Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

Before the ripples on the Jade Mirror had completely subsided, the bold little flower had already eagerly poked half its tiny body inside.

Remembering the importance of etiquette, she quickly turned around, took Wei Wuxian's hand, and looked up to ask, "Master, does Aunt really have a mirror inside?"

Wei Wuxian smiled and squeezed his little hand: "Since the magnolia on the mirror is in bloom, your aunt will naturally be there."

As it passed through the mirror-like surface, the slightly cool film of water made the little flower let out a soft "Eh!" and then its adorable eyes widened.

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The space behind the mirror is far more open than one might imagine from the outside. Unlike the spacious and orderly layout downstairs, it has a casual yet elegant feel, revealing the owner's personality and ingenuity in every detail.

The first thing that catches the eye is the array of bows and arrows hanging haphazardly on the entire left wall.

At the very top was a pure white spirit bone longbow, its body shimmering with a moonlit glow; below were several smaller, curved bows, some carved from sandalwood, others inlaid with obsidian and silver wire.

The quiver leaned against the wall, its arrows filled with arrows of various colors, their feathers shimmering softly in the pearl's glow.

Most notably, on a bow stand about half a person's height in the corner, lay a nearly transparent crescent-shaped bow that resembled glass. A faint aura swirled around the arrowheads, as if it could materialize at any moment, forming an arrow that could be released from the bowstring.

It is called Longevity.

The extra materials were used to make a sister piece, the seemingly gentle and refined Kui Xing, and the sword was given a murderous name—Heavy Bone.

Wei Wuxian's darling casually remarked: "What a perfect phrase, 'a thousand layers of bones, ten thousand years of longevity,' it sounds like we're from the same family! Why can't I be with Chenqing?!"

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To the right of the scholar-warrior was a serene and elegant space, where a paulownia wood zither sat quietly on a low table, its silvery strings fluttering. Several jade flutes of varying lengths hung beside it.

The most eye-catching feature is a long, plain white silk ribbon that hangs from the dome to the ground, measuring over three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in length. The ribbon appears soft, yet faint spiritual patterns subtly emanate from it.

—This is the medium that Jin Yan uses most often when transforming her spirit into an array; it is soft enough to wrap around a finger, yet strong enough to cut through metal!

Jin Yan: Those with a collecting obsession are in luck! Whenever I see good material, I want to have Xiao Zhuzhu make a set. I have all sorts of colors, and I can arrange them according to my mood. Looking at them makes me happy, and even when I'm not happy, looking at them still makes me happy~

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In the center of the space stood the unique circular drum-shaped bed, three feet off the ground and about twenty feet in diameter. It was framed with an unknown dark spirit wood, and its surface was covered with some kind of animal hide, polished to a mirror-like smoothness while revealing subtle, intricate patterns.

The tatami mat is slightly concave, forming a natural curve. There are no railings around it, only a warm, spiritual array embedded at the edge.

There were no bedding on the couch at the moment, only a few plain-colored cushions scattered around, and a light blue blanket draped over a low stool nearby—clearly, the owner only occasionally rested or meditated here, not actually sleeping.

The actual bedroom is hidden at the deepest part of the space, partially obscured by a bamboo curtain with flowing cloud patterns. Behind the curtain, the light is dim, and only the outline of the more private living space can be vaguely seen.

Wei Wuxian's gaze lingered politely on the bamboo curtain for a moment before shifting to the slender figure rising beside the drum-shaped couch.

Jin Yan was standing with her back to the two people, one big and one small, adjusting something beside the drum-shaped couch.

She wore a moon-white casual robe with the cuffs tightly bound, and her long hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling beside her neck.

Hearing the noise, he turned around, his brows still showing lingering focus, but softening instantly upon seeing who it was.

"A-Xian." She called out to Xianxian first, then her gaze fell on the little figure beside him.

Her smile deepened, "Little Bao's here too!"

"Auntie!" The little flower boy bowed respectfully, but his bright black eyes couldn't help but glance at the glass-like bow in the corner—it looked like it had just been used, still radiating a lingering spiritual energy; dangerous yet beautiful!

Wei Wuxian naturally walked to the couch and leaned against it, chatting casually: "I smelled the strong fragrance of magnolias when I passed by, so I guessed you were practicing perfumery."

His gaze swept over the target on the left wall, where several fresh spirit marks remained. "The new arrow design is complete?"

"I tried seven out of ten times, incorporating the Mind-Cleansing Technique into the rapid-fire arrows. It wasn't very smooth, but the accuracy was alright, almost there." Wei Wuxian knew immediately that this was pretty much the gist of it.

As Jin Yan spoke, she casually straightened her cuffs, turned to the little flower boy, bent down to look him in the eye, and asked, "Little Bao, why did you agree to go out with your master today?"

Didn't you say last time we met that you were going to stay home and practice calligraphy in seclusion?

Little Flower's face flushed slightly, and she clutched the hem of her clothes with her little hands: "I...I've finished practicing my characters, and I miss...I miss Auntie~"

My stomach is rumbling, which means I'm craving it!

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After saying that, she quickly added, "Master said that we should bring gifts when we come to visit Aunt, and I brought some..."

The little flower rummaged through his bracelet and pulled out a palm-sized straw rabbit. One of its ears was crooked, but it was carefully woven and protected with spiritual energy according to Wei Wuxian's teachings. It was still quite delicate and pretty.

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The little flower, held carefully and somewhat nervously, handed it to Jin Yan, asking for praise: "I made it up myself; my master taught me for three days!"

The vain little flower was too embarrassed to give his beautiful aunt a half-finished product.

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Jin Yan took it, her fingertips gently tracing the crooked ear, her eyes warm yet undeniably tender: "Well done, no wonder it was taught by A-Xian."

Jin Yan placed the little rabbit next to the soft cushion in the center of the drum-shaped couch, and praised, "It matches this cushion set perfectly."

Little Flower tugged at Jin Yan's sleeve and whispered, "Auntie, will the flower... will the flower on the mirror change into a different flower?"

"Will do."

Jin Yan patiently explained, "When the crabapple blossoms in spring, the mirror will display a crabapple pattern; when the chrysanthemums are in full bloom in autumn, it will show chrysanthemum shadows; and for winter, we'll come up with a new design this year. How about we invite Xiao Bao and Xiao Wu to design it together?"

As Jin Yan spoke, her fingertips lightly traced the surface of the couch. A ray of light flowed, reflecting a faint magnolia pattern on the drum-shaped couch, echoing the patterns on the mirror.

The little flower nodded eagerly, like a chick pecking at rice. Wei Wuxian watched this scene, his smile deepening.

He then sat down on the edge of the tatami mat, avoiding the central meditation area, as that would be impolite.

Suddenly, he said, "Ayan, your space is becoming more and more seamless. The strength of bows and arrows, the softness of long silk ribbons, the clarity of music, and the spirit of plants and trees—all are now within it."

Jin Yan looked up at Xian Xian, her eyes sparkling as she shared her insights: "Everything can be used as an array; it's simply a matter of finding the rhythm of their breathing."

Now, with the added excitement of being on the same wavelength, Jin Yan feels even more fulfilled~

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