Trusting Qing Ye, Cooperating with Someone for the First Time

I returned to my little nest.

I slowly shed my dress and undergarments, gazing at a piece of fabric before finally sighing.

Purification Technique.

A pile of clothes became clean again, but it drained my spiritual energy reserves.

Today was indeed more than just ordinary abdominal pain. Fortunately, I had the invincible buff granted by the system, making an accidental miscarriage almost impossible. Otherwise, the cub I was carrying would definitely be in danger.

After all, I hadn't even passed the first three months yet.

I heated a bucket of water for myself and slowly sank my jade-like shoulders into it, gently placing my hands on my lower abdomen.

"Cub."

"Please bear with it for now."

"Things will get better in the future, and I'll be able to earn more Spirit Stones."

Perhaps it was because I was a mother for the first time, or maybe it was due to the deep-seated reasons of having a different gender in my past life, but referring to myself as "Mother" always made me feel a bit awkward. I figured it would take some time to adapt.

The air was silent, the bathtub warm.

No one responded to my words, yet my heart gradually calmed.

Since it wasn't bothering me anymore, the cub must have heard what I was saying.

Was it just my imagination?

I always felt this baby in my belly was very spiritual, unlike an ordinary human infant.

As my bath finally ended, I looked at my reflection in the water mirror.

My figure was not only incredibly petite but also quite frail, as if I had only ever eaten simple meals to stave off hunger.

To prevent the future cub from starving during breastfeeding, I needed to earn enough money for milk powder. I had heard that Spirit Milk in the Cultivation World was frighteningly expensive, and I hoped my savings would be enough for the first few months.

The highest point of Heavenly Sword Peak.

Heavenly Sword Venerable impatiently opened his eyes and looked at a figure standing at the foot of the stairs. It was a core member of Jian Wushuang's family.

The person, dressed in black, cupped his fist respectfully. "Greetings, Venerable. I am here on behalf of my nephew Wushuang to apologize for any offense caused. This is a compensation gift from the Heavenly Sword Family to Fairy Xiaoyao, totaling thirty million Low-grade Spirit Stones. I hope the Venerable can forward it and that Fairy Xiaoyao will not mind Wushuang's abruptness and will let the matter rest."

With this seemingly insurmountable combination of actions, it was no wonder no female cultivator had come to cause a scene.

"Alright, you may withdraw."

After the black-clothed person from the Heavenly Sword Family left, Heavenly Sword Venerable pocketed all the Spirit Stones without a second thought. After some deliberation, he instructed someone, "Go and get ten Spirit Stones and give them to Ye Xiaoyao, telling her they are from Wushuang as compensation."

"As you command."

The next morning, I looked at the Spirit Stones handed to me, my eyes shining so brightly they could barely be contained. "Are you sure... this is for me?"

"Yes, this is compensation from Senior Brother Wushuang."

"Since it's my compensation, I'll accept it with a clear conscience."

I abandoned my previous gloom and broke into my first big smile in days. So many things had happened recently that even I, someone who never engaged in mental self-torment, had fallen into a period of depression. Finally, a happy event had occurred, and my steps became bouncy again.

This was a full ten Spirit Stones.

That was the amount I could earn from cultivating a Spirit Field for over a year.

And that didn't even account for the smaller amount I could actually save.

Speaking of which, Jian Wushuang was truly a good person.

She made me take the blame for the Female Protagonist and even gave me Spirit Stones as compensation.

Should I take her off my blacklist?

Perhaps I could forgive her for planning to use me for her Ruthless Dao cultivation.

Happy.

My eyes curved like a new moon.

I quickly walked into the private room within my Cave Mansion and hid the ten Spirit Stones I had just received along with my original thirty-seven.

Heavenly Sword Peak always had petty thieves, and they were never completely caught. These unscrupulous cultivators liked to bully low-level female cultivators, so I had to be vigilant.

"Cub, cub, we have forty-seven Spirit Stones now."

Regardless of whether the baby could hear me, I hugged my pillow with both arms and happily rolled around on the bed, my light pink waterfall of hair spreading around me.

Even the decorations on the ceiling seemed many times more pleasing to the eye.

Let's go out!

My gaze suddenly fixed on a spot, and my pupils contracted sharply.

Life's greatest ups and downs were nothing compared to this.

On a nearby ancient tree, there was a perfect triangle symbol, next to which was a combination of two overlapping rectangles. The two marks were made with different pens. Seeing them, I was almost furious. These petty thieves had dared to scout my territory!

The first △ symbol represented a solitary female.

The second combination symbol represented that the homeowner was timid and afraid of trouble.

This summarized me perfectly.

This bunch of petty thieves who can't be wiped out is really infuriating.

They dared to steal from a Direct Disciple?

I angrily pried the symbol off the tree.

After a simple thought, I changed it to a circle with two horizontal lines crossing through it. This represented that there was danger inside the house, and only then did I stop.

Suddenly seeing the symbol left by the thieves, I didn't dare to go out anymore.

What should I do?

I've been targeted by thieves.

Why is only my Direct Disciple living halfway up the mountain?

There are a lot of Inner Sect Disciples living nearby, and they're a mixed bag of all sorts of people. Some unsavory characters can even become Inner Sect Disciples with the most lenient vetting.

The Sect needs these people to constantly do missions day and night. Only by becoming an Inner Sect Disciple can one truly be considered a member of the Wuya Sect.

Otherwise, Ye Qingxian wouldn't be maintaining order every day.

I stomped my feet in anger, I didn't even have time to tend to my Spirit Field temporarily.

Two Spirit Stones and dozens of them, I could still distinguish what was more important.

A Storage Bag costs twenty-five Spirit Stones.

I could buy one directly, but I would also go bankrupt directly.

I decided not to go out at all. I sat down right at my doorstep, grinding my teeth in anger.

To think that I, Ye Xiaoyao, am such an honest and law-abiding person. Ruling the world is just something I think about in my heart for now. Before I take action, I'm just an obedient and adorable little loli.

Ever since I was three years old, a tiny tot, I've been working hard to help others farm just to get by. I farmed until I was twelve before taking on my first Spirit Field mission. It wasn't until I was nineteen that I saved up a few dozen Spirit Stones. How could these people heartlessly leave behind a marking symbol?

These people are sickeningly bad, even worse than me, Ye Xiaoyao.

The more I thought about it, the angrier and more wronged I felt.

I was simply filled with frustration.

When I, Ye Xiaoyao, rule the world—

I will kill every single one of you.

My eyes darkened considerably. I felt like my emotions were uncontrollable, heading towards a dark path. I took a deep breath and suppressed the immense hatred in my heart before turning back. I dug out the Spirit Stones from the floor and walked to the spacious courtyard, dug a hole, and buried them. This made me feel infinitely more at ease.

I really wanted to carry them all with me, but each Spirit Stone was bigger than my palm. How could I carry them out to work?

Returning to the Spirit Field at the foot of the mountain, I immediately saw the green-robed girl beside me. She nonchalantly withdrew her gaze and diligently tended to her own field.

"Cub, hold on a little longer."

"Can Mother finish farming before you make a fuss?" My pretty face flushed slightly. Saying "Mother" felt a bit embarrassing, but I gradually adapted. It was like an early immersion into role-playing.

I don't know if it was my words that worked, or if today wasn't as tiring as yesterday, but I managed to till all the Spirit Fields in one go.

While I was wholeheartedly farming, Qing Ye's gaze would always drift over occasionally.

And when I looked over, all I could see was her retreating figure.

On the third day, Qing Ye indeed did not come.

I didn't touch my own Spirit Field. Instead, I first tilled hers, and only then did I get to my own land.

Night had long fallen. The cultivation realms of Handymen were generally not high, and many needed daily sleep. The entire Spirit Field area at the foot of the mountain was left with only a few scattered figures.

Under the tree.

A figure in green robes and black clothes stared at the petite figure in front of her, whose back was slightly bent from exhaustion and who paused to take a bite of a flatbread from time to time. Her eyes were complex and unreadable.

But.

She—cannot go out.

Ye Xiaoyao's guard was too high. To further integrate into her life, this was a necessary step.

The intense pain of only being able to observe made her unable to comprehend its depth.

Is this—

The empathy she possessed?

Around three in the morning.

I was walking home, so tired I could barely move my legs. My whole body felt like it was falling apart, yet I still had the energy to joke with the Baby.

"Cub, when you grow up, don't just farm like Mother."

"I've experienced it for you, it's really too tiring."

"You must cultivate properly, no slacking, understand? Otherwise, there will be plenty of farming hardship waiting for you."

"You should be a glamorous cultivator."

Perhaps.

It wasn't an illusion I conjured out of thin air.

It was that the Cub could actually hear what I was saying.

I'm so exhausted, my stomach doesn't even hurt this badly.

Tonight is unexpectedly quiet.

On the fourth day, I saw Qing Ye's figure again.

Because she really didn't come yesterday, I gradually let down my guard.

I took a few steps towards her, "Ye Xiaoyao."

Qing Ye was stunned for a moment, "Hmm, a nice name?"

"Nice?" I tilted my head habitually, my face showing my usual meekness.

Qing Ye's eyes suddenly became unfocused, as if she hadn't seen this Ye Xiaoyao in a long time. When did it start? Was it when she decided to understand Ye Xiaoyao better, to connect with Ye Xiaoyao, and wanted to actively help her, that her face only showed impatience, hidden rejection, and disgust?

Two completely different appearances, which one is the real Ye Xiaoyao?

Is it the smile and weakness she always shows in front of strangers?

Or is it the instinctive strong rejection and silent indifference when others try to get close to her...

As she delved deeper into Ye Xiaoyao's life, she suddenly knew which one was the only correct answer.

In reality, Ye Xiaoyao is more fragile than anyone imagines, and also stronger and more resilient than anyone understands.

"Hmm, it's nice," Qing Ye replied.

I pursed my lips and smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

In my opinion, Ye Da Yao sounds better than Ye Xiaoyao.

Why should I, Ye Xiaoyao, only have a name like "Xiao" which implies a lesser status, instead of names like Ye Qingxian, Yue Wuhua, or Jian Wushuang, which carry profound blessings and life meanings?

However, I can't change my name.

My name is already deeply bound to my lit soul lamp in the Sect's records...

"We can cooperate again in the future."

I looked at the girl in green, my eyes curving.

My voice was soft and weak.

It's precisely this outward appearance that makes many people enjoy bullying me.

Who am I kidding, I can't even beat the big yellow dog at the gate.

And it's a Yao Beast.

"Okay," Qing Ye's personality also seemed quite good.

The two of us had officially met.

I wasn't stingy with my smiles and even made small talk with her.

She handed me a Low-level Sound Transmission Talisman, a common communication tool for low-level disciples. After thinking about it, I accepted it.

"If there's anything to cooperate on in the future, you can contact me directly."

"Not just farming tasks, if you need help with anything else, you can also find me directly. After all, I do need help in other areas, so it's just mutual assistance."

"Okay." I didn't give her my own Sound Transmission Talisman. "Pleasure cooperating with you."

After thinking it over, I decided to agree.

I don't think this person is bad. Furthermore, she's the first person since I joined the Wuya Sect who has spoken to me like this, so I couldn't bring myself to reject her.

She didn't treat me like an insignificant weakling, and cooperation could naturally continue.

Speaking of Sound Transmission Talismans.

Since I joined the Wuya Sect at the age of three, I've never given anyone my own Sound Transmission Talisman, always maintaining a certain level of caution.

After finishing the farming, I returned home and fell asleep.

When people are tired, they sleep very deeply.

Late at night, I, who have lived alone for many years, am extremely sensitive. Hearing the faint sound of soil being turned in the courtyard, I jolted awake. I grabbed a Talisman from the nightstand, confirmed my dagger was still there, applied a treasured Concealment Talisman to myself, and crept out with a grim expression.

How dare you steal my Ye Xiaoyao's Spirit Stones.

If you make it so I, Ye Xiaoyao, can't live, then no one will live.

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