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He recalled the small figure huddled in a corner of a cold alley in Handan, and the timid yet stubborn eyes that held him back in Xianyang when he was brought back.

His younger brother from Sichuan has finally grown up and knows how to protect his older brother.

"You want to protect Brother Zheng?"

Ying Zheng's tone softened, and he reached out to ruffle his hair:

"The Kezangfa Pavilion is dangerous. It contains not only ancient texts but also numerous restrictions set up by the Yin-Yang School. A slight mistake could damage one's soul."

“Sister Yanfei said she would protect me.” Qin Chuan immediately looked up, his eyes shining again. “She said I was born with a fire elemental spirit body, and the restrictions of the Hidden Law Pavilion are like a thin sheet of paper to me.”

Ying Zheng remained silent.

He knew perfectly well what Yanfei was planning.

Sending Chuan Di into the Tibetan Dharma Pavilion to learn the core secrets of the Yin-Yang School is undoubtedly sending this promising talent into the trap of the Yin-Yang School.

But looking into Chuan Di's expectant eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say no.

He had noticed the changes in his younger brother Chuan in recent days.

No longer like when they first came back, they huddled in a corner all day. They started laughing, making noise, and even taking the initiative to say they wanted to learn something.

All of this is inseparable from Yan Fei's guidance. If he can truly recover completely with the help of the scriptures in the Dharma Pavilion...

"Brother Zheng?" Qin Chuan gently tugged at his sleeve, like a spoiled little animal.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening: "You can go, but only if you meet three conditions, Brother Zheng."

Qin Chuan immediately nodded: "Don't even mention three, I'd agree to three hundred!"

“First,” Ying Zheng held up one finger, “you are only allowed to look at the outside of the Library of Laws, and you are not allowed to step into the core area.”

"Secondly, Consort Yan must stay by your side at all times. If you lose even a single hair, I will hold her responsible."

"Third, seven days at most. After seven days, whatever you have learned, you must return immediately."

These three conditions both gave Chuan Di an opportunity and allowed him to firmly maintain the initiative.

Although the peripheral texts are not as precious as the core ones, they are still sufficient for his current studies.

Having Yanfei accompany them serves both as protection and surveillance.

A seven-day time limit would minimize the influence of the Yin-Yang School on him.

Qin Chuan blinked and nodded vigorously: "I'll listen to whatever Brother Zheng says!"

His silly grin was dazzling, but his mind was racing with calculations.

With his comprehension, even a single glance would be enough for him to deduce the core essence.

A seven-day time limit? That's enough.

Ying Zheng looked at him like this and sighed inwardly. In the end, he still softened.

But he believed in his judgment; Chuan Di was no ordinary person, and even if he entered the Dharma Pavilion, he might not be assimilated by the Yin-Yang School.

Perhaps... this is an opportunity to infiltrate the Yin-Yang School.

"I will personally negotiate with Donghuang Taiyi on this matter." Ying Zheng stood up, picked up the tiger tally on the table, and said, "You go back and rest first. We will set off early tomorrow morning."

"Mmm!" Qin Chuan replied, turned and ran out, but turned back at the door and gave Ying Zheng a silly smile, "Brother Zheng is the best!"

Watching his joyful figure disappear into the distance, Ying Zheng shook his head helplessly, his expression turning serious.

He walked to the window and looked in the direction of the Yin-Yang School's residence, where the lights were also on, like a pair of prying eyes.

This game has only just begun.

Meanwhile, Qin Chuan had just returned to his bedchamber when he saw Consort Yan sitting at her desk waiting for him.

She changed into a plain-colored ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), without the hair ornaments, and her aura became much fainter, less aloof and more down-to-earth.

She looked up at him, a hint of barely perceptible expectation in her eyes.

Qin Chuan nodded, the silly grin still lingering on his face: "Brother Zheng agreed, he'll let me stay outside the Zangfa Pavilion for seven days."

A flicker of surprise crossed Yan Fei's eyes, quickly replaced by worry: "While the outer perimeter of the Hidden Dharma Pavilion isn't as dangerous as the core, it still has many troublesome restrictions. Especially the 'Heart-Burning Array,' once triggered, it will stir up the deepest, most terrifying memories in your heart... You..."

"I'm not afraid." Qin Chuan interrupted her, his tone filled with youthful certainty. "With Sister Yanfei here, I'm not afraid of anything."

As he said this, his eyes shone brightly as he looked at her, reflecting the lamplight and her silhouette.

Yan Fei's heart skipped a beat for no reason. She quickly looked away and picked up a brocade bag from the table: "This is a 'fire-avoiding pearl.' Wearing it will protect you from most fire-based restrictions."

Qin Chuan took it and obediently put it around his neck. The beads felt cool and comfortable against his chest.

"Thank you, Sister Yanfei."

"We'll depart at dawn tomorrow. Don't be late." Yan Fei stood up, and as she walked to the door, she suddenly turned back. "Don't practice magic tonight. Get plenty of rest."

"Know it."

The palace doors closed, and Yanfei stood under the eaves, touching her burning cheeks, her heart in turmoil.

She originally only wanted to use the books in the Library of Law to win over this gifted young man, but somehow, something else got mixed into her plan.

She worries that he might hurt himself practicing magic, finds his silly grin quite cute, and feels her heart skips a beat when he looks at her.

This is not a good sign.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the strange feeling in her heart.

In any case, it's always good to let him enter the Hidden Dharma Pavilion and come into contact with more of the Yin-Yang School's secret techniques.

Inside the hall, Qin Chuan played with the fire-avoiding bead around his neck, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Seven days was enough time for him to thoroughly study the classics of the Yin-Yang School.

As for that hypocritical Dongjun...

He looked out the window, where the moonlight fell directly on the "Initial Explanation of Li Huo" on the table, and the vermilion characters on the bamboo slips shone faintly in the moonlight.

This treasure hunt, ostensibly about "seeking knowledge," is likely to be more interesting than you imagine.

Just after the gong sounded at dawn, the side gate of Xianyang Palace opened.

A low-key carriage pulled out, with Qin Chuan and Yan Fei sitting inside.

The wheels rolled over the wet cobblestones, making a soft sound, as if telling a secret that was about to be revealed.

We're almost at the Tibetan Buddhist Pavilion.

Chapter 6 Moon Goddess, Donghuang Taiyi

As the carriage entered the depths of the Yin-Yang School, the fog began to thicken.

The white mist, like flowing gauze, enveloped the soft sound of wheels rolling over the gravel road, making the pavilion floating halfway up the mountain even more mysterious.

The dark roof was hidden in the clouds, revealing only the layers of flying eaves. The bronze bells hanging from the eaves moved automatically without wind, emitting a clear yet eerie sound.

The entire pavilion is made of black jade, and it is covered with flowing star maps. When sunlight shines through the clouds, the star maps light up with a faint golden light, as if the entire night sky has been imprinted on the wall.

"We've arrived." Yanfei's voice carried a hint of solemnity that was barely perceptible.

She lifted the carriage curtain, a wisp of crimson light condensing at her fingertips, and gently pointed it towards the direction of the Hidden Dharma Pavilion.

The mist seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, revealing a white jade staircase that meandered from the foot of the mountain to the pavilion gate.

On either side of the steps stood Yin-Yang School disciples clad in black robes, their faces covered with bronze masks, revealing only pairs of emotionless eyes.

Qin Chuan followed Yan Fei out of the car. As soon as he stepped onto the first step, he felt an invisible pressure rushing towards him.

It wasn't murderous intent, but pure spiritual pressure, carrying the unique arrogance of the Yin-Yang School, looking down upon all living beings.

He subconsciously shrank back behind Yan Fei, his fingers gripping her sleeve tightening slightly, and his eyes revealed that timid look again.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Yan Fei's voice was very gentle, and she patted his hand lightly with her fingertips, as if she were comforting a frightened little animal.

But only she knew that the warmth in her palm concealed a hint of wariness.

She could sense that at least three powerful auras were descending upon them from within the Hidden Dharma Pavilion, one of which she herself had to be wary of.

Just as I reached the pavilion door, a clear, cold female voice came from inside, like shattered jade falling into an icy lake: "Sister Dongjun is in such a hurry, not waiting for me to come and greet you."

As the words were spoken, a figure in moon-white slowly walked out.

The woman wore a flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress, the hem of which was embroidered with a lunar star map outlined in silver thread. Her long hair cascaded down her back and was tied up with a single white jade hairpin.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet she possessed an aloofness that kept people at arm's length. Especially her eyes, with pupils of an extremely deep black, seemed to absorb light—she was none other than the Moon Goddess.

The Moon Goddess's gaze immediately fell on Qin Chuan. Her eyes seemed calm, but they were as sharp as ice picks, carrying an undisguised scrutiny.

When she saw his timid appearance as he clutched Yan Fei's sleeve, a faint, ambiguous smile appeared on her lips:

"This must be His Highness the Prince of Qin's younger brother? He certainly has excellent potential."

"Sister Moon Goddess, you flatter me." Yan Fei stepped forward, subtly blocking Qin Chuan half a step behind her. "Young Master is frail, please lead the way, Sister."

"You're too kind, sister."

The Moon Goddess stepped aside, but her gaze once again passed over Yan Fei and landed on Qin Chuan's face, her tone carrying a hint of intimacy:

“This is your first time visiting the Hidden Dharma Pavilion, young master. You may find it difficult to adapt. The ‘Heart-Eating Mist’ inside is detrimental to those with unstable souls. I have a ‘Soul-Stabilizing Jade’ here. Please wear it.”

As she spoke, a translucent white jade pendant materialized from her fingertips, its surface shimmering with soft moonlight—clearly a fine magical artifact.

As she handed it over, she slightly turned her wrist, and the jade pendant just happened to pass by Yan Fei and hang in front of Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan looked at the jade pendant, then at Yan Fei, his eyes filled with confusion, but he hesitated to reach out.

A cold glint flashed in Yan Fei's eyes. She raised her hand, untied the Crimson Flame Talisman from her waist, and stuffed it into Qin Chuan's hand.

“My talisman is more suitable for your fire element spirit body, while the Moon Goddess’s Soul-Stabilizing Jade is too cold and might harm you.”

"Sister is right." The Moon Goddess's smile remained unchanged as she put away the jade pendant, but her fingertips gently made a hand seal in her sleeve.

A faint wisp of Yin spiritual energy silently coiled around Qin Chuan, but was blocked by the Crimson Flame Talisman that Yan Fei had given him, the talisman emitting a faint buzzing sound.

Qin Chuan lowered his head, pretending not to notice the undercurrent between the two, but simply gripped the Crimson Flame Talisman even tighter.

These two top figures of the Yin-Yang School, one like fire and the other like ice, were polite to each other on the surface, but in reality they were like two female beasts guarding their prey, with a sense of confrontation even in the air.

After passing through the front hall and around a pool carved with a Tai Chi symbol, we finally arrived at the core area of ​​the Yin-Yang School.

On the high platform in the center of the pool sat a person.