Tomb Raiders: She Comes from the Ancient Martial Arts World

Lingyue's service attitude is really good.

Before taking the money, she ignored Xie Yuchen.

After receiving the money, she treated Xie Yuchen like a precious treasure.

After cleaning up the traces of their brief stay, Ling Yue carried Xie Yuchen away in a princess carry.

Even when walking through steep and uneven forests, Ling Yue did not make Xie Yuchen in his arms feel any bumps at all.

She moved with incredible speed. To prevent the Wang family from being so ruthless as to search the entire area for miles and find any trace of her, Ling Yue appeared to be walking, but in reality, she didn't even break the grass she stepped on after each step.

Xie Yuchen naturally didn't notice this.

Even though he tried to stay awake, the overly gentle exercise, the warm and soft embrace, and the reluctance to talk and disturb the other person's journey caused Xie Yuchen, who was already exhausted from his serious injuries, to fall asleep quickly.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a dry cave.

He was covered with a soft cotton quilt made of thick palm bark and hay, and a brand new bright red floral quilt, which was perfect for a mountain night.

A little further away, there was a campfire surrounded by stones.

Judging from the charcoal fire below, the campfire must have been burning for some time.

A simple iron frame stood beside the campfire, with a small pot steaming hot hanging on it.

Clearly, without his knowledge, Ling Yue had somehow acquired many simple daily necessities.

Seeing these things full of everyday life, the first thought that flashed through Xie Yuchen's mind was: Is this the difference between spending money and not spending money?

Thinking of this, Xie Yuchen couldn't help but smile.

After sitting in bed for a while, I subconsciously started thinking about what I needed to do recently, and suddenly realized that I didn't need to do anything for at least the next two days.

Xie Yuchen stared blankly at the campfire for a while before lazily lying back down.

A light drizzle began to fall outside sometime earlier. It was already dark.

A secluded mountain retreat, a dry and pristine cave, the gentle patter of rain, a flickering campfire, a warm and cozy bed, and the faint aroma of food wafting in the air…

All of this gave Xie Yuchen a rare moment of leisure and tranquility.

Unbeknownst to him, Xie Yuchen had fallen into a state between sleep and wakefulness.

The nerves and body, which had been tense for too long, were given a brief moment of relaxation.

A series of light footsteps entered.

Although they had only known each other for less than half a day, Xie Yuchen found the sound of footsteps extremely familiar, and upon hearing it, he felt no sense of vigilance or preparedness whatsoever.

Suddenly it occurred to me, is this what they call a sense of security?

Just like when Wu Xie was with Xiao Ge, he was always very relaxed because Xiao Ge gave him a sense of security.

Having grown up amidst deceit, intrigue, and bloodshed since childhood, Xie Yuchen relaxed his brows, experiencing this feeling for the first time in his life.

not bad.

It's only so-so.

Reality taught him that he should not rely on or covet things that do not belong to him.

Xie Yuchen opened her eyes, her habitual faint smile returning to her face, and sat up leaning against herself. "Miss Ling, you're back?"

His gaze swept over her dry hair and clothes. Suppressing his surprise, Xie Yuchen pretended not to notice that she was unusually dry despite coming back from the rain.

Ling Yue, unaware of and unconcerned about what the temporary boss was thinking, casually hummed in agreement, placed the things in his hands on the stone slab that temporarily served as a medicine table, and put down the basket on his back.

Bending down, Ling Yue retrieved two bowls from the pot. He then lifted the lid of a small pot on the stand by the campfire and poured the thick medicinal porridge directly into the bowls.

split into two.

He handed a bowl to Xie Yuchen, took one for himself, and then took out two obviously newly made wooden spoons from his basket: "It's too late, let's just make do with this for tonight."

While Xie Yuchen was asleep, Ling Yue pressed his sleeping acupoints again just in case, to ensure that he would never wake up. Ling Yue then stopped climbing the mountain at a snail's pace and instead used his lightness skill to fly to this place several mountains away.

This place is far enough away from the original mountain stream, and Ling Yue really doesn't believe that the Wang family would be so heartless as to assume that Xie Yuchen, who was injured and fell into the water, could climb hundreds of miles away.

If this hypothesis were to actually occur, Ling Yue would have to re-examine just how incredibly powerful and unconventional her temporary boss was in the eyes of the Wang family.

After finding a suitable cave, he used his palm to push away the dust and then went down the mountain to a village a hundred miles away to buy daily necessities.

Busy with everything, Ling Yue had no time to hunt or make soup to nourish Boss Xie.

Fortunately, the medicinal porridge is very easy to make. Simply wash the white rice and put it in the pot. After boiling, stuff the prepared herbs into the pot and then place the small pot next to the campfire to simmer slowly.

By the time she returned from her last trip to the village, it would be just the right time to eat.

For Ling Yue, who has extensive experience in the world, wilderness survival is a piece of cake.

There were no extra seasonings in the medicinal porridge. When Xie Yuchen heard that it was medicinal porridge, he was prepared that it would taste bitter and hard to swallow.

Surprisingly, the taste was quite good after just one spoonful.

I don't know what herbs she added, but they gave the porridge a refreshing sweetness.

After finishing a bowl of medicinal porridge, Xie Yuchen felt warm all over, an indescribable comfort.

Soon, Xie Yuchen realized that Ling Yue's service attitude was truly excellent.

Not only did they cook him a delicious medicinal porridge, but they also boiled hot water for him to wash up.

"There aren't any young people in the village. I only managed to get a set of clothes from someone that I haven't worn yet, but which is roughly the right size. They've already been washed and dried. It's up to you whether you want to exchange them or not."

Ling Yue herself was wearing a set of brightly colored long-sleeved shirts and trousers, which had a very rural old lady's aesthetic style. They were a matching set, and the polyester fabric had a nice drape and felt cool against the skin.

This outfit is fine to wear down the mountain, but it gets a bit cold at night on the mountain.

Fortunately, Lingyue needs clothes to cover his body and doesn't care about warmth.

Compared to the outfit Ling Yue was wearing, Xie Yuchen only paused for a moment when she saw the black and white striped polo shirt and elasticated black trousers before accepting it and putting it on.

However, the size was wrong; the trousers were too short. Xie Yuchen simply thought he was wearing fashionable dress trousers that exposed his ankles.

Seeing that he accepted the clothes, Ling Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he had tricked someone into hiring him, Ling Duo, who had never experienced poverty before, felt a little guilty about being a shrewd businessman for the first time, so he tried his best to meet the man's needs.

If he really didn't want to wear this outfit, Ling Yue had already planned to find an opportunity to visit other villages.

A person who is good-looking, has a good temperament, and a good figure will have a unique charm even if they are wearing burlap.

Ling Yue and Xie Yuchen are those kinds of people.

Ignoring the initial awkwardness, Xie Yuchen quickly adapted to the feeling of the rough, low-quality clothes against her skin and began to inquire about Ling Yue's background.

His method of probing was quite interesting: he used his childhood friend's connections to say, "Miss Ling, as you know, what Wu Xie wants to do is very dangerous. So when you suddenly appeared, Wu Xie had someone send a message back to me, asking me to investigate your identity and background."

Ling Yue wasn't surprised at all, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

Xie Yuchen thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

Wu Xie must have undergone rigorous testing to bring the person back.

And more than once.

As for this Miss Ling, whether it was the information Zhang Rishan had revealed or his observations over the past few hours, Xie Yuchen believed that she could not possibly have been unaware of these tests.

Since her relationship with Wu Xie had been tested, Ling Yue wouldn't care much about his sudden mention of Wu Xie asking him to investigate her.

But her lack of reaction caused a flurry of thoughts to race through Xie Yuchen's mind.

—Is she indifferent to Wu Xie's suspicions, or does she trust that Wu Xie will no longer doubt her?

Xie Yuchen appeared casual, but in reality, he was carefully observing every change in her expression. He continued tentatively, "It's strange, Miss Ling's previous life trajectory is almost identical. However, judging from the clothes you threw away, it's clear that you were never short of money before."

They're more than just not short of money.

Even after the clothes were restored, it was still impossible to determine exactly which dynasty the style belonged to.

However, the experts that Xie Yuchen brought in could still tell from some details of the outfit that the person who could wear it must be someone of extraordinary status.

The gold-embroidery technique, reserved for princesses, was used exclusively as tribute brocade by important members of the royal family. The embroidery itself was of unparalleled quality, and the designs were exquisitely crafted with fluid lines.

What caught Xie Yuchen's attention even more was that this expensive outfit was designed for comfort, style, and ease of movement, suggesting that it was Ling Yue's everyday wear.

Even someone as wealthy as Xie Yuchen would find it hard to imagine what kind of family Ling Yue came from, to be able to wear such clothes as everyday attire.

Ling Yue, who was sitting opposite the campfire, slowly and methodically processing herbs, had not reacted at all before.

But when she heard Xie Yuchen mention the outfit she had long since thrown away, she finally reacted.

She looked up at him through the leaping flames, her gaze filled with a complex mix of emotions that Xie Yuchen couldn't quite describe.

I watched it for a long time.

He slowly uttered a sentence: "You went and rummaged through the trash can?"