Chapter 192: The Frigid Realm 09

"Then I'll go find the Marshal!" Ye Xi'an said without hesitation.

Researcher Su snorted lightly, thinking Ye Xi'an was spouting nonsense: "Not to mention the insect race and virus are now throwing Zhu Shen Xing into chaos, the Marshal is so busy each day he can't even lay a hand on a man's bed."

"Even when things are calm, a family of your standing can't just casually meet the Marshal."

Bao Jing frowned, angry and ready to step forward to argue with Researcher Su.

Ye Xi'an grabbed him, agreeing with Researcher Su that if even her family could see the Marshal, it would be far too casual.

But it doesn't matter; she lacks the qualification, someone else has it.

Ye Xi'an: "Sister Qiu Yi, are you at home?"

Qiu Yi: "Hmm, just finished quarantine and got home, what's up?"

Ye Xi'an: "I have something and want to see the Marshal; can you help?"

On the other side of Light Brain, Qiu Yi's typing hand froze—An An actually wants to see the Marshal?

Could something big have happened?

Qiu Yi hesitated for a moment but still clicked on that person she never contacts.

Qiu Yi: "Marshal, do you have a moment?"

After the message went out, no reply came for a while; Qiu Yi sighed, "Indeed, the Marshal must be swamped to the point of losing his mind now."

Qiu Yi: "An An, I just contacted the Marshal, but he didn't reply—probably too busy."

Qiu Yi: "If there's anything, you can tell me; maybe I can help."

Ye Xi'an watched Qiu Yi's reply on Light Brain, and her heart sank a little.

Even sister Qiu Yi can't reach the Marshal; then her hope of going to the Frigid Realm would be completely shattered.

No.

She can't give up.

Yi Yang is still waiting for her.

Ye Xi'an snapped her head up, a flash of resolve in her violet eyes.

Ye Xi'an: "It's nothing, but thank you, sister Qiu Yi, for helping me contact the Marshal."

After thanking Qiu Yi on Light Brain, she already had a plan.

Researcher Su watched Ye Xi'an's expression, felt a jolt in his heart, fearing she might do something foolish.

"Ye Xi'an, calm down; over at the Marshal's side…"

Ye Xi'an seemed not to hear her, turned sharply, and her gaze swept over Lin Zhi Jing, Ji Jiangci, Bao Jing, and Gu Feng in turn.

"I must go." Her voice was soft but carried undeniable firmness.

Lin Zhi Jing furrowed his brows; worry filled his gray‑eyed, phoenix‑like gaze.

"Xi'an, it's too dangerous. Besides, you have no way to go."

Ji Jiangci's gentle teal pupils also brimmed with disapproval.

Ye Xi'an inhaled deeply; she knew they were worried about her.

But what about Yi Yang?

He must be starving now; if he barely survives the virus only to die of hunger, that would be too tragic.

"If I don't go, Yi Yang will die." Ye Xi'an's voice was hoarse.

She closed her eyes, and Yi Yang's perpetually goofy grin floated in her mind.

When she opened her eyes again, Ye Xi'an's gaze had settled into a calm that was almost frightening.

"I've already decided."

Finishing, she no longer looked at the others; subtle, barely perceptible distortions began to ripple in the space around her.

It was a sign that Space System abilities were activating.

Lin Zhi Jing's complexion changed abruptly.

"Xi'an, what are you doing!"

He tried to step forward to stop her, but an invisible force shoved him back; at that moment, it seemed he and Ye Xi'an were in separate spaces.

Around Ye Xi'an, violet light intensified, enveloping her completely.

She was about to perform a spatial fold, forcibly teleporting to Yi Yang's side.

Such ultra‑long‑range spatial folding, with an unknown destination environment, consumes massive spirit power and ability; a slight slip could drag one into spatial turbulence, leaving no remains.

But Ye Xi'an could no longer worry about that.

She felt her internal ability draining at an unprecedented speed, and her spirit power throbbed as if pierced by countless needles.

Sweat soaked her forehead and hair, and her violet pupils slightly faded as spirit power was over‑consumed.

Bao Jing and the others could only watch helplessly, their hearts burning with anxiety.

Just as Ye Xi'an was about to collapse, she finally sensed Yi Yang's faint aura.

Found him!

She used her last ounce of strength to lock onto Yi Yang's location.

The violet light contracted sharply, then burst open suddenly.

Ye Xi'an's figure vanished from the spot.

Researcher Su and the others stared dumbfounded at the empty space, unable to recover for a long while.

"Where did she go?"

No one answered him.

The next second, Lin Zhi Jing, Ji Jiangci, Bao Jing, and Gu Feng almost simultaneously moved, rushing toward the lab and looking at the screen on the monitor.

On the screen, Yi Yang still lay on the ground, his fate unknown, and a few snow‑like specks flickered—signs of signal interference.

After the snowflakes faded, a frail female suddenly appeared in the cave on the TV.

Researcher Su's eyes widened, he stared at the TV image in disbelief, then immediately shouted.

"Report immediately! A female has forcibly gone to the Extreme Cold Realm! Request military support!"

Extreme Cold Realm.

A vast white expanse of ice and snow, the cold wind scraped the face like a knife.

Yi Yang curled up in a small ice cave, his body trembling slightly from prolonged hunger and cold.

He no longer had the strength to open his eyes.

Just as he thought he was about to die, a familiar, warm aura suddenly enveloped him.

Next, a milky-scented liquid slowly flowed down his throat into his stomach.

It was milk.

He gulped it down greedily, and his chapped lips gained a hint of color from the moisture.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and in his blurred vision a familiar purple hue appeared.

Yi Yang's eye sockets instantly moistened.

Before he could even swallow the milk in his mouth, he began to call out 'wife' in a wronged tone.

"Mmm, wife, I hurt."

At this moment Ye Xi'an's face was also deathly pale, as if countless steel needles were pricking her brain, yet she endured the pain to comfort Yi Yang: "Don't speak first, eat."

She took out the prepared high-energy nutrient and warm clothing from her spatial ring, and carefully handed them to Yi Yang.

After doing all that, she could no longer support herself, her body swayed and she collapsed beside Yi Yang.

"Wife!"

Yi Yang exclaimed, wanting to support her, but he too lacked strength, so he could only lie beside Ye Xi'an on the ground.

He reached out to check her breath; it was fine, fairly steady, probably just from exhaustion.

Yi Yang gazed at Ye Xi'an's pale, beautiful profile, and for some reason tears filled his eyes.

This crying was different from usual; he didn't know why he was crying, but as he looked at Ye Xi'an, feelings of grievance and relief surged together.

It turned out his wife loved him so much; he had thought he was surely going to die this time, never expecting his wife to have found him again.

Yi Yang pressed his face against Ye Xi'an's, feeling her reassuring warmth.

Suddenly, Yi Yang opened his eyes and struggled fiercely to get away from Ye Xi'an.