An Chen seemed to realize something.
“Regardless of whether you want to become a Transcendent or not…”
Indeed, for those who have become Transcendents, it's truly hard to say if it's a good thing or a bad thing; some can make a fortune from it, but others might lose their lives.
The video continued to play.
The content that followed was almost entirely a “Grand Popular Science of Jiu Zhou World,” covering everything from the regional divisions of Jiu Zhou to humanistic knowledge, from curfew regulations to Cultivation Schools, packed with useful information. Even An Chen couldn't help but listen carefully for a while.
Although he understood most of the content, there were still some details he wasn't clear on, and this was a good opportunity to fill in the gaps.
Zhou Xin Xin watched with extreme seriousness, just as An Chen had said. She really wanted to help her father understand what that dangerous world was like.
“Cultivator… the video said Cultivator are very powerful. Is that the kind of person I saw that day?”
Zhou Xin Xin was referring to the Cultivator who appeared on the street the day Su Xiaojiu and the others returned from Transmigration, and who had exchanged a few words with An Chen.
“Yes.”
“So if my dad is a Cultivator, will he be safe?”
An Chen didn't know how to answer that question.
If it was just for self-preservation, it would probably be enough, but in a place like Jiu Zhou, even a Spirit Nurturing or even a Soul Transformation Cultivator couldn't escape an unexpected disaster.
An Chen could only shake his head and say:
“Probably, but I don’t know.”
An Chen coughed, then pulled out a homework book from beside him.
“No matter what, what you need to do now is study hard. Adult matters are for adults to handle, okay?”
Zhou Xin Xin actually didn't like hearing such words, but since An Chen was the one who said them, she found it hard to refute, so she nodded.
An Chen patiently tutored Zhou Xin Xin. Because he had watched the video for a while at the beginning, he specifically made up for some time.
During this time, he also heard Zhao Jing and Zhou Limin talking outside the door. However, Zhou Xin Xin probably didn't hear them.
Zhou Limin seemed somewhat anxious, and his emotions were unstable. Zhao Jing kept trying to persuade him, but she couldn't come up with any solutions, only fretting helplessly.
When the class was over, Zhou Xin Xin's mood had improved a lot. During the final break, she chatted with An Chen about interesting things that happened at School.
Although no students from Zhou Xin Xin's middle School had Transmigrated, a teacher had become a Transcendent, but that teacher hadn't come to class for two days, and the School hadn't given any notice.
As a result, all sorts of rumors were circulating at School.
Zhou Xin Xin was happy to share these rumors with An Chen.
However, An Chen believed that this teacher was most likely dead, or perhaps had been captured and controlled by someone.
The ones who acted against Transcendents were certainly not just the two from last time. Not everyone was as lucky as Wang Zhaoyang, having such a helpful citizen assist him.
There also seemed to be reports of missing Transcendents online, and Kunpeng's account had also posted a message reminding the Transcendent community to pay attention to their safety.
But this still couldn't stop those with ulterior motives.
“I'm leaving. See you the day after tomorrow.”
An Chen helped Zhou Xin Xin tidy up her desk, then waved goodbye.
“I'll see you out!”
Zhou Xin Xin jumped off her chair and followed An Chen out of the room.
As soon as they entered the living room, both felt a heavy, low pressure.
“Little Chen.”
Just as they were about to reach the entrance, Zhou Limin suddenly called out to An Chen.
“You're quick-witted. So, imagine you're me, what would you do…?”
“Why are you involving him in such matters? An Chen is just a child.”
Zhao Jing wanted to stop Zhou Limin, but Zhou Limin waved his hand.
“When I Transmigrated, I was in a city called Qingfeng City. It was an ancient city, the only difference being that it had Cultivator.”
An Chen had guessed this, because in the same area, the Transmigration location should be roughly the same.
Not to mention the South City, just the streets near them, the Transmigration locations should all be Qingfeng City and its surroundings.
“At that time, I was in an empty, uninhabited house within the city. I walked around the vicinity a few times and found that there weren't many residents in that area, and half of the houses were empty. However, this at least solved the problem of where to sleep at night, and I also found two old clothes in the house.”
“I already understood then that I had encountered Transmigration, so I immediately changed my clothes and didn't arouse suspicion. But I had no way to get money from that world, so I couldn't get food. I drank water from a well near the house.”
“I'm currently facing two problems: one is a shortage of food, and the other is… people around me find me unfamiliar and might become suspicious.”
An Chen nodded.
It was clear that Zhou Limin's thinking was still quite agile, and his situation was much better than most people's.
At least he had a place to sleep and wasn't locked up.
“So, do you have any ideas?”
Zhou Limin looked at An Chen, but he didn't seem to hold much hope.
“Have you tried asking the shops in the city if they need errand boys?”
“Yes, but most of the nearby shops don't need any. Further away, it seems more prosperous, and they probably need more help, but it’s a bit too far.”
“Then try carrying supplies over when you Transmigrate?”
When Transmigrating, it was possible to carry items, so carrying things over should be feasible.
“I thought so too. The food problem can be temporarily solved, but the suspicion of the nearby residents…”
This was a bit troublesome.
If rumors about Transmigration spread in Jiu Zhou, then he could easily be suspected of being a Transcendent.
“Uncle, I don't know about that.”
In fact, An Chen himself was still a bit worried about this matter. He had left no traces in Jiu Zhou, and if someone who liked to dig for details really investigated, he would definitely be discovered.
“It's okay, I was just asking casually to see if you could give me some inspiration.”
Zhou Limin smiled helplessly and picked up another can of beer from beside him.
“Still drinking! How much have you had already?”
Zhao Jing snatched the beer away, put it aside, glared at Zhou Limin, and then somewhat irritably cleaned up the flattened beer bottles on the coffee table.
“Old Zhou, pull yourself together! It's not a life-or-death situation yet, don't look like you're about to die! It's as if you can't get past this hurdle!”
But Zhou Limin just gave a bitter smile.
“Have you contacted Kunpeng?”
An Chen suddenly asked.
Zhou Limin was startled.
“Kunpeng is…?”
He seemed to have heard the name of this organization, but would contacting them be useful?
Just then, Zhou Limin's phone rang, and An Chen also felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.