132: On the eve of the wind, a subtle fragrance wafts through the air.

The intelligence Luo Li brought was like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, causing endless ripples in the hearts of the four people in Ziyun Valley. The Ancestral Worship Ceremony, the half-month deadline, the seal-breaking talisman, the Guixu Cult's internal and external collusion, the remnant of the demonic creature... every term represented a massive crisis and heavy responsibility.

The night was deep, and the bonfire illuminated four solemn faces.

"Fragments of the seal-breaking talisman... they actually managed to get their hands on something like this." Su Wanqing's icy eyes held killing intent, and her jade fingers turned slightly white from gripping them tightly. The Seal of the Ancient Demon Sealing Site concerned the Sect's survival and absolutely could not be lost.

"Colluding internally and externally, that's a good scheme." Qu Feiyan toyed with the newly acquired Phantom Blood Silk, a cold glint flashing in her seductive eyes. "I just wonder if those rats who snuck in can withstand a little trouble."

Gongsun Yu clenched her small fist, and the purple lightning pendant on her earlobe faintly glowed: "We must stop them!"

Lin Xuan, acting as the backbone, quickly integrated the information and formulated a preliminary strategy: "On the day of the Ceremony, the Sect guards will inevitably be tight outside and lax inside, with the focus being the Viewing Platform and the Ancient Site Entrance. Our advantage lies in the enemy being exposed while we are hidden, as well as..." His gaze swept over the Three women, "the unexpected strength of you Fairies."

He looked at Su Wanqing: "Wanqing, your status is special; you are a key 'focus' of the Grand Elder's faction, and it is not suitable for you to be exposed too early. In the early stages of the Ceremony, you must use the chaotic opportunity Luo Li might provide to try and approach the Core Area. Your target is the seal-breaking talisman—you must destroy or seize it before it is activated."

Su Wanqing nodded heavily. The frost silence sword emitted a clear hum, resonating with her heart and mind.

"Senior Sister Qu," Lin Xuan then looked at Qu Feiyan, "creating chaos and confusing the public are your strengths. Use the Phantom Blood Silk and Illusory Clones to create as many incidents as possible, diverting the attention of the Law Enforcement Hall and the Guixu Cult's Hidden Operatives, thereby creating an opportunity for Wanqing. At the same time, pay attention to the Guixu Cult experts mixed among the guests. If you can identify and mark them, it will be beneficial for our subsequent actions."

"Don't worry, Big Sister has got this." Qu Feiyan smiled charmingly, a bloody light swirling in her eyes, already beginning to conceptualize a grand "performance."

"Xiao Yu," Lin Xuan finally looked at Gongsun Yu, his tone gentle yet firm, "Your task is to provide support and warning. The power of the purple lightning pendant should be saved for crucial moments; do not use it lightly. You will guard a relatively safe but open area, using the acute perception of your Lightning Spirit Root to monitor the entire situation. If you detect an anomaly or we signal you, immediately provide cover for our retreat."

"Mhm! Big Brother Lin, I will definitely keep a close watch!" Gongsun Yu nodded vigorously, feeling that she was shouldering an important mission.

"As for me," a sharp light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, "I will wait for the opportunity to act. My target might be the key figure presiding over the ceremony, or it might be... the core member of the Guixu Cult attempting to sneak into the Ancient Site. The sin-severing sword should be able to sense the Demonic Creature Aura."

The division of labor was clear, with everyone assigned their specific duties. This was going to be a tough battle, allowing no room for error.

With the plan set, everyone seized the final moments to Consolidate Cultivation and familiarize themselves with their newly acquired Treasures. The atmosphere within the valley was tense yet orderly.

That night, Lin Xuan sat quietly by the pond, sorting through his knowledge and deducing the various potential incidents that might occur during the Ceremony. The Qi and Blood of the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art surged within his body, and the Sword Intent of the Primal Beginning Sword Scripture rose and fell in his Sea of Consciousness. His connection with the sin-severing sword also grew clearer.

A faint, subtle fragrance wafted over.

Lin Xuan didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

Qu Feiyan, like a Dark Night Elf, sat silently beside him, leaning softly against him, her delicate head resting on his shoulder. She didn't speak, just leaned quietly, completely different from her usual seductive and proactive demeanor.

Lin Xuan's body stiffened slightly. He could feel the softness of her body and the warmth transmitted through her clothes. He didn't push her away, merely silently accepting this sudden dependence and tranquility.

"Junior Martial Brother..." After a long while, Qu Feiyan finally spoke softly, her voice carrying a rare trace of confusion and vulnerability, "Do you think... we can succeed? If we fail..."

"There is no 'if'." Lin Xuan interrupted her, his voice steady and firm, carrying an undeniable strength. "We will definitely succeed. For Wanqing's Sect, for Xiao Yu's Family, and also for... ourselves."

He paused, then turned his head to look at her side profile, which was close at hand and appeared especially soft and charming under the moonlight: "Trust me."

Qu Feiyan raised her head, gazing at him with seductive eyes that no longer held teasing or provocation, but a deep affection that could almost drown a person. She extended her jade hand and gently caressed Lin Xuan's cheek, her fingertips slightly cool.

"I trust you," she whispered softly, her red lips slowly drawing nearer.

Just as their lips were about to meet, another cold, clear aura appeared not far away.

Su Wanqing had finished Regulating Breath at some point, standing beneath a Purple Bamboo stalk. The moonlight outlined her pure and solitary figure. Her icy eyes calmly watched the two people leaning together by the pond, her expression unreadable.

Qu Feiyan paused, but instead of leaving, she provocatively pressed a quick kiss onto Lin Xuan's lips. Then she stood up with a charming smile and winked at Su Wanqing: "Sister Su, coming to enjoy the moon too?"

Su Wanqing ignored her taunt, fixing her gaze on Lin Xuan. She said lightly, "I came to discuss the details of using the Ice Soul with Junior Brother Lin." Her tone was calm, yet it carried a subtle sense of declaration.

Lin Xuan smiled wryly in his heart; this Shura Field truly was everywhere. He stood up and nodded to Su Wanqing: "Alright."

Qu Feiyan watched the two walk side-by-side toward a secluded spot, pouting slightly, but a hint of complexity flashed in her eyes. She knew that some boundaries, ultimately, existed.

Su Wanqing and Lin Xuan walked a little further away, but they didn't actually discuss the Profound Ice Soul; instead, they remained silent for a moment.

"Is she... always like this?" Su Wanqing suddenly asked, her voice still cold and clear.

Lin Xuan rubbed his nose, feeling a bit awkward: "Senior Sister Qu is straightforward by nature, and means no harm."

Su Wanqing glanced at him, her icy eyes deep. She said nothing more, only stating, "Be careful in all matters." After speaking, she turned and left, leaving Lin Xuan with a cold, ethereal silhouette.

Lin Xuan watched her retreating figure, then looked at Qu Feiyan, who was smiling sweetly not far away, and Gongsun Yu, who was diligently Cultivating. He felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.

These Fairies, whose beauty could topple nations, had gathered because of his "investment" and fought side-by-side because of a common enemy. Their emotions and their futures were now closely linked with him.

Half a month later, the Qinglan Sect Ancestral Worship Ceremony was destined to be turbulent! And he was fated to be the center of this storm!