RYEY -Chapter 544 The Four-Ingredient Wooden Saber Pill

“Dad, I’m sorry I came back so late. But please rest assured—I will definitely bring Cheng Qiao home.”

“Really? You promise? You must promise me.”

“I promise, Dad. Don’t worry.”

Looking at Cheng Liguo’s snow-white hair and his skin darkened to a blackish brown by years under the sun, Li Huan was filled with guilt. It was all because his talent was too poor—if he had returned five years earlier, Cheng Qiao would never have suffered such calamity.

“How will you save her? I’ve been shoveling sand here for five years. I finish digging today, and tomorrow it’s covered again. But I do have results—look over there. Green has already appeared. That’s Qiaoqiao responding to me.”

Li Huan’s eyesight was excellent. He gazed into the distance, and in the vast desert he could vaguely see a cluster of green, appearing and disappearing. The sight made his heart surge with excitement.

He knew Cheng Qiao carried a magical treasure. That treasure was incredibly powerful—it could snatch lives from the King of Hell, turn deserts into oases, and even transform him from an ordinary person into an esper.

“Dad, don’t dig today. I’ve already seen Cheng Qiao. I’ll go find someone and get a sand buggy.”

“Get another one—I’m going too.”

“Dad, if you go as well, I’ll be distracted. It’s better if you wait at home peacefully and let me bring Cheng Qiao back.”

A sharp pain pierced Cheng Liguo’s heart. His daughter had fallen into this state precisely because she tried to save him. History must not repeat itself—he had to listen to Li Huan.

Cheng Qiao finally succeeded in developing the Wooden Saber Pill. To refine this pill, she had almost risked her life, because one of its most crucial ingredients turned out to be dragon blood.

Little Redhead had already left, and it wasn’t a dragon anyway—at most, it had cultivated into a jiao. Only after successfully surviving its tribulation might it become a jiao-dragon.

With no other choice, Cheng Qiao had to find another path. In order to find a dragon, she ventured out of the space time and again at the risk of her life, yet every time she was forced back by the surrounding sand.

Over time, Cheng Qiao came up with a desperate idea. She had an inexhaustible supply of spatial water—could she plant greenery beneath the desert?

If it succeeded, perhaps she could slowly move outward along the roots of the plants. But countless failed experiments plunged her into despair.

The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree had been watching coldly all along. It knew that Cheng Qiao had fallen into a misconception. The so-called dragon blood did not refer to the blood of an actual dragon, but to a plant called the “dragon blood tree.”

This dragon blood tree secretes a red liquid—that was the dragon blood needed for the Wooden Saber Pill. Yet it could not remind her; only when Cheng Qiao realized it herself could she succeed in one decisive stroke.

However, although the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree did not warn her, it secretly grew its own qilin grass. Taking advantage of Cheng Qiao leaving the space, it brought the qilin grass out as well.

It knew that the dragon blood tree, like itself, was an immortal tree that had already developed spiritual awareness. As long as it sensed the qilin grass, it would surely come looking.

Thus, when Cheng Qiao ventured out of the space once again, she was delighted to discover that before her eyes was no longer pitch-black darkness, but a long tree trunk.

At the sight of the trunk, inspiration struck. She took out a scalpel and cut open the outer bark. A stream of red liquid flowed out, and she quickly produced a porcelain bottle to collect it.

After taking the dragon blood tree’s sap, Cheng Qiao used spatial water to heal it. Once the dragon blood tree tasted the spatial water, it was unwilling to leave ever again.

In this way, Cheng Qiao finally gathered all four ingredients required for the Wooden Saber Pill and dumped them all into the drawer of the small wooden house. The drawer closed automatically.

She waited and waited, not knowing how long had passed. When the drawer finally opened on its own, a red pill lay inside, emitting a strong, pungent stench.

“So this is the Wooden Saber Pill? I wonder if it was successfully refined.”

Cheng Qiao happily picked up the pill, unaware that outside, the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree was so excited it was almost about to burst through the ground.

“I should go get more dragon blood. I can’t just refine a single pill.”

Cheng Qiao left the space once more. This time, she was skilled at it—cutting the dragon blood tree’s bark to collect the sap while feeding it spatial water.

In the blink of an eye, the dragon blood tree was covered in dense knife marks. Yet wherever the spatial water washed over, the wounds quickly healed.

In half a year, Cheng Qiao managed to refine only ten Wooden Saber Pills. When she tried to take more dragon blood, she found the outside empty—only a huge pit remained, once occupied by the dragon blood tree and not yet filled by sand.

“Old Tree, has the dragon blood tree left? Will it come back?”

“It won’t come back. Go look for any roots or branches of the dragon blood tree and plant them in this land. And move me out as well—otherwise, there will never be another chance to leave.”

Cheng Qiao’s heart ached. She knew that once she moved the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree out, the chance of ever moving it back would be almost zero. In other words, she would lose this companion who had been with her for over ten years.

“Old Tree… I can’t bear to part with you.”

“There must be loss to gain. Perhaps this is also my destiny.”

If it stayed in Cheng Qiao’s space, it might never have a chance to rise in this lifetime. It was better, like the dragon blood tree, to seek heavenly opportunities—once an opportunity arose, it too could soar between heaven and earth.

After searching for a long time, Cheng Qiao finally spotted a slender, tender branch in a corner nearly buried by sand. Overjoyed, she brought it back into the space and buried it right beside the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree.

The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree cast one last lingering glance at the fertile land. Its entire trunk slowly lifted upward, revealing countless roots, before allowing Cheng Qiao to take it out.

Cheng Qiao took out a pair of large pruning shears meant for trimming branches and cut off several roots from the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree. This was her keepsake of the old tree—what if they could be grown?

The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree sighed inwardly. What use were roots? Tender branches were far better. At the instant it left the space, a long, thin tender branch was left behind in the pit.

After emerging, the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree occupied the hollow left by the dragon blood tree. Only then did Cheng Qiao realize how massive that dragon blood tree had been.

Even such a thick Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree couldn’t fill the pit completely. Sand quickly collapsed from all sides, directly filling the empty cavities.

Cheng Qiao swiftly drew out spatial water and thoroughly watered the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree. Relying on this water, the old tree’s roots firmly gripped the sandy ground.

Year after year, nourished by the miraculous spatial water, the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree strove upward every moment. The cluster of green that Cheng Liguo saw was the very treetop of the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree.

Cheng Qiao had once climbed upward along the trunk and finally saw the long-lost sun. But seeing the boundless desert stretching endlessly around her, she gave up the thought of leaving.

Until one day, Cheng Qiao suddenly felt cold. In her space, which was springlike all year round, cold air had actually invaded. The shock filled her with dread.