Chapter 676: The Femme Fatale They Speak of is You

Later, Ye Qianning began to understand. Perhaps Sang Zhi, or her father, had been thinking of her and doing things in her name.

Although her "blessing value" hadn’t increased by much at any one time, it had accumulated significantly over the past ten years. Her personal dimension had not only gained two new plots of land, but the white mist at its borders had also dissipated.

What was revealed was a great mountain; the barrier had vanished along with the mist. What looked like a barren mountain was actually a mine—and what a mine it was! A true mountain of treasure.

Crystal Stones, Gold, and emperor-grade jade.

The Crystal Stones were even harder than modern diamonds, a material that did not exist in this era. In the future, they would undoubtedly become this world’s most coveted luxury.

With six plots of land and many new, strange varieties of seeds, the seven years she had spent farming in her dimension had resulted in a mountain of goods. It was overflowing with abundance.

An immortal mountain, an Immortal Realm... this was it. Peerless medicinal herbs, miraculous fruits, and bountiful harvests filled her dimension. On top of that, she now controlled a Crystal Stone mine. ’Ah, this is the life...’

’I was suppressed for so long back then. It’s time to go back and take what’s mine.’

The Beili Emperor had twisted the truth all those years ago, and the towering inferno of rage in her heart had never had a chance to burn.

She had been forced to watch, helpless, as her family was oppressed and harmed.

This time, she would never allow such a thing to happen again.

The imperial family’s dignity?

She was going to grind the Beili Emperor’s honor into the dust beneath her feet!

「Two days later, on the eastern coast.」

A boat was moored on the shore. Its hull was about five meters long—not tiny, but in the vast expanse of the ocean, a vessel this small and light was simply not seaworthy.

The slightest gale would capsize it in an instant.

"Girl, I’ve put the supplies I prepared for you on the boat. Put the food in that dimension of yours to keep it fresh," the Old Daoist said, pointing to several large bundles on the shore.

’Keep it fresh?’

"He really thinks this place is a free refrigerator," Ye Qianning muttered, but she didn’t hesitate to store the large bundles in her dimension.

For months at sea, how could she possibly survive on just fruits? Pastries were an absolute necessity.

Although she could cook in her dimension, she was a bit lazy. She disliked fussing over meals when she was alone, and she hated doing the dishes even more.

"Stop dawdling and get on the boat," the Old Daoist urged. "The eye of the storm will close in a day. Don’t miss your window, or you’ll waste time waiting for it to open again."

"Alright." Ye Qianning turned and scanned the surroundings. "Old Daoist, have you seen Dun Dun?"

"That damn monkey is so scared of me, would he dare let me see him?" the Old Daoist snorted. His tone immediately shifted to one of gossip. "What? Did your monkey run off, heartbroken that you’re leaving the island?"

"He is pretty heartbroken. Sigh, even a monkey knows how to be sad. What about you, Old Daoist? Do you feel terribly sad to see me go?" Ye Qianning fixed her beautiful eyes on him.

The Old Daoist froze, then replied with great disdain, "What’s there to be sad about? I can’t wait for you to leave."

"Tsk, see? You finally said what’s in your heart. Ouch, that really stings," Ye Qianning said, clutching her chest in a dramatic display of heartbreak.

"Enough with the smart mouth. Here, take this," the Old Daoist said, pulling a cloth bag from his robes.

Ye Qianning took it and opened it. Inside were several human-skin masks. She picked one up with her fingers. "What are you giving me these for?"

"Going out with a face like yours will inevitably cause a stir."

Ye Qianning, who was not without a little vanity, flirtatiously swept a lock of hair back with her hand and gave the Old Daoist a captivating look. "A stir is inevitable. I can’t help being beautiful."

"COUGH, COUGH..." The Old Daoist nearly choked. "They have a term for women like you: femme fatale."