Ye Qixin carefully went through everyone who could still plot against her in the Cultivation World, but never once considered her own mother.
Unable to identify a target at all, she could only start swinging her shovel again.
At the same time, she scolded sternly.
It was as though she were venting her feelings.
"Little White, no slacking."
"Don't you have claws of your own?"
"Dig hard!"
"Not to criticize you, but you're getting more and more useless. You're no help at all. If Mommy didn't forbid me from eating mice, I'd really like to find out what mice taste like, like those other cats talk about."
Hearing that it was going to be eaten.
And bitten to death by a kitten's most vicious teeth at that.
The fear of cats etched into its genes.
Made Little White shudder violently several times before it squeaked and started flailing its claws...
For a moment, dirt flew everywhere.
It had suffered a completely undeserved calamity this time.
Holding a shovel taller than herself, Ye Ranxing tapped the golden soil on the ground. "Is there really treasure down there? Why does this feel so unreliable?"
Ye Zhaoxuan replied, "There... probably is."
"I heard Mother say once that the more abundant someone's fortune is in the Cultivation World, the greater the opportunities they happen upon in everyday life. Little sister, try sensing it carefully. Just standing here, I can already feel that whatever's below is unusual. There must be an extraordinary treasure."
As the third daughter carrying both Ye Xiaoyao's and Ye Qingxian's bloodlines, Ye Ranxing naturally would not be a mortal with ordinary fortune either.
She had simply been too impatient earlier and had not tried sensing anything at all.
Now that she quieted down, she suddenly swung her huge hoe hard the