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In the courtyard where magnolia blossoms dance in the air.

"Thirteenth Brother."

A slightly awkward voice suddenly rang out. A young man in scarlet robes stood outside the corridor, holding a flower spear. His handsome face had eyes as bright as lake water.

The red tassel on the spear reflected the youthful, spirited face.

It's Huachen.

He stood there holding a spear, his voice slightly stiff, "My master just taught me a set of spear techniques, and I want to demonstrate them to Brother Thirteen."

He racked his brains for a long time and finally came up with this way to apologize to Murong Yin.

Murong Yin smiled knowingly and walked out of the corridor. "Alright, go practice in that open space over there. I should see how much you've improved lately."

Although Murong Yin did not understand martial arts, he was well-read and had a strong memory. He understood all the secrets of the world's martial arts.

He sat down in the small pavilion in the courtyard, with Lotus following behind him and standing beside him.

Hua Chen stood straight as a sword in the open space.

He focused his energy into the spear in his hand, and the spear became even brighter as he poured his inner strength into it. The red tassel on the shaft also became more vivid and dazzling, as if it could take flight at any moment.

Suddenly.

With a single movement, his entire set of spear techniques flowed smoothly like clouds and water. Each move was sharp and precise, combining feints and real attacks, advancing and retreating with incredible speed. The powerful spear wind caused the jade flowers on the trees to fall one after another, filling the courtyard.

The young man in scarlet robes, Hua Chen, stood as if amidst flying snow, his red tassel gleaming brightly.

Awakening

night.

Beside the magnolia grove, a lotus flower in white stood silently, her wide, snow-white sleeves swaying gently in the night breeze, fluttering like snowflakes.

In the vast darkness of night.

A snow-white eagle flew over the Qionglin Forest, swiftly and silently swooping down towards the girl in white clothes and black hair at the edge of the forest.

Soon, the snow eagle disappeared into the vast night after landing.

In Lotus's hand, only a piece of snow-white silk remained.

On the silk cloth, there was only a faint line of words.

Array Fixing Item—Nine Kings Jade!

Once the Nine Kings Jade is taken out, the sect leader will break through the formation and arrive. You must leave immediately and leave the Tianshan Snow Sect forever.

—Zhan Yu.

Zhan Yu told her to leave and never return to the Tianshan Snow Gate!

Lotus tightly gripped the silk cloth.

She looked up at the flickering candlelight in the study not far away.

She gently bit her lip, the silk cloth shattering into pieces in her palm, and she finally understood why no one could break the Murong family's Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation!

The key to the Nine Kings Eight Trigrams Formation was none other than the Nine Kings Jade, a supreme treasure of the martial arts world.

To obtain the Nine Kings Jade, one must break the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation of Murong Manor. However, the only way to break this formation is to destroy the object that sets it in place.

Murong Yin actually used the Nine Kings Jadeite as a stabilizing element.

If the formation is broken, the Nine Kings Jadeite will inevitably be destroyed. But if the Nine Kings Jadeite is destroyed, what good will breaking the formation do? In the end, it will only result in mutual destruction and heavy losses for both sides!

Murong Yin had indeed thought things through thoroughly.

The sky is full of stars, and the moon is almost full.

When Lianhua entered the study, a delicate fragrance wafted towards her. Murong Yin was asleep at his desk, his bright yellow robes reflecting a soft, warm glow in the dim candlelight.

Lotus walked over.

She took a long coat from the side and, like the most gentle wife in the world, carefully draped it over him.

The candlelight flickered.

Murong Yin's face was even more handsome and elegant, as pure and clean as a magnolia flower, while his bright and elegant eyebrows faintly shone with a warm, jade-like glow.

On a piece of paper beside the desk was Murong Yin's neat and elegant handwriting.

Lotus flowers bloom in Jiangnan, their red blossoms covering the green water.

Colors are the same, hearts are the same; lotus roots are different, but hearts are not different.

Lotus understood the meaning of this poem.

On the clear waters of summer, lotus flowers bloom in vibrant colors in Jiangnan. Women come by boat to pick lotus flowers, their songs drifting among the reeds, as they pledge their love to their lovers and vow to be together forever.

A sharp, piercing pain suddenly swept through Lotus's heart.

She had memorized these lines of poetry very diligently a long, long time ago, but by the time she had memorized them, the person who taught her to recite poetry was no longer the same person...

She looked at Murong Yin, and he was so similar to the only person she could rely on, as if they were one and the same. Suddenly, her eyes welled up with tears. From the first time she saw him, she did not want to deceive him.

But……