RYEY -Chapter 545 Reunion

Cheng Qiao immediately left the space and heard the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree’s relieved voice: Li Huan had returned from cultivation. That cold air was the ability he had unleashed.

Her heart surged with excitement. She knew the moment of reunion was about to arrive. She immediately returned to the space and took out four pills: the Bamboo Saber Pill, the Iron Saber Pill, the Reed Saber Pill, and the Wooden Saber Pill.

She looked toward the large drawer in the center of the row of drawers in the small wooden house. A glimmer flashed in her eyes—she finally understood how this big drawer was meant to be used.

She put the four pills inside and added some spatial water. The drawer did not close. Was something still missing?

Cheng Qiao fell into deep thought. Propping her head with both hands, she recited every prescription from the ancient medical texts. Gradually, it seemed as though she had gained an insight.

She took out a sharp surgical scalpel and made a cut on her fingertip. Drop by drop, her blood fell into the drawer. There seemed to be a brief flash of purple light, but the drawer still did not close.

Cheng Qiao understood—it wasn’t that the formula was wrong, but that the amount of blood was insufficient. Gritting her teeth, she slashed the scalpel across her own major artery. Blood nearly sprayed out, yet miraculously, every drop fell straight into the drawer without a single one spilling out.

Her vision darkened, her head spun, and she could no longer hold on. She lost consciousness. When she woke again, the large drawer had already closed, yet there was not the slightest trace of injury on her wrist or fingertip.

Cheng Qiao stood up and stretched a little. Aside from extreme exhaustion, her body showed no other abnormalities. Everything that had happened earlier felt like a dream—but she knew it definitely wasn’t.

She went to the lounge, took a shower, fixed herself something to eat, and then lay down on the bed. This sleep lasted three days and three nights.

Cheng Qiao was awakened by an intoxicating fragrance. Without even putting on her shoes, she rushed to the small wooden cabin. The ancient blue screen wall at the entrance had changed color, turning dark gold.

The four large black characters carved on it had also shifted—from a faint purplish-gold to a rich, luxurious deep purple, speckled with shimmering points of gold.

Entering the cabin, the largest drawer had opened. Inside lay a purplish-gold pill the size of Cheng Qiao’s fist. On the drawer itself, purplish-gold characters appeared: Four-Flavor Immortal Pill.

“Old Tree, this is the Four-Flavor Immortal Pill you wanted, right? How do I give it to you?”

When the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree saw the purplish-gold pill, its entire trunk and branches trembled. Before long, dense clusters of qilin grass sprouted all over it.

Cheng Qiao hurriedly started pulling the grass. Who knew if there would be another chance after this? By the time she finished harvesting all the qilin grass, she realized the Four-Flavor Immortal Pill was gone.

“Old Tree, did you absorb the pill? Does that mean you’re about to ascend to immortality?”

The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree radiated a trace of melancholy. Becoming immortal was never that easy—it still had to undergo a lightning tribulation. If it passed, it would become a half-immortal; if not… it would be nothing at all.

Cheng Qiao’s heart clenched painfully, and she clutched her chest with both hands. The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree laughed softly. Even if it failed to become immortal, being able to spend such a long time with this woman so specially favored by Heaven was worth it.

Clenching her teeth, Cheng Qiao entered the wooden cabin once more. This time, she put in two pills of each of the four ingredients—enough to refine two Four-Flavor Immortal Pills.

Naturally, the amount of blood required was twice as much as before. Cheng Qiao swallowed a large handful of health-restoring pills and even took out a Soul-Revival Pill—just in case she kicked the bucket, she could still save herself.

The blade fell, blood surged out, and every drop entered the drawer. Cheng Qiao chewed on health pills while waiting for the drawer to close.

After a very long time, just as stars began flashing before her eyes, she immediately swallowed a Soul-Revival Pill and then slipped into unconsciousness. At that very moment, the drawer finally closed.

From far away came the sound of engines. The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree was startled—it felt the environment around it changing. The sand seemed to be vibrating, continuously collapsing downward.

The tree forced its branches wide open, determined to build a wind-assisted ladder for Cheng Qiao’s departure. Otherwise, surrounded by sand with only a single trunk to climb, she would never make it up.

Li Huan had already seen the treetop ahead, but he noticed the same problem—the sand vehicle beneath him was sinking.

Li Huan slammed on the brakes, drew up a breath of true qi, and struck the sand beneath his feet. Just as the sand was about to sink, it was miraculously frozen solid.

The Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree felt itself being frozen and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The power of the sand was too great—far more than a tree that had yet to ascend could withstand.

Li Huan stepped onto firm sand and slowly walked toward the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree. He had a strong premonition—his wife, Cheng Qiao, was beneath this tree.

“Miraculous tree, can you tell me—is my wife down there?”

The branches atop the tree swayed without wind. Li Huan’s eyes lit up. He grabbed a shovel and began digging.

Wherever his true qi reached, the hardened sand crumbled like tofu. Soon, tall piles of sand rose around the pit.

By the time Hu Lata and four members of the special department arrived, Li Huan had already dug deep into the sand. Worried about a collapse, Hu Lata used steel pipes to reinforce the pit Li Huan had excavated.

The sun rose and set, then rose again. Li Huan seemed to have inexhaustible strength—every day, aside from eating and drinking, he did nothing but dig. The steel pipes they brought were quickly used up.

After being unconscious for a full week, Cheng Qiao finally woke up. She fed herself another large handful of health-restoring pills before struggling to her feet and looking toward the opened drawer.

Sure enough, inside lay two fist-sized Four-Flavor Immortal Pills. Cheng Qiao extended her slender, fair hands and grasped them.

With a flicker of movement, she appeared beside the Qilin Soul-Reviving Tree. Seeing the two purplish-gold pills in her hands, the tree finally understood why she had not appeared for an entire week.

Originally possessing only one Four-Flavor Immortal Pill, surviving the tribulation would have been a near-death gamble. Now, with three pills, it had a thirty percent chance.

But it also knew that Cheng Qiao had nearly paid with her life to refine these two extra pills. A branch extended outward, gently lifting Cheng Qiao upward.

“Your man has already come down. Go reunite.”

Cheng Qiao tightly hugged the tree branch, tears streaming down her face. This parting might mean they would never meet again.

“Cheng Qiao… wife, are you down there?”

Halfway through digging, Li Huan suddenly found that there was no more sand below. What appeared before him were dense branches, with sand wedged between them.

“Li Huan…”

Hearing his call, Cheng Qiao excitedly looked upward. Unfortunately, the thick branches blocked her view—but she knew Li Huan was above her.

One climbed upward, the other downward. At last, they sensed each other’s presence. At the moment they met, time itself seemed to stop, and the entire world fell into stillness.