夜色像墨水一样浓稠.林家仆人宿舍的茅草屋顶在风中呻吟.林逸蜷缩在一堆发霉的干草中,手指抚摸着破烂不堪的"玄灵经"上新出现的文字:"当九重天出现,血印融合时,真相就会大白.他的目光不由自主地落在眉间"破经印记"散发出来的淡淡的深红色光芒上——那天早些时候让三长老因恐惧而脸色苍白的印记是一样的.The faint clicking of the roof tiles froze his blood. Spiritual energy instinctively rushed into his meridians, and the warning of the Broken Meridian Mark pierced like a needle. Lin Yi grabbed the wooden staff he had used in the training ground and pressed tightly against the wall, his eyes fixed on the creaking door.
The rotten wooden door groaned open, bringing in a cold wind tinged with the metallic sweetness. Three shadowy figures slipped in like ghosts. The leader's scimitar emitted a poisonous green light, and its snake pattern wriggled vividly in the dark. "Boy," a malicious voice rasped, "you should know better than to cross those you shouldn't."
Lin Yi's knuckles turned white around the staff. His heartbeat roared in his ears. With a roar, he charged forward, the staff whistling towards the throat of the assassin on the far left. The shadow dodged effortlessly, and a dagger flashed. Lin Yi fell backward, crashing into a bookshelf where broken pottery fell. Golden spiritual energy shimmered around him, activating the teachings of the scripture.
The assassin on the far right lashed out like a viper, the blade aimed at his heart. Lin Yi twisted aside and kicked the attacker's chest, sending him crashing into the wall. But the leader had been waiting. His scimitar sliced an unnatural arc through the air, screaming as it descended. Lin Yi barely raised the staff in time. The impact numbed his arm, and the vibration made his teeth rattle.
The blades rained down like a storm. Lin Yi's body became a canvas of cuts, and his spiritual energy drained rapidly. Just as the darkness threatened to claim him, a clear birdcall sliced through the night—the signal. He summoned the most obscure technique of the psychic scripture, condensing the golden energy into a blazing sphere between his palms. "Go!" The projectile exploded with a shockwave, winning precious time to unbolt the door.
Outside, Su Yao danced between two black-clothed figures, her Frost Blade Twin Flowers scattering glistening shards. There was a cut on her cheek, but her eyes burned with steely determination. "Hurry up!" she shouted, a cold whirlwind forcing the pursuers back. They stood back to back, Lin Yi's staff now shining like molten gold, while Su Yao's blades summoned an ice dragon from the swirling mist.
The enemies' energy intertwined, retreated, creating strange harmonic vibrations. As distant footsteps echoed in the night, the assassins vanished into smoke with curses. Su Yao's blades dimmed as she turned, a flicker of worry crossing her icy demeanor. "Alive?" she snapped, throwing a medicine bottle.
"Barely," Lin Yi caught it with a pained smile. Warmth bloomed in his chest, and he looked away, blushing as he saw her do the same. This once unattainable genius now seemed... different.
Later, alone in his room, Lin Yi studied the medicine bottle, the memory of their resonating energy lingering. The Broken Meridian Mark throbbed slightly. He knew the truth behind his family's downfall was getting closer—and with it, greater danger. But whether facing the Shadow Blades or clan intrigues, he would rise. For honor. For truth. For the girl whose frost now burned warmer than any flame.