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As the moonlight spilled over the Seventh Pillar, I crushed the ice crystals of Palm. The phosphorescent powder on the wings of the spirit butterfly clung to my Fingertip, reminiscent of the Stardust that fell when Yang Lin adorned my hair years ago.
"Young Mistress, urgent news from Xuanjie cannot be delayed." The blood-red ice patterns on the Window Lattice urged me on as I swiftly clasped the heart bracelet against the back of the bronze mirror. The moment the mirror's surface rippled, a sharp pain shot through the inner side of my Wrist—my Spirit Fetus was drawing in the residual Frostflower Spell Power from Wang Xuan.
As the Spirit Illusion Escape Technique tore through the night, the entire pond of red lotuses trembled. I stepped onto the falling love letters heading towards the celestial pavilion, where the still-wet ink on the paper suddenly transformed into Xuan Yu's cold Brows and Eyes.
Three Days Ago, his words at Xuanbing Palace echoed in my ears: "The healing arts of Linghuan Fairy Realm cannot cleanse your impurities." The night wind swept Shattered Snow into my collar, causing my hand gestures to falter.
Back when I practiced at the Spring of All Spirits, Yang Lin would always use Bi Bo Ling to shield me from wind and snow. At this moment, the Xuan Bing energy flowing through my spirit veins erupted violently, freezing those warm memories into Ice Shards.
"Ah Yao?"
The gentle call caused the spirit clouds beneath my feet to suddenly collapse. As I stumbled to support myself against a phoenix tree, I felt a sudden heat radiating from the patterns on its bark that had been sucked dry by my胎靈.
Yang Lin stood three zhang away on a bluestone step, his Moonlight Robe soaked and gleaming from Night Dew's influence, holding tightly to the star chart we exchanged when we pledged our love.
"Your spirit veins..." He took a half step forward but halted abruptly, his gaze landing on the red mark burned into my neck by the Xuan Bing energy. "Are you doing well at Xuan's house?"
The leaves of the phoenix tree rustled softly. I tightened my cloak embroidered with Xuanjie totem, gently rubbing the protective scale hidden in my sleeve. The warmth lingering in this scale was from Three Hundred Years Ago when Yang Lin had cut open his chest to bring it to me.
"As Xuanjie Immortal Lord's Wife, everything is naturally going smoothly." As I spoke these words, my胎靈 suddenly churned within my spirit abode. The refined Frostflower Seal transformed into ice needles that pierced through my consciousness, leaving me momentarily dazed.
Yang Lin's star chart suddenly erupted with Azure Light. When we swore our vows at the stargazing platform back then, this artifact had consumed our Essence Blood. Now, within that Azure Light appeared an image of my wedding day when the heart bracelet had cut through my finger.
"You have traces of Xuanbing Soul Devouring Spell in your spirit abode." He formed azure spirit threads with his Fingertip but was scorched into blue smoke upon touching the mysterious patterns on my sleeve. "Wang Xuan's unique spell... Xuan Yu? Him?"
The cry of a night owl shattered the silence. As I stepped back, I crushed moonlight beneath my feet; a wail suddenly echoed from the Linghuan Xian Pavilion's Fetal Spirit Pool. The cries of three hundred lingering souls drilled into my Eardrum, mingling with Xuan Yu's mocking words from that day: "Compared to Wang Xuan, you are not even worth a single strand of her hair."
"As for Xuanjie matters, there is no need for Yang Immortal Lord to worry." I formed a gesture to summon the Jade Tablet left by my mother, but at that moment, all the soul-calming bells atop the eaves rang out in unison.
The sound of the bell intertwined with the melody of the leaf flute that Yang Lin taught me in my childhood, startling Jade Tablet nearly out of my grasp.
Yang Lin suddenly summoned his life sword.
The tassel of the sword was still entwined with the heart knot I had woven from blue silk back in the day.
As the sword's aura swept past, my double fish pendant in my sleeve let out a mournful cry—this object should have been listed in the seventh page of the Lingbao Pavilion's pawnshop catalog.
"Ah Yao, look," he said, as the tip of his sword lifted a falling love note, revealing an image of Xuan Yu and Wang Xuan playing chess at Xuanbing Palace. "The resentment of three hundred restless souls has already seeped into your wedding gown."
I looked down and noticed that the pomegranate-red hem of my skirt was covered in frost patterns without me realizing it.
The fetal spirit suddenly cried out, shattering those ice crystals into powder.
As the spiritual butterfly fell from my hair, I caught a glimpse of Yang Lin's sleeve revealing a section of azure silk—exactly the same piece that had wrapped around my knee when I fell years ago.
"Tomorrow at Lingbao Pavilion..." he began, but before he could finish, Blood Moonlight suddenly rose from the direction of the celestial pavilion.
The barrier of the Fetal Spirit Pool broke, and three hundred beams of Soulglow surged towards Xuanjie, reminiscent of Lustreflow leaving on the new Wedding Night with Xuan Yu.
As I turned to perform the escape technique, I heard the sound of Yang Lin's star plate crashing to the ground.
The fetal spirit suddenly grasped a strand of my Divine Soul, turning those repressed grievances into Bitter Wine.
The moonlight stretched our shadows long; his tall shadow reached out to touch my skirt adorned with ice crystals but dissipated into blue smoke upon touching the totem of Xuanjie.
From the rift torn open by the spiritual illusion escape technique, wafted out Wang Xuan's commonly used Snow Spirit Fragrance.
I bit through Tip of the Tongue to stay alert but heard behind me the crisp sound of a star plate shattering—just like that year when Yang Lin knelt before his father, pleading him not to send me off on a marriage ship, and his life sword was broken in two.
As the remnants of the spiritual butterfly shattered into ice crystals at Palm, Yang Lin's azure silk was entangled around my ankle.
Those fragrant gauze fabrics unfurled in the night wind, revealing an inner layer embroidered with entwined lotuses—on their petals still clung Rouge from three hundred years ago when I had brushed against them.
"Your fetal spirit is gnawing at your heart-protecting scales." The star plate of Yang Lin floated between us, delicate cracks shimmering in Azure Light.
He brushed his fingertip across those fissures, and suddenly my heart bracelet on my wrist grew hot, as if it would melt away the lock of Xuan Bing tied to it by Xuan Yu.
Night Dew condensed on my eyelashes, blurring his outline into a fragmented star map.
I gazed at the crane pattern fluttering from his sleeve and suddenly recalled that time we sneaked drinks from Hundred Flowers Brew in Ling Joyful Cloak lace; when wine stains marred his Lapels, he wore a similarly hesitant expression.
"Xuanjie's Snow Spirit Fragrance will erode your spiritual veins." He suddenly untied a pouch from his waist and pulled out what I had buried by Wanling Spring years ago—a Liuli Bottle.
The fireflies floating inside had long turned into spiritual sand but burst forth with a warm light upon touching my fingertip. "Tonight at midnight, at Lingbao Pavilion's seventh page..."
Suddenly, Blood Moonlight pierced through the clouds.
A sharp phoenix cry came from the direction of Fetal Spirit Pool, startling my double fish pendant to collide against the phoenix tree.
In that instant when the tree bark cracked open, three hundred ice shards surged up from underground, forming a sword array using Xuan Bing, commonly employed by Xuan Yu.
"Young Mistress."
The incantation pattern floating in the void resembled exactly that which was left by Xuan Yu on the cup of Heavenly Wedding Wine three days ago.
The bracelet on my wrist emitted a blinding cold light, freezing Yang Lin's shimmering waves into ice silk. The icy crystals spread rapidly, climbing up the Wrist that held the star chart in an instant. At that moment, the bell of Linghuan Xian Pavilion rang out. I crushed the Heart-Settling Pill hidden beneath my tongue, the bitter taste mingling with the metallic tang of blood exploding between my teeth.
Suddenly, Yang Lin's star chart revealed the Xuanjie totem, its patterns entwined with vengeful souls, clearly resembling the jade belt tied around my waist on the night of Xuan Yu's wedding. "Tomorrow..." His unfinished words were snatched away by the night owl, transforming into burning love letters scattered in the air.
I gazed at the ashes of those letters, where the silhouette of Wang Xuan emerged. It reminded me of last night when, at the hour of the tiger, Xuan Yu compared my disheveled hair to that of Wang Xuan, using a comb made from Xuan Bing essence. The fetal spirit in my spiritual abode let out a whimper, brewing those bitter memories into Icicle.
As I turned, I stepped on shattered pieces of the star chart; their sharp edges cut through the east pearl adorned on my embroidered shoes—an heirloom my mother had exchanged half her cultivation for as a dowry. From the torn void of the Spirit Illusion Escape Technique wafted Snow Spirit Fragrance, mingled with the dragon's saliva fragrance commonly used by Xuan Yu.
I clenched the heart-protecting scales hidden in my sleeve; they suddenly revealed crimson patterns—an oath left by Yang Lin when he had once pierced my heart. The wails from the fetal spirit pool grew closer, yet what reflected in the water was not my face but rather Wang Xuan playing the guqin at Xuanbing Palace.
"If the Young Mistress hesitates any longer, then Honored One will have to come find you personally." An ice butterfly formed from a sound transmission spell landed on my shoulder, its wings covered in Curse Seal unique to Xuanjie.
I looked up at the swaying soul-requiem bell at the eaves of Linghuan Xian Pavilion, suddenly realizing that trapped within it was the essence of Snow Phoenix, which I had raised in my spirit pet garden during childhood. The night wind swept up a blanket of Frost Flower, one petal brushing against my lips, carrying the taste of Heavenly Wedding Wine.
I stumbled and leaned against the edge of the fetal spirit pool, feeling dark red Blood Pearl seep from within the stone patterns—exactly like the bloodstain that dripped onto our mandarin duck pillow when Xuan Yu had cut my fingertip with a blade made from Xuanbing blade.
Three hundred broken souls in the pool suddenly cried out in unison; their tattered wedding garments pieced together under moonlight to form Wang Xuan's outline. The necklace of Xuan Bing around my neck tightened abruptly, choking out a sharp cry from the fetal spirit. Those cries collided with the soul-requiem bell, transforming into Xuan Yu's cold voice: "What comes from the Linghuan Fairy Realm is indeed all defective."
The Blood Moonlight was suddenly swallowed by dark clouds. I felt for the Jade Hairpin hidden in my waist sash; strands of hair I had combed down this morning still clung to its teeth. The window at the top floor of Linghuan Xian Pavilion opened silently, releasing a piece of shimmering silk glowing with a warm light—it was precisely what Xuan Yu had used to wipe away the medicinal residue from my lips three days ago.
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