Lingxian Lake is like a bright pearl in Lingxian Academy. The lake is vast and the calm water is like a huge mirror, reflecting the white clouds floating in the sky and the surrounding rolling hills. Willows hang down on the lakeside, and the slender willow branches hang down on the lake, swaying gently with the breeze, creating ripples. On one side of the lake, 360 ice ridges are arranged in a staggered manner. These ice ridges are of different sizes and shapes. Under the first ray of sunlight in the morning, they reflect colorful light, like a dreamlike crystal palace.

  Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight shines on Lingxian Lake, Ling Xianer always arrives here on time. She wears a long white dress, the hem of which flutters in the wind, like a blooming white lotus. Her black hair falls softly behind her like a waterfall, and a few strands of hair are stained with ice crystals in the morning, which sparkle in the sun. Her face is absolutely beautiful, her skin is as white as snow, like a carefully carved ice sculpture, and her eyes are cold, exuding an aura that keeps people away from her. However, if you look closely, you can find a hint of loneliness and sorrow hidden deep in her eyes.

  Ling Xian'er held a delicate white jade bottle in her hand. She carefully shuttled between the ice ridges, collecting the morning dew condensed on the tips of the ice ridges. Each drop of morning dew was as crystal clear as a pearl, emitting a faint chill. Her movements were gentle and skillful, as if she was performing a sacred ritual. The hem of her skirt was embroidered with a pattern of frost flowers that would never melt. The frost flowers shimmered in the sunlight, as if they were alive.

  On the quiet Bingling River, time seemed to slow down. Ling Xian'er was immersed in her own world, and everything around her had nothing to do with her. Occasionally, she would stop what she was doing and quietly stare at the morning dew bottle in her hand, with a hint of tenderness and longing in her eyes. Under this seemingly cold appearance, deep in her heart she was deeply attached to her father.

  Duan Litang accidentally learned about the beauty of Lingxian Lake. He came here early in the morning with curiosity. He walked slowly along the lakeside, admiring the surrounding scenery. When he saw the 360 ??ice ridges, he was shocked by the beauty in front of him. The sunlight shone on the ice ridges, and the colorful light reflected made him feel as if he was in a dreamlike world.

  Just as he was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, he suddenly felt the blood-colored pendant on his chest getting slightly hot, and then a strong sense of resonance came over him. He looked down at the pendant in surprise, and saw the runes on the pendant flashing with blood. At the same time, Ling Xian'er, who was not far away, also noticed something strange. The Ice Heart Lamp on her waist suddenly emitted a faint blue light, which echoed with Duan Litang's pendant.

  Ling Xian'er frowned slightly, a hint of vigilance flashed in her eyes. She looked in the direction of Bing Xinzhan and saw Duan Litang walking towards them. Duan Litang also saw Ling Xian'er. He was attracted by Ling Xian'er's fairy-like figure and was stunned for a moment. Ling Xian'er's beauty and coldness seemed even more extraordinary against the beautiful scenery of Bingling River.

  "Why are you here?" Ling Xian'er's voice was cold, breaking the silence. There was a hint of displeasure in her tone, and she obviously didn't like being disturbed while she was collecting morning dew.

  Duan Litang came back to his senses and scratched his head awkwardly: "I. I heard that Lingxian Lake has beautiful scenery, so I wanted to come and see it. I didn't expect to disturb you." His eyes fell on the bottle of morning dew in Ling Xian'er's hand, and a hint of curiosity surged in his heart.

  Ling Xian'er ignored him and turned around to continue collecting morning dew. Her movements were still gentle, but there was a hint of haste, as if she wanted to finish collecting as soon as possible and leave this place where she was disturbed.

  Duan Litang looked at Ling Xian'er's back, and an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart. He walked towards Ling Xian'er unconsciously, wanting to appreciate this dreamlike scenery from a closer distance, and also wanting to know more about this mysterious and cold woman.

  As Duan Litang approached, the resonance between the pendant and the Ice Heart Lamp became stronger. Suddenly, a crisp sound of ice cracking was heard, breaking the original tranquility. Then, the ice swallows perched on the ice ridges were startled and flew away. They flapped their wings and circled in the sky, chirping as if protesting against this sudden disturbance.

  Ling Xian'er stopped what she was doing, and a trace of anger flashed in her eyes. She turned and looked at Duan Litang, and the ice in her hand instantly condensed into a sharp ice sword: "What do you want to do? Why did your appearance cause such a commotion?" Her voice was cold and threatening.

  Duan Litang quickly took a step back and raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions: "I really didn't mean it. I don't know why the pendant would resonate with your Bing Xin Lantern." His eyes were full of sincerity and innocence.

  Ling Xian'er stared at Duan Litang for a while, and seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, she put away her ice sword. But her eyes were still alert: "It's better to do so. This is not the place for you, go away." After saying that, she turned around and continued to collect morning dew, no longer paying attention to Duan Litang.

  Duan Litang did not leave. He was attracted by the beautiful scenery and the mystery of Ling Xian'er, and his heart was full of curiosity. He walked aside carefully and watched Ling Xian'er collecting morning dew quietly. He found that Ling Xian'er's method of collecting morning dew was very unique. Every time she dripped the morning dew from the ice into the bottle, it was like performing a delicate operation.

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  After a while, Ling Xian'er finished collecting the morning dew. She carefully put the bottle of morning dew into her arms and turned to leave. At this time, she found Duan Litang still standing there, and couldn't help but frowned: "Why don't you leave?"

  Duan Litang smiled a little embarrassedly: "The scenery here is so beautiful, I want to look at it for a while. Besides, I am very curious about the morning dew bottle in your hand. What do the Demon Realm characters engraved on it mean?" His eyes fell on the morning dew bottle on Ling Xian'er's waist.

  Ling Xian'er was slightly startled, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes. She subconsciously protected the morning dew bottle with her hands and said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you." After that, she turned around and walked away from the Bingling River quickly.

  Duan Litang looked at Ling Xian'er's departing back, his heart full of doubts. He didn't understand why Ling Xian'er was so cold to him, nor did he understand what secrets the magic domain text was hiding. He decided to find an opportunity to ask Ling Xian'er again.

  In the following days, Duan Litang often met Ling Xian'er near Lingxian Lake. Every time they met, Ling Xian'er would ignore him and walk straight past him. But Duan Litang did not give up. He always looked for opportunities to talk to Ling Xian'er, trying to break the ice wall in her heart.

  Once, Duan Litang saw Ling Xian'er sitting on a rock by the Bingling River, holding an apple in her hand and preparing to eat it. He suddenly had an idea, walked up to her, and said with a smile: "Hello, Ling Xian'er. You are eating an apple. I like apples too."

  Ling Xian'er glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to eat the apple. Duan Litang didn't care about her indifference. He sat down next to Ling Xian'er, but his eyes were fixed on the apple in her hand. He found that Ling Xian'er's method of peeling apples was very unique. She held an ice spike in her hand and gently waved it, and the apple skin peeled off neatly. The speed and skill of the method made Duan Litang secretly amazed.

  "You are so skilled at using the icicles to peel apples. You are even more skilled than holding a sword." Duan Litang said with a smile.

  Ling Xian'er frowned slightly and glanced at him: "What does this have to do with you?" Although her tone was still cold, it no longer had the strong sense of rejection as before.

  Duan Litang was not discouraged. He continued, "I just find it magical. You see, I also have some unique skills. For example, I can summon blood-red wings of light behind me." As he spoke, a pair of blood-red wings of light slowly emerged behind him. The runes on the wings of light flickered and exuded a powerful aura.

  Ling Xian'er looked at Duan Litang's light wings, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. Although she had seen Duan Litang's light wings before, she had never observed them so closely. She found that the runes on the light wings were different from any runes she was familiar with, and they exuded a mysterious power.

  "Where did these light wings come from?" Ling Xian'er couldn't help but ask.

  Duan Litang was very happy to see Ling Xian'er finally willing to communicate with him. He told Ling Xian'er everything about how he awakened his bloodline in the beast tide and obtained the light wings. Ling Xian'er listened quietly, and the surprise in her eyes became more and more intense.

  "I see, it seems your background is not simple either." Ling Xian'er said. There was a hint of curiosity in her tone, and her attitude towards Duan Litang also changed a little.

  Since then, Duan Litang and Ling Xian'er have been communicating more and more. Although Ling Xian'er is still indifferent, she is no longer indifferent to Duan Litang as before. They will practice together near Lingxian Lake and exchange their practice experience. Duan Litang found that Ling Xian'er has a very high talent in practicing ice magic. The ice magic she casts is powerful and exquisite.

  One day, Duan Litang met Ling Xian'er again near Lingxian Lake. Ling Xian'er was holding a morning dew bottle and was about to collect morning dew. Duan Litang walked up to her and said with a smile: "Ling Xian'er, I will accompany you to collect morning dew."

  Ling Xian'er glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and nodded. In the process of collecting morning dew, Duan Litang once again saw how much Ling Xian'er cherished the morning dew bottle. She carefully dripped the morning dew into the bottle, her eyes full of tenderness and piety.

  "Ling Xian'er, why do you treasure this morning dew bottle so much? What do the demonic words on it mean?" Duan Litang finally mustered up the courage to ask again.

  Ling Xian'er stopped what she was doing, she looked at the morning dew bottle quietly, tears flashed in her eyes. After a long time, she slowly said: "It is engraved with 'The 100th bottle of morning dew for my father'. My father. He likes to drink tea made with the morning dew from Lingxian Lake the most. I come here every day to collect morning dew, hoping that one day I can let him drink the most delicious tea." Her voice was a little choked, and her eyes were full of longing for her father.

  Duan Litang felt a pain in his heart. He didn't expect that Ling Xian'er, who seemed cold, had such deep feelings in her heart. He gently patted Ling Xian'er on the shoulder: "Ling Xian'er, your father will definitely be very happy."

  Ling Xian'er looked at Duan Litang, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes. She nodded slightly: "Thank you." This was the first time she showed such a gentle expression to Duan Litang.

  Since then, Duan Litang and Ling Xian'er have become closer. They spent many wonderful times together near Lingxian Lake. As time went by, Duan Litang gradually realized that the reason why Ling Xian'er was so cold was because her life experience in the Demon Realm was very rough. Her father was the master of the Ice Palace, but he was killed by the Dark Palace. She herself was forced to flee the Demon Realm and come to Lingxian Academy. Her heart was full of hatred and pain, so she used a cold appearance to protect herself.

  In the process of getting along with Ling Xian'er, Duan Litang also found that his feelings towards her were quietly changing. He was no longer just curious about her, but gradually fell in love with this woman who looked cold on the outside but was extremely gentle on the inside. And Ling Xian'er, unknowingly, opened her heart to Duan Litang, and she began to rely on and trust Duan Litang.

  However, their peaceful life did not last long. As the mystery of Duan Litang's life gradually revealed and the power of the blood pact of all worlds became stronger and stronger, they were about to face a huge crisis. In this crisis, where will their feelings go, and whether they can work together to overcome the difficulties, everything is still unknown. But no matter what the future holds, these good times they spent by the Bingling River will become the most precious memories in their hearts.

  On a sunny day, Duan Litang and Ling Xian'er were practicing near Lingxian Lake as usual. Suddenly, there was a violent roar in the sky, and a black crack appeared in the sky. In the crack, a strong dark breath rushed over, making people feel terrified. Duan Litang and Ling Xian'er looked at each other, their eyes full of vigilance. They knew that the peaceful days were about to end, and a thrilling adventure was waiting for them.