Her tone was sincere and earnest—this was the only solution she could think of under the circumstances.
"You mean to forcibly seize my Yang qi!"
Lin Xuan's expression darkened. "Miss Qingzhu, such an act would ruin my foundation."
"Young Master Lin Xuan, I promise—no matter the cost to you, I will compensate you several times over."
"Please, help this humble girl just this once."
Her voice softened, carrying a note of pleading.
She did not wish it, but the situation left her no choice. She could only vow to make amends later.
"Miss Qingzhu, once a foundation is damaged, it is not so easily restored. Forgive me, but I cannot agree."
"I, Lin Xuan, may not be renowned, yet I consider myself handsome enough. From childhood I have cultivated diligently.
Among my peers, whether in talent or strength, I yield to no one. Surely I am not so unworthy as to bring you humiliation."
He spoke with righteous conviction, then shifted tone. "I urge you, Miss Qingzhu, to consider the optimal solution."
"Yield to the harmony of Yin and Yang, align with the Great Dao."
"It benefits both you and me."
"Rest assured—I will bear all consequences."
His words rang with resolute certainty.
Ling Qingzhu grew even more conflicted.
"Well said!"
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the empty stone hall.
Both Lin Xuan and Ling Qingzhu started, turning swiftly toward the source. Above the shattered remains of the stone coffin, specks of crimson light floated upward, coalescing into a translucent figure that regarded them with a warm smile.
The illusory form appeared around thirty years of age—strikingly youthful, with refined features and an elegant bearing.
"Who are you?"
The abrupt appearance of a stranger caused Ling Qingzhu's brows to furrow as she demanded coldly.
The figure smiled. "Heh, quite the fierce young lady....reducing my bones and coffin to rubble, yet asking who I am."
"The tomb master?!" Ling Qingzhu instantly grew wary.
The reappearance of this dead spirit was unnerving.
"No need for alarm. I perished many years ago. This is merely a remnant will sealed within the coffin. Had you not shattered it, I could not have emerged." The tomb master retained his amiable smile.
"Shameless wretch! To think you were once a senior, yet you resort to such despicable tactics!" Ling Qingzhu ground her teeth, anger flaring in her clear eyes.
The tomb master remained unfazed. "The union of man and woman aligns with the principles of heavenly Yin and Yang....where is the shame? If both parties consent and complement each other's cultivation, is that not even better?"
He turned to Lin Xuan, eyes filled with appreciation. "This young brother speaks wisely: yield to Yin and Yang, align with the Dao. Why resist and suffer needlessly?"
"You should treasure the man before you. A handsome, dashing, deeply passionate fellow who dares to act and take responsibility....such men are rare in this world.
To let him slip away would be a lifelong regret, irreparable once past."
The tomb master spoke with feeling. Lin Xuan's philosophy resonated with his own Dao; he saw in the youth a reflection of his former self.
"Hmph… I need no lessons from you!" Ling Qingzhu retorted icily.
"I will take his Yang qi and compensate him accordingly."
The tomb master chuckled lightly. "My inheritance must be claimed in my chosen manner.
I set this trial not to harm, but to bring two people together."
He looked at Lin Xuan with faint envy. "Young brother, I have granted you a great boon this time. A beauty of this caliber—I never encountered one even in my prime. Treat her well in the future."
"Ah, this…" Lin Xuan scratched his head, momentarily stunned, yet inwardly he silently applauded this cross-era matchmaker.
"You two…" Ling Qingzhu seethed with indignation.
In a few words, they had decided her fate.
What did they take her, Ling Qingzhu, for?
How could she allow a dead man to meddle in her affairs?
"Offense intended!"
Her jade hand swept out. The azure lotus beneath her feet erupted in brilliant cyan light, sending countless azure tendrils streaking toward Lin Xuan like heavenly cords.
Her condition allowed no further delay—she would take by force.
"Heh, little girl, this is my tomb. You do not call the shots here."
The tomb master smiled domineeringly and pointed a translucent finger.
The next instant, an icy surge of pure Yin qi exploded from within Ling Qingzhu—the very power of the Nirvana Heart.
Under the tomb master's effortless control, it swiftly froze her Yuan Power solid.
Her aura weakened dramatically. She had already struggled against the force; now, with the tomb master commanding it, resistance became impossible.
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