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The moonlight refracted off the Frost Armor, casting fragmented Blue Light, as Brother Alger curled up in his Wheelchair, staring at the cracks in his knees.
When Luna tiptoed and pressed the Crystal Baby Bottle to his lips, she caught a whiff of the decaying scent wafting from the Magic Rune Disk—it was the Bone Devouring Curse recorded in the original book. If left unchecked, his Twin Legs would turn into Ice Shards in three days.
"Look, brother!" Little Luna suddenly pressed her jam-covered finger onto the center of the Magic Pattern. The Silver Spoon clinked against the Wheelchair Armrest. "The tears of the Frost Dragon need to flow with Moonlight Grass!" Alger's pupils dilated as he recalled passing by Father's Study that morning, where Leonard was indeed pouring Moonlight Grass Juice into the Gilded Bottle sent from the Eastern Realm.
A burning sound suddenly emitted from the Light Spot on Ian's Collarbone, prompting Luna to quickly yank the Pearl Tassel from Qin Si's hair.
As the third pearl rolled into the Light Spot, Little Luna intentionally knocked over her lemon tea, watching as the water stains meandered across the Ground, forming the outline of the Southern Border Black Market map from the original book. "The bad friend’s drink needs to be poured into the desert Scorpion's tail."
"But..." Ian rubbed at the Blood Pearl seeping from his Collarbone when Luna suddenly grabbed his finger and pressed it against the pearl's surface.
As the Blood Pearl was absorbed by Shan Na, both of them simultaneously saw an illusion of their dear friend trading with a Black Market Merchant—the Silver Wine Pot concealed a Soul Devouring Insect Egg at its bottom.
Brother San Cyril's Ashen Rose suddenly began to wilt, and Luna dove into his embrace, nibbling on that rose.
When her Milk Tooth bit through the seventh petal, Obsidian Powder hidden within fell in a flurry. "Brother's Magic Circle needs to be filled with seven stars!" Little Luna drooled as she drew a Beidou formation on the table. Cyril suddenly realized that those star positions could effectively disrupt Father’s usual elemental flow Track.
As moonlight shifted over the Fountain Pool, all three young men stood up simultaneously.
Alger’s Wheelchair Armrest suddenly crystallized into an Ice Crystal Butterfly, while Ian’s Collarbone Light Spot floated with Alya's Pearl Barrier, and Cyril's rose bloomed with Xing Hui.
They watched Milk Dumpling tugging at a beast’s whiskers, oblivious to Luna stealthily kicking her little shoes dusted with Obsidian Powder into the flower bushes.
"Madam!" Qin Si's trembling voice startled a nightingale resting on the Window Lattice.
The maid clutched a Secret Letter sent from the Eastern Realm battlefield; on the Parchment was a vivid depiction of Leonard embracing a Red-Haired Woman in a Magic Reflection.
Aelia’s Silver Scissors trimming roses suddenly fell to the ground, their sharp blades severing her most cherished Moonstone Necklace.
Twenty-six years ago, the vow made on their wedding night echoed in her ears, when Leonard summoned the Starry River Waterfall for her with his Scepter.
Aelia suddenly recalled the stormy night three months ago, when her husband claimed he was checking the border barrier but returned with Leonard's Cloak, which was scented with Iris Fragrance—unique to the Eastern Realm, blooming only by Lover's Spring.
"Prepare the horses." Aelia tore off her broken necklace, and the Moonstone Shards in her palm formed a Tracking Array.
As the array revealed that Leonard was currently at the Underground Altar, she waved her skirt and shattered the entire Rose Window.
When the stench of blood wafted from deep within the altar, Leonard was inserting his Scepter into the Projection of the Contract of the Covenant. "Explain." The shards of moonlight she flung together formed a Magic Diagnosis Report showing an Eastern Realm woman pregnant. The Xing Huo on Leonard's Staff suddenly surged but extinguished completely upon touching Aelia's tears.
"That child... can inherit the true Dragon Clan Bloodline." Leonard's gaze swept over the dragon egg hatching array in the center of the altar, and Aelia suddenly let out a cold laugh.
She waved her Wedding Ring to summon a Memory Light Screen—twenty years ago, he had personally arranged a Defensive Formation for their premature daughter Luna, saying, "Our daughter is the most precious Bloodline."
As Aelia crushed her Wedding Ring to release a Soul Contract, Leonard finally fell to his knees.
The twelve stone pillars surrounding the altar exploded one after another, hiding Ankeli's Marriage Certificate Copy as it turned to ash. "You will destroy the Magic Castle..." His roar was interrupted by Aelia's shattered Scepter and Crown. Among the flying Obsidian Fragments, neither noticed a shard stained with Luna's Milk Fragrance quietly drifting toward Third Young Master Lucius's Training Ground.
As the moonlight completely sank into Xi Huang, the repaired Frost Armor reflected Alger's stern Lucius.
He stroked the newly formed Frost Thorn Pattern on the Wheelchair Armrest and suddenly remembered his father's special reminder last month to practice a Defensive Formation—those positions could perfectly seal off the Escape Route of the Glorious Demon Fortress.
The starry sky reflected in the Fountain Pool twisted for a moment, as if a pair of youthful eyes were burning in the shadows.
From the direction of the Training Ground came the sound of a longsword slicing through the night wind, carrying a suppressed heat that was ready to explode, like Xing Huo waiting for dawn’s first light.
As the wooden stakes at the Training Ground cracked open their seventh Gap under moonlight, Lucius suddenly sheathed his sword.
The wound on the young man's earlobe, where the scab had just formed, felt slightly hot—fragments of black obsidian had penetrated the protective barrier during the earlier strike, leaving burn marks in the shape of dragon scales on his skin.
"It’s time for the Third Young Master Lucius to have a late-night snack." The servant's hands trembled as he held the silver plate, the dining knife clinking against the porcelain dish with a delicate sound.
Lucius caught sight of the frost that had formed at the bottom of the plate and suddenly remembered that earlier this morning, as he passed by his father's study, the door that had never been opened to him was slightly ajar. The scent of dragon's blood incense mixed with the unique aroma of magical iris from the Eastern Realm wafted through the gap.
Jian Feng scraped across the crystal plate, producing a piercing sound, and Lucius abruptly lifted half-congealed cream with the tip of his sword.
The milky white liquid traced an eerie arc through the air, coincidentally aligning perfectly with the defensive formation his father had taught him yesterday.
The young man's pupils constricted as he felt a sudden burn on his palm from the family crest on the hilt of his sword. He recalled how his mother used to say while teaching him swordsmanship: "The sword of the Glorious Demon Fortress always points towards traitors."
When Luna was carried to the East Tower by Qin Si, moonlight streamed through the shattered rose window of the dome.
The milk dumpling pretended to grab at floating shards of colored glass but actually pressed her small hand, dusted with obsidian powder, against the dark pattern of the window lattice.
A faint golden radiance flowed along an ancient magic rune, illuminating the lingering blood mist in the altar's secret chamber below.
"Miss, be careful!" Qin Si hurriedly stepped back two paces, giving Luna a chance to smear her saliva on the maid's neck over her pearl necklace.
As the third pearl began to emit a blue light, the residual magical fluctuation in Milk Dumpling's mind suddenly took form—Leonard's staff inserted into the location marked by the Contract of the Covenant was precisely where the original records indicated the eye of the Dragon Blood Oath formation.
Alger's wheelchair rolled over the ninth lapis lazuli tile in the corridor when suddenly, frost armor emitted a buzzing sound.
He lowered his gaze to see new frost thorn patterns emerging on the armrest. Suddenly aware, he realized these patterns mirrored his father's defensive formation taught last month.
The wheelchair armrest crashed heavily against a long head on the wall relief, causing Ankeli to drop a scroll depicting a magic castle and escape route.
"Does Big Brother need Hot Milk?" Ian's fingers turned white as he held the Silver Flask, ripples appearing at Alya's Pearl Barrier on his collarbone.
Cyril caught the scent of desert scorpion tail grass lingering on his brother's sleeve and suddenly thrust the Ashen Rose into the Silver Flask.
As frost collided with Xing Huo in the pot, the Magical Projection emerging from the pot's wall revealed a scene of Father trading with a merchant from the Eastern Realm.
Luna kicked her little feet in the Cradle, her Crystal Pacifier clinking against her teeth with a crisp sound.
The three brothers turned their heads simultaneously, seeing moonlight weave a starry net around the Milk Dumpling through the shattered flower window.
Alger's Ice Crystal Butterfly suddenly flew toward Luna, striking her Rattle and creating a Seven-pointed Star pattern—the very key formation to dispel the Bone Devouring Curse from the original text.
"Father is at the Training Ground." Lucius's raspy voice startled a Night Owl resting on the chandelier.
The boy's fingers, gripping the sword hilt, turned pale as the moonstone woven by Mother on Jian Sui began to heat up.
He kicked aside a black Obsidian shard that had rolled to his feet and suddenly swung his sword, shattering the Dragon Scale Armor that Father had gifted him just yesterday.
Aelia stood at the edge of the Stargazing Platform, a Wedding Ring Fragment suspended in her palm, reassembling itself.
As the seventh fragment returned to its place, she suddenly saw the reflection of Lover's Spring from the Eastern Realm hidden within the Starry River Waterfall from twenty-six years ago on her wedding night.
The Duchess snapped the silver chain binding her hair, and Moonstone Powder that fell among her locks began to coalesce into the shape of a Judgment Sword in midair.
"Mother!" Lucius's call surged through the air, carrying with it a blade of energy.
The bottle of Blood Wine from the Eastern Realm that Jian Feng held aloft was precisely the "cultivation aid potion" Father had sent this morning.
Aelia lightly tapped the bottle, and the crimson liquid suddenly evaporated into mist, forming a magical image of a woman from the Eastern Realm with a protruding abdomen in the air.
Luna let out a loud sneeze, prompting Qin Si to hurriedly wrap her in a swaddling cloth embroidered with a calming talisman.
Taking advantage of the moment, the Milk Dumpling smeared saliva, still tinged with remnants of the magic potion, on the inside of the swaddling cloth. The light gold traces quietly formed the "Bloodline Purification Spell" recorded in the original book.
When the moonlight shifted to a specific angle, this unexpectedly formed magic circle would be reflected on Lucius's training outfit for tomorrow.
From deep within the cellar came the muffled sound of an oak barrel bursting. The old butler stared at the suddenly frozen grapevine, recalling Lord's order last month to expand the West Dungeon.
The maids exchanged terrified glances as they discovered while cleaning the hall that all corners of the murals depicting Family Glory had new dark red dragon blood talismans added.
"In three days, it will be Lunar Eclipse Night." Cyril crushed the fingertip of Xing Hui, watching as Ashen Rose grew wildly under the moonlight.
A pearl at Ian's collarbone suddenly oozed blood, drawing coordinates of the Eastern Black Market on the ground.
Alger maneuvered his wheelchair over the blood pearl pattern, and sparks flew from the friction between his frost armor and the ground, igniting a soul-devouring insect egg hidden in the floor tile gap.
In her sleep, Luna smacked her lips as the scent of milk mixed with obsidian powder wafted around her cradle.
As the night owl swooped past the windowsill for the fifth time, Milk Dumpling rolled over and unintentionally kicked the dark compartment of the cradle—inside lay a gold coin stained with milk, its front engraved with the dragon clan emblem of the Eastern Royal Family, while its back retained traces of Lover's Spring's magical fluctuation.
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