143: Chapter 143 Ye Fan: Family, we're getting more resources.

Over there, an archaic mirror was suspended in mid-air.

It was the size of a palm, its edges inlaid with tiny sapphires, and its surface was smooth, faintly reflecting the deep Void Realm.

It was the very same mirror that had brought him Source stones last time!

Ye Fan widened his eyes.

"It… it really is here?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the mirror moved.

It gave a slight tremor, and a faint silver light rippled across its surface. Then, a huge Storage Pouch fell from the mirror, hitting the ground with a 'thud'.

The Storage Pouch was half the height of a person and bulging, clearly packed with quite a lot of items.

Ye Fan was stunned.

But the mirror did not stop.

It continued to spit them out.

One, two, three—it spat out a full ten identical Storage Pouches before finally stopping.

The ten huge Storage Pouches piled up into a small hill in front of Ye Fan.

Ye Fan stared blankly at the pile of Storage Pouches, completely dumbfounded.

The mirror paid no heed to his shock. It flew up gently, circled Ye Fan three times—just like last time—and then transformed into a streak of silver light, escaping into the Void Realm and vanishing from sight.

It left Ye Fan alone, facing the pile of Storage Pouches with a bewildered expression.

After a long while, Ye Fan finally came to his senses.

He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he opened one of the Storage Pouches.

As the opening of the pouch widened, a rich wave of Source Qi rushed toward him!

Ye Fan widened his eyes and peered inside.

Then, he was blinded.

A mountain of Source stones was stacked neatly, emitting a soft, milky-white glow. Every single Source stone was the size of a fist and of excellent quality, far better than those he had used before.

Ye Fan made a rough estimate; there were at least two million jin in this single pouch!

He hurriedly opened the other pouches.

They were all the same.

They were all filled with Source stones!

Ten pouches, adding up to—twenty million jin!

Ye Fan gasped.

Twenty million jin of Source stones!

What kind of concept was this?

The entire annual expenditure of the Lingxu Cave-Heaven was only a single jin of Source stones. This twenty million jin would make even those Holy Lands feel profound heartache.

And he was just a small Cultivator who had just stepped into the Life Spring realm.

Ye Fan stood blankly in front of the pile of Source stones, unable to speak for a long time.

He did not know what that mirror was, nor did he know why it helped him again and again. But he knew that with these Source stones, he would never have to worry about resources again.

Before the Four Poles Secret Realm, as long as he had sufficient resources, he would be able to advance smoothly without any obstacles!

Ye Fan took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

He carefully put away the Storage Pouches and hid them in the most secret corner under his bed. These things were enough for him to Cultivate up to the Four Poles Secret Realm. But the prerequisite was—they must not be discovered by anyone else.

Although Lingxu Cave-Heaven was small, it was not exactly a benevolent place. If people found out he had twenty million jin of Source stones, he feared that someone would immediately come to rob him.

Ye Fan sat down by the bed, looking at the pile of Source stones, his face full of silly smiles.

"I'm rich…" he muttered.

"Truly rich…"

In the Void Realm, Xiao Nannan watched all of this quietly.

Watching Ye Fan's silly smile, his excited dancing and gesticulating, and how he carefully hid those Source stones.

A gentle smile always hung on the corners of her mouth.

Twenty million jin of Source stones was nothing but a drop in the ocean to her. In the Ji Family's warehouse, such Source stones were piled up like mountains; she had simply let the void mirror "borrow" some of them.

As long as she could help her brother, no amount was too much.

Although Chu Tianjiao had said that Ye Fan should walk his own path and not be interfered with too much.

But this wouldn't count as interference, right?

It was just… giving a little bit of help.

Xiao Nannan comforted herself like this.

She watched the silly smiling figure in the thatched cottage, and an unspeakable sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

Eighty thousand years.

She had waited eighty thousand years, and finally, this day had arrived.

Although her brother no longer remembered her, although her brother had become a different person, although she could only watch from afar like this—as long as she could see him well, see him smile, and see him take one step forward at a time, she was satisfied.

Xiao Nannan landed gently on the branch of a large tree and sat down among the lush leaves.

From here, she could see Ye Fan's thatched cottage perfectly.

She could see him going in and out, see him sitting cross-legged to Cultivate, and see him occasionally walk to the door, look up at the sky, and daydream.

Xiao Nannan just watched like that, without moving.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

She never left.

During the day, she sat on the branch, watching Ye Fan Cultivate, eat, and daydream. At night, she leaned against the tree trunk, looking through the window at the cross-legged figure, watching him refine the Source stones, watching him grow stronger bit by bit.

She didn't need to speak, didn't need to get close, and didn't need him to know of her existence.

As long as she could watch like this, it was enough.

On the fourth morning, Ye Fan walked out of the thatched cottage and stretched lazily.

His complexion was much better than a few days ago. With an abundant supply of Source stones, his Cultivation speed had increased significantly, his Life Spring was becoming more stable, and the golden waves in his Bitter Sea were becoming more and more surging.

He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

"The weather is really nice today," he said casually.

In the tree, Xiao Nannan couldn't help but smile.

Yes, the weather was really nice.

She looked at the figure bathed in the morning light, her eyes full of tenderness.

Then, she spoke softly, her voice so low that only she could hear it: "Brother, do your best."

Ye Fan seemed to sense something; he tilted his head slightly and looked in the direction of the large tree.

But there was nothing there.

Only the leaves were gently swaying in the morning breeze.

Ye Fan shook his head, didn't think much of it, and turned back to the thatched cottage.

Xiao Nannan leaned against the tree trunk, watching his disappearing back, the smile on her lips lingering for a long time.

Like this, it was also very good.

She thought to herself.

Like this, just watching her brother, was also very good.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, falling on her, on her hair, and on her gentle smile.

In the Undying Mountain, Chu Tianjiao walked out of his quiet room.

He sensed Xiao Nannan's aura—in the direction of the Lingxu Cave-Heaven.

He did not go to find her.

He just stood under the ancient tea tree of enlightenment, looking in that direction, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Go," he said softly.

"Watch him well."

The night breeze blew, and the fragrance of tea curled in the air.

The human emperor banner scattered golden light rain, appearing exceptionally gentle under the moonlight.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor had arrived at his side at some unknown time, looking in the same direction as him.

"That girl, has she gone to see him?"

Chu Tianjiao nodded.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor smiled.

"That's good. That child is worth her taking a few more looks."

Chu Tianjiao did not speak, just watched that direction quietly.

There was the Disciple he had waited eighty thousand years for.

There was the brother she had waited eighty thousand years for.

As long as it did not affect Ye Fan's growth, let her go.