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

Mo Chenchen was startled. Without even raising her head, her body reacted instinctively, and she ran wildly in the opposite direction of the sound.

She could hear the footsteps and shouts coming from behind her. Mo Chenchen dared not relax for a moment. Her body was so weak. If she were caught, she would be beaten to death.

The will to survive unleashed her body's potential, causing her to run wildly through the crisscrossing alleyways.

She could feel her lungs churning like bellows, and a faint taste of blood welled up in her throat.

Mo Chenchen didn't know how long she had been running until the sounds behind her disappeared.

He then plopped down in a corner piled with broken baskets, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

With her current body, she would die no matter who she encountered. Her body was too weak, and even the combat skills she retained from her post-apocalyptic instincts could not be used at all.

It took her a while to catch her breath before she picked up the deformed bun she had squeezed and put it in her mouth.

It's too difficult, too difficult, it's almost like the end of the world.

No, it's much better than the apocalypse. Once she gets through this phase, she'll have countless good days ahead.

After finishing the steamed buns, Mo Chenchen felt like she had come back to life. She saved the remaining two for tomorrow and took a sip of spring water from her spatial storage.

Only then did I force myself to stand up; this place was not a place to linger.

Stealing might solve the immediate hunger problem, but it could also attract attention, so you must leave as soon as possible.

She determined the direction and carefully made her way towards the location of the city gate that she remembered.

She dared not walk on the main roads, and instead chose the less crowded, dirty and messy alleys.

Yunmeng City is a first-class city with a large population and a diverse mix of people.

Her cautious and flustered appearance wasn't particularly noticeable, after all, there are too many people struggling at the bottom of society.

She walked and stopped, hiding and dodging, until she finally saw the tall and majestic city gate guarded by soldiers in the distance. It was already 11 p.m. There were hardly any people left the city; they were all returning from hunting in the small forest outside.

She can't go out; she'd be too conspicuous. Even without the Mo family looking for her, the soldiers guarding the city would know she's up to no good.

Mo Chenchen found an abandoned rooftop under which she could observe the city gate, curled up, and prepared to get through the night.

As the temperature dropped in Yunmeng City at night, she secretly took out a piece of clothing that she had stored in her spatial dimension, put it on, and then took out her small quilt to wrap herself in.

She dared not enter the space. She had just eaten and was still under great tension. Once she entered the comfortable environment of the space, she would definitely fall asleep. If she was seen by someone with ulterior motives in the morning because of entering or leaving the space, she would really be close to death.

There is no space in this world that one can enter on one's own, or rather, apart from the spirit beast pouch, there is no space that can hold living beings.

Those that can let people in are all celestial abodes of the spirit treasure level. If she were to reveal her abilities, murder and robbery would be the least of her worries. What she fears most is the kind of soul-searching technique that can directly cause someone's soul to be scattered.

Fortunately, I had just eaten two steamed buns. Although I wasn't full, I no longer felt heartburn or stomach upset. Besides, I could access the water from the spatial well with my mind. I drank a few sips, which barely helped me resist the cold and thirst.

She really wanted to sleep, but she didn't dare. It wasn't that she was afraid the Mo family would come looking for her; the Mo family wouldn't find out she was missing today. No one would condescend to look for her so late at night.

The earliest we'll find out is tomorrow morning when we bring her breakfast. If we're lucky, it might even be the day after tomorrow morning. When she's sick, it's perfectly normal that no one will remember to bring her anything all day.

The little girl was the kind of person who was afraid to even get sick. If she got sick, not only would she not have medicine, but she would also not have food. But unfortunately, she was sickly and always got sick.

Mo Chenchen casually browsed through the original owner's memories and discovered that the original owner's condition, in the future, would be considered a combination of depression and autism, which was already very serious.

It's quite remarkable that he survived to the age of thirteen.

Indeed, even ants struggle to survive, let alone a human being.

Endure it! Endure it! Endure it! When she got too sleepy, Mo Chenchen would pinch her thigh hard, and her once fair and tender thighs must now be covered in bruises.

Only by enduring hardship can one drive a Land Rover.

Sure enough, as they waited and waited, dawn broke, and the city gates slowly opened with a creak.

People were already lined up waiting to leave the city. There were farmers carrying loads, small caravans driving pack animals, and some low-level cultivators who looked like they were going out to gather resources or gain experience.

Mo Chenchen got up and hid further inside, putting the quilt and tattered clothes into his spatial storage. Then he turned a corner, circled around, and appeared to be rushing out from inside, joining the last place in the queue.

He tucked his hands into his sleeves, leaned to one side, and hunched his back—he was as unfashionable as could be.

When it was her turn, the city guards glanced at her lazily, saw that she was dressed plainly and was thin, and then waved her through.

There are usually no orders given. Guarding the gate is just for show. They collect a small fee from outsiders to enter the city. Intercepting people is not a thing, especially not someone like Mo Chenchen who looks like she has no money at all.

After stepping out of the city gate, Mo Chenchen breathed a huge sigh of relief. From now on, she could roam freely. At worst, she could stay in the space for a few more days after returning from the other world, and come out again when the Mo family stopped looking for her.

By then, she had already reached the third level of Qi Refining, and with the skills she had learned in the apocalypse, she was able to protect herself to some extent.

Without stopping, they first walked along the official road for a while, then turned off the road and headed in one direction, towards the mountain range known as the "Green Mist Forest".

The Green Mist Forest gets its name from the thin layer of green mist that rises every morning. It was the place where Yunmeng City and the surrounding small cities first trained.

It contains only some first- and second-level docile or weak spirit beasts, such as fluffy rabbits and grass-fed pigs. It is a common place for disciples from various cultivation academies in the city or those who have just entered the immortal sect to accumulate practical experience and collect low-level medicinal herbs.

Mo Chenchen chose this place because the Mo family would never have imagined that she would enter here, or rather, that entering here would mean committing suicide.

Mo Chenchen was a cripple who hadn't even reached the level of Qi cultivation. Here, she was surrounded by dangers. Even the lowest-level guguda could cause her to lose a lot of blood with a single peck from its sharp beak, eventually leading to her death.

Moreover, there are sharp-toothed rats or poisonous bees among them, which could potentially kill her.

Mo Chenchen's purpose was precisely this: to create the impression that she had sought her own death. When the Mo family couldn't find her, they would only assume that she had perished in the mouth of a demon beast.

It's still early, and she's the only one on this road. Later, many low-level cultivators will set off one after another. They are all waiting for the fog in the "Azure Mist Forest" to dissipate, which will be around seven o'clock in the morning.

Arriving too early is pointless; even small animals won't come out to wander around in the thick fog.

After walking along the smooth road for a while, we turned onto a difficult path overgrown with weeds.

Auntie's stomach growled at an inopportune moment; she was hungry. Mo Chenchen had no choice but to take out some steamed buns from her spatial storage and eat them with water, which made her feel much better.

As he entered the woods, Mo Chenchen subconsciously slowed his pace. Sure enough, the visibility in the "Green Mist Forest" was too low in the early morning, and even the birds were reluctant to make a sound.

Mo Chenchen didn't dare to go too deep, but just wandered around the edge of the forest. Finally, she found a bush where a person could squeeze in and hide after tidying up a bit.

Without further hesitation, he parted the vines and was about to bend over and climb in when he suddenly remembered something. He picked up a stick from the side and stirred it vigorously before finally climbing in.

Once the demonstration was nearly over, Mo Chenchen finally breathed a sigh of relief and mentally controlled herself to enter the space.

The next moment, her figure disappeared from the spot, with only the slightly swaying vines proving that someone had just been there.