The bamboo hut had two floors and ten rooms.
Other than the sitting room below, there was a kitchen.
Feng Xianyue was amazed, liking the ancient dragon more and more for being so versatile.
There was a library, training room, and alchemy room.
Feng Xianyue was not surprised, considering the number of spiritual grasses outside.
The hut also had a bathroom, storage room, and two bedrooms with king-sized beds.
Feng Xianyue almost jumped in to roll around.
After ten years of sleeping on a thin straw mat, the sight of a real bed—soft, warm, and inviting—made her eyes sting.
Moving forward, she opened one of the closets but didn’t even wait to admire all the ancient robes inside.
Feng Xianyue knew it wasn’t the time, so she just took a few white and blue robes to change out of her tattered ones.
Sighing in disappointment, she moved to the last two rooms, vowing to come back to enjoy the beds later.
When she opened one of the rooms, she gasped at what she saw.
There was no furniture—only a vast amount of spirit stones lying around on the floor.
The spiritual energy radiating from them was so dense it made her skin tingle.
Feng Xianyue’s eyes almost bulged out, her mouth agape.
Legend said that dragons had always been money grubbers, and it seemed that was actually true.
She sighed in disappointment, remembering something from the information she received.
The dragon left a few resources for the nourishment of her child, and only a few could be used by the successor.
More could only be used with the permission of the little cub.
So this was only a few?
Feng Xianyue thought, realizing dragons were really extravagant—and she had to raise one!
Feng Xianyue could only shake her head in amazement.
The ice dragon had found a way to secure a free babysitter even in death.
If she wasn’t so touched by the mother’s devotion, she would have been offended.
Looking around the large room, she finally saw the dragon’s egg.
She was only able to identify it because of the imagery information she received from its mother.
Looking at its rough, weathered surface, Feng Xianyue wondered if the cub was still alive.
Letting a few drops of her blood fall on the surface as instructed by the mother’s information, Feng Xianyue rubbed her pricked finger, anticipating the bond she would make with the baby dragon.
The egg pulsed once—a faint, flickering glow—before dimming.
Feng Xianyue’s heart clenched.
The cub was alive.
Barely.
However, this wasn’t a bad thing—at least it reacted.
The mother said she had to do this for a hundred days and also dip it in the spiritual spring to revitalise the baby dragon.
After all, he should have hatched a long time ago.
Leaving the room, Feng Xianyue left her new space and appeared back in the ice dragon’s cave.
She couldn’t stay here for long.
After all, she didn’t know how time passed in the cave, and her grandmother must be worried about her.
Feng Xianyue was in a dilemma.
The only way she could leave was through the entrance, but that would mean having to swim her way back up.
She couldn’t swim, and even if she could, what sort of monsters would she encounter in the deepest part of the sea?
Feng Xianyue shivered at the thought.
Glancing around, she noticed that the bones of the ice dragon were still lying around.
Feng Xianyue had thought they would disappear after she inherited the stone, but it didn’t matter.
Seeing how the dragon had meticulously planned for her child’s survival, Feng Xianyue was touched and didn’t want to leave her remains without a proper burial.
Moving the massive bones to her space with a sweep of her sleeve, Feng Xianyue decided to bury them after she left the cave with her life intact.
Coughing a bit, Feng Xianyue’s eyes met the ground, and that was when she noticed a large formation glowing faintly where the large dragon had previously laid.
Feng Xianyue was in the middle of it.
Before she could react, the formation shone brightly, almost blinding.
When Feng Xianyue’s sight became clear again, she was no longer in the cave but at the entrance of Black Crow Village.
Surprised, Feng Xianyue looked around, wondering how she was suddenly back home.
She wondered how the formation worked—she didn’t even have time to study it.
Maybe it brought her back home because of her strong desire to return.
Nevertheless, Feng Xianyue decided not to think too much about it.
Just then, she saw one of her neighbours, Old Madam Jiang, walking towards her, holding a basket.
“Xian’er, where have you been?
Your grandmother has been worried about you.
She even begged the village guards to look for you the whole night.” Old Madam Jiang said, looking at Feng Xianyue with reproach.
“Your grandmother is old now.
Don’t let her worry too much.”
Feng Xianyue nodded, watching as Old Madam Jiang walked away.
Quickening her steps, she practically ran back to their little house, her heart leaping to her throat.
“Grandmother!
Grandmother!” Feng Xianyue shouted, running into their courtyard.
“Xian’er!
Xian’er, oh my!” Old Madam Feng cried out, walking out of the house.
“Child, you want to let your grandma die out of worry?”
Feng Xianyue shook her head, tears running down her cheeks.
She immediately knelt in front of Old Madam Feng.
“I’m sorry, Grandmother.
I would never leave home again.”
Old Madam Feng seemed relieved by Feng Xianyue’s passionate apology, so she held her by the arm, gesturing for her to stand up.
“Grandmother was only worried.
You left suddenly and didn’t come back for the whole day.
It is good you are back safe, my child.” Old Madam Feng said, patting Feng Xianyue’s hand gently.
That night, when they sat for dinner, Feng Xianyue told her grandmother that she had found a treasure.
But Old Madam Feng only scolded her.
“Treasure?
What sort of treasure?
Will it extend your life or cure you?
Xian’er, don’t risk yourself again.”
Feng Xianyue nodded obediently.
She only said that obtaining the treasure had been risky.
She didn’t tell her grandmother the truth of what she had gone through, fearing that it would only make her worry.
Old Madam Feng was quiet for a while, watching as Feng Xianyue ate, before she said, “Tomorrow, pack some of your belongings and let’s head back to the capital.”