362: A whole case of Yellow Spring Crystals, I've made a fortune this time!

He walked forward and brushed his palm over each Candle.

The moment his palm touched the Candle, a strange force suddenly surged through his entire body.

"What is this?" Ye Bai wondered in surprise.

The next second, he suddenly felt as if his spirit had been greatly shaken.

"How could this be..." Ye Bai was greatly shocked: "This Candle actually contains extremely strong Origin Qi, and it even has a suppressive effect on the soul!"

Origin Qi is a collective term for Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi; it can nourish all things, strengthen the Physical Body, and also enhance the soul. It is a unique gas in this world, extremely profound.

Origin Qi is also divided into different grades; more Advanced Origin Qi is more beneficial for those who frequently raid tombs.

"No wonder the people here are so weak; it turns out it's because of the existence of these Candles!" Ye Bai realized: "Are these Candles treasures specifically targeted at souls?"

He raised his eyes and took another look at those Candles.

He saw that these Candles were pale yellow throughout, with a smooth and translucent appearance, like glazed glass, incomparably beautiful.

"This is... Yellow Springs Crystal?"

Ye Bai gasped.

"It's actually the legendary Yellow Springs Crystal; this is a priceless treasure! I didn't expect a whole box to be hidden here!" Ye Bai became excited.

Yellow Springs Crystal is one of the Materials needed for Alchemy and array formation.

Yellow Springs Crystal contains a large amount of pure Origin Qi inside, which has the effect of nourishing and warming the soul.

If it were sold on the market, it could at least buy a villa.

Unfortunately, Yellow Springs Crystal is extremely rare; one might not even be born in hundreds of years.

"I didn't expect that a whole box of Yellow Springs Crystals would be buried in an Ancient Tomb," Ye Bai muttered.

At this moment, he had already decided that he must get a few more Yellow Springs Crystals to take back later for future use.

He withdrew his gaze and let his sight fall upon Meng Ziyi.

At this moment, Meng Ziyi's face was deathly pale, her eyes tightly closed, as if she were trapped in a deep nightmare and unable to wake up.

Ye Bai sighed and said: "She only has five months of life left, and now that she has encountered such a disaster, I'm afraid her chances are slim."

Upon hearing this, Yang Mi's expression changed drastically: "Brother Ye, please save Ziyi! I am willing to pay any price!"

Ye Bai waved his hand: "No need, there is nothing I can do."

Although Yellow Springs Crystal is incomparably precious, Ye Bai could not risk his life for these things.

Yang Mi's face was deathly gray, filled with incomparable pain, and tears streamed down her face.

Ye Bai gently patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Don't be sad; the departed are already gone, you must be strong."

Yang Mi gritted her teeth and nodded, wiped away her tears, and tried hard to show a smile.

She helped the unconscious Meng Ziyi up and supported her to sit on the side, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the remaining blood from the corner of her mouth and covered her with a blanket.

"The two of you, take good care of her," Ye Bai instructed.

"Okay, thank you, Brother Ye!" Yang Mi said earnestly.

Ye Bai nodded slightly, then walked towards those Candles.

These Candles were used for paying respects to the dead.

In an instant, a burst of golden light appeared at his fingertips, turning into flames that burned the Candles.

With a loud "Boom", the flames exploded into a raging fire.

"Awoooo—!"

A shrill wail suddenly rang out, and a phantom shadow emerged from above the Candles, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it pounced towards Ye Bai, looking incomparably ferocious.

"Scram!"

Ye Bai snorted coldly and casually waved his sleeve.

Immediately, that shadow disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Ye Bai stood in place, his gaze calm as usual.

Soon, everything returned to silence.

Yang Mi was extremely worried and walked over to ask: "Brother Ye, how is Ziyi?"

Ye Bai glanced at her and said: "Rest assured, she is temporarily out of danger."

"That's great." Yang Mi let out a sigh of relief, and her complexion looked much better.

Ye Bai continued: "However, I am afraid she will have to spend her whole life in nightmares; the blow to her body and mind is simply too heavy."

Hearing these words from Ye Bai, Yang Mi looked at Meng Ziyi with a heartache.

At this time, Ye Bai noticed the boy beside them.

He squatted down and grabbed the boy's wrist.

"Eh? It's actually a Yin and Yang Child!" He was somewhat surprised.

This boy was a brat of about eight years old, his skin as pale as paper, and one look showed it was the Yin and Yang Child Physique.

If it were a child from an ordinary family who had been sneak-attacked, they probably would have died prematurely, but this boy had actually survived stubbornly.

Ye Bai was suspicious in his heart; he looked at Meng Ziyi.

"Your younger sister looks quite similar to you; you must be half-siblings, right?" He began to guess randomly.

Yang Mi lowered her head, her expression complex, and did not answer.

She was an orphan with no relatives or friends; the only one who could cause emotional fluctuations in her was her younger sister, Meng Ziyi.

And tonight, Meng Ziyi had died.

"Sigh." Ye Bai sighed inwardly.

He touched the little boy's head and said softly: "Don't be afraid, you will get better."

The little boy timidly shrank his body, but still kept his dark, clear eyes open, looking at Ye Bai.

"Little brat." Ye Bai reached out and stroked the little boy's head.

Immediately, the little boy felt a warm and comfortable sensation pass from his forehead to his limbs, his whole body feeling warm and very comfortable.

He couldn't help but cheer: "Mommy, Mommy, I'm not afraid anymore!"

Yang Mi was stunned for a moment, then immediately broke into a smile through her tears.

"Hmm." Ye Bai gently pinched the little boy's nose.

He looked at the little boy, shook his head and said: "What a pity; your parents must have hoped that when you grew up, you would pass the imperial examinations, bring honor to your ancestors, and enjoy boundless glory and wealth."

The little boy stared longingly at Ye Bai, obviously very envious of Ye Bai's luxurious lifestyle.

"But it's a pity," Ye Bai sighed: "You are a Yin and Yang Child; you are destined to be different from other children, and in the future, you might walk down an evil path."

"Dad said that the fate of people like us is held in the hands of God; we have no choice," Yang Mi said.

Ye Bai nodded, indicating agreement.

The little boy blinked his eyes in confusion, seemingly still not understanding what an evil path was.

Suddenly, the little boy began to cough violently, coughing up a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

His face was as pale as snow, and his spirit was withered to the extreme.

"Little brat!" Ye Bai hurriedly picked up the little boy.

The little boy's face was extremely painful, his body twitching and convulsing, as if enduring some kind of agony.

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Meng Ziyi's corpse, filled with resentment and malice.

Ye Bai raised an eyebrow; it seems this little brat's fate is not simple.

"Little brat, tell Uncle what your name is," Ye Bai asked.

The little boy stared fixedly at Ye Bai, his eyes filled with pure persistence, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You are not worthy of knowing my name!"

"Oh, since you are obsessed and refuse to listen, then forget it." Ye Bai sighed and threw the little boy into the outer coffin.

Yang Mi was startled and hurriedly tried to stop him: "Brother Ye, why did you put him inside? He is already dead."