An Chen currently doesn't have a suitable way to resell Qingxin Grass Leaf. If he were to approach Kunpeng, he might be able to earn some money, but compared to selling it directly through social channels, the value of Qingxin Grass Leaf would be drastically reduced.
Therefore, before that, An Chen still needed to work hard to earn his living expenses.
He did have some savings on hand now, and with the five thousand his boss gave him earlier, he had close to twenty thousand, but he wasn't the only one in his family, and money sometimes disappeared at an absurd rate.
That night, Su Xiaojiu was much more well-behaved, perhaps tired from her adventures in Kyushu. When An Chen returned home in the early hours, Su Xiaojiu was still sound asleep on her bed.
An Chen simply didn't wake her, leaving a note before heading out.
It was Monday, and he still had to go to School.
An Chen arrived at School as usual with breakfast, distributed it, and then sat down, ready to sleep.
But he suddenly noticed that the spot next to him was empty, which was a bit strange.
Ye Xinning wasn't there.
Usually, she would already be doing practice problems by this time, and he didn't know where she had gone.
Except for the few times she was sick, An Chen had never seen her not come.
"Did you watch last night's video?"
Sun He suddenly plopped down in Ye Xinning's seat, striking up a conversation with An Chen.
"I did."
"What do you think?"
Sun He was full of excitement.
"It feels like a joke... what with Transmigration and other worlds, just like in novels and games. I'm a bit skeptical."
"But that's an official account! The whole internet is going crazy now!"
The classroom was buzzing with noise; everyone was probably discussing this matter now.
"You saw the news about the disappearances and strange deaths, right? If Transmigration is fake, then how do you explain those?"
"I don't know..."
An Chen pretended to be completely clueless, putting on a thoughtful expression.
"Perhaps it's true, but Transcendents are too far removed from us. Even if they exist, there shouldn't be many, right?"
The total number of Transcendents might not be small, but when diluted within the total population, the proportion becomes negligible.
If there were ten thousand Transcendents, the proportion would be one in over a hundred thousand.
It's like Rh-negative blood; ordinary people rarely seem to encounter individuals with Rh-negative blood, and all types of Rh-negative blood combined account for less than one percent.
However, there are as many as five million people with Rh-negative blood nationwide, which is something many people cannot imagine.
"I was thinking the same thing last night, but..."
Sun He stopped mid-sentence, suddenly straightened up, and cleared his throat again.
"There's a Transcendent in our School! No... two!"
An Chen's body stiffened, then relaxed.
He was sure Sun He wasn't talking about him.
"Who is it?"
"The first is a junior from the second year of high School. He's very tragic; he was already dead when he came back! Only a corpse was left, and I heard there were many bite marks on the body, as if it had been torn by a wild beast!"
Teenagers of this age don't seem to fear death, unless death is directly presented before their eyes. Otherwise, when they talk about death, they aren't scared at all.
In their eyes, these were just gossip.
An Chen, however, frowned.
"He just died like that?"
"Exactly! So Transmigration isn't necessarily a good thing!"
Sun He waved his hand and continued:
"And another one is Wang Zhaoyang from Class 9 of the third year of high School. He even came to School today! He's telling his Transmigration story everywhere now. He supposedly Transmigrated to an ancient-style city. I didn't hear the whole thing... They're leaving, why don't we go take a look?"
A group of people in the class seemed to have made up their minds, rustling out.
It was only a few minutes until morning self-study began, but driven by curiosity, they still decided to go see this so-called Transcendent.
"Let's go."
An Chen also wanted to see what this Transcendent was like.
"I was in a small alley, and I noticed that the people on the street outside were strange. They weren't wearing the same clothes as us. With my keen observation and sense of danger, I immediately realized that I had Transmigrated! When I saw the guards who could make longswords float around them while patrolling, I immediately understood that this was a Cultivation world."
Wang Zhaoyang was currently in the classroom, narrating his story like a storyteller.
The classroom was surrounded by three layers of people inside and out, probably a hundred people, all listening intently to his story.
"Wang Zhaoyang, it seems you didn't waste your time watching novels on your MP4 during evening self-study, did you?"
Someone actually teased him, and everyone burst into laughter.
Who would have thought that Wang Zhaoyang, far from being ashamed, was proud of it, patting his chest.
"Of course! You thought I was slacking off, but actually, I was studying in advance!"
An Chen's mouth twitched as he listened.
"Then, I stole... I took an abandoned piece of clothing, quickly changed, and blended in with the pedestrians. It was almost dark then, and I had nowhere to go, so I just wandered around."
"This city seemed to have a curfew at night, but it only restricted certain areas. Some places were still bustling with song and dance at night... I found out that the place I was in was called Qingfeng City, and I heard there was a Cultivation School called Qingfeng Sect in the nearby mountains. They had just finished recruiting Disciples once, and the next time would be three years later. If it weren't for the bad timing, I think I could have also gone to that Qingfeng Sect to Cultivate!"
Someone suddenly laughed loudly at this moment:
"Oh, please! Do you think a Sect like that would want someone like you?"
"How do you know if you don't try?"
Wang Zhaoyang slammed the table and glared.
"What if I'm a once-in-a-century Cultivation Genius? Can't you wish me well?"
Seeing no one reply, only people secretly laughing, Wang Zhaoyang felt awkward and continued his story.
"I just wandered like that all night, and also found out a lot of useful information, until dawn."
In fact, most of this useful information was about which brothel had beautiful dancers and which courtesan house had enchanting courtesans.
Listening, An Chen felt a murmur in his heart.
This Wang Zhaoyang clearly had a severe case of social anxiety, no wonder he could find out information.
However, the fact that he could return alive probably meant he had some ability, right?
"During the day, I was hungry, but I didn't have any money from this world, nor anything on me, so I decided to just look around and see if I could earn some money... and I really stumbled upon something!"
At this point, Wang Zhaoyang suddenly stopped, picked up his thermos, and took a sip of water.
"This was a Gang in the city, but they also had Cultivators. They happened to be recruiting Gang members at the time, and someone instantly took a liking to me, saying I was a Cultivation prodigy, and begged me to join their Gang!"
Feeling the aura of a Mortal from Wang Zhaoyang's body, An Chen almost choked on his saliva.
Bragging... probably counts as a special skill, right?