy Realm?" He looked down at me as he crushed a fallen white jade earring—one gifted by Yang Lin during Coming-of-Age Ceremony. "You are even worse than Wang Xuan."
That name made frost flowers bloom throughout the entire palace of Xuan Jing.
I stared at the halo rising from twin ice lotuses on the Window Lattice and suddenly saw clearly within their petals curled remnants of souls—Wang Xuan’s Glabella marked by a Rouge mole, clearly an imprint of Hehuan Sect's soul-devouring technique.
"Since you know Linghuan Fairy Realm is doomed..." I clutched half an ash fragment of tethering rope tightly as Cinnabar debris embedded itself into my palm lines. "Why then accept a Marriage Contract?"
The air stagnated for three breaths. Xuan Yu suddenly raised his hand to summon the Xuanxiao Mirror, which reflected the shattered dome of the Linghuan Fairy Realm. Mother, bloodied, was entangled in the remnants of the Guardian Mountain Formation, being torn apart by evil spirits.
As I lunged toward the mirror, I saw Yang Lin and his disciples using flesh and blood to repair the Array. His silver crown had already broken, yet he continued to chant the Heart Purification Mantra I had taught him. "The Marriage Contract exchanges for a hundred thousand years of Ling Mai," Xuan Yu's breath chilled my neck as he forced my chin up to make me look at the horrific scene in the mirror. "Do you think I care about the affairs of ants?"
Suddenly, shards from the Xuanxiao Mirror exploded, cutting through the corners of my eyes. Through the Blood Light, I saw a jade pendant at his waist flickering. It was a token refined from half a spirit core by Mother, now emitting a dying glimmer—the spirit core of the elders of Linghuan Fairy Realm had always shared a lifespan with the Guardian Mountain Formation.
Agonizing pain pierced through my heart and limbs as I curled up and coughed out blood mixed with Ice Shards. Xuan Yu's Mysterious Spirit Energy was devouring the residual Ling Power from my healing spell, those azure light spots flickering like fireflies trapped in amber, struggling within a dark vortex.
"At least give me Yuan Yang..." As I reached for his robe, a Same Heart Knot that Yang Lin had tied on me years ago suddenly appeared on my wrist. Xuan Yu's gaze turned icy; his Xuan Colored Brocade Robe transformed into countless Ice Blades, shredding my fingertips into a bloody mess.
"How can you women of Linghuan Fairy Realm be so brazen even when asking for Yuan Yang?" He stepped towards the edge of the terrace, and his Xuan Tie wrist guard struck against an Ice Lotus jade basin, producing a clear sound. "I am going to pay respects at Wang Xuan's memorial tablet; you better learn to entertain yourself with Puppet techniques."
The Twin Lotus Ice Flower let out a sharp wail as he departed. I lay on the ground watching Mysterious Spirit Energy inscribe Restriction runes at the palace door. Mother's screen from her last moments suddenly became clear—when she stuffed He Huan and Lingyu into my hands, what fell from her sleeve was a fragment of Wang Xuan's staff.
The midnight bell tolled again as I felt in my hair for the broken Dong Zhu hairpin. The Incantation of Ling Huan Escape Technique rolled over three times in Tip of the Tongue before finally wrapping around me in Qing Yan.
The gale of eternal night swept through Xuanjie, causing my escape light to flicker, yet I could see clearly the silhouette of Linghuan Xian Pavilion a thousand miles away. The pavilion floating above the sea of clouds was collapsing; a fragment of Father’s beloved "Mountain and River Formation Diagram" was drifting down from its peak.
I caught a burning page of the Formation Diagram; amidst the searing pain appeared Mother's last handwritten words: "Yao Er, the Xuanjie Marriage Contract is a ruse; on the 3,600th step of Linghuan Xian Pavilion there is..."
The ink was soaked with evil spirits' tainted blood as I clutched the fragment and collapsed onto the jade steps of Xian Ge. In the distance came the wailing of the guardian beast; once flourishing spiritual fields were now seeping black water.
As evil spirits tore through the last Barrier, golden patterns of the Xuanjie Marriage Contract suddenly appeared on my wrist—Xuan Yu's name was devouring my Essence Blood, slowly coalescing into a new curse.
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