Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

It was no longer Huo Zhanting leading a few younger people to find Mo Chenchen, but rather General Huo himself taking the lead.

Huo Zhanting, Baili Mo's father Baili Zheng, the head of the Xiao family, Su Nanqi's father, the leader of the Han family, and the elders of the Chu family, along with their core members and strategists, totaling more than twenty people, gathered again in the largest villa command center.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, but no warmth could be seen on anyone's face; only an unyielding solemnity and a barely perceptible fear remained.

They sent someone again to invite Mo Chenchen.

Mo Chenchen didn't want to go at first, but then she thought, "We can't all freeze to death, can we? How did she survive in her past life?"

Yes, it's a large basement in the city, crowded with all sorts of men and women.

Shaking her head, Mo Chenchen didn't want to think about it anymore, and really didn't want to go through it again.

Mo Chenchen was wearing a thick down jacket, wrapping herself up like a ball, wearing non-slip and warm snow boots, a thick scarf, and large goggles.

General Huo's cloudy yet still sharp gaze lingered on Mo Chenchen for a moment before he slowly spoke.

Her voice, hoarse and weary, carried the distinctive huskiness of an old man: "Miss Mo Chenchen, you've seen the situation we invited you here for. The extreme cold is far beyond our expectations. If this continues, I'm afraid... We'd like to hear your thoughts on how to stop everyone from getting through this calamity."

The end times will teach every stubborn person a lesson, and this will be proven once again.

Before the apocalypse, Mo Chenchen wouldn't even have been qualified to meet General Huo, let alone have him speak to her in a humble manner.

The crowd offered various suggestions: centralizing fuel supplies for a small number of people? This was immediately rejected, as it would cause a riot.

Dig an underground bunker? The project is too large, and there isn't enough time.

Looking for more cold-resistant materials to reinforce houses? That's a long shot and won't solve an immediate problem.

After much discussion, many solutions were proposed, but they were all rejected by reality.

This only made everyone feel more desperate.

Finally, everyone's attention once again focused on Mo Chenchen, who had remained silent all along.

Feeling everyone's gazes, Mo Chenchen thought for a moment, then looked up at Huo Zhanting, who was sitting next to General Huo: "Commander Huo, do you remember the cave where I released water last time?"

Huo Zhanting was taken aback, then nodded: "I remember."

"That cave is very deep, with a particularly large interior space and a stable structure. The entrance is relatively narrow, which helps to keep it warm."

As she spoke, Huo Zhanting pondered, "If everyone—I mean everyone still alive in the entire villa area—were all housed in that cave, the temperature inside would definitely be higher than in any villa outside, thanks to the heat generated by their own bodies. Add to that the firewood from the mountains, and the chances of survival would be much greater."

Her words stunned everyone present.

Centralized living? Everyone crammed into a cave?

Immediately, someone raised an objection: "This...this is outrageous! With so many people crammed together, how can we maintain hygiene? How can we keep order?"

"Exactly! They eat, drink, and poop in there all the time, the smell..."

"Moreover, supplies are also a problem. Some families still have food stored up, while others have nothing left. Are we just going to watch them starve to death?"

Hearing that these people were still discussing trivial matters at this hour, a mocking smile slowly crept onto Mo Chenchen's lips.

"They're barely surviving, yet they complain about the taste. They might as well just freeze to death; it would save them the trouble."

He changed his posture and continued to mock: "If you were as ruthless as me, you could watch the other person starve to death. What's so difficult about that? I'm just offering a suggestion; take it or leave it."

The meeting room fell silent after Mo Chenchen's words.

They all know in their hearts that this is the best solution for now.

Even if they face worse living conditions, it's still better than freezing to death.

Ultimately, it was General Huo, the highest-ranking official, who made the final decision.

He slowly stood up from his seat, instantly appearing several years older, yet his eyes still held the unwavering resolve of a soldier.

"Follow Miss Mo's suggestion. Immediately organize everyone, carrying essential supplies and fuel. Tomorrow morning, Zhan Ting will lead the troops to clear the way. Everyone must move to the cave behind as quickly as possible. Those who disobey will be left to their own devices."

The order spread throughout the villa area at top speed, and the once quiet area instantly became agitated.

Some people were relieved to have found a way out, while others complained about how they could possibly live in a communal setting. But despite their complaints, no one voiced any objection.

Mo Chenchen only offers suggestions but does not participate in any actions.

Just kidding, she has a spatial ability.

It's spring-like inside all year round, and there are countless supplies. She must have been out of her mind to squeeze into that smelly cave with this group of people.

The group of people in the room watched Mo Chenchen refuse to accompany them and walk away, and they couldn't even feel the slightest bit of jealousy.

All that remains is a deep numbness and envy.

Yes, there's a mountain of firewood in their yard, and the villa must be well-insulated, so there's really no need to squeeze into a cave.

People really can't be compared.

The next day, the large migrating procession, escorted by the army, braved a blizzard that could sweep people away and made its way with difficulty toward the cave in the back mountain.

Mo Chenchen stood at the second-floor window, watching the weapon slowly move through the swirling snow, his eyes indifferent.

After the last figure disappeared into the snowstorm, the entire villa area fell completely silent.

Silence as death.

It was as if the whole world consisted of only her and the boundless ice and snow.

Mo Chenchen did not feel lonely; on the contrary, she felt a sense of ease she had never felt before.

She can finally let go completely and enjoy her own space.

Of course, appearances still need to be maintained.

She still goes out for a bit every day, occasionally lighting the fireplace and letting smoke rise from the chimney.

The biggest problem is the snow.

The blizzard was almost nonstop, and soon, the first floor of her villa was mostly buried in snow.

This won't do; it's too abnormal.

So whenever the heavy snow was about to completely submerge her house, Mo Chenchen would put on her protective gear and leave the villa.

She used her own space to pile all the snow in front of the villa and in the two villas next to it.

Since she's the only one living in the entire villa area, she can do whatever she wants.

And so, I ate and slept in the space, slept and ate, exercised, watched movies, and occasionally came out to clear the snow. Time flew by.

Two months later, Mo Chenchen was eating durian in her space when she suddenly had a feeling.

After changing my clothes, I came out of the space to check the situation and silently calculated the time. It seemed that the extreme cold was about to pass.

Temperatures are starting to rise.

Those outside should have reached their limit and should prepare to descend the mountain.