RYEY -Chapter 541 Still Alive

Yao Peng rushed over as soon as he received the news. He didn’t believe Cheng Qiao was dead. In fact, he knew more secrets than Wu Hongxin— in his eyes, Cheng Qiao was practically a half-immortal.

“Old man, we finally got such a rare genius, and now heaven envies talent too much.”

“No. Cheng Qiao definitely isn’t dead. She has her own means of survival.”

“What are you thinking? That was quicksand. Once you’re trapped, who knows where you’ll be carried off to. How could she survive? Sigh… fate. It’s all fate.”

Yao Peng said nothing. He firmly believed Cheng Qiao wasn’t dead, but there was no need to argue with Wu Hongxin right now.

“Continue sending people to protect Cheng Qiao’s children—every single one of them, no mistakes. And seal off the news. Cheng Liguo and Qin Guoqing can be trusted, but Yuan Guangming must be kept under watch.”

Wu Hongxin spoke again. This was the last thing he could do for Cheng Qiao. He only hoped her children could grow up safely and healthily.

…

Cheng Qiao’s vision went black, and she knew she had been swallowed by quicksand. With a thought, she instantly entered her space, narrowly escaping a fatal disaster.

Standing on the land inside the space and looking outward, she saw nothing but pitch-black darkness. She knew that if no one dug through this desert, she would never be able to leave.

Fortunately, the space had food and water, so her life wasn’t in danger. She just didn’t know whether her father and children could endure this outcome.

And Li Huan—what would happen when he returned and couldn’t find her? The most troublesome thing was that the desert looked still on the surface, but was actually constantly shifting. By the time Li Huan and the others came back, no one would know where she had drifted to.

Far away in a bitterly cold land, Li Huan, who was cultivating, frowned slightly, as if about to wake. But Hu Lata, beside him, suppressed the reaction. The poison hadn’t been fully refined yet—how could he stop halfway?

Seeing Li Huan re-enter cultivation, Hu Lata slowly let out a breath. He was almost through it—this absolutely could not fail at the last moment.

But why had Li Huan reacted at such a critical time? Something must have happened. Hu Lata, born with supernatural abilities, never believed in coincidence. He decided to go out and take a look.

Just as he stepped out the door, the special communication device at his waist vibrated slightly. Hu Lata immediately contacted Wu Hongxin and learned that Cheng Qiao had met with disaster.

No wonder Li Huan had reacted—husband and wife were of one heart. When one encountered trouble, the other would surely sense it.

Yet Hu Lata did not believe Cheng Qiao was dead. If she truly had died, Li Huan would never have been suppressed so easily.

“You want me to head over and take a look? Fine, I’ll set out immediately.”

Wu Hongxin also didn’t truly believe Cheng Qiao had died, which was why he had contacted Hu Lata in particular. Only Hu Lata could handle this kind of matter—after all, he was the head of the special department.

Hu Lata quickly packed some simple belongings, deliberately not disturbing Li Huan. Cultivation depended on enlightenment—Li Huan was groping his way along that path, and interrupting him rashly would destroy years of hard practice.

“Hantong, you’re the only one I can trust here. While taking care of Mai Sui, help me keep an eye on Li Huan. Guard him strictly—do not let anyone disturb him.”

“Uncle Lata, who’s in trouble this time?”

“Cheng Qiao met with disaster.”

“What?! Cheng Qiao met with disaster? She… is she dead?”

“Don’t ask too much. Take good care of Mai Sui—I believe she’ll wake up. And we ability users aren’t so easy to kill. This might even be another opportunity for Cheng Qiao.”

“Are you going to look for her? Can I go with you?”

“Then what about your child? And Li Huan?”

Hantong: “…”

Why was she so useless? Mai Sui was unconscious and she could do nothing. Cheng Qiao met with disaster, and she was even more helpless. What kind of ability user was she—she was worse than an ordinary person.

Hu Lata moved swiftly. In less than two days, he arrived at the boundless desert. Looking at the undulating sand dunes, he placed his hand on the sand, and his vast ability surged outward.

Deep in her space, Cheng Qiao, immersed in refining medicine, suddenly sensed something. She flashed over to the black soil and looked at the pitch-dark scene before her, somewhat confused.

“Old Tree, did you sense anything?”

“No…”

“You did. I can tell—you’ve grown fur. That’s how you show guilt.”

The Qilin Soul-Returning Tree trembled. It really couldn’t lie. But it still didn’t want to tell the truth, afraid of affecting Cheng Qiao’s state of mind.

Cheng Qiao circled the Qilin Soul-Returning Tree again and again. Only when the tree could no longer withstand Cheng Qiao’s pressure did it finally let out a sigh.

Actually, leaving wasn’t that difficult. As long as the Mudao Pill could be successfully refined, then the pill made from the Four-Flavored Fruit could be fused into it and sprinkled onto its body. It would naturally be able to pierce through the desert’s restraints and take Cheng Qiao out.

But if that happened, it would have to part ways with Cheng Qiao—just like Little Red Head. From then on, each would cultivate on their own, and whether they would ever meet again in this lifetime was unknown.

Cheng Qiao suddenly understood something. Her mood sank abruptly. She patted the trunk of the Qilin Tree and shook her head.

“Old Tree, I won’t ask anymore. Let things take their natural course.”

Cheng Qiao returned to the alchemy room to continue researching the Mudao Pill. She vaguely felt that if she could crack this toughest nut, she might be able to leave this place.

When she reached the doorway of the wooden house, she noticed that the originally ancient-blue shadow wall had deepened in color, and the four large black characters carved on it had changed from dark gold to a faint purplish-gold.

This change filled Cheng Qiao with joy. She felt that success was not far away. She only hoped that when she finally got out, Li Huan would have no idea how close she had come to dying.

Cheng Qiao once again immersed herself in endless pill refinement, while Hu Lata’s mood improved instead. Although he had overdrawn his supernatural powers, he sensed a trace of life energy feeding back to him.

Cheng Qiao possessed a magical treasure. Hu Lata believed that she must be hiding inside it, waiting for their rescue. But with such a vast desert, how could they possibly carry out a rescue? That would require some serious thought.

Just as Hu Lata was preparing to leave, Cheng Liguo staggered toward the desert. He wanted to find Cheng Qiao. If Cheng Qiao hadn’t come to save him, how could she have perished in the desert?

“Uncle Cheng.”

Cheng Liguo hadn’t seen Hu Lata. All he saw was the desert—and Cheng Qiao beneath the desert sands. It wasn’t until someone suddenly grabbed his arm that he realized Hu Lata was there.

“Uncle Cheng, don’t be sad. Cheng Qiao isn’t dead.”

“Y-you… how do you know?”

“I can sense her aura. It’s just that rescuing her will be a massive undertaking, and success won’t come easily.”

Cheng Liguo suddenly straightened his back. He recalled the secret Cheng Qiao carried. The despair in his eyes vanished, replaced by determination.

In the cultivation chamber, Li Huan had just finished absorbing the last trace of poisonous energy from the corpse. That bit of poison was enough for him to complete all his training movements.

Sensing hope just ahead, Li Huan’s breathing became deep and steady. Without realizing it, the room where he was cultivating turned into a world of ice and snow.