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As Xuan Ang pushed the door open, I was lost in thought, staring at the Twin Lotus Pattern on the back of my hand. The Calming Soup in the Jade Bowl released a light purple mist, dampening the Liu Su that hung from the end of the Jade Sky Hairpin.
"It’s time to change the dressing," he said, kneeling partially before the Xuanbing Jade Couch, his fingertip igniting with warm golden Ling Huo. I instinctively pulled back my ankle, wrapped in Jiao Xiao, as the wound from last night’s Mysterious Spirit Energy burn oozed Ice Blue Blood Pearl again, dripping onto the edge of the couch and unexpectedly blooming several clusters of transparent Frost Flowers.
Mother stood by the Carved Door, holding a Lingguo Pan, her moon-white Guang Xiu stained with Mandala Petals drifting in from outside. "Yao Er, Young Master Xuan Ang has been..."
"Mother, there’s no need to say more." I pulled the Yun Jin Blanket over the Frost Flowers as the Jade Sky Hairpin suddenly emitted a clear sound.
The vines entwined around Xuan Ang's wrist sprouted new leaves; they were Lingzhi materialized from Mother’s Protective Celestial Spell, yet at this moment, they resembled a mocking bond.
At the sound of an infant crying outside, Xuan Ang had already formed a Soundproof Barrier. The Infant Swaddling cradled by the Maternity Nurse glowed faintly with Golden Gleam. I gazed at that child who inherited the Xuanjie bloodline, and a sudden bitterness surged in my throat like Heavenly Wedding Wine—clearly mixed with Amber Liquid spilled on the ground that night, etching incomplete Ling Huan Totems into the Xuanbing Jade Brick.
"I’ll take care of it." Xuan Ang wrapped his Dark Cloak around my trembling shoulders. As his long fingers brushed against the Infant Glabella, the Dark Gold Pattern resonated and flickered in response to the Life and Death Contract’s Lian Wen.
He hummed an ancient Requiem Melody of Xuanjie, and Ling Power condensed into starlight that fell upon the child’s curled Fingertip. I tightened my grip on my Jiao Xiao, which had been cut by Frost Flowers, when I suddenly heard the Crisp Sound of the Liuli Lamp falling to the ground.
The Maternity Nurse's panicked apologies were blocked outside the Barrier. As Xuan Ang turned around, his Dark-colored Headband brushed against my eyelids. "You should sleep."
His Palm covered my icy forehead; warmth flowed along my Ling Mai but stagnated in my Heart. I looked at the Mystic Realm Totem faintly visible on his neck and suddenly recalled last night when the Life and Death Contract was formed—half a Hehuan Petal drifting down amidst Mandala flower rain.
"Are you tired?" I pressed down on his hand just as he was about to perform a calming technique; sparks suddenly burst forth from the Jade Sky Hairpin.
The vines coiling around his wrist bloomed into a Blood-Red Flower, reminiscent of those Mandala petals that fell upon my Phoenix Crown during our Heavenly Marriage Ceremony.
Xuan Ang’s Ling Power momentarily faltered as warm golden Ling Huo flashed with Xuan Bing's cold brilliance. "Taking care of the Spirit Medium Bloodline is a constraint of the Life and Death Contract." His fingertip brushed against my frost-laden eyelashes as an ear-piercing tremor echoed from outside with a Copper Bell ringing.
As moonlight streamed through the intricately carved Window Lattice and flowed like a river over the ice bricks, I curled up within the residual warmth of my Xuan Color Cloak.
A sharp pain surged through my hand where Lian Wen glimmered; I hazily saw a Blood-red Mandala coalescing into Mother’s tearful Brows and Eyes in midair. Suddenly, half a Lingguo rolled off my pillow, revealing remnants of Barrier Patterns from Xianmen on its cut surface.
As my Fingertip grazed over the torn wound caused by Frost Flowers, Xuanbing Cold Poison surged up my Ling Mai towards my Heart. I bit down hard on the edge of my Xuan Color Cloak and heard distant Copper Bells echoing memories stained red—within that spilled Heavenly Wedding Wine lay traces of Mother’s Yin Si that had fallen from her temples that day.
Frost Flowers cut through the Fingertip, hanging like a Blood Pearl, which solidified into a translucent red Jade Agate under the moonlight. I stared at the distorted reflection within that Blood Pearl, suddenly tasting the salty tang of tears on my lips—my tears had frozen into Ice Shards in the chill of Xuan Bing.
Xuan Ang paused mid-motion, crushing the spirit fruit, as the juice seeping from the pit merged with my Blood Pearl to form a light golden pattern. "The bloodline of the medium resonates," he said, igniting a warm flame at his Fingertip to wipe away the tears at the corner of my eye. I turned my head away, allowing the flickering flame to scorch the mandala flower beside my pillow.
"My mother said my Silver Butterfly Hairpin can quell the Xuanjie's malevolence." I traced the cracked lines on the Jade Sky Hairpin; yesterday, when I used it to break through the barrier, I distinctly heard the ancient bell of the immortal gate wailing deep within the spirit vein. "But if saving the immortal gate requires sacrificing a spirit soul..."
"Ah Yao!" Xuan Ang suddenly grasped my frostbitten Wrist. As warmth surged through to dispel the cold poison, twin flowers bloomed from the vines around my wrist.
The totem on his neck glowed with an eerie red light, as if it intended to imprint all those unspoken promises into his very bones: "Three days from now at New Moon, I will take you to retrieve the Time-Reversing Mirror from Linghuan Xian Pavilion."
The copper bell of the Window Lattice suddenly rang without wind, scattering ice crystals across the ground. I gazed at the Blood-Red Flower beginning to wither and suddenly recalled that night of Spirit Fusion when a silver butterfly floated into the joyous candles.
At that time, my mother's silver strands fell onto my wedding gown as she said that when a spirit butterfly recognizes its master, it leaves a Cinnabar Seal on the Heart—yet at this moment, the butterfly-shaped mark on my collarbone distinctly glimmered with Xuanjie’s unique Dark Gold.
"What if we fail?" I pulled apart the vines entwined around Xuan Ang's wrist; fresh buds broke through my Fingertip, and as a drop of Blood Pearl fell onto the Xuan Bing brick, it corroded into a mark of the spirit illusion immortal gate. "Just like this one eroded by Xuanjie..."
Thunder rumbled outside the barrier, and a baby's cries pierced through the soundproof spell.
Xuan Ang's Palm gathered spiritual energy into a star map that shielded the intricately carved window about to collapse. I saw his sleeve's dark patterns where Xuan snake was suddenly biting its own tail.
When the copper bell trembled for the seventh time, my Jade Sky Hairpin unexpectedly guided my finger toward my Heart but froze upon touching the spirit butterfly mark.
"Trust me." Xuan Ang pried open my frozen fingers, warmth enveloping me with mandala fragrance swirling around my nose.
He removed his hair tie, Xuan Crystal Hairpin, and sliced through his Palm; when the Blood Pearl fell to the ground, it blossomed into twin ice lotuses. "Just like a hundred years ago when you helped me break free from the Xuan Snake Curse..."
I stared at the flickering spirit fire in the heart of the lotus and suddenly held my breath as half a hehuan flower petal condensed within the drifting ice crystals outside.
When the copper bell emitted its eighth piercing sound, hurried footsteps approached from outside—the Maternity Nurse was panicking, cradling an Infant Swaddling that was seeping mist of a color matching Heavenly Wedding Wine.
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