Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 1244 - 1224: The Ancient Box

A flash of white light passed by, and Luo Qianqian disappeared on the island just like that.

A breeze blew past, rippling the water’s surface, yet it could not bring any news of Luo Qianqian.

Stumbling forward, Luo Qianqian took two steps, the Bai Ye in his hands already vanished without a trace. He looked bewilderedly at the massive, pitch-black building in front of him, as if he was the only light source within the entire house.

Stunned, he reached out his hand and stared at his five clear fingers, unable to see anything within even a meter’s distance, and dared not move.

"Welcome to the Domain Museum, may I ask what kind of domain you wish to acquire? Is it the noble aura that exudes elegance even in common garb, or the charming aura that captivates all men? Or perhaps the ethereal and worldly Blue Lotus Aura?" A voice spoke up, indistinct whether male or female, young or old, even its position was indefinable.

There are also intelligent choices here, but why do they all seem so impractical?

And are we sure these aren’t just Green Tea Aura, Bai Lian Aura, Princess Aura?

Even though she didn’t know what kind of domains were available, she was certain that if she obtained such domains... she would rather remain ordinary.

And he was still young, what’s the point of being so alluring? It’s not like he’s desperately seeking marriage.

"Hey, Xuan Ming..." Luo Qianqian called out in her heart, but it seemed that their connection was cut, and no matter how she called out, there was no response.

"Hey, Bai Ze..." Luo Qianqian called out again, but still received no response, as if they did not exist, her face suddenly innocent.

At this moment, just in case, she placed the Jade given by Yann Yao close to her chest, and it started to warm up slightly: "Are you there?"

A subtle voice came through, faintly accompanied by the sound of him inhaling in pain.

"Hmm." Luo Qianqian dared not say much and held the Jade tightly while responding.

"Ah right, I can’t hear your voice either, damn... If you can hear me, you should have been transported by the Ancient Tree, make sure to enter the Collection Pavilion and choose, whatever you do don’t..." Before the voice could finish, the Jade inexplicably shattered in her hand.

"What domain do you want?" The voice rang out again, but with a noticeably colder edge, even carrying a sense of threat.

"I want to enter the Collection Pavilion!" Luo Qianqian declared firmly, though Yann Yao hadn’t finished speaking, she trusted that he wouldn’t deceive her now.

She put away the Jade, now split into two pieces, without even blinking.

"Hmph." A tiny voice sounded, and the space before Luo Qianqian gradually brightened, revealing a library-like room, with the walls lined with countless books, seeming more like boxes standing on shelves than books, dazzling in their plethora.

With a calm face, Luo Qianqian walked ahead without glancing around, making her way towards the door before her, distinctly feeling that the things behind the door were far stronger than those around.

The door closed behind her, and under her gaze, the surrounding scenery had nowhere to hide.

But what surprised her most was the pyramid-shaped steps in front of her, steps clearly unfit for humans, just laying several boxes, with five layers arranged from top to bottom by the numbers one, three, five, seven, and nine, sixteen boxes already opened with emptiness inside.

And on the fifth layer, there remained only one unopened box.

Yet even a quick glance showed these boxes were far more valuable than those outside.

Without hesitation, Luo Qianqian rushed toward the topmost box, but in the next second, a white light rebounded her heavily to the ground, and a voice simultaneously rang out: "Arrogant!"

Shaking her numb hand, ignoring the voice, Luo Qianqian furrowed her brow slightly...

Sitting on the island, Yann Yao poured an elixir into his mouth, looking at the Jade Tree before him; arching a brow, he mused: "That little girl is rather lucky, among all these teleport formations on the tree, she had the fortune to find her way over there."

In his hand appeared a piece of Bai Ye, under the effect of an unknown force, vaguely sporting a symbol.

Gentle breezes swept around them, seemingly serene, but he dared not move much; brought here by Kun, a creature only seen in books, if he remained obliviously ignorant, he would meet his demise here.

The leaf he held kept him from being transported, for that place allowed only one person each time.

Just as he anticipated, Luo Qianqian had indeed arrived at the place they were meant to go, unaware Bai Ye had other teleport locations.

"Wish you good luck." Looking at the blanket in his arms, his expression softened significantly.

Gazing at the box in front, Luo Qianqian shifted sideways for a moment.

She glanced at her glove and removed it, reaching toward the box, almost touching it before retracting her hand, her gaze wandering toward a corner box, sensing no dust and realizing it would have accumulated over millennia.

Yet the box contrasted the surrounding grandeur, exhibiting an archaic charm, momentarily leaving her in a daze.

As she was about to touch it, a summoning sensation from another direction struck her.

It was a tremor from deep within her soul, making her pull back and stare in that direction, stunned.

Hours passed in silence, she glanced again at the box atop the pyramid, withdrawing her hand.

She walked dazedly toward that box, puzzled by its appearance.

The surrounding boxes were all exceptionally ornate; this dark box seemed rather rustic.

After a moment’s silence, she reached out toward the box, only to feel a stab of pain, her blood accidentally spilled onto the box, unnoticed due to its color, yet she managed to touch it, and suddenly vanished from where she stood.

Perhaps accustomed to the recent transports, Luo Qianqian calmly watched the shifting scenery ahead, her expression unmoved.

The scene before her transformed entirely from earlier, now laden in drifting, swirling snowfall.

Such a sight stirred slight surprise in Luo Qianqian’s eyes.

Raising a hand upwards, allowing snowflakes to fall upon her palm, each flake uniquely distinct.

"What’s happening this time? Hey, is anyone there?" Luo Qianqian admired the snowflakes briefly, waited, but hearing no sound, she cupped her hands around her mouth like an amplifier and called softly.

Her echo was the only response that came back to her repeatedly.

"Hey, is anyone there?"

"Is anyone there?"

"Anyone there?"

"There?"

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