After confirming that what Hua Rong said was true, Xiu Qiyu and Ye Xiruo also prepared to leave. They would talk about it again in three days. With so many people, there would surely be a way.

However, when they came, there were two people, but when they returned, there were three. The reason was simple: Hua Rong insisted on going with them, saying that she felt safe with them.

Even if Ye Xiruo had quoted him ten mid-grade spirit stones a day for lodging, he would have been shocked. Yet, he took out thirty mid-grade spirit stones without batting an eye.

Ye Xiruo no longer cared about Xiu Qiyu's face turning black instantly. She quickly put away the spirit stones and gave Hua Rong a look that said, "You're very sensible."

Hua Rong looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old. In her previous life, her face would have been that of a superstar, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes, exceptionally handsome. Her large, dark eyes darted around, reminding Ye Xiruo of her own enormous teddy bear. The expression, the eyes—they were strikingly similar.

Hua Rong's smile was infectious; her perfectly white teeth almost blinded Ye Xiruo's titanium alloy eyes.

Are you that happy?

"Of course, it's fate that we met, let's be friends!"

Ye Xiruo looked at Hua Rong with some confusion: "Aren't we friends now?"

Hua Rong's smile widened: "Yes, we're friends now."

Hua Rong automatically ignored the chill emanating from Xiu Qiyu. The relationship between these two was strange; they weren't like siblings, nor were they lovers—something was missing. They were probably just good friends!

"If you come with us like this, your sect won't blame you, will they?"

"I've already spoken to them."

Are your injuries alright?

Ye Xiru gritted her teeth: "Flesh and blood injuries." No way, she felt like she was about to have a terminal illness.

Hua Rong rummaged through her storage bracelet and finally found a small, exquisite jade bottle in her hand. She proudly waved it in front of Ye Xiruo: "This is a muscle-regenerating ointment. It has miraculous effects on external injuries."

Xiu Qiyu's indifferent, icy eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent as he stared directly at Hua Rong: "What is your purpose in approaching us?"

Hua Rong looked at Xiu Qiyu and Ye Xiruo with an innocent expression: "Of course it's about making friends, didn't I make that very clear?"

"Is it necessary to offer such a fine healing medicine when making friends?" He had naturally heard of the Muscle Regenerating Ointment, a holy grail for treating external injuries, but it was a specialty of Medicine King Valley, and even the Pill Hall couldn't produce it, with only fifty bottles made each year. Its rarity was self-evident.

If Xiu Qiyu hadn't seen the Regenerating Muscle Ointment by chance before, and the jade bottle had the unique mark of Medicine King Valley, he wouldn't have recognized it today.

Hua Rong touched her head and pointed to the skin-regenerating cream in her hand: "Is this stuff that precious? Isn't it just for applying to the face to prevent it from getting chapped by the wind? I use five bottles a year!"

If looks could kill, Hua Rong would have died countless times already. Xiu Qiyu knew Hua Rong wasn't lying, but this so-called truth was even more unacceptable.

The skin-regenerating ointment, a holy grail for external injuries, was actually being used to wipe the face. Something flashed through Xiu Qiyu's mind: Hua Rong, Hua Rong. If it was someone from that family, this behavior would obviously make sense.

Looking closely at the clothes this guy was wearing, they didn't seem like anything special on the outside—just an ordinary blue robe. But they were made of the most precious thousand-year-old ice silkworm silk in the world. This one piece of clothing would probably cost half of the Sunset Valley to buy.

Xiu Qiyu was at a loss for words. Xiao Yezi's luck was truly heaven-defying; she could just casually appear and still run into the Qinglian Heaven. She could just casually make friends and unexpectedly encounter the Hua family.

Ye Xiruo tugged at Xiu Qiyu's sleeve: "Brother Xiu Qi, what's wrong?"

"Nothing?" Then he took the skin-regenerating ointment from Hua Rong's hand: "Consider it a favor I owe you."

“I have plenty of this stuff, and I have more if I need more.”

Ye Xiruo was also taken aback by Hua Rong's attitude. She had assumed that this guy was a tycoon because he was so generous, but she hadn't expected him to be this rich. She decided she had to stick close to him.

Once outside the inner circle, Hua Rong immediately produced a luxurious flying carriage. The moment the carriage was enlarged, Ye Xiruo's eyes widened in amazement. The magnificent and intricate nine-layered gauze curtains, the glass bells and tassels hanging outside the carriage, and the carriage walls made of some kind of jade were all dazzling and adorned with exquisitely carved patterns.

Upon entering, Ye Xiruo fell silent. The flying carriage, which appeared small and exquisite from the outside, had unexpectedly become quite spacious inside.

A stained-glass window opened to the upper left, below which stood a row of bookshelves. In the very center sat an antique, elegant table exuding the scent of sandalwood, upon which lay several plates of fresh spiritual fruits. On the shelves to the right were displayed weapons: scimitars, short swords, daggers, halberds, and spears. Behind the table, hidden by a beaded curtain, was a glimpse of a miniature mountain waterfall, birds, and spiritual herbs.

"A spatial artifact." Although Xiu Qiyu maintained a calm demeanor, he was inwardly shocked. Hua Rong must be a direct descendant of the Hua family and quite favored; otherwise, how could she so easily produce such a spatial artifact?

Hua Rong took out a whistle that resembled neither jade nor gold. Soon, two magnificent white celestial horses with wings on their ribs galloped over and arrived in front of the flying chariot in the blink of an eye.

Hua Rong reached out and patted their heads, and then the two Pegasus horses pulled the flying chariot into the sky.

This felt much better than flying. Ye Xiruo leaned back on the soft cushions, munching on fruit contentedly, and felt that life was truly full of comedy.

"With your flamboyant style, haven't you ever been robbed?"

Hua Rong glanced at Ye Xiruo: "Even the Taiyan God Emperor wouldn't dare to rob my Hua family's property."

Ye Xiruo's eyes widened, indicating that she was deeply frightened, and she stammered, "I am very poor."

"I can tell."

"Then why are you still my friend?" Doesn't this world have class distinctions?

"Is there any necessary connection? Do I need to think so much just to make friends with you? Besides, there aren't many people on this continent richer than me." Hua Rong sighed with a sense of loneliness and desolation.

Ye Xiruo suddenly remembered something: "Do you know where my home is?"

"I don't think I know."

"Liujia Village."

"It's already over."

"How could you be so stupid?"

"Are you stupid? If you had said it was Liujia Village, I wouldn't have chased you out with my flying steed. It's so close." Hua Rong said with a sigh.

"Is it too late to get off now?" Ye Xiruo always had a gut feeling that Hua Rong was directionally challenged.

"That's too much trouble. Wouldn't it be simpler to just turn the car back?"

As Xiu Qiyu watched the two little brats bickering, her originally heavy mood eased a bit.