The night at Lingxian Academy was quiet and peaceful. The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the scattered pavilions and winding paths, covering the entire academy with a layer of silver gauze. The dormitory area for outer disciples, with rows of neat courtyards, looked particularly peaceful under the moonlight, and the occasional chirping of insects added a bit of tranquility.

  In the courtyard where Duan Litang was, the candlelight flickered in the house. He was sitting at the table, carefully studying an ancient book about ancient runes borrowed from the Sutra Library. Under the light, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, his eyes were focused, and he occasionally used his fingers to gently stroke the complex runes on the pages of the book, trying to understand more mysteries from them. After experiencing a series of tests in Lingxian Academy, he became more and more aware of the insufficiency of his own strength. Only by constantly working hard to practice can he gain a foothold in this world where the strong are respected and explore the mystery of his life experience.

  Just as Duan Litang was immersed in the world of ancient books, there was a slight noise outside the window, like someone stepping on tiles. But at this moment, he was so focused on the ancient books that he didn't notice the unusual movement. Then, the door of the courtyard was gently pushed open, and a petite figure crept in. This person was Tang Xiaotang, who was wearing a pink spirit tribe costume with lively spirit butterfly patterns embroidered on the hem and cuffs, which glowed faintly in the moonlight. Her hair was tied into two playful ponytails, which swayed gently with her movements. Her big, lively eyes rolled around, revealing a quirky aura.

  Tang Xiaotang held a pillow embroidered with the characteristic patterns of the spirit race in her arms and approached Duan Litang's room cautiously. She walked to the door, knocked gently, and called out in a low voice: "Duan Litang, it's me, Tang Xiaotang." There was a hint of playfulness and expectation in her voice.

  Duan Litang was startled when he heard the voice, put down the ancient book in his hand, stood up and opened the door. When he saw Tang Xiaotang, his eyes were full of surprise: "Tang Xiaotang, why are you here so late?"

  Tang Xiaotang blinked her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth, and revealed a bright smile: "Hehe, let me discuss the Spirit Butterfly Archery Technique with you. I have encountered some problems when practicing the Spirit Butterfly Archery Technique recently. After thinking about it, I think you can definitely help me solve it." As she said that, she shook the pillow in her hand, as if it was a matter of course.

  Duan Litang looked at Tang Xiaotang, and although he was a little confused, he still stepped aside to let her into the room. "Come in quickly, but won't it disturb others if we discuss cultivation so late at night?"

  Tang Xiaotang walked into the room, sat down on the bed, and threw the pillow aside casually: "What are you afraid of? Everyone is asleep. Besides, cultivation is a race against time, and we can't delay it just because it's dark." As she spoke, she took out a spirit butterfly arrow from her waist. The spirit butterfly arrow exuded colorful light, and the arrow body was carved with exquisite spirit butterfly patterns, which looked lifelike, as if it would flap its wings and fly away in the next second.

  "Look, Duan Litang. My spirit butterfly arrow can never exert its maximum power when it is used. I inject spiritual power into it according to the spirit race's cultivation method, but the spirit butterfly is still not agile enough. What do you think is going on?" Tang Xiaotang looked at Duan Litang seriously, his eyes full of anticipation.

  Duan Litang took the Spirit Butterfly Arrow and examined it carefully. He could feel the powerful spiritual power contained in the Spirit Butterfly Arrow, but as Tang Xiaotang said, it seemed to lack a kind of spiritual aura. He thought for a moment and said, "I'm not sure, maybe there is something wrong with the way you inject spiritual power? Tell me more about how you practice."

  Tang Xiaotang immediately became alert after hearing this. She jumped off the bed, stood in the middle of the room, and began to demonstrate the practice of the Spirit Butterfly Arrow Technique. As she demonstrated, she chanted something, and the Spirit Butterfly Arrow in her hand flashed with colorful light as she moved. However, after careful observation, Duan Litang found that although her movements were skillful, there were indeed some flaws in the conversion and injection of spiritual power.

  "Tang Xiaotang, when you were injecting spiritual power, you focused too much on the output of power and ignored the characteristics of the Spirit Butterfly Arrow itself. The Spirit Butterfly Arrow emphasizes agility and changeability. You should try to integrate the spiritual power into it more gently and guide the power of the Spirit Butterfly." Duan Litang stepped forward and patiently explained to Tang Xiaotang.

  Tang Xiaotang listened to Duan Litang's explanation and nodded thoughtfully: "It seems to make sense. Then I'll try it again." As she spoke, she picked up the Spirit Butterfly Arrow again and injected spiritual power into it according to Duan Litang's method. This time, the light of the Spirit Butterfly Arrow was softer and had a more spiritual aura.

  "Wow, Duan Litang, it seems to really work! You are so awesome!" Tang Xiaotang jumped up excitedly, with admiration shining in his eyes.

  Duan Litang couldn't help laughing when he saw Tang Xiaotang's happy expression: "I'm glad I can help you. But cultivation still depends on your continuous exploration and practice."

  Just as the two were discussing heatedly, Tang Xiaotang suddenly seemed to remember something, and her face changed slightly. She secretly glanced at Duan Litang, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

  "What's wrong, Tang Xiaotang? Any other questions?" Duan Litang keenly noticed Tang Xiaotang's abnormality and asked.

  Tang Xiaotang bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Actually. Actually, I came here for another thing." As she spoke, she took out a wounded Elven butterfly from her arms. There was a deep wound on the butterfly's wing, and the blood dyed the surrounding wings red. Its body was trembling slightly, and it looked very weak.

  "This communication butterfly is an important tool for the spirits to communicate with me, and I don't know how it got injured. I have tried many methods, but I can't cure it. I heard. I heard that your blood has special powers, and maybe it can save it." Tang Xiaotang said, looking at Duan Litang cautiously, with a pleading look in his eyes.

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  Duan Litang looked at the injured communication butterfly and felt a little hesitant. He knew that his blood did have some special powers due to the fusion with the blood-colored pendant, but he was not sure what the specific effect would be. Moreover, he did not know whether it would bring any danger if he gave his blood to others at will.

  Seeing Duan Litang's hesitation, Tang Xiaotang hurriedly said: "Duan Litang, please. This communication butterfly is really important to me. Something seems to have happened to the spirit tribe recently, and I need to use it to contact the tribe." As she spoke, her eyes turned slightly red and she looked pitiful.

  Duan Litang looked at Tang Xiaotang's anxious expression, and his heart softened. He sighed and said, "Okay, I'll try." As he spoke, he stretched out his finger, used his spiritual power to condense a sharp spiritual needle, and gently cut his finger. A drop of blood gushed out from the fingertip, emitting a faint blood light.

  Seeing this, Tang Xiaotang hurriedly held the communication butterfly in front of Duan Litang. Duan Litang dripped blood on the wound of the communication butterfly, and as soon as the blood touched the wound, it quickly merged into it. A magical thing happened. The trembling body of the communication butterfly gradually stopped shaking, and the blood at the wound slowly stopped, and began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  "Wow, Duan Litang, your blood is really magical!" Tang Xiaotang shouted excitedly, his eyes full of surprise.

  At this moment, there was a slight sound of fluttering clothes outside the window. Duan Litang and Tang Xiaotang were startled at the same time. They looked at each other, and a trace of vigilance flashed in their eyes. Duan Litang quickly walked to the window and pushed it open, but found that there was no one outside the window, only the breeze blowing and the leaves rustling.

  "Strange, I clearly heard a sound just now." Duan Litang said with a frown.

  Tang Xiaotang also walked to the window and looked out: "Could it be the wind?" Although she said this, she had a bad feeling in her heart. She felt that the sound just now was not the natural sound of the wind, but someone deliberately made it.

  The two of them observed from the window for a while, and when they found nothing unusual, they returned to the room. Tang Xiaotang carefully put the communication butterfly, which had recovered some of its vitality, back into her arms, looked at Duan Litang, and said, "Duan Litang, thank you so much today. If it weren't for you, this communication butterfly might not have been saved."

  Duan Litang smiled and said, "You're welcome, we're all friends. By the way, you just said something happened to the Spirit Tribe, what exactly happened?"

  Tang Xiaotang's face became a little solemn: "I'm not too sure. Before the communication butterfly was injured, it only sent some vague information, as if something was wrong with the sacred tree of the spirit race. I have to wait until the communication butterfly fully recovers and contacts the tribe to know the specific situation."

  Duan Litang was a little worried after hearing this. He knew the importance of the Holy Tree to the Spiritual Race. If there was any problem with the Holy Tree, the Spiritual Race would probably face a huge crisis.

  "Then you should contact the spirit tribe as soon as possible to see if I can be of any help. If you need me, just let me know." Duan Litang said seriously.

  Tang Xiaotang looked at Duan Litang, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes: "Okay, I understand. Duan Litang, you are so nice." As she said that, she suddenly stepped forward and kissed Duan Litang gently on the cheek. Then, she blushed, picked up the pillow, turned around and ran out of the room.

  Duan Litang was somewhat at a loss for words by Tang Xiaotang's sudden action. He touched the kissed cheek and felt a strange feeling in his heart. He looked at Tang Xiaotang's departing back, shook his head slightly, smiled, and then sat back at the table, ready to continue studying ancient books.

  However, not long after he sat down, he heard another slight noise outside the window. This time, he heard it clearly. It was the sound of someone moving quickly on the roof. Duan Litang was startled. He realized that what happened just now might not be that simple. He quickly stood up, opened the door, and chased in the direction of the sound.

  Under the moonlight, a white figure quickly shuttled across the rooftops, with fluttering clothes, like a fairy descending to earth. Duan Litang looked closely and found that it was Su Xueli. He was puzzled. Why did Su Xueli appear here? Moreover, she seemed to have been secretly observing him and Tang Xiaotang.

  "Su Xueli!" Duan Litang shouted loudly, and at the same time, he exerted force on his feet, displayed blood-colored wings, and chased after Su Xueli. Su Xueli was slightly startled when she heard the shout, and stopped. She turned to look at Duan Litang, and a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

  "Duan Litang, why are you chasing me?" Su Xueli's voice was cold and echoed in the night sky.

  Duan Litang stopped in front of Su Xueli, looked at her and asked: "Su Xueli, were you outside my window just now? What did you see?" There was a hint of anxiety and confusion in his eyes.

  Su Xueli frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I was just passing by and happened to hear your voices. I mean no harm." Although her tone was calm, Duan Litang keenly noticed that she seemed to be hiding something.

  "Are you really just passing by? Then why didn't you show up to meet us after hearing our voices, but instead left?" Duan Litang asked relentlessly.

  Su Xueli was silent for a moment and said, "I. I just don't want to disturb you. Besides, I have my own things to do." Her eyes were a little evasive, and she didn't dare to look directly into Duan Litang's eyes.

  Duan Litang looked at Su Xueli, and his doubts became stronger. He always felt that Su Xueli's behavior was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He knew that Su Xueli, as the saint of Lingxian Academy, had a special status, and there might be many things that she couldn't easily tell others.

  "Su Xueli, I believe you. But if you have any problems, you must tell me. We are friends, aren't we?" Duan Litang said seriously.

  Su Xueli looked at Duan Litang, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes: "Okay, I understand." Her voice trembled slightly, as if Duan Litang's words touched a string deep in her heart.

  The two stood quietly on the roof for a while, the moonlight shining on them, outlining their slender figures. After a long time, Su Xueli said: "It's getting late, you should go back and rest. You still have training tasks tomorrow." After saying that, she turned around, performed Lingxian Buxu, and walked towards the depths of Lingxian Academy.

  Duan Litang looked at Su Xueli's departing back, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. What happened tonight made him feel that in this seemingly peaceful Lingxian Academy, there seemed to be many unknown secrets hidden. And he would inevitably be involved in these secrets. He took a deep breath, put away his light wings, and slowly walked towards his dormitory.

  After returning to the dormitory, Duan Litang lay on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep. Tang Xiaotang's lovely smile, Su Xueli's cold face, and the injured communication butterfly kept appearing in his mind. He knew that his life had changed dramatically since entering Lingxian Academy, and there would be more challenges and unknowns waiting for him in the future. He secretly vowed to become stronger, protect the people around him, and explore the mystery of his life.

  On this quiet night, Lingxian Academy seems calm, but undercurrents are surging. Duan Litang, a young man with a mysterious background, is stepping into a world full of challenges and opportunities. His legendary story has just begun.