Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 129 Winning over
You must cover yourself up before leaving.

Ye Qiumian took a deep breath and slowly raised her hand.

The golden core trembled gently within the dantian, and a condensed spiritual energy surged along the meridians to the palm.

Her gaze swept over a half-collapsed hill not far away. Half of the hill had been split off by lightning, and the remaining soil was not too thick, which was just right.

"rise."

With a low shout, he suddenly released his inner energy from his palm.

An invisible force supported half of the hill, and with the rumbling sound of rolling earth and rocks, the hill slowly rose into the air and moved horizontally towards the direction of the rift in the spiritual vein.

This seemingly easy movement actually affected her recently stabilized golden core, causing a thin layer of sweat to quickly appear on her forehead and her spiritual energy circulation to become slightly sluggish.

She bit her lower lip, steadied herself, and slowly adjusted the position of the hill.

Only when the hill landed steadily on the crack, completely pressing down the dull spirit stone, did she breathe a sigh of relief and withdraw her spiritual power.

Immediately afterwards, she waved her sleeve to summon the scorched earth and rubble around her.

Carefully fill the gaps along the edges of the hill, allowing the newly moved soil to blend seamlessly with the surrounding ground.

They even went so far as to bring over a few clumps of charred shrubs and plant them crookedly on the hillside, making them look no different from the surrounding post-disaster landscape and completely inconspicuous.

After doing all this, she took a few steps back and looked around from a distance.

Under the setting sun, the newly moved hill lay silently in the scorched earth, blending into the surrounding landscape ravaged by lightning, gray and unremarkable.

Even if someone passes by, they would never notice that there is a spiritual vein hidden underneath without a close look.

"That's good." Ye Qiumian nodded in satisfaction, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

She took one last look at the hill, silently memorizing its location, then turned and left without lingering.

The figure quickly disappeared into the deepening twilight, leaving only the scorched earth and silent hills standing still in the evening breeze.

Ye Qiumian returned to the edge of the cliff, where the wind was whipping up smog and lashing against the rock face.

Not far away, a large tree stands tall on the grass, swaying in the wind.

"Big Tree, let's go." Ye Qiumian called out in a calm tone.

Upon seeing her, the tree pulled its roots out of the ground and happily hopped in front of Ye Qiu Mian.

The tree began to shrink, eventually transforming into a vine that wrapped around Ye Qiumian's wrist.

The vine gently brushed against her hand; it had seen the lightning strikes that had occurred one after another in the past two days.

I had been worried about her the whole time, and seeing that she was alright, my anxiety finally subsided.

Sensing its concern, Ye Qiumian reached out and gently stroked it.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

After saying that, she flicked her fingertips with spiritual energy, and suddenly rose into the air, falling towards the clouds below the cliff.

The strong wind tugged at his clothes, and as he got closer and closer to the bottom of the cliff, he perhaps sensed the presence of that sapling.

The large tree on her wrist tightened unconsciously, and then no matter how much Ye Qiumian called to it, it wouldn't move an inch.

She glanced down and felt a cool touch on her wrist, carrying the tranquility of grass and trees.

As the clouds and mist below gradually dissipated, the greenery at the bottom of the cliff became faintly visible.

As you slowly descend to the bottom of the cliff, the air is thick with the scent of rising water vapor and the lush, overgrown vegetation.

When Ye Qiumian landed, her toes struck the dead wood, making a crisp "crack" sound.

Following the direction in my memory, I turned past a clump of drooping vines, and the familiar cave entrance suddenly came into view.

She stepped inside, and the cave was no longer as cramped as before.

The stone wall seemed to be stretched open by an invisible force, becoming nearly half again as wide. The passage that was originally only wide enough for one person to pass side by side could now be walked side by side.

In the center of the cave, the sapling she left behind had grown several feet tall, its branches stretching towards the cave ceiling, its newly sprouted leaves gleaming with a lustrous sheen.

She gazed at the sapling, which was clearly growing rapidly, her eyes flickering slightly. This growth rate was indeed unexpected!

But even now, she still can't figure out what kind of tree it is.

Why is the big tree so afraid of it?

If you can't figure something out, just stop thinking about it.

So far, the tree doesn't seem to have intended to harm her.

Ye Qiumian came to the base of the tree, found a place to sit cross-legged, and began to cultivate with her eyes closed.

Having just broken through to the Golden Core stage, and with the cave filled with abundant spiritual energy, she could take a few days to go into seclusion.

……

Inside the small building, Nan Shaohua, upon discovering that Ye Qiumian was not in the room, informed everyone.

They thought Ye Qiumian would return soon, but after waiting for three days, they still hadn't seen her.

However, quite a few major events occurred during these three days.

The atmosphere in Xin'an City has been exceptionally tense and solemn these past few days.

Li Hongbo led the Lincheng army to surrender to Mu Zhenzhong.

This news was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, creating a huge splash.

Previously, Mu Zhenzhong had been suppressed by Wu Heshu, but now the two forces were suddenly evenly matched, causing unease among the people.

It's anyone's guess when these two forces will clash.

Moreover, in the past two days, Li Hongbo not only frequently sent people to inquire about Ye Qiumian's whereabouts, but also personally came to visit Ye Qiumian.

Unfortunately, Ye Qiumian never returned, so Li Hongbo turned around and began to persuade the four of them to join the Lincheng military.

They simply refused him with righteous indignation.

At this moment, Nan Shaohua was holding two discarded crystal cores in his hand, turning them around idly.

He kept glancing outside with an expectant look on his face.

"Chu Qingyang, where did Sister Ye go?"

Chu Qingyang: "If I knew, wouldn't you know too?"

Shen Yujie: "Did Sister Ye sneak away?"

Nan Shaohua suddenly turned his head and glared at him, "Impossible! Even if Sister Ye didn't want us to follow, she would have said something. She would never just disappear without a word."

Nan Shaohua couldn't explain why, but he trusted Ye Qiumian completely.

Fang Jun glanced at them cautiously. "Sister Ye will probably be back in a couple of days."

It would be a lie to say they weren't worried. They were worried that Ye Qiu Mian would abandon them, and they were also worried that she might have encountered some danger.
……

The flickering candlelight cast a long shadow of Mu Zhenzhong on the wall behind him.

He twirled the few sheets of paper Li Hongbo handed him between his fingers, his brows furrowing more and more deeply. Finally, he tossed the papers back onto the table with a soft "thud."

"General Li," Mu Zhenzhong looked up, his tone carrying a hint of scrutiny, "Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

Standing in front of the table, Li Hongbo could tell from his expression that he didn't believe in the strength of Ye Qiumian and her group.

However, he still stepped forward and said sincerely, "Deputy Chief Mu, we're all in the same boat. What benefit would I get from lying to you?"

Mu Zhenzhong snorted, tapping the words "cultivator" and "powerful" on the paper with his fingertip, his suspicion deepening.

"Are there really cultivators in this world?" Mu Zhenzhong asked with a hint of doubt.

“It’s true!” Li Hongbo’s tone suddenly became more serious, with an undeniable determination. “She can fly, she knows magic, and she has divine artifacts. The people around her used to be in my army. They said it themselves. She is a cultivator. If we can win her over, our chances of winning will be much greater.”

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