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The sound of the Bangzi reverberated against the damp palace walls as I followed the guidance of the medicinal liquid to split open the Pillars of Coiling Dragons. As layers of dust fell away, the Blacksteel Casket hidden within began to emit a buzzing sound—its frequency gradually syncing with my heartbeat.
In the copper mirror, Lan Wen was crawling along the blood vessels toward the Heart, like an eerie vine taking root beneath my skin. The moment the iron box clicked open, the flickering candlelight transformed into a ghostly blue, and the pages of The Venom Codex inside began to turn on their own, stopping at an illustration of a woman’s Heart blooming into a Blood Eye—exactly mirroring my current situation.
I bit down on a silk handkerchief soaked in ginseng soup, watching as the silver needle from the Imperial Medical Decree glimmered with a ghostly green under the candlelight—this was my seventh failed attempt at acupuncture, and Thousand Mechanisms Tether had already seeped into my Extraordinary Meridians.
“Your Highness, bear with it,” the Old Doctor said, beads of sweat dripping onto the Zitan Vein Pillow as his hand trembled violently while holding the needle. I caught sight of tiny black insects floating in the basin of clear water; at the moment the silver needle pierced the Quchi Acupoint, the entire basin suddenly boiled.
“Step back!” I waved my sleeve and knocked over the copper basin, scalding water splattering onto the Azure Brick floor and corroding it into honeycomb-like holes. A Crimson Centipede sprang from beneath the Old Doctor’s official hat, aiming to leap at my face when it was pinned to the Decorated Gold Screen by a Sleeve Arrow. Zi Juan screamed as she kicked open the medicine chest, and dozens of Poison Scorpions surged out from within.
Outside, the hourglass indicated that it was three quarters past Hai Time, with six hours remaining until the full moon. I tore away my sweat-soaked Inner Garment; Lan Wen had condensed into Southern Liang Kingdom script—an ominous curse: “Heart Eater Forever Falls into the Abyss.”
As midnight’s wild wind burst through the Lattice Window, I stumbled forward to scoop up rainwater from an ice basin. The reflection on the water’s surface suddenly distorted, revealing images from a Previous Life Execution Ground...
When the Executioner’s Ghost Head Blade fell, Lan Wen coiled around my wrist like a venomous snake, entwining itself around the blade. Fragments of memory abruptly reassembled; among the crowd watching that day at Execution Ground, there was clearly a hand adorned with a Liujin Chilong Ring forming seals...
“Bang!”
The Porcelain Pillow shattered against the Vermilion Pillar, and shards of porcelain hung suspended in mid-air. I stared blankly at the frozen Candle Flame and reached out to touch the solidified Wax—Thousand Mechanisms Tether allowed me to glimpse through a rift in time. As Lan Wen spread to my Clavicle, objects in the room began to bizarrely float and spin; shadows cast by the mortar and pestle gradually coalesced into a Wolf Head Human Body Statue.
“Your Highness! Your hand!” Zi Juan trembled as she brought over a copper mirror. The palm of my right hand revealed a Blood-red Vertical Pupil that opened and closed in sync with my Pulse. As my fingertips brushed against Scorched Earth Remnants, those burnt characters astonishingly reappeared under my palm’s gaze: “Third Day of the Third Month, Hour of the Rat, Imperial Ancestral Temple Underground Palace.”
Geng Lou Sheng suddenly thickened like blood; I heard my bones creaking softly like Spring Silkworms Eating Leaves.
I looked again at the sheepskin scroll inscribed with The Venom Codex written in Corpse Oil; when my Blood Eye touched its pages, countless Southern Liang Kingdom curses sprang to life as Serpent Script burrowed into my pupils. In excruciating pain, I saw a man wearing a Bronze Demon Mask nurturing Venom Worms in a Blood Pool; inscribed on his waist pendant was none other than Chu Tiankuo’s Bazi.
At three quarters past Yin Hour, as dawn's first light pierced through window paper, my entire meridian system was already suffused with indigo Lan Wen. Zi Juan cried as she brought over a Medicine Bowl but was thrown back by my surrounding Qi Jin when she got too close—Thousand Mechanisms Tether was transforming this body; my Five Senses were sharp enough to hear ants crawling over Azure Brick outside Hall Three.
“Go fetch the Snow Ginseng that Pei Shaoqing sent two days ago.” I focused on my palm's vertical pupil; it reflected scenes of secret discussions within Consort Shu’s palace. When Zi Juan returned holding a brocade box, I crushed a century-old Snow Ginseng with bare hands; nestled within its ginseng roots was a Transparent Venom Worm that dissolved into Pei Huai Jin's voice: “Midnight, Imperial Ancestral Temple Underground Palace, guided by blood.”
As twilight enveloped everything, I dismissed everyone and walked alone toward the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Thick black water seeped through cracks in the Stone Steps, revealing winding patterns under Blood Eye's gaze. When Midnight's Bangzi struck its hour, I slashed open my Wrist and let blood drip onto Taotie Pattern Door Ring; as Underground Stone Gate thunderously opened, thousands of Human Skin Lanterns ignited simultaneously.
“The princess truly possesses extraordinary talent,” Pei Huai Jin rose from Blood Pool; half his face was covered in Lan Wen like mine. “Thousand Mechanisms Tether is not poison but rather an imprint for candidates of Venom King.” He lifted his robe to reveal a golden vertical pupil at his Heart; “Years ago when Southern Liang Kingdom exterminated your family, it was for Chu Royal Family's Bloodline of Venom King.”
Suddenly, Dungeons shook violently as whirlpools formed in our feet within Blood Pool. Pei Huai Jin pushed me onto a stone platform but became ensnared by chains around his ankles: “Hurry! They’re coming…” Before he finished speaking, eighteen Bronze Coffins exploded simultaneously; men wearing Ghost-faced masks wielded Dripping Blood Curved Blades—their hilts identical to Chilong Ring and Chu Tiankuo’s.
I drew out Zhenhun Sword from Altar behind me; Lan Wen burned its Sword Body with Phoenix Totem. As the first Ghost-faced Man lunged at me, his internal Venom Worm let out a piercing shriek; countless Bloodline burst forth from his seven orifices. Amidst this uncontrollable power surge, I clearly saw each enemy's Mingmen pulsating with blue light—Thousand Mechanisms Tether was turning me into the perfect weapon for slaughter.
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