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As the water splashed against my eyelashes, I crushed the remnants of the Ice Lotus Spell hidden in my sleeve. The shards of Shattered Ice embedded themselves into my palm, reflecting the flickering glow of seventy-two glass lanterns, reminiscent of the day when Xuan Yu lifted Joyful Cloak's veil, causing the Xuanjing Crown to fall from Stardust's grasp.
"Young Mistress, be careful!" The Old Immortal Envoy's Peach Wood Staff crossed behind my waist, its jade-carved tip pressing painfully against my ribs. The boiling Star Sand suddenly solidified into Icicles, pinning the last half of a Hehuan flower petal within the Frost Snow Illusion.
A metallic sweetness surged in my throat as I grasped the trembling Lingdie mark on my wrist. The dark golden patterns crawled along my veins toward my Heart, intertwining with the crimson snake venom that Wang Xuan had sent me last time, forming a thorny totem.
Three months ago, when Xuan Yu taught me the Ice Lotus Spell, he had used Xuan Crystal Hairpin to pry open the wounds on my Lapels that had been scorched by poisonous mist, while Frost Flower coalesced at his Fingertip to suppress the snake venom for me. "The healing arts of Linghuan Fairy Realm are most sensitive to emotional turmoil," he had said then, inserting Xuan Crystal Hairpin into my hair, its icy silk brushing against the snake venom bruises on my neck. "Especially when confronting old matters with an Old Friend."
Now that very hairpin swayed and shimmered in Wang Xuan's cloud-like hair. I brushed aside the Old Immortal Envoy's supporting hand and turned, my wide sleeves trailing a flurry of Frost Flowers across the ground.
The Lingdie mark suddenly erupted with a blinding Golden Gleam, shattering all seventy-two glass lanterns. Before the mirror-like ripples completely dissipated, I caught a glimpse of Xuan Yu and Xuan color's garments fluttering beneath their hems—there was Rouge, a unique alluring pollen from Hehuan flowers that required the heart's blood of dual cultivators for refinement.
The incantation for the Linghuan Illusion Technique crystallized into ice beads at the Tip of my Tongue as I slammed open the sandalwood door carved with intertwined lotuses. The sound of the midnight hour echoed through the Nine Curves Corridor as I rushed past, and as my wrist's Lingdie took flight, its wings tore through the air with a buzzing sound that startled the Soul-Eating Crows lurking outside the Xuanjie barrier.
As I stepped through the moon gate of Linghuan Xian Pavilion, I crushed the seventh Ice Lotus beneath my feet. The bronze bells hanging from the eaves suddenly rang out in unison, startling a green-feathered spirit sparrow resting upon the Liuli Tile.
As those birds brushed their tail feathers against the vermilion Corridor Pillar, they shed fine spirit sand that pieced together an image from three months ago before my eyes. At that time, Xuan Yu held my hand while casting the Ice Lotus Spell; Xuan Jing pressed his finger against my tiger mouth's spiritual vein: "Xuanjie techniques emphasize entering the Dao through emotion. You’re so tense at your Fingertip; it’s almost like Yang Lin’s ruthless sword technique."
My Wrist Bone burned where he gripped it tightly. The moment the Ice Lotus bloomed, he suddenly lowered his head and bit through his own Fingertip.
A Blood Pearl from Rouge fell onto the ice crystal and unexpectedly blossomed into twin Hehuan flowers: "Remember this pattern; if you encounter crimson snake venom in the future..."
At this moment, spiritual energy seeped from the coiling dragon pillar of Linghuan Xian Pavilion, temporarily suppressing the restless dark golden patterns on my wrist. Leaning against a Jadeite wall inscribed with ancient runes, I slowly slid down to sit. The remnants of the Ice Lotus Spell had melted into water, seeping into cracks between blue bricks and giving rise to clusters of luminous white Frost Flowers.
Suddenly, the thousand-faced prism hanging from above began to spin, refracting seventy-two kinds of spiritual light.
In the center, the prism reflected the snake venom bruises on my neck, but the illusion suddenly twisted into the snowy expanse of the Xuanjie Forbidden Land. Wang Xuan stood barefoot on the icy surface, her ankle bells shattering the ice lotus formation I had set up last night.
"Back for more punishment, Young Mistress?"
As a teasing voice echoed from above, I pressed my forehead against the cold jadeite tiles. The multifaceted prism revealed Wang Xuan's water-red hemline sweeping across the forbidden land of Frost and Snow. The ice silk adorned with Xuan Crystal Hairpin in her hair was clearly infused with Xuan Yu's unique ethereal energy.
The soul-requiting incense from Linghuan Xian Pavilion suddenly changed its scent. The ice lotus I summoned with my incantation had not yet taken shape before it was devoured by the hehuan fragrance.
A searing pain erupted from the spirit butterfly mark on my wrist, as dark golden patterns crawled up my neck to my earlobe, coalescing into a Rouge mark at the spot where Xuan Yu had once bitten me to draw blood.
"Did you really think that the ice lotus spell he taught you was a true healing art?" Wang Xuan's phantom passed through the prism, her flowing sleeves brushing past me and scattering hehuan pollen. "Xuanjie secret arts have always been a double-edged sword, just like the spirit butterfly mark he gifted you—"
Her fingertip, stained with carmine, suddenly lunged towards my heart but dissipated into azure smoke upon touching the dark golden patterns.
The celestial map of the twenty-eight constellations on the dome of Linghuan Xian Pavilion suddenly blazed to life, forcing the hehuan fragrance back to the southeast corner where Zhuque resided.
Seizing the opportunity, I bit my tongue and used my essence blood to draw a fragmented ice lotus formation on the jadeite tile. Three months ago, when Xuan Yu taught me this formation, he had cut his palm with Xuan Crystal Hairpin, allowing our blood to merge at its center: "This formation can summon Xuanjie’s moonlight, but if there are flaws in its patterns…"
At that moment, the incomplete formation suddenly inhaled spiritual energy from within the pavilion, and simultaneously, the prism reflected seventy-two fragments of time and space.
I saw the moment on our wedding night when Xuan Yu brushed aside the hehuan curtains; shadows cast by his glabella fell upon his Xuanjing Crown. I witnessed him teleporting away three days ago, his Xuan color cloak sweeping past my begonia-shaped hairline. In the final prism fragment, his fingertip dusted with hehuan pollen gently caressed Wang Xuan's cloud-like hair where my own Xuan Crystal Hairpin should have been.
Suddenly, the ground of Linghuan Xian Pavilion collapsed into a vortex, and seventy-two streams of spiritual light enveloped me as I plunged into an unknown secret realm.
Just before I was engulfed by complete darkness, I caught a whiff of Xuan Yu’s unique Frost and Snow scent lingering on his garments—yet that aroma was now mixed with a sweet and metallic hehuan allure, reminiscent of that day when he taught me the ice lotus spell, where our fingertips and Rouge blood blossomed into twin flowers.
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