Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The atmosphere in Duanqingju has been so cold these past few days that it feels like ice crystals are falling out.

Su Chang'an sat cross-legged on the stone bed, wearing an ill-fitting blue robe.

Those are Chen Xuan's clothes.

She had long since thrown away her original cloak. When Chen Xuan went down the mountain to buy women's clothing, he came back with a bunch of bright red and green floral jackets that were so ugly that Su Chang'an almost turned back into a fox and bit him to death on the spot.

In the end, I could only make do with this kid's old clothes for now.

"Drink porridge."

Chen Xuan walked over carrying a porcelain bowl, the steaming spirit rice porridge emitting a fragrant aroma.

Su Chang'an turned her head to the side, leaving him with a cold, indifferent back of her head.

"I won't drink it."

"Are you still angry?"

Chen Xuan sat down by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

"It's been three days."

"You should calm down now."

Su Chang'an suddenly turned his head, his fox-like eyes wide open.

"Three days? You know it's only three days!"

"My reputation, built up over hundreds of years, is completely ruined by your shabby bathhouse!"

"What are they saying outside? They're saying I'm your childhood sweetheart! They're saying I'm a vixen turned enchantress! And they're saying we had a three-hundred-round battle in the pool and even got a child!"

Su Chang'an grew angrier as he spoke, his chest heaving violently.

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She hasn't dared to go out these past few days.

As soon as she showed her face, the outer disciples swarmed around her like they were watching a monkey, their eyes filled with suggestive glances, calling out "Hello, sister-in-law" while actually eyeing her belly.

孽 孽!

Chen Xuan remained expressionless and pushed the spoon forward a little.

Open your mouth.

"I don't……"

"This is made from the bone marrow of a fourth-tier demonic beast, the Crimson Flame Tiger, and contains century-old blood ginseng."

Su Chang'an twitched his nose.

Really fragrant.

She swallowed hard, her pride crumbling instantly in the face of the delicious food.

"Just one sip."

She bit down on the spoon fiercely, as if she were biting into Chen Xuan's flesh.

Chen Xuan looked at her puffed-out cheeks, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

now it's right.

If it's still edible, then there's probably not a big problem.

"After we eat, I'll take you somewhere."

Chen Xuan scooped up another spoonful.

"I'm not going!" Su Chang'an refused vaguely. "I need to stay home and avoid trouble."

"The Library of Scriptures".

Chen Xuan uttered three words calmly.

"That's a sacred site of the sect, containing many unique secret techniques. Perhaps there's a method suitable for breaking the seal."

Su Chang'an stopped chewing.

This kid is actually still thinking about his original body escaping; it wasn't a waste of time to raise him.

At that time...

Hmph, let's hang this unfilial son up and beat him up first, then we'll raid the entire secrets of that Supreme Forgetfulness Sect!

"go!"

Su Chang'an snatched the bowl away and gulped it down in one go.

"Let's go! Let's go now!"

……

The Sutra Repository is located behind the main peak of the Taishang Wangqing Sect.

A nine-story black tower stands alone on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by clouds and mist, with a few cranes flying by from time to time, giving it a somewhat ethereal and otherworldly appearance.

The tower itself exuded a chilling aura; getting close, one could feel the cold seeping into one's bones.

Chen Xuan led Su Chang'an to the front of the tower.

A blind old man sat by the door, reclining in a chair and sunbathing, holding a tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand, idly waving it.

"stop."

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together.

"Token".

Chen Xuan took the jade pendant symbolizing "reaching the top of the list" from his waist and handed it over.

The old man reached out, touched it, and casually tossed it back.

"You may come in."

The palm-leaf fan pointed at Chen Xuan, then turned and pointed at Su Chang'an.

"She can't."

"Those who are not disciples of this sect are not allowed to enter."

Su Chang'an rolled his eyes.

This old man may be blind, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

She currently shows no signs of spiritual energy fluctuations and appears to be just an ordinary girl, yet this old man was able to sense that she wasn't from a sect.

"She is my family member. According to the rules, the top-ranked contestant in the inner sect competition can bring one person in."

Chen Xuan took a step forward, blocking Su Chang'an's path.

"Rules are rules."

The old man remained as deadpan as ever, saying, "Either you go in yourself, or nobody goes in."

Chen Xuan placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

The surrounding air instantly turned cold.

Su Chang'an was startled and quickly grabbed his sleeve.

This unfilial son, why does he always want to draw his sword?

This is the Sutra Repository, and there are countless experts stationed inside. If a fight really breaks out, both of them will die here today.

"Um... old man."

Su Chang'an peeked out from behind Chen Xuan, a signature fake smile plastered on his face. "Could you make an exception? I just want to go in and take a look; I won't do anything."

"I am his... distant cousin. I'm naive and haven't seen much of the world. I want to go in and broaden my horizons."

The old man finally opened his eyes.

Those eyes had no pupils, only whites, which looked quite eerie.

He stared at Su Chang'an for a while, a strange smile curving his lips.

"cousin?"

"Smelling like a vixen, what kind of cousin is she?"

Su Chang'an's smile froze.

Does this old blind man have a nose like a dog?

She had been soaking in the Dragon Transformation Pool for three hours, her bones had been replaced, yet she could still smell it?

Chen Xuan's sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath.

Zheng—

The clear, melodious sound of swords echoed through the empty valley.

"Watch your mouth."

Chen Xuan's voice was chilling, "Say one more word and I'll tear your old bones apart."

The old man sat up straight, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body.

That was the pressure of the Cave Profound Realm.

"Kid, you think you're so great just because you have a little skill?"

The old man sneered, "You're still too green to cause trouble in the Scripture Pavilion."

Just when the two sides were on the verge of fighting.

A gentle voice suddenly descended from the sky.

"What's all the noise about?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to ring directly in people's heads.

The oppressive force that made it hard to breathe vanished without a trace in an instant.

Su Chang'an trembled.

That sound...

She knew it all too well.

The patriarch of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect in the game's storyline.

That old monster who kept the Great Zhou family as a medicinal field, harvesting the Linglong Hearts every three hundred years.

Su Chang'an subconsciously shrank back behind Chen Xuan, his palms sweating profusely.

It’s over.

This time, they really ran into a trap.

A figure slowly emerged from the void.

With white hair and a youthful face, he wore a loose Taoist robe that fluttered in the wind, giving him an air of otherworldly grace and a kind and benevolent expression.

If Su Chang'an hadn't known his background, he would have almost believed the facade of this enlightened master.

"Greetings, Ancestor."

The old man guarding the pavilion hurriedly rolled off the recliner and knelt on the ground to kowtow.

Chen Xuan did not kneel.

He merely bowed slightly, performing a junior's salute, his hand still tightly gripping the sword hilt, protecting Su Chang'an behind him.

The old ancestor ignored the blind old man.

His gaze fell on Chen Xuan, and he nodded approvingly.

"good."

"He's a promising talent."

Then.

His gaze passed over Chen Xuan and landed on Su Chang'an, who was huddled in the back.

That instant.

Su Chang'an felt as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, and his blood seemed to freeze.

She desperately suppressed her fear and murderous intent, lowered her head, and pretended to be a frightened little girl.

The ancestor remained silent.

He just stared at Su Chang'an.

I watched it for a long time.

It was so long that Su Chang'an thought he had been exposed and was preparing to fight to the death.

The old ancestor's expression suddenly changed.

That sense of scrutiny and nostalgia has vanished.

Instead, there is an extremely complex sense of disorientation.

It's like looking at another person through her.

It's like recalling a long-ago event.

"picture……"

The old ancestor muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"They look so alike..."

Su Chang'an's heart skipped a beat.

Who does he look like?

Chen Xuan sensed that something was wrong.

He stepped to the side, completely blocking the ancestor's view.

"Ancestor."

Chen Xuan spoke, interrupting the patriarch's thoughts, "This disciple wishes to bring her into the pavilion for a look."

The old ancestor came to his senses.

He gave Chen Xuan a deep look, then glanced at the silver hair hiding behind him.

His expression returned to that aloof indifference.

"Granted."

With a wave of his sleeve, the patriarch caused the tightly closed doors of the Sutra Repository to burst open.

"Come with me."

After saying that, he turned and stepped into the tower, his back view appearing somewhat desolate.

The blind old man lay on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Chen Xuan sheathed his sword and grasped Su Chang'an's cold hand in return.

"Don't be afraid."

He squeezed her hand gently, conveying his warmth, "I'm here for you."

Su Chang'an looked at that hand.

That silly boy.

He had no idea who he was dealing with.

But now, they're caught in a dilemma.

Su Chang'an took a deep breath and grabbed Chen Xuan's fingers with his other hand.

It's acting, after all.

She's a professional.

"Walk."

Su Chang'an raised his head, his carefree smile returning to his face, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Since you're going to watch it.

Then I'll put on a show for you.

The two followed behind the patriarch and stepped into the gloomy black tower.

The door closed slowly behind me, shutting out the sunlight.

"Like a Dream: A Horrifying Experience in the Library"

A chilling wind blew through the pavilion, and the old ancestor stared blankly.

Intending to slay demons and evil spirits, I suddenly recalled an old dream.

My heart aches, my heart aches.

He threw away a tattered book as a gift.