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The sword tip lightly flicked, and a strand of black hair fell from the side of Yun Che's head. Amidst the laughter surrounding him, he lowered his gaze to the reflection in the pond—on Liu Feng Jian's sword tassel, there still hung the safety knot he had personally woven years ago.
"Why must Senior Brother Lin Zhao make things difficult for him?" A clear female voice broke through the clamor. A girl in a pink dress walked over, her sleeves embroidered with golden thread depicting inner sect patterns. "The Sect Master detests it most when disciples harm one another; if this escalates to the Discipline Hall..."
Lin Zhao's expression shifted slightly as he sheathed his sword. "Ning Shimei is joking; I was merely testing this waste's reaction." He stepped on Yun Che's hand that was pressed against the ground, lowering his voice. "You, the pup of the Yun Family, your father begged on his knees for mercy, yet you seem much tougher than he ever was."
Yun Che's fingers cracked audibly, but he noticed Ning Shishi sliding a jade token from her sleeve—it was the Tian Xuan Ling, a mark of inner sect elites.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Ning, for coming to my aid," he spoke hoarsely, feeling a surge of blood rise in his throat.
At midnight, in the servant quarters' firewood room, Yun Che curled up on a straw mat, his palm bearing a wound cut by an iron sword. Moonlight streamed through the broken window onto the jade pendant resting on his chest; within its green cracks, bloodlight flickered ominously.
—This was the only relic his father had given him on the night of the Yun Family's massacre.
"Che'er... even in death, protect it..."
In his memory, his father was pierced through the chest by sword energy, blood splattering onto the jade pendant. Suddenly, it became scorching hot!
Yun Che bolted upright in shock, seeing blood threads seeping from the cracks as if they were alive, tracing eerie patterns across his skin.
A sharp pain exploded from his heart, as if countless steel needles were stabbing through his veins.
"Ah—"
He rolled off the mat and knocked over a water bucket. Cold water splashed onto his back but could not extinguish the burning pain within him.
The door to the firewood room was flung open by a gust of wind, revealing a figure clad in white leaning against the doorframe.
"Learning to bark like a dog in the middle of the night? Disturbing people's dreams," Xiao Qingli said sleepily while holding Fu Mo Qin. "Oh? Have you gone mad?"
Yun Che curled into a ball as the pain spread up to his neck.
Xiao Qingli's gaze flickered slightly as her fingers plucked at the strings of her zither. "If a servant from Lingxiao Pavilion goes mad, they must be executed on the spot..."
Zheng!
The sound blade grazed past Yun Che's ear, severing another strand of black hair.
He instinctively rolled away, feeling the fluctuations of Xing Wen within him, and the pain lessened slightly.
"Interesting," Xiao Qingli said as she sat cross-legged, placing Fu Mo Qin across her knees. "Keep dodging; if you can't escape, you'll die."
As the Requiem began, sound waves formed an invisible cage. Yun Che was forced into a corner, and in a moment of desperation, he unleashed a counterattack, unexpectedly resonating with Qin Yin!
"Is this... Tian Gang Step Technique?" Xiao Qingli raised an eyebrow, her fingers suddenly moving faster. "How could a mere servant possess my sect's secret technique?"
Unaware of the intricacy of his movements, Yun Che felt Xing Wen guiding his body to evade. When the last sound symbol fell, he found himself inexplicably close to Xiao Qingli, his palm with Xing Wen aimed directly at her throat!
Fu Mo Qin reacted instinctively to protect its master, sending him flying with a powerful tremor of its seven strings. Xiao Qingli brushed her fingers over the blood mark on her neck, a strange light flickering in her eyes. "You have something I want."
Yun Che crashed into a pile of firewood as Xing Wen gradually faded away. Xiao Qingli tossed him a bottle of pills. "Take one each day; it will suppress the evil energy within you."
"Why are you saving me?" he asked, gripping the bottle tightly.
"Saving you?" Xiao Qingli chuckled lightly. "I'm saving myself." She pointed at Yun Che's chest. "That Blood Pattern resonates with Fu Mo Qin; if you die, my life-bound artifact will be damaged as well."
The sound of drums echoed from outside as she gracefully stood up. "Tomorrow at the hour of the pig, meet me at the forbidden area on the back mountain. If you dare not come..."
Fu Mo Qin suddenly hummed ominously, and Yun Che's sleeve tore apart in response, revealing the Xing Wen brand on his wrist.
"I will sell your secret to the Discipline Hall."
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