SEC Chapter 391 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 12
Chapter 391 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal 12
Chapter 391 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Immortal (12)
But they dared not ask a question.
On the day the snow stopped, Ran Cang got up to do her hair and suddenly realized that she was missing one of her earrings.
Just as I was wondering, Sui Si walked in, holding the ice crystal earring he had found.
He stood in front of the mirror, but the bronze mirror could not reflect his blindfolded figure. Instead, it clearly showed the outline of Ran Cang's left ear, which had dissipated into mist.
Sui Si gently slipped the earring into her disheveled, graying hair, her fingertips casually brushing against her graying temples, and softly asked:
"Is the snow in the Arctic Abyss... about to melt?"
Ran Cang's heart tightened, but he forced himself to remain calm and did not answer.
At night, Ran Cang lay on the ice bed, listening to the faint cracking of the ice bricks, pretending to be asleep.
Sui Si sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching her.
A night breeze swept by, lifting a corner of Sui Si's white silk robe to reveal the golden patterns moving beneath his eyes. It was the sealed divine essence awakening, piecing together the shattered Frost Soul Mirror within his sea of consciousness.
Ran Cang closed her eyes tightly, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She knew that everything could no longer be hidden, and their fates might be about to take a new turn.
In the late spring night, the Arctic Abyss was shrouded in a thick veil of darkness, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of snowflakes falling.
Ran Cang, dressed in a thin, ice-blue robe, sat alone on the ice steps, looking up and counting the stars.
Where the North Star should be shining, a hazy cloud of ice mist hangs in the air. It is the half of her divine essence that she gave to Sui Si that is burning, emitting a weak and unstable light.
"I wonder how long this divine essence can last..."
Ran Cang murmured softly, her eyes filled with worry and helplessness.
Just then, a clear, melodious sound of jade chimes suddenly rang out from under the eaves, breaking the silence of the night like heavenly music.
Ran Cang turned his head at the sound and saw his elder brother Sui Si's plain white sleeves gently brushing against the corridor pillars. The moonlight, like water, shone through the gaps between his fingers that were loosely holding a teacup, casting overlapping shadows on the ground.
"The plum tree in the southeast corner..."
Sui Si suddenly stopped at the seventh step of the blue bricks. The white blindfold moved without wind, as if it were being pulled by some mysterious force.
"Seventeen and a half flowers bloomed this morning."
Upon hearing this, Ran Cang's heart clenched, and her fingernails dug into her palms involuntarily, leaving deep marks.
She had indeed added a withered plum blossom in her illusion this morning, but at this moment, she clearly smelled the real fragrance of plum blossoms lingering on her brother's lapel.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the ice on the left arm hidden in the sleeve, and the tiny frost crystals fell to the ground and turned into gold dust.
That was the golden statue at the bottom of the birth pool echoing her, as if conveying some kind of dangerous signal to her.
"How could this be... Just how much did my brother detect?"
Ran Cang pondered to himself, but forced a calm expression on his face.
At midnight, a strange, warm snow began to fall silently.
Ran Cang leaned against the icy window, quietly watching Sui Si sweep the snow in the courtyard.
The sound of the bamboo broom scraping across the ground was mixed with a faint clicking sound.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and she saw that beneath the swept-up snow, half of the God of War's natal armor was revealed.
Last night she clearly sealed the last remnant of the divine artifact into the Arctic Abyss, but now it has appeared here, which makes her feel a strange sense of panic.
“Ayu’s bells are ringing softer.”
Sui Si suddenly looked up in her direction, the tip of his broom pressed against the piece of armor.
The ice bell on Ran Cang's wrist shattered instantly, and a sharp pain spread throughout her body.
In her excruciating pain, she saw her brother bend down to pick up the armor plate. The white blindfold was blown open half an inch by the wind, revealing the gilded patterns flowing beneath his eyes—a sign of divine awakening.
On the day of Rain Water and Awakening of Insects, Ran Cang was patrolling the ice chamber as usual when he unexpectedly discovered a real white plum tree.
The flowering tree rooted in the millennia-old ice dripped with blood-red dew, each petal imprinted with unrestrained divine patterns, exuding an indescribable eeriness.
She instinctively waved her sleeve to destroy the strange phenomenon, but just then she suddenly heard the sound of ice shards shattering behind her.
She turned around in horror, only to see Sui Si's fingertips, stained with blood from plum petals, staring precisely at the direction where she was hiding.
"This one...smells even better than the one in my illusion."
Sui Si's lips curled into a smile that Ran Cang couldn't decipher, his blood-stained fingertips pressed against the ice wall.
Golden veins suddenly appeared on the ice wall behind Ran Cang, indicating that her memories, which had been sealed at the bottom of the birth pool, were awakening.
"Brother, you..."
Just as Ran Cang was about to speak, Sui Si interrupted him.
"Ayu, how long do you think you can keep this from me?"
Sui Si's voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
Ran Cang dug up the plum tree overnight, attempting to destroy all the evidence.
Among the roots, she pulled out a familiar sword tassel.
This was the wooden sword that Sui Si had tied to her seven hundred years ago, but now it was entangled with a strand of long, silvery-white hair, which was the very hair she had cut off three days ago.
Her hands trembled slightly, and a sense of foreboding welled up inside her.
Just then, the ice pick was suddenly grasped by a hand, and a chilling aura enveloped it without warning.
"What is Ayu afraid of?"
Sui Si asked softly, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
Ran Cang then realized with a start that there were golden threads winding under the collar of her brother's clothes, which were the Frost Soul Pattern she used to seal her memories.
Those curse marks that should have been dormant were now moving like living things, climbing upwards along Sui Si's heart meridian.
At midnight, Ran Cang danced gracefully in the center of the frozen lake.
With each touch of the toes on the lake's surface, a star map unfolds beneath one's feet.
This is the oldest sacrificial dance, capable of temporarily freezing time.
She gazed at the sleeping Sui Si on the opposite bank, letting the last strands of her hair turn to snow.
As the final spin ended, two figures were clearly reflected in the lake. Sui Si, who was blindfolded, was standing behind her at some point, with a bloodstained plum blossom hanging in his palm.
"Your heartbeat has slowed down."
Sui Si's fingers, still wet with dew, touched Ran Cang's nape, where cracks were forming like shattered porcelain.
"Just like... the day I taught you how to fly a sword three thousand years ago."
Ran Cang tasted the rust in the plum blossom fragrance; it was her own blood.
She suddenly realized that what was wrapped around Sui Si's wrist was not moonlight, but the Frost Soul Chain that she had broken in the Birth Pool the night before.
The silver ring at the very end was embedded in his flesh and blood, and it was shimmering with his breath, like a star trail awakening.
"Brother, is it all over?"
Ran Cang asked softly, his voice carrying a hint of relief, yet also a hint of confusion.
Sui Si did not answer, but stood quietly behind her, as if waiting for something.
But the night in the Arctic Abyss remains long...
The morning light at dawn, as if carefully sprinkled on the icy steps, carries a hazy warmth and slowly spreads.
Ran Cang crouched low and tiptoed closer to Sui Si, who was standing quietly under the corridor. Suddenly, she reached out from behind and covered his eyes with her hands, her movements swift and subtle.
Her fingertips still held a freshly broken plum blossom branch, and she deliberately pressed the cool petals against his neck, a clear laugh ringing out afterward:
"Brother, guess how many candies I stole from the Kitchen God?"
That voice was full of undisguised playfulness and cunning.
Sui Si's ears twitched slightly, as if he had caught some subtle sound. Then, he precisely grabbed Ran Cang's wrist, which was trying to pull back.
This familiar gesture made Ran Cang's breath catch in his throat, and memories flooded back like a tide.
Seven hundred years ago, when he taught her how to break illusion arrays, he held her sword-wielding hand in the same steady manner.
But now, the ice cracks on Ran Cang's wrist are quietly spreading.
She had to secretly replace the plum branch with a solid one, trying to cover her festering fingertips, and praying in her heart that her brother would not notice.
"The East Kitchen's Honey Pot,"
Sui Si suddenly leaned down and gently sniffed her hair; the scent carried a familiar warmth.
"Three inches were missing last night."
The white blindfold he used gently brushed against Ran Cang's eyelashes, making her feel ticklish. Only then did Ran Cang realize that there was sugar frosting on the ends of her hair, which had accidentally splashed onto her when she was secretly making Soul-Gathering Honey last night.
Her cheeks twitched slightly, and she stuck out her tongue a little shyly. She smiled and stuffed the candied melon into her brother's lips, but as he took a bite, she quickly switched it with her own fingers like a mischievous child.