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

Clearly, even someone with experience wouldn't choose to go deep into the area; it was just that she was young and fearless, daring to traverse the area since she had free time.

During the day, he travels using his divine sense. If he encounters any suspicious fluctuations in spiritual energy or the aura of a powerful demonic beast, he would rather take a longer route than get close.

In the evening, they would go to their space early to rest and recharge.

On the fifteenth day deep in the mountains, Mo Chenchen encountered a swamp filled with a pale purple mist.

When divine sense probed into the fog, the feedback was blurry, only able to detect a range of about ten meters.

The air was filled with a mixture of putrid and cloying odors, which made one feel dizzy after smelling it for a while.

Without hesitation, Mo Chenchen instantly returned to her spatial dimension, fearing that if she were to fall into a trap outside and faint again, she would die without even knowing how.

He drank clean water in the space and slowly recuperated, taking three whole days to fully recover.

When she came out again, Mo Chenchen put on a gas mask and moved forward a little further. She saw a toad covered in pustules lurking in the swamp.

It wasn't very big, but it could spray venom, and it lived in groups. Without saying a word, Mo Chenchen turned around decisively.

She couldn't afford to offend them; not only could she not afford to offend them, but they were also disgusting people, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

This detour took another seven or eight days, and it involved climbing a steep cliff.

She was almost dragged back to the cave by a group of monkeys, but luckily she had a space to hide quickly.

Finally, she took out two grenades from her storage space without hesitation.

"Boom!" The loud noise echoed through the valley, sending rocks flying. Several mandrills were blown to pieces, while the others were stunned and retreated temporarily.

Taking advantage of this lull, they quickly left the area using the protruding rocks and vines on the cliff face.

In fact, Mo Chenchen could have easily found a place to hide in the space and experienced another small world. When she came back, she would have reached the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage.

Crossing Qingwu Mountain again will definitely be much better than being a mere noob at the third level of Qi Refining.

But she just didn't want to. Firstly, she had just returned from one world and didn't want to rush into the next; she wanted to reflect and calm down.

Secondly, she was too unfamiliar with this world of cultivation, and didn't know that she could level up so quickly in just a few days. If others found out, it might attract their attention.

Even though her cheat is incredibly powerful and leveling up is effortless, she will still make sure her level isn't too outrageous.

Only by keeping a low profile can one avoid attracting attention and live a more comfortable life.

The last reason was that she wanted to find some books and recipes on basic magic and alchemy. Once she arrived in the small world, she would survive for at least fifty years, so she could take them out and learn them. Otherwise, she felt like she was wasting her time.

Therefore, the next time she travels through time, she must go to Zhilanfang and get what she wants.

After wandering like a wild man through the Qingwu Mountains for half a year, Mo Chenchen finally reached the outer edge of the Qingwu Mountains.

She felt much more relaxed. However, her long-standing vigilance prevented her from relaxing her spiritual probing.

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and frowned.

Not far ahead, I saw several people lying on the ground.

Given her personality, she hates meddling in other people's business the most.

But she still slowly moved forward, her purpose simple: to touch the corpse.

Since she's already dead, leaving her things is a waste. We might as well help this poor woman.

She is genuinely poor; it's absolutely true.

He walked up to it and kicked it a few times to make sure it was really dead.

He kicked several people in a row, but none of them made a sound. He patted his chest and thought, "Thank goodness, they're definitely dead."

He crouched down and started searching from the nearest part of his body, feeling every inch of it. He found five low-grade spirit stones and a small pouch full of spirit beads. Not bad, not bad.

With a rewarding experience, Mo Chenchen became even more attentive to touching it.

Mo Chenchen squatted down next to the best-dressed man, her eyes slightly shining.

This guy was dressed in a dark blue outfit, the fabric of which shimmered faintly in the light filtering through the leaves; it was definitely not cheap.

The belt was inlaid with jade, and although I don't know its quality, it must be quite nice.

Could it be that Heaven felt her previous corpse-looting wasn't effective enough, and is rewarding her this time with a high-quality one?

The previous few spirit stones were just appetizers; this is the main event.

The person was lying face down, buried in the withered leaves.

Mo Chenchen stepped forward and cautiously kicked the dead man's shoulder, but there was no reaction.

Emboldened a bit, he kicked the other person's waist again.

He remained completely still, his body swaying slightly with the force of the kick, and that was it.

It really looks like it's dead. That's good.

He breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously pulled up his pants, and then squatted down to flip the person over without any politeness.

The first thing you see is a face stained with blood and dirt.

Even so, it couldn't hide the man's good looks.

His hair was messy and disheveled, his face was pale, and his lips were pale, but he was still handsome.

The facial features are smooth with a clear jawline, but without overly sharp angles.

She looked to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with her eyes tightly closed.

Looking at the other person's age, appearance, and clothing, Mo Chenchen couldn't help but sigh again, "The cultivation world is indeed dangerous. What a pity."

What a waste of such a beautiful face, what a waste of talent.

That didn't stop Mo Chenchen from reaching out her hand to the man's waist without any hesitation.

Being handsome can't put food on the table; spirit stones are the most important thing.

Finally, he pulled out a dark blue pouch from his waist, embroidered with exquisite cloud patterns.

Unfortunately, after all that arguing, we still couldn't reach a conclusion.

I turned it over and over in my hands and found it to be heavier than a regular sachet, and the material was neither cloth nor leather.

Is this the legendary storage bag?

Her eyes lit up; this was a treasure, exactly what she needed, but unfortunately, with her current cultivation level, she couldn't break through the barrier.

I'm struck by this again. Shouldn't things become ownerless once their owner dies? Why isn't it like that here?

Never mind, I'll just keep it to myself for now and study it later when I have time.

Her hand started to move upwards along the man's waistline, and she could feel the muscle lines of his body even through his clothes.

She's not lewd, she really isn't. Isn't she just looking for spirit stones?

Furthermore, the man had a long wound running from his left shoulder to his abdomen, which he could barely touch.

Carefully avoiding the wound, she planned to reach inside the man's clothes to see if there were any hidden pockets.

But he felt the chest of the person beneath his palm, who had stopped breathing, rise and fall slightly.

Just when I thought it might be my imagination, I heard an extremely suppressed, painful groan escape from the man's throat.

Even with its eyes closed, it was trembling, as if it was about to open them.

Mo Chenchen immediately disregarded whether it was shallow or not, and quickly jumped back, stopping only when she was far away from the man.

At the same time, he quickly drew his pistol and pointed it steadily at the man on the ground who was about to wake up.