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Lin Ting and Shue Ling did not waste time during their recovery period. In Lin Ting's simple study, the three of them sat around an old wooden table, with various books and scrolls scattered on the floor, creating a serious and solemn atmosphere. Lin Ting held a book called "Secrets of the Spirit World," with a furrowed brow and occasional twitching of the mouth, as if searching for a breakthrough.
Lin Tiantian grumbled discontentedly as she flipped through the scroll in her hand, "These densely packed words are really giving me a headache. I don't even know what they're talking about." Her complaining voice broke the tranquility of the study.
Shue Ling quietly observes the soul mirror, this legendary antique is quietly placed in a corner of the table, its surface occasionally flashing a faint light, as if echoing some ancient power. "Perhaps we should start with the legend of this soul mirror, maybe we can find a way to deal with the black mist."
"You are all so serious, maybe I should be serious too," Lin Tiantian put down the scroll in her hand and sighed, half seriously and half jokingly.
Lin Ting suddenly put down the book and said seriously, "We need to develop a comprehensive plan. Relying solely on impulse and recklessness is not enough. First, we need to have a deeper understanding of the power of soul mirror and find a way to use it to combat the black mist."
Shue Ling nodded in agreement, "Yes, I remember there were rumors in the demon realm that soul mirror can reflect the truest thoughts deep within the viewer. If we can unlock its secrets, perhaps we can find the weakness of the black mist."
Lin Tiantian suddenly brightened: "Can we design a trap, use the soul mirror to lure the black mist, and then directly attack its weak point?"
Lin Ting smiled slightly, this was the first time she had seen her younger sister so proactive since she got injured: "This idea is not bad, but we must be careful and ensure that the plan is foolproof. After all, the black mist is not an easy opponent to deal with."
Shue Ling is more practical: "At the same time, we also need to strengthen our own power, whether it is martial arts or willpower, there can be no slack."
In this way, the three of them began intensive preparations. In the study, Lin Tiantian, Lin Ting, and Shue Ling sat around an ancient wooden desk, with various ancient books and scrolls piled on the table, and sunlight streaming through the windows, illuminating their serious faces.
Lin Ting was flipping through an ancient book on formations, his brows furrowing and relaxing as he focused intently. Suddenly, he looked up at Lin Tiantian and asked, " Tiantian, the 'Seven Stars Linked Beads' formation mentioned in this book should be effective against the black mist, but it requires extremely high coordination and speed. What do you think?"
Lin Tiantian smirked and replied nonchalantly, "Brother, you know my speed. But if it can make shopping in the formation enjoyable for me, then coordination naturally won't be a problem." She pretended to be serious but with a playful tone, instantly lightening the tense atmosphere.
Shue Ling shook his head gently and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "What kind of metaphor is that?" His voice was cold, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.
As night fell, the three of them moved to the training ground in the courtyard. It was spacious and empty, illuminated by rows of lanterns, providing them with a perfect training ground for real combat.
During a practice session, Lin Tiantian took the lead, while Lin Ting and Shue Ling assisted from the sides. Lin Tiantian swiftly charged forward, wielding her spiritual sword, while Lin Ting and Shue Ling each showcased their own strengths, coordinating their attacks from the front and back. However, just as they were about to complete a perfect collaboration, Lin Tiantian suddenly stopped in her tracks, kicked a small stone on the ground, and pretended to complain, "Who put this stone here? I almost fell flat on my face!"
Lin Ting looked at her helplessly and said, "Are you in a battle training or out for a stroll? Focus a little more." Despite the admonishment, her tone carried a hint of indulgence, clearly accustomed to her sister's spontaneous nature.
Shue Ling walked over and gently picked up the stone, deep in thought: "Perhaps this stone is the key. Should we incorporate it into the formation?" Although his words were serious, the smile in the corner of his eyes revealed that he, too, was influenced by the atmosphere of Lin Tiantian and joined in the lighthearted banter.
Through this seemingly ambiguous training and mutual teasing, they not only honed each other's combat skills but also deepened their friendship. After each training session, they would sit together, discussing the gains and losses of the day, encouraging each other to progress together.
So, day after day, they grew together in the world of books and the shadow of swords, silently preparing for the upcoming battle.
One day, as the sunlight streamed through the window and onto the floor of the study, Lin Ting looked at the scenery outside and suddenly spoke, "The plan is almost ready. It's time to take action."
Lin Tiantian Immediately felt invigorated: "Finally, it's about to begin! This time, we must make the black mist look good."
Shue Ling stood up with a serious expression: "Success or failure depends on this one time. We must give it our all."
As the moment for the launch of the plan arrived, the training of the three individuals also entered an intense phase. On this day, they chose a spacious area to conduct their final comprehensive drill. Far from the hustle and bustle, only the gentle mountain breeze and occasional bird chirps could be heard, as if even the natural world was showing its support for them.
Lin Ting stood in the front, took a deep breath, and slowly drew the short sword from his waist. The blade shimmered with a cold light in the sunlight. He turned to look at Lin Tiantian and Shue Ling behind him, his eyes serious and resolute. "Let's start with the basic formation cooperation. Remember, not a single step can afford any mistakes."
Lin Tiantian excitedly jumped forward, casually waving the spiritual sword in her hand, occasionally making a "swoosh" sound. She giggled and teased, "Brother, don't worry, this little matter is a piece of cake for me. By the way, after all this is over, you have to buy me that new outfit I've been eyeing as a reward!"
Shue Ling stood to the side, holding a long whip, still wearing a stern expression, but his eyes involuntarily revealed a smile, "If only you were as focused as when you're shopping, we might have already won."
Three people began to practice in the order and movements arranged by Lin Ting. Lin Tiantian served as the main attacker. Although her movements were a bit awkward, with each repetition, she gradually became more skilled. Lin Ting and Shue Ling provided support from the flanks, and their movements were seamlessly coordinated, with each attack being precise.
However, during one practice session, Lin Tiantian intentionally struck a carefree pose, nearly causing the entire formation to collapse. Lin Ting furrowed her brow, about to speak, when she saw Lin Tiantian suddenly accelerate and complete the attack in an unexpected way, smoothly ending the practice.
Lin Ting Let go of the seriousness just now and smiled, "It seems that even in the most serious training, you can find fun."
Shue Ling Put away the long whip and said gently, "This is your way. Although it's unconventional, it has its own effect."
In the training ground, three people sat in a small circle on the soft grass. Lin Tiantian drank water while complaining about tonight's training. Her face showed dissatisfaction, but her eyes sparkled with unyielding determination.
"This training is really exhausting. Brother, please don't come up with such torturous training plans in the future," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Her innocent appearance contrasted sharply with her usual violent image.
Lin Ting listened, a gentle smile appearing on his face as he picked up a blade of grass and gently twirled it in his hand. "As long as it gives us a better chance against the Black Mist, any hardship is worth it." His voice was calm and resolute, reflecting his responsibilities as a seasoned Demon Hunter and his desire for victory.
Shue Ling, however, did not join their conversation. He stood up, his posture as straight as a pine tree, appearing particularly tall in the night breeze. Gazing towards the distant horizon, his deep eyes revealed lofty ambitions. "No matter what, we must fight to the end. This is not just for ourselves, but for the peace of the entire Three Realms." His words were filled with unwavering conviction, embodying his duty as the Prince of the Demon Tribe.
Lin Tiantian listened and giggled, seeming to have found a new source of amusement. "Oh, Shue Ling, you look so serious, it's really funny. But you're right, we have to go all out for the peace of the three realms!" As she spoke, she stood up, waving her hands and imitating a fighting stance, her lively appearance contrasting sharply with Shue Ling's seriousness.
Watching this scene, Lin Ting couldn't help but smile and softly said, " Tiantian, don't forget we have training tomorrow morning. Don't stay up too late." Although his tone carried a hint of reproach, it was more filled with affection and tolerance for his younger sister.
Shue Ling was also amused by Lin Tiantian's behavior, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said lightly, "It seems that even in the most difficult training, you can still find joy."
In this way, they teased and encouraged each other in the night. At this moment, even in the face of great difficulties, they found the courage to move forward together.
Three people stood up again, looked at each other, and their eyes shimmered with an unyielding light. Even in the face of the great demon of the three realms, they have a firm belief and are willing to sacrifice everything to protect their loved ones.
As the sun sets, their figures gradually fade into the afterglow of the setting sun, heralding an imminent battle that will determine the fate of the three realms.
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