"I won’t cry, won’t cry, for I am happy! My child, how have you all made it through these years? Grandma remembers ten years ago, your mother nearly died because of the poisonous insect poison, it scared our whole family. Fortunately, you later passed safely; otherwise, we really wouldn’t know how to live on!"

"Ten years ago?" Could it be that her arrival changed the original body’s function, leading to Xi Yue’s poisonous insect poison outbreak?

"Grandpa, Grandma, how is my mother doing now?"

Grandparents sighed deeply; Grandma was so emotional she couldn’t help but sob. Grandpa stood up in heartache, turned his back to everyone, and fell into silence.

This time, not only Murong Han and Jiang Xue were disconcerted, but even Shui Yixuan felt something was amiss.

All they could confirm was that the person wasn’t dead, but they had no idea of the current situation.

The siblings panicked, placing their only hope on the only uncle who remained relatively calm.

Xi Yang received their worried looks and stood up without much expression, pacing away; a deep, hoarse voice drifted over.

"If you wish to see your mother, then follow me!"

The siblings sighed in relief and quickly followed. Grandparents watched them leave, deep emotions in their eyes.

"What must come, will come! Yue’er, wake up soon, mother misses you so much!"

Exiting the Bamboo Realm, the siblings followed Xi Yang into a magnificent sea of flowers. Walking through the flowers, a high suspension bridge appeared, enveloped in mist, so beautiful. Lightly treading on the bridge, Jiang Xue couldn’t help but lean over to look down. She raised an eyebrow in surprise: beneath them was a tightly packed Snake Cave. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Jiang Xue, raised with snakes since childhood, felt nothing, but Murong Han had a strong aversion to these reptiles.

Thinking he could endure it, he found himself retching uncontrollably at the stench, vomiting repeatedly thereafter.

Jiang Xue turned back, joking with a smile: "Brother, you’re too weak, aren’t you? You play with poison, how can you still fear snakes?"

"Does using poison relate directly to snakes? I’ve disliked these cold-blooded animals since childhood; the smell is just too pungent, ugh..."

Poor child, puking again. Xi Yang, seeing Jiang Xue unaffected, was curious: "You don’t feel anything?"

"No, I’ve played with poison and kept snakes since childhood, so I’m not afraid of these things; in my eyes, they’re treasures that earn me money, not disgusting at all,"

This piqued Xi Yang’s interest: "You’ll have to tell me more about your childhood when you have time. Come on, Xiao Han, we’re almost there, hang in there."

Originally Jiang Xue was going to carry him, but then Xi Yang lifted Murong Han, and together they helped him across the bridge.

On the other side of the suspension bridge was a dim chamber. Xi Yang took an uncut stone key from his breast, aimed it at the central point of the Eight Diagram on the stone door, knocked it, and after rotating, the stone door opened. Xi Yang and Jiang Xue helped Murong Han inside.

The stone chamber seemed often visited, meticulously clean.

The interior was simply but elegantly arranged, with blue as the predominant theme. Fresh flowers on the table were blooming passionately, the lush green plants vibrantly growing, the place brimming with vitality and life.

Xi Yang poured a glass of water and handed it to Murong Han on the swing: "How are you? If you’re really uncomfortable, rest for a while."

Murong Han shook his head, observing the surroundings: "Uncle, where is this place?"

"This is the forbidden area of our Xiran Island, hence the meticulous arrangement. Normally, restrictions are imposed here, and ordinary individuals can’t pass the suspension bridge. Even if they do, they’ll be subdued by the mechanisms above. Under the bridge is a trap for intruders!"

Murong Han asked in surprise: "Does Xiran Island also get intruders? The outside array is already so formidable!"

Xi Yang smiled slightly: "Child, that’s because you’re not adept at arrays. In this world, geniuses are never lacking. ’Beyond oneself’ is meant for such people. Thus, this seemingly isolated immortal island has been frequently intruded upon by outsiders."]}