The air seemed to freeze at this moment.
Su Yao raised her slender white fingers and pointed at the dark gold pinky ring on his left little finger.
"The sealing technique uses the extremely hidden 'Seven Meridian Severing Locks', which can completely contain the souls of the Nine Yin and Seven Evils. However, the seal cannot completely destroy their fate. Each soul of the Nine Yin and Seven Evils has a dark blue fire pattern. Even the seven locks cannot remove it."
Her voice was gentle, but every word was firm: "In your pinky ring, I saw the blue fire."
Li Wangchuan stood two feet behind her, his hands hanging at his sides, with no surprise on his face, as if he had already seen through it all.
He just looked at Qiao Yingxiong calmly, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Nine Yin Seven Evils are black fox spirits, not cat spirits."
The lights on the chessboard suddenly dimmed at this moment, as if responding to their judgment.
silence.
After a brief silence, Qiao Yingxiong suddenly laughed softly.
He reached out and patted twice.
“Really…”
He raised his eyes, his gaze moving between Su Yao and Li Wangchuan, with some meaningful praise: "...Incredible."
"You have passed the first level."
Su Yao didn't look at him again, but turned around and put away the Soul-Locking Disk.
Li Wangchuan lowered his eyelashes, and the pale golden talisman light receded inch by inch. He withdrew his fingers, and his aura was still faintly noble.
Neither of them exchanged a single word, but turned around at the same moment, as if all their decisions were made in advance with tacit understanding.
…
The deep corridors of the underground palace of Yuqing Villa are so dark that the outlines of the walls are almost indistinguishable.
The cold air seeped up inch by inch from the cracks in the rocks, like an ice tide that lingered for years, blocking the breath deep in the chest.
At the end of the underground palace is a closed white jade secret room.
In the center of the secret room, there are a thousand half-human-high ice Buddha statues neatly arranged.
The Buddha statues were carved entirely from cold jade and ice, their faces benevolent and serene, their eyes cast downcast. Each one looked identical, yet a certain indescribable pressure surged silently within them.
Qiao Yingxiong stood at the door, his slender figure half-hidden in shadow. He raised his hand and slowly removed the dark gold ring, saying calmly, "This round, no spiritual power, magical instruments, or spells are allowed."
He glanced at Su Yao, then at Li Wangchuan: "Just by relying on my intuition, I found the Buddha statue that sealed the Tibetan Buddhist master's relics."
The white jade lamp cast an extremely cold light on the ice sculpture, and a faint green glow appeared on the face of the Ice Buddha.
The air was quiet for a moment.
Su Yao simply lowered her eyelashes and said nothing. She took a few steps forward, her skirt skimming across the ice, making a very light rustling sound.
She stopped among the thousands of Buddha statues, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
She didn't look, nor did she reach out, but just stood quietly before the Buddha statue, her breathing gradually slowing down.
In the eyes of others, she just closed her eyes.
But she knew clearly that her thoughts were sinking inch by inch into the cold sea.
Wherever the mind goes, it observes everything.
All the aura sealed in the Ice Buddha extended from the Buddha statue into the depths of her mind like countless extremely fine silk threads.
Those threads are either warm or cool, either sinking or floating.
Her perception was initially chaotic, as if being struck by thousands of waves simultaneously. But her consciousness was born different from that of ordinary people.
Su Yao could not see the Buddha statue, but he could clearly sense the yin and yang attributes of every breath.
The nine hundred and ninety-nine Buddha statues all contain the scattered Buddhist spirits left by Buddhist practitioners, which are quiet and peaceful.
There is only one Buddha statue, and in the deepest part of it is sealed a very soft and cool breath.
It does not belong to the relics of Buddhist practitioners, nor does it belong to any Buddhist cause and effect.
Su Yao felt a sense of clarity in his heart, and the corners of his lips moved slightly.
She raised her hand, and her fingertips gently paused in front of the ice Buddha.
“This one.”
Her voice was very calm, as if she was telling something very ordinary.
A hint of deep meaning flashed in Qiao Yingxiong's eyes.
"Why this?"
Su Yao slowly opened her eyes, her purple pupils slightly translucent under the light.
"Because the minds of thousands of Buddhas are all pure Yang, only this Buddha has an imbalance of Yin and Yang, and his aura is cold. What he sealed is not a relic."
Li Wangchuan didn't say anything.
He watched her raise her hand and was silent for a long time before he turned his head slightly and looked at Qiao Yingxiong.
The voice was light, yet revealed a calmness that was neither humble nor arrogant: "I abstain."
Qiao Yingxiong raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
Li Wangchuan lowered his eyes, his voice low and calm, "When I was young, I practiced the Heart Sutra, which damaged my heart meridians. Until now, I have been unable to mobilize the power of my original mind."
He paused, his eyes showing no shame: "To force yourself to take the test under these conditions would be disrespectful."
The air quieted down.
Su Yao tilted her head slightly, a hint of surprise flashing through her eyes.
Li Wangchuan seemed to have everything he needed, but in front of everyone, he calmly revealed his most secret illness.
Qiao Yingxiong stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Mr. Li is honest and respectable."
He walked forward, pressed the top of the Buddha statue with his slender fingers, and slowly lifted it up.
The ice Buddha statue was heavier than ordinary cold jade, but his fingers seemed to lift it to his chest without any strength.
Qiao Yingxiong raised his left hand and turned the jade ring slightly.
A very faint spiritual power flowed down from the jade and seeped down along the icy body of the Buddha statue.
"laugh……"
The ice Buddha melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Buddha statue gradually turned into cold mist, revealing a transparent bead in the center.
The bead's light is soft, like a teardrop that has solidified into solid form.
Qiao Yingxiong held it gently in his palm and looked up at Su Yao: "Since you said it's not a relic, then what exactly is it?"
Su Yao looked at the bead, his expression unchanged, his voice still faint: "This is the mermaid's tears."
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