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The water droplet melted and slid down Xuan Yu's collarbone. I watched the trail of moisture, counting until the seventh drop, when the Soul Contract mark on his throat suddenly caught my gaze. My fingertip unconsciously brushed against the same pattern on my neck, but he seized my wrist and pressed it onto the soft pillow embroidered with fierce beasts.
"The spiritual spring of Xuanjie Mansion can nourish the Soul Contract," he said, forming half a Frost Flower with his fingertip, lingering near the hidden clasp of my waist ribbon. "Shall we move there tomorrow?"
Suddenly, a tuft of fierce beast's tail hair shot out from the soft pillow. I took the opportunity to roll away from his touch. "The spiritual veins of the immortal gate still need nurturing..." The waist ribbon adorned with koi fish and lotus was abruptly frozen into ice shards by the Frost Flower, revealing a close-fitting garment beneath.
As Xuan Yu chuckled, his breath of cold air brushed against the back of my neck. I hurriedly pulled the Ice Crystal Quilt around myself, and from the gaps in the bedding came his teasing voice: "Are you afraid that the Xuanjie Spring is too hot?"
Outside, a phantom of a fire claw suddenly pierced through the window paper. My grandfather's smoky voice accompanied by fire Star Seed burst in: "Does Yao want to soak in the spiritual spring? The Thousand-Year Cold Pool in the east courtyard..."
Before he could finish, Xuan Yu snapped his fingers, freezing him into a block of ice. Seizing this chance, I rolled into a corner of the Canopy Step Bed, knocking over a mica curtain hook as my lower back collided with the Liujin Bedpost.
The nine-layered gauze curtain came crashing down. Amidst the swirling spiritual light in the room, Xuan Yu's palm transformed into Crimson Gold flowing fire.
I gazed at the deepening blood-red Soul Contract mark on his glabella and suddenly recalled my mother’s hesitant expression when she handed me the marriage contract— Xuanjie Immortal Lord had to borrow Essence Blood from his partner to suppress Evil Aura during every the last day of month.
As the sound of dripping water penetrated through three layers of barriers, dark golden vines unexpectedly emerged from the Soul Contract mark on Xuan Yu's neck. Instinctively, I formed a seal to summon a spirit butterfly, but he crushed its wings and pinned me back onto the pillow. "Eight hundred spiritual spring pools are certainly better than this drafty Canopy Step Bed..."
The Azure Light from a shattered sound transmission talisman interrupted his unfinished words, and a translucent phantom of Wang Xuan floated above the Ice Crystal Quilt.
The unique fragrance of Zi Teng flowers from Xuanjie mingled with the crisp chime of her soul-capturing bell on her wrist. I noticed Xuan Yu’s jawline suddenly tense and was choked by surging spiritual blood that made me cough.
"At midnight Three Quarters, see you at our usual place." Wang Xuan's trailing tone was entwined with red mist from the Peach Blossom Curse. Yet, Xuan Yu's action of crushing her phantom was slower than usual by three breaths.
The shattered spiritual light splattered onto the cloud-patterned pillow surface, scorching seven marks arranged like Beidou. As I counted the ashes at the edge of the seventh Scorch Mark, I heard myself wrapped in Ice Shard: "Isn't the spiritual spring of Xuanjie Mansion meant for testing fragrances for immortal ladies?" My fingertip solidified into a spirit butterfly to catch those ashes but was frozen into ice crystals by Xuan Yu's exhaled cold air.
He suddenly pulled me into his embrace; chains formed from Xuan Shuang wrapped around my hands as I attempted to form seals. "She is not worthy of Xuanjie’s spiritual spring." This should have been comforting, yet within the chains appeared totem patterns that clearly mirrored Wang Xuan’s floral design on her forehead.
The water stains from melted ice crystals seeped out on the gauze curtain, outlining a pair of intertwined lotuses. As I broke free from the chains, red marks on my wrists coincided with Xuan Yu's Soul Contract mark on his neck.
He suddenly bit his fingertip and smeared it on my lips; Coagulation Grass mixed with Xuan Shuang’s essence stung my eyes: "If she is trapped by the Soul Devouring Array tonight..."
"The Immortal Sovereign will naturally cherish fragrant jade." I swallowed down the metallic sweetness while glaring at him; however, I tasted intentionally delivered ice lotus dew on my tongue.
As sweet juice slid down my throat, my grandfather's phantom fire claw surged three inches upward on the window frame, welding together what had attempted to split apart in the Canopy Step Bed.
When Xuan Yu chuckled, ice crystals that fell from his chest landed in my collar. I counted his pulsing veins at his neck and suddenly realized that the Soul Contract mark had moved behind his ear.
Before my fingertip could touch that dark gold mark, he caught it and pressed it against his heart: "Eight hundred spiritual spring pools..."
The moment the second sound transmission talisman exploded, Wang Xuan's call mingled with the howls of the ferocious beasts.
Xuan Yu's hand gesture froze upon hearing the words "Nurturing Sac," and I gazed at the swirling Xuanjie totem in his pupils, suddenly tearing apart the silk ribbon that held the Heart-Guarding Mirror at my waist.
"It’s almost midnight." The copper mirror reflected the glowing Soul Contract mark on my neck as Xuan Yu abruptly pressed the red mark on my wrist against the mirror's surface.
As ice crystals crawled along the edge of the mirror, I heard his unspoken defense rolling in his throat, yet he deliberately let the spirit butterfly shatter the condensed Frost Flower.
Amidst the brittle sound of the diamond-shaped mirror cracking into eight pieces, I counted the seven phantoms reflected on its surface, and in the last fragment, I caught a glimpse of Wang Xuan's forehead flower tattoo's fading light.
Xuan Yu suddenly ground the shattered mirror into powder, and amidst the swirling crystal dust, his fingers, scented with ice lotus, brushed over the bloodied bite marks on my wrist.
The sound of a clapper pierced through three layers of barriers as I looked outside at the fire pincers leaving scorch marks in the snow, suddenly hearing my own voice wrapped in Ice Shard: "That Eight Hundred Spirit Springs..." Before I could finish, he sealed my lips and tongue with chains formed from Xuan Shuang that wrapped around our intertwined fingertips.
The scent of ice lotus crumbled into fine snow between our lips and teeth, and the clinking of chains awakened the soul bells hanging at each corner of the Canopy Step Bed.
I tilted my head to evade his deepening kiss, as fragments of shattered mirror dust fell into the hollow of my collarbone: "If Xuanjie Immortal wishes to save someone, why use the spirit springs as a pretext?"
The chains of Xuan Shuang entwined around our fingertips suddenly tightened, and a blood mark shaped like a peach blossom emerged from Xuan Yu's glabella.
This revelation made my throat feel bitter; my mother had said that Xuanjie Immortal Lord's Soul Contract mark would only change color for their destined person, yet when that day’s marriage contract was stamped in gold, his neck had clearly borne a silver mark like snow.
"The Eight Hundred Spirit Spring Pool can indeed nurture a Soul Contract." Xuan Yu suddenly loosened the chains, and the mirror formed from Shattered Ice reassembled, reflecting the crimson gold patterns glowing on my neck. "But Wang Xuan..."
I interrupted him; the spirit butterfly fluttered and shattered the newly formed Frost Flower on the mirror: "But she still needs to meet Midnight as an old acquaintance in Xuanjie Immortal's heart?" The last note startled me; this bitterness was even more stinging than what I had swallowed earlier from Coagulation Grass.
Xuan Yu suddenly chuckled, his laughter causing ripples to rise on the gilded vine patterns of the bedpost.
He conjured a star map with his fingertip; the position of the seventh star startlingly resembled Wang Xuan's forehead flower tattoo: "Three Hundred Years Ago she mixed Bone Corroding Powder into Heavenly Wedding Wine to seize Xuanjie’s secret treasure."
The ice crystal star map suddenly twisted into a ferocious beast's head; I watched Wang Xuan's phantom shatter between its fangs, an inappropriate wave of pity surging in my throat.
Yet Xuan Yu crushed the star map into pieces and scattered it over the Ice Crystal Quilt; the fragmented light reflected his self-mocking smile: "I personally sent her into Bone Corroding Abyss when she cursed me to never have true feelings."
Suddenly, there was an explosion from outside; Grandpa's spiritual awareness had finally broken through Xuan Shuang’s barrier.
Seizing this opportunity, I turned over and sat up; strands of hair scattered from beneath the cloud-like curtain fell to my waist: "So tonight..."
"So tonight if I go, it would fulfill that curse." Xuan Yu abruptly grasped my wrist where it bore a red mark; surprisingly, the Soul Contract pattern flowed into his palm along our touching skin. "Does Miss Feng truly believe that it is worth exchanging a thousand gold bodies for a hundred years of spiritual veins?"
The Frost Flowers crystallized on the window suddenly exploded; I watched as splintering Ice Shards carved cracks into the brocade quilt and recalled how my mother had wept while caressing our marriage contract that day.
The Heart-Guarding Mirror slipped from between scattered silk ribbons, its surface reflecting my suddenly pale face: "Does Xuanjie Immortal really think that I seek only for a hollow title behind Xuanjie?"
Xuan Yu’s Soul Contract mark on his neck suddenly sprouted dark golden thorny vines; he raised his hand to roughly wipe away traces of ice lotus fragrance from my lips: "Isn’t it?" The ferocious beast phantom formed by Xuan Shuang appeared behind him, its scarlet eyes reflecting my disheveled image: "Your Linghuan Fairy Realm’s communication butterfly is currently spying on Xuanjie’s barrier formation in the east wing."
The crisp sound of the Heart Protecting Mirror striking the Liujin Bedpost startled the Zheng Beast Phantom. I gazed at the flowing Ling Blood within the cracks of the Mirror and suddenly laughed, "So, Xuanjie Immortal kept the remnants of the Nurturing Pouch to guard against Xianmen spies?" My fingertip deliberately brushed over his heart, where the Lingxi of the Xuanjie Treasure was hidden. "Such stinginess is even more than what I've heard..."
Before I could finish my sentence, he suddenly closed the distance and crushed my words between us on the pillow. Xuan Yu's entire being radiated a scorching golden flame, transformed from Xuan Shuang.
I looked into his pupils, where the Mystic Realm Totem flickered, and suddenly realized that the pattern bore a striking resemblance to the seal on my Mother’s Marriage Contract.
"Am I stingy?" His bitten fingertip pressed against the Soul Contract Mark on my neck, sending a sharp pain mixed with Ice Lotus Fragrance coursing through my limbs. "Then perhaps Miss Wind should tell me about the Breaking Boundary Shuttle hidden beneath the Heavenly Pillow on our new Wedding Night—what kind of Lingxi does it currently hold?"
The Canopy Step Bed suddenly groaned under the strain, and the Ninefold Shark Silk Canopy was torn to shreds by Xuan Shuang and Ling Die.
Amidst the swirling remnants of Jiao Xiao, I noticed the increasingly vivid Soul Contract Mark between his brows. I reached out and pulled apart his Ice Crystal Chain that bound his hair. " Xuanjie Immortal cares so much; could it be...?"
The entwined branches on the Liujin Bedpost suddenly came alive, tightening around my wrist. Xuan Yu's breath, tinged with Blood Stench, brushed against my ear. "Could it be what?" His fingertip traced over the bloodied bite mark on my wrist, and Xuan Shuang condensed into a Peach Blossom Pattern identical to Wang Xuan's forehead. "Speak."
Outside, a Fire Claw Phantom let out a sharp cry, and Zi Shi's Geng Lou Sound pierced through five layers of Barrier.
I counted the pulsing veins at his neck and chuckled lightly at the seventh sound. "Could it be... jealousy?"
The chain formed by Xuan Shuang shattered in response, and Xuan Yu suddenly pressed my Hong Hen against my bleeding lips.
As the metallic sweetness mixed with Ice Lotus Dew exploded within Tip of the Tongue, the Soul Contract Mark unexpectedly danced between our touching skin, creating an entirely new Totem.
The Zhenhun Bell at each corner of the Canopy Step Bed erupted simultaneously, sending splintered copper shards across the Ninefold Azure Silk Canopy in a pattern resembling Xinggui.
"I never care about a discarded child's feelings." He crushed the last glimmer of a Transmission Talisman, yet Xuan Shuang gently wrapped around my frozen fingertip. "But if Ling Huan Immortal Gate's spies come any closer to Shattered Bone Abyss..."
His unfinished words turned into a sharp pain at my neck as the path of the wandering Soul Contract Mark suddenly overlapped with Wang Xuan's Star Map.
I looked at our overlapping figures in the Lattice Mirror and suddenly noticed how tightly his back was arched—just like that day during our Wedding Ceremony.
The shards of the Heart Protecting Mirror hummed beneath my pillow, reflecting that indeed there were remnants of Ling Die swirling around in front of the East Wing Barrier.
As the sound of Clapper echoed through midnight, Xuan Yu suddenly transformed his Ice Crystal Quilt into an Azure Frost Cloak to wrap around me.
When he stood up, fragments of mirror dust fell under moonlight to form a Star Map; however, Seventh Star's position no longer resembled a Peach Blossom Pattern.
"Eight Hundred Spirit Springs..." I spoke as he pushed open the window, while Night Wind swept away remnants of snow and extinguished the red candle on the table. "Can it truly nourish a Soul Contract?"
In his gaze floated unscattered starlight; three flickers of Mystic Realm Totem appeared in his palm before ultimately transforming into ice crystals that fell onto the windowsill.
His fluttering sleeves brushed past an unfinished Star Map as I counted in diminishing Lingguang—the Sealing Symbol from my Mother’s Marriage Contract.
By the time the first rays of morning light pierced through Mica Curtain, the ice crystal Star Map had already turned into traces of water.
In fragments of Zhenhun Bell left in a corner of Canopy Step Bed lay remnants of Xuan Shuang and Ling Die's struggle.
Curled up in what still held warmth from Azure Frost Cloak, I traced over my neck where colors mingled chaotically within my Soul Contract Mark—the Dark Gold Pattern’s wandering path astonishingly resembled shattered peach blossom petals from Wang Xuan's Star Map.
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