RYEY -Chapter 380 The Upgrade Was a Bit Sudden

Haidong Qing was startled and let out a sharp cry. Instantly, his eagle beak grabbed the back collar of Cheng Qiao’s shirt as she fell directly toward the tree hollow, flapping his wings at full speed and flying away from the area.

This time, Cheng Qiao was genuinely frightened. If she had fallen into that tree hollow, even with the space, it would only have temporarily preserved her life. After all, the space’s entrance was also its exit—unless she never came out, she would be trapped.

Once they safely reached the mountaintop, far away from the two tree hollows, Cheng Qiao exhaled and silently instructed Haidong Qing: “Enter.”

Both human and eagle disappeared simultaneously, and at the same moment, they fell beside the Qilin Resurrection Tree, Haidong Qing’s wings brushing against the recently awakened Little Redhead.

“Hmm…”

As soon as Cheng Qiao entered the space, she sensed something was off. The original ten-mu patch of black soil had seemingly expanded multiple times, stretching out as far as the eye could see. The Ginseng Tree and the Qilin Resurrection Tree were now farther apart.

Previously, the Ginseng Tree and Qilin Resurrection Tree faced each other diagonally. Now, at the third corner, there were two additional Four-Flavored Trees. And once inside the space, the two new trees were noticeably smaller than when outside.

Cheng Qiao laughed with excitement. This was a huge gain. She quickly stood up and, with a thought, appeared by the well. The well itself hadn’t changed much; white mist swirled above its mouth.

As expected, when she drew water, ripples shimmered with golden light, even stronger than before.

Thrilled, Cheng Qiao rapidly poured bucket after bucket of the golden-light-infused well water into a large jar she had prepared earlier. This kind of spirit water, imbued with golden light, was the best ingredient for crafting Resurrection Pills.

When the well water no longer glimmered, Cheng Qiao poured it at the roots of the Four-Flavored Trees. The leaves rustled, and the remaining fruits fell to the ground with a clatter.

Some of the mature fruits burrowed into the soil, while the rest were collected by Cheng Qiao and stored in dry, sealed fruit trays.

The Qilin Resurrection Tree looked on enviously. Cheng Qiao sensed its emotional fluctuation and quickly approached:

“Can you eat these fruits?”

The Qilin Resurrection Tree shook its head. Its envy was for the fact that the Four-Flavored Tree’s fruits, once planted in black soil, would naturally sprout new saplings, grow, bear fruit, and reproduce further.

The Qilin Resurrection Tree, however, was naturally born and grown, surviving in the Qilian Mountains for thousands of years. It had only now, upon meeting Cheng Qiao and entering her blessed space, found companions it could communicate with.

Although accompanied by the Little Redhead, the Qilin Grass on it, aside from medicinal uses or life-saving properties, had no reproductive ability—it could only wait until the end of its lifespan.

Cheng Qiao leaned against the Qilin Resurrection Tree, feeling a pang of envy herself. This ancient tree had endless life and needed to worry about nothing—except for loneliness.

Unlike humans, who live a mere few decades, burdened with their missions. Even knowing the path ahead would be tough, one had to press forward regardless.

Sailing against the current, one either advances or is swept backward. To live with dignity, one must become strong—so strong that no one dares provoke you. Only then does the world grant a place to stand.

Otherwise, like the little creatures in the Qilian Mountains, they either starve, freeze, or are eaten by stronger animals, hiding day by day, unsure if they will survive to tomorrow.

The Qilin Resurrection Tree paused, its melancholy seeming to lessen. But Cheng Qiao, worried about its gloom, began praising it directly:

“Old tree, do you know that the Qilin Grass on you is a unique treasure in the world? Even the founders of medicine couldn’t obtain it in a lifetime.

Heaven granted me a second life, allowing me to have you and the Four-Flavored Trees as companions—surely to save all living beings. You must help me.”

The Qilin Resurrection Tree trembled slightly. Slowly, tufts of Qilin Grass grew on it—not much, but enough for Cheng Qiao to craft dozens of Resurrection Pills.

“Thank you, old tree. Your merit is immeasurable. Blessings will come to you.”

The Qilin Resurrection Tree, somewhat proud, surprisingly offered Cheng Qiao some insight:

“Do you know why these two fruit trees are called Four-Flavored Trees, and not One-Flavor or Two-Flavor Trees? And why their fruits cannot be plucked by hand, or they vanish?”

Cheng Qiao shook her head. How could she possibly understand such mystical knowledge at her age?

“The fruits of the Four-Flavored Trees cannot be picked by hand—they must be split with a knife. Different materials make the fruits taste different.

A bamboo knife makes the fruit sweet; an iron knife makes it bitter.

A wooden knife makes it sour; a reed knife makes it spicy.

Most importantly, the fruits are not for ordinary mortals. Once, a mortal lost his way in the Qilian Mountains, starving and freezing, and saw a Four-Flavored Tree.

A single fruit filled his stomach. But greed got the better of him. He tried picking more with his hands, yet the fruits vanished the moment they left the branches.

He tried over ten times, always the same. Angry, he drew a machete to chop the tree—but when he finally cut a branch, the tree disappeared.

That mortal was sucked into the sudden tree hollow, trapped here forever, unaware that the Four-Flavored Tree had returned to its original place when he fell in.”

Cheng Qiao shivered. Earlier, she had picked two Four-Flavored fruits by hand, which disappeared immediately once detached. No matter how she searched, she couldn’t find them.

Strangely, Haidong Qing could fan the fruits down with his wings and eat them. She just couldn’t recall the flavors of the two fruits she had eaten.

The Qilin Resurrection Tree was flustered—it had eaten the fruits without knowing the taste and was too embarrassed to ask someone who hadn’t eaten them… well, a tree, really. Its mind was overwhelmed.

Cheng Qiao knew the tree was scolding her, but what could she do? Whether it was the Little Redhead, Haidong Qing, the Ginseng Tree, or the Four-Flavored Trees—they were all drawn here by her space.

By age, the Qilin Resurrection Tree had thousands of growth rings. Let it scold—it at least clarified some mysteries for her.

“Old tree, can these Four-Flavored fruits be used to make pills?”

The Qilin Resurrection Tree fell completely silent. It was only a tree—it didn’t know about pill-making, but it suddenly felt sympathy for the Four-Flavored Trees.

Here with Cheng Qiao, nothing escaped her influence—its Qilin Grass, the Four-Flavored fruits, Ginseng fruit, or even the venom from the Little Redhead.

The happiest of all was Haidong Qing, who hadn’t lost anything… yet. Surely there would be tasks for him in the future.