Transmigration: A Farm Girl’s Brocade
Chapter 164 - 137: Cave Sky Pool_2

Chapter 164: Chapter 137: Cave Sky Pool_2

This treacherous journey was finally behind them.

They continued through tunnels, scaled small hills, and after many rests and stops, they finally reached Cave Sky Pool just before darkness completely enveloped the sky.

Cave Sky Pool lay in a valley surrounded by towering, cloud-piercing stone peaks. On one side of these peaks lay unbroken expanses of rock, punctuated by the occasional pine tree at great distances. However, on this side of the peaks, the scene was entirely different.

Qian Yixiu was fully convinced that this must have been an Immortal Realm cultivated by an immortal.

Here, the birds sang and the flowers fragranced the air, resplendent and vibrant.

The mountains were covered in all manner of splendid trees and exquisite grasses, so lush and verdant. Amidst the deep green, clusters of fresh flowers bloomed, a riot of color.

At the valley bottom lay a pink ocean of peach blossoms, in full glory under the glow of the setting sun, like clouds steaming amidst rosy hues.

Birdsong chirped in the ears.

Tears welled up in Qian Yixiu’s eyes. She had spent countless nights here, unable to bring herself to leave. She had traveled back and forth between this place and Huaxi Village no less than a thousand times, just to scout the route in the hope of returning here one day.

The entrance to the cave was at the valley bottom. She followed a path covered in green moss deep into the peach blossoms until she came to the front of Jade Pool. Jade Pool was probably more than two acres in size, and in the evening glow, the jade waves rippled gently with the breeze. On the surface, tiny lotus leaves swayed in the wind. A few droplets of water on the leaves were dyed red by the setting sun, rolling around like pearls.

Pearls, pearls. She had come here recklessly, all for the sake of making a fortune from pearls. She quickly ran to a large rock and crouched down, frantically digging. She truly feared that in the year she hadn’t been here, the mischievous Fierce Red Monkey had inadvertently moved the items somewhere else—that would have been like searching for a needle in a haystack.

After digging for a while, she unearthed a large pearl. In her eagerness, she picked it up and wiped it with her garment. A large, pale purple pearl, slightly larger than a pigeon’s egg, came into view. The pearl was perfectly round, lustrous and dazzling, with a brilliance that captivated the eye. Beneath its smooth surface shined a lotus pattern of golden light, cool to the touch and somewhat heavy in the hand.

This pearl was retrieved from the water five years ago by Monkey Brother’s father. He had pried open the clam, eaten only the flesh, and carelessly tossed the shell and pearl here.

At that time, Qian Yixiu stood guard over this pearl for a long time, unwilling to leave. There were many pearls scattered around the pond by the monkeys, but this one was undoubtedly the largest, the most beautiful, the best. Such size indicated the clam that produced this pearl must have lived for many, many years.

Because of this, she had gone to the Silver Tower in the provincial city to check. The most expensive South Sea Golden Pearl there was inferior in size, color, and luster to this one and yet priced at five thousand taels of silver.

With a silly laugh, she put the pearl into her pouch and tucked it away. With the sale of this pearl, everything was set.

Looking up, she saw Monkey Brother sniffing vigorously, while strands of silver drool ran from the corners of his mouth; then, with a plop, he dived into the water, starting to swim.

Qian Yixiu knew that Monkey Brother could climb trees, but she had not realized he could swim too.

Seeing White Wolf getting impatient, likely from hunger, she bent down to remove the pack from White Wolf’s back, took out some meat, and let it eat.

Sitting on a rock, she realized her feet were in terrible pain. After removing her shoes and socks, she saw several large blood blisters on the soles of her feet; some had burst, some had not. Anticipating this, she took a needle from her pack, pricked the blisters, and then wrapped her feet in clean cotton cloth.

Only then did she start to eat some pastries. The snacks were too dry, and she was reluctant to drink from the pool—after all, Fierce Red Monkey "bathed" there every year. Not far away was a small stream where White Wolf had already gone to drink. Enduring the pain, she slowly made her way to the stream and drank a few mouthfuls of water.

By now, although twilight had set in, the vast expanse of stars shone so brilliantly that the whole valley was lit up.

After drinking the water, she returned to the poolside and called to Monkey Brother, "After so much fuss, aren’t you hungry? Come up and have some snacks."

Monkey Brother ignored her, dived back into the pool, and soon surfaced again. He made two disgruntled sounds, slapped the water twice, and swam over to Qian Yixiu.

Not knowing why he was in a bad mood, Qian Yixiu didn’t bother him. She handed him a few pieces of the pastries, which he ate before joining White Wolf to eat a few chunks of meat, then sat on a stone and sulked.

Not only were there small birds here, but also squirrels. Seeing strangers invade, the squirrels had long fled. Once Monkey Brother splashed into the water, a few reemerged, climbing on the peach trees to watch them.