Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System

After taking a few steps, a wave of dizziness hit him. He staggered, fighting back the nauseous feeling that welled up inside him. Such an overwhelming sense of discomfort was unexpected for a cultivator, hinting at the sheer distance they had traveled.

Surveying his surroundings, Han Cai could barely make out the details of the room. An air of abandonment lingered, emphasized by the pitch-black darkness and a musty scent. His fingers skimmed over the floor, collecting a layer of undisturbed dust. The room seemed safe, devoid of any imminent threats.

Time passed as he waited for his discomfort to subside. With the room\'s support, he gradually regained his footing. His eyes struggled to penetrate the darkness, identifying the room as a simple cave abode. At its end was a stone door. Surprisingly, the door opened easily under his touch, contrary to his initial thoughts of having to break it open.

"Could this be...?" Han Cai muttered, astonishment in his voice.

Han Cai got out of the cave followed by Yongnian. 

Han Cai, when creating the massive teleportation array, had made sure it would transport him to a safe and secluded location, hence their current spot. He began his ascent on the mountain, followed by Yongnian.

The path out of the cave abode seemed endless but finally led them to an exit, obstructed by a massive boulder. Yongnian stepped forward, wielding the sword taken from the Azure Dragon Sect to cleave the rock, allowing the fresh air trapped behind it to escape.

Inhaling deeply, the smell of grass filled their lungs, suggesting their location within the grasslands. Venturing out, Han Cai shielded his eyes against the glaring sun to scrutinize their surroundings. What met his eyes was an expansive stretch of verdant grasslands.

Han Cai began to wonder if they had been transported to a different continent altogether. But, dismissing the notion, he reasoned they were probably on some grassland area of the continent. His gaze swept over the sprawling plains, a sight he had never witnessed. 

A pang of nostalgia hit him as he remembered seeing some grasslands in Daixing, too, but they were not as massive as this. He thought about his original Han family and his chubby father and home, deciding he would give the old man a visit when his business here was concluded. 

Looking out over the scene before him, Han Cai lowered his gaze to ponder their location. He stood atop a fairly tall hillside, the base of which connected to an expansive grassland. Continuous waves of wind rustled the endless expanse of grass below, the sound reminiscent of a gentle tide.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, he took in his surroundings. Despite his best efforts, he could identify no recognizable landmarks. Being so far from the Daixing and Vermillion Phoenix Continent, this unfamiliar territory left him with a sense of adventure.

Instead of setting off immediately, Han Cai closed his eyes and slowly released his perception scanning for nearby cultivators. 

After the time it took to brew a pot of tea, Han Cai retracted his perception, his face reflecting a curious expression. 

He said, "Blacky." 

Blacky appeared in its original form, a massive black panther with glowing green eyes. 

Han Cai said, "Transform into a flying beast, keep the cultivation of an elite beast." 

Blacky nodded and transformed into a massive black raven. Han Cai and Yongnian mounted the transformed blacky. 

Blacky ascended into the sky. Once they reached a height of about a hundred meters, Blacky ceased its ascent. From this vantage point, Han Cai surveyed the view before him.

His vision was painted with a sea of endless green. The playful dance of the grass under the breeze was an entrancing spectacle. He was hovering above a solitary patch of land, about six kilometers wide. The hillside he had emerged from was merely a small protrusion on this island.

Though this place seemed devoid of immediate threats, it was unsuitable for cultivation. The Spiritual Qi within this area was too sparse. He had intended to concoct pills to fund his journey in this continent, bringing along several herb seeds for this purpose. However, cultivating these spiritual herbs would require an environment with sufficient Spiritual Qi, without which his plans would come to a standstill.

After circumnavigating the mountain, Han Cai confirmed his initial observation: there were no other mountains in the vicinity. Aside from the grass and a few mundane animals, this area was barren of life.

Without a word, he patted Blacky\'s back, and the beast began to move.

Blacky flew with speed that would make supersonic flights to shame. Below them the playful dance of the grass under the breeze was an entrancing spectacle.

Unsurprisingly, Han Cai wasn\'t certain which direction to take. His strategy was to fly in this direction for several days, and if there were no signs of either cultivators or common folk, he would retrace his steps and take a different path. While this approach was certainly cumbersome, he had no other option in this unfamiliar sea of grasslands, especially without the aid of his system and his girlfriend to shoulder the debt.

However, he wasn\'t concerned about running out of spiritual power. Blacky, being a Void beast, could fly for years before it needed any rest.

After flying for two weeks  he stumbled upon a colossal wagon within half a day\'s journey. It wasn\'t a special wagon, indicating that the occupants were likely mortals. He felt at ease; after all, handling mortals was usually much simpler than dealing with fellow cultivators!

However, the sight of the wagon left Han Cai slightly bewildered. Unusually, the wagon lacked any horses or oxen to pull it. Instead, at the front, a team of giant, powerful bisons was pulling the vehicle forward with incredible speed.

These bison were massive, with sharp horns and teeth that would send chills down anyone\'s spine, yet they seemed devoid of any Spiritual Qi, implying they were not demonic beasts by any measure. If that were the case, Han Cai wouldn\'t have dared approach the wagon.

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