RYEY -Chapter 379 Almost Scared to Death

It wasn’t until a familiar eagle cry rang out that Cheng Qiao looked up and realized that the sky had already darkened. When she checked her spatial pocket, she was shocked even by herself.

Good heavens! She had promised herself she would only cut down ten trees, but a quick count revealed at least twenty, probably more. At that moment, Cheng Qiao felt her hands no longer obeying her—numb from overwork.

Instantly stepping into the spatial pocket, she quickly washed herself with the pocket’s water. Her lost strength returned almost immediately, and Cheng Qiao emerged from the space fully re-energized.

The sea-eastern blue eagle (Haidong Qing) dove toward Cheng Qiao the moment it saw her, but when it reached the ground, she had vanished—of course, she had gone to that “good place,” but unfortunately, she couldn’t enter and exit freely.

Seeing Cheng Qiao appear again, the eagle let out a series of clucks and chirps. Cheng Qiao understood immediately—Haidong Qing had found another good fruit tree and wanted her to transplant it into the spatial pocket.

“Crouch down, otherwise how am I supposed to get on?”

Cheng Qiao’s height barely reached the eagle’s chest. The eagle rolled its eyes in disdain but slowly squatted down, enduring as Cheng Qiao used its feathers like a rope to pull herself up.

Finally climbing up, Cheng Qiao pressed her upper body tightly against the eagle’s neck, hands gripping the feathers there.

Haidong Qing stood up, ran a few steps, flapping its wings up and down. Cheng Qiao’s hair stood on end from the wind, and then she felt weightless.

“You better fly steadily—if I fall, I’m done for.”

As she rose higher off the ground, her initial excitement vanished completely. Cheng Qiao felt a chill of fear and shouted warnings at the eagle.

Haidong Qing had initially intended to listen but, for some unknown reason, suddenly decided to play a trick on her.

It first glided steadily for a while, then abruptly folded its wings and dove downward. The sudden drop startled Cheng Qiao, causing her to lose balance and slide down along the eagle’s neck.

“Ah… you stupid bird!”

Cheng Qiao yelled angrily. Seeing her slip, the eagle was nearly thrown off balance too, but fortunately, its head was small yet clever, and it tightened its wings, diving even faster than Cheng Qiao was falling.

It then spread its massive wings and flapped twice, catching Cheng Qiao smoothly. She felt as if she had landed in a soft, ticklish pile of wheat, but she knew she was still in danger.

She was lying on the eagle’s wings. If she didn’t quickly climb onto its back, it would continue gliding, and a slight wing movement could fling her off like a rag doll.

First, she oriented herself and realized her head was facing outward from the wings. She struggled to turn and crawl toward the eagle’s neck.

Haidong Qing felt its large feathers being tugged off one by one, sending pain through its body, but it dared not resist even slightly.

Gliding takes time. If it stopped, it would plummet to the ground, dying midair—a disgrace to the entire eagle clan.

As the ground approached, Cheng Qiao finally gripped the feathers tightly, and Haidong Qing flapped its wings vigorously, soaring high again.

This time, it flew steadily, truly steadily. Even Cheng Qiao, who had been jittery on planes in her previous life, felt smooth and balanced with the eagle riding the air currents.

“I’ll make a protective shield on you. For faraway places, I’ll let you fly me there.”

Cheng Qiao communicated with Haidong Qing through her consciousness. The eagle immediately agreed. After nearly making an irreparable mistake just now, it would do whatever she asked.

The Qilian Mountains stretched for hundreds of kilometers. As Cheng Qiao lifted her head slightly, she was nearly breathless from the view.

The sky seemed washed clean, clouds rolled sparsely. Sunlight filtered through uneven layers of clouds, casting golden light across the peaks, and she was flying through it.

This was a place where one could almost pluck a cloud with a hand, a place so pure that it forbade wicked thoughts—a place closest to heaven.

“Haidong, thank you.”

Cheng Qiao took a deep breath, reaching toward a seemingly ethereal cloud. Haidong Qing let out a proud cry, its calls scaring the small beasts on the mountain into fleeing.

The eagle gradually slowed. Cheng Qiao saw two tall trees ahead, heavy with round, red fruits resembling fresh jujubes, alternating in red and green—a beautiful sight.

“Are these jujube trees? They don’t look like it.”

Haidong Qing glanced at her sideways, as if disdaining her ignorance. “These weren’t jujubes—they were Siwei trees, ancient divine trees.”

“Ancient divine trees? Even stronger than the Qilin Resurrection Tree?” Cheng Qiao was genuinely shocked—ancient divine trees!

Haidong Qing shook its head. Even it didn’t know which was stronger, the Qilin Resurrection Tree or the Siwei Tree.

When it first came here years ago, it had seen the Siwei trees but lacked the spiritual power to reach them—not even passing by was possible.

Perhaps spending so much time in the spatial pocket, absorbing abundant spiritual energy, had allowed it to reach here during free flight.

Haidong Qing began to descend slowly. But while it thought it was descending gently, Cheng Qiao somersaulted off its back, tumbling multiple times before coming to a stop.

“I didn’t mean to! Really, I didn’t!”

Haidong Qing flapped its wings nervously, explaining repeatedly. Cheng Qiao sighed and stood up, immediately noticing two fruits dangling in front of her eyes—not jujubes, but the fruits of the Siwei tree.

The jujube-like Siwei fruits caught her attention, and she plucked them casually. But the moment the fruits left the branch, they mysteriously vanished.

“Huh, where did the jujube go?”

Haidong Qing flapped its wings at the Siwei tree. The strong gust blew the fruits down, nearly sending Cheng Qiao flying as well.

“This big bird is really something—you love it and hate it at the same time!”

The fruits fell to the ground but did not disappear. Cheng Qiao carefully picked them up and, upon touching them, finally exhaled in relief.

After eating two, the hunger she had felt before vanished. These fruits also seemed to wash away her fatigue and dizziness.

“Haidong, these really are divine fruits—eat quickly.”

Haidong Qing had already begun pecking at the Siwei fruits with its beak, eating five or six in a row, then stopping, unable to eat more.

Looking at the fruits on the ground, Cheng Qiao placed her hand on them and, with a thought, made a dozen fruits vanish instantly.

But it wasn’t just the dozen fruits—the two enormous Siwei trees disappeared too, leaving behind two vast, boundless holes, deep as the sea.

“Squawk…”