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Seeing his appearance, Yanfei's suspicions deepened.

That momentary resonance was something a mentally challenged child could never achieve.

Without making a sound, she intensified the probing with her divine sense, and the flame in her palm suddenly grew larger by an inch, and the temperature also rose a few degrees.

Qin Chuan frowned, as if he had been burned, and abruptly withdrew his hand.

The Wenling Fire lost its support and swayed in the air, about to go out. But he subconsciously raised his hand and gathered it up. A weak wave of air surged from his palm and actually held the fire in mid-air.

The action was so fast it was almost instinctive. He was stunned when he finished, and then, as if terrified, he covered his face and shrank to the corner of the bed, trembling.

Yan Fei suddenly stood up, her eyes flashing with shock under the halo of light.

That was no coincidence! The air current that supported the flames was weak, but it carried pure fire elemental attributes, and was of the same origin as her Warm Spirit Fire!

This child unconsciously grasped the rudiments of "fire control"?

"Young master, don't be afraid." She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and walked over, her voice carrying a hint of urgency that she herself didn't realize. "You did very well just now, why don't you try again?"

Qin Chuan buried his head in his knees, refusing to lift his head no matter what.

Just then, the palace doors were pushed open, and Ying Zheng, dressed in a black robe, walked in. Seeing the scene inside, he frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Brother Zheng..." Qin Chuan immediately rushed over and hugged Ying Zheng's waist, his voice trembling with tears, "Fire... can fly..."

Ying Zheng patted his back to comfort him, and looked at Yan Fei with a scrutinizing gaze: "Your Highness Dongjun, Chuan Di is still young. If the magic is too mysterious, then let's wait and see."

Yan Fei looked at the back of Qin Chuan's head buried in Ying Zheng's arms, and the eagerness in her eyes slowly settled into a kind of unwavering determination.

She bowed slightly: "I was too hasty. Young master is exceptionally talented, but his temperament is still unsettled and needs to be guided slowly."

She paused, then changed the subject:

"However, Your Highness, the young master can now unconsciously control the Wenling Fire, which is an excellent sign. If we can obtain a copy of the 'Initial Explanation of the Li Fire' from the Scripture Pavilion and guide him, he will surely regain most of his mental clarity within three months."

It's the Buddhist Library again.

Ying Zheng's gaze darkened.

In recent days, he had already sent people to investigate the Yin-Yang School and learned that the Hidden Dharma Pavilion was a forbidden area of ​​the Yin-Yang School, and the secret manuals stored there were all secrets that were not passed down.

Yan Fei mentioned it repeatedly, and her meaning was already quite clear.

"We'll discuss this later," he replied casually, helping Qin Chuan up. "Brother Chuan, Brother Zheng brought some malt candy, would you like to try some?"

Qin Chuan nodded immediately, like a soothed little animal, and obediently followed Ying Zheng outside.

As he passed by Yan Fei, his peripheral vision quickly swept over the tortoise shell on the table. The patterns on it twisted and flowed in the firelight, and they vaguely matched a certain array diagram that he had analyzed in his mind.

Yanfei watched his retreating figure, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the tortoise shell on the table.

What lies deep within this child's soul? Beneath that seemingly foolish exterior, are there eyes that see through everything?

She suddenly remembered the divination she had performed the previous night—a red dragon lies hidden in the abyss, a spark about to ignite; only when it encounters the fire of Li will the true dragon be revealed.

Could it be... that this divination refers to the mentally challenged boy in front of us?

The wind outside the hall swirled up fallen leaves, which rustled against the window frames.

Looking at the flickering candlelight on the table, Yan Fei began to waver for the first time regarding Donghuang Taiyi's instructions.

Perhaps, carving this rough jade into a powerful tool for the Yin-Yang School is not the only option.

Meanwhile, Ying Zheng, holding Qin Chuan's hand, walked along the corridor and suddenly whispered, "Brother Chuan, if you don't like Yan Fei's magic, I won't let her come."

Qin Chuan shook his head, put the candy Ying Zheng gave him in his mouth, and mumbled, "It's warm...not hot anymore."

Ying Zheng looked at his bewildered expression and sighed inwardly. Although he was wary of the Yin-Yang School, he also hoped that his brother Chuan would recover.

Perhaps, as Yanfei suggested, we should borrow the "Initial Explanation of Li Huo" from the Zangfa Pavilion and give it a try?

Unbeknownst to him, the boy beside him, with a candy in his mouth, was looking through the corridor window toward the palace where the Yin-Yang School was staying, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Initial Explanation of the Fire Separation"? This is only the beginning.

What he wanted was the key to the entire Buddhist canon.

As for Dongjun Yanfei, she's likely to suffer a significant setback because of his "foolish" appearance.

A few scattered osmanthus blossoms had opened under the eaves, their fragrance delicate. Qin Chuan licked the sugar stains from the corner of his lips and suddenly felt that life in Xianyang Palace was becoming more and more interesting.

The matter of the Zangfa Pavilion was like a fine thorn, stuck in the air of Xianyang Palace. Every afternoon, Consort Yan would come to "instruct" Qin Chuan, but it was more like a silent game of strategy than instruction.

She taught him the most basic breathing techniques of the Yin-Yang School, her fingertips gathering various kinds of spiritual energy as she demonstrated the flow of energy before his eyes.

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is divided into seven elements: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, yin and yang. Young master, try to discern the aura of the Fire of Li?"

Qin Chuan sat on the couch, holding the jade ball given to him by Ying Zheng in his hand, his eyes blankly watching the flame dancing on her fingertips. "Red...it's beautiful."

Yan Fei patiently guided him: "Feel it with your heart, not with your eyes. Fire is extremely yang, containing a scorching intent." As she spoke, she sent a very faint wisp of fire-elemental spiritual energy to his brow.

This time, Qin Chuan did not dodge.

The moment the spiritual energy touched his brow, the deductions deep within his sea of ​​consciousness exploded.

The frequency, purity, and even the subtle emotions contained within that wisp of fire-elemental spiritual energy were as clear as the lines on one's palm.

He deliberately hesitated for a moment before leaning back as if he had been burned, covering his forehead and grinning foolishly: "Hot...like the summer sun in Handan."

A strange light flashed in Yan Fei's eyes.

For an ordinary person to sense spiritual energy for the first time and be able to perceive its temperature is already quite remarkable, but he was able to associate it with specific images.

She suppressed her excitement and slowed her speech: "Yes, that's the kind of heat. Try to grasp it with your mind, like grasping a falling leaf."

Qin Chuan frowned, gesturing wildly as if trying to grab something from thin air, but always pulling his hand back just before touching it, causing the maids behind Yan Fei to lower their heads and chuckle.

Only Yan Fei observed carefully. Every time he withdrew his hand, a barely perceptible crimson light would flash across his fingertips—a sign that the spiritual energy of the Li Fire was being activated.

This isn't stupidity, it's a disguise.

The idea became clearer and clearer, which only made Yanfei more and more excited.

A genius who knows how to conceal his talents is more valuable than a rough gem that is always on display.

She even began to suspect that this "foolishness" was a scheme deliberately set up by the King of Qin. But seeing Ying Zheng's cautious and protective manner every time he came to visit, it didn't seem fake.

"Your Excellency Dongjun, let's stop here for today."

Ying Zheng's voice rang out at the palace gate. He had just finished dealing with state affairs, and his black court robes still had a little dust on them.

Yan Fei withdrew her spiritual energy, turned around and bowed: "Your Highness, Prince Qin. Young Master has already made progress today. If he could obtain the assistance of 'Initial Understanding of the Fire of Separation', his progress would surely double."

It's "The Initial Explanation of Li Huo" again.

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, stepped forward and pulled Qin Chuan to his side: "Brother Chuan is tired, let's discuss this another day."

Qin Chuan immediately leaned in, burying her face in his shoulder like a docile cat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Yan Fei watching his back, her gaze in the halo of light complex—there was regret, inquiry, and a hint of... the interest of meeting a worthy opponent.

A slight thought stirred within him.

This Lord of the East seems to be more perceptive than he thought.

A few days later, Yan Fei brought a crimson spirit crystal, about the size of a fist, with blazing flames flowing inside.

"This is the Fire Marrow Crystal of Southern Xinjiang, containing pure Fire Spiritual Energy. Young Master, wearing it close to your body day and night may help you sense the Fire Element Source more quickly."

As she handed it over, her fingertips deliberately brushed against Qin Chuan's palm. A warm sensation came through, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible, spiritual energy probing him.

Qin Chuan withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, and the spirit crystal fell to the ground with a "plop," but he just kept grinning foolishly, as if it were some kind of fun toy.

Yan Fei bent down to pick it up, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over his wrist—where there should have been thin calluses left from years of labor, but now it was smooth and delicate, completely inconsistent with his identity as a "foolish hostage."

Her fingers paused, and she looked up at Qin Chuan. The boy was staring at her with innocent eyes, his long eyelashes casting soft shadows under his eyelids.

"Your Highness," Consort Yan said, her voice now calm as she rose, "Fire Marrow Crystals are only effective when worn close to the skin. Perhaps we should have a maid tie it around the young master's neck?"

Ying Zheng was watching Qin Chuan play with the pebbles on the ground when he heard this, and nodded: "Alright."

A maid brought a red string and tied the fire marrow crystal into a pendant. Qin Chuan reluctantly put it on and reached out to pull it off, but Ying Zheng stopped him: "Wear it, it's good for your health."

He had no choice but to give up, but when no one was looking, he lightly scratched the crystal surface with his fingernail.

Extremely fine cracks appeared, which only he could perceive. A wisp of fire-spirit energy, thinner than a hair, was seeping out along the cracks and being silently absorbed by his skin.

Although the spiritual energy within this Fire Marrow Crystal is pure, it is mixed with the miasma of the Southern Frontier, which is perfect for concealing one's true nature.

He needed to show Yanfei that he was "slowly" absorbing spiritual energy but "unable" to purify it, thus proving the necessity of "Initial Understanding of Li Huo".

Sure enough, that very night, Consort Yan requested an audience with Ying Zheng again, her words earnest and sincere:

"Young Master absorbs the spiritual energy of the Fire Marrow Crystal far faster than ordinary people, but the miasma in his body is also accumulating. If this continues, it may damage his lungs and internal organs. The 'Initial Understanding of the Separating Fire' contains a method for purification. I implore Your Highness to reconsider!"

Ying Zheng looked out at the deep night and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't that he wasn't tempted; it was just that the Yin-Yang School's appetite was too great. He had a vague feeling that once the door to the Hidden Dharma Pavilion was opened, it would be like releasing an untamed beast.

"Let me think about it some more." That was his final statement.

When Consort Yan left, she passed by Qin Chuan's bedroom and saw that the light was still on inside the window.

The boy was sitting on the couch, playing with the Fire Marrow Crystal in his hand. Moonlight shone through the window and fell on his face, half bright and half dark. His silly grin had disappeared, and his eyes were deep as if they held the stars.

She paused, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of her lips under the halo of light.

This game is getting more and more interesting.

Qin Chuan, lying on the couch, was also smiling as he traced the cracks on the Fire Marrow Crystal with his fingertips.

He could sense that Ying Zheng's defenses were crumbling, and Yan Fei's curiosity had been piqued to the extreme.

In a few days, when the miasma accumulates in the body to a "dangerous" level, the "Initial Explanation of Li Huo" will arrive uninvited.

As for that Lord Dong...

He looked down at the Fire Marrow Crystal in his palm, feeling the pure Fire Spiritual Energy within it, and suddenly realized that having a sharp opponent was indeed much more interesting than deducing things alone.

The wind outside the window carried the fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, with a touch of autumnal crispness.

Qin Chuan placed the Fire Marrow Crystal against his chest, closed his eyes, and began to analyze the characteristics of the miasma in his mind.

This is not only for disguise, but also for the purpose of one day in the future, to completely control the power that the Yin-Yang School is so proud of.

The doors to the Buddhist Library will be open soon.