The Natives' Warmth

Ma Feifei never imagined that Yun Qingyang actually possessed so many Spirit Crystal!

"No wonder she always wouldn't let me look at her spatial ring, like she was guarding against a thief. Turns out she had hundreds of millions of Spirit Crystal hidden inside!" Ma Feifei exclaimed in amazement. Hundreds of millions of Spirit Crystal! If she used that to buy books in the System Shop, she could buy ten Epic-grade- quality books! She might even be able to buy a few Legendary-grade- quality books, or even a Mythic-grade- quality book!

"No, I must find a way to steal the spatial ring from her when we get out." Ma Feifei hardened her heart and made a vow.

'Call out'

'Bang'

The story continues, and Jiang Bieli successfully captures Bulbasaur.

At the same time, Jiang Bieli's body also turned into a golden light and disappeared, leaving without even a chance to say goodbye to Jiang Yibei.

As Jiang Yibei watched Jiang Bieli disappear, his brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered, "Something feels off."

'Brush'

Jiang Bieli appeared out of nowhere outside the Bookstore.

Startled, Jiang Bieli steadied himself and looked up to find all the cultivators around him staring at him. He instantly became extremely nervous, his heart pounded, his ears turned red, and he held Poké Ball in one hand and clutched the hem of his clothes with the other. For a moment, he didn't know what to do and stood there in place.

"What's wrong with everyone?" Jiang Bieli asked softly, her voice trembling, when she saw everyone staring at her silently, their faces showing confusion and surprise.

"Young man, were you teleported out directly? Have you been to any other places?" An old man in the front row asked.

Jiang Bieli shook his head and said, "No, I just caught Bulbasaur and then I was teleported out."

"It seems the guess was right," a cultivator sighed and said.

Everyone fell silent, their gazes shifting from Jiang Bieli to the projection.

Jiang Bieli looked completely bewildered, glancing around at this and that, then at the projection, at a loss for what to do.

The ratio of the world in the book to the outside world is one day: one hour.

Soon, evening arrived.

The practitioners are about to experience their first night in the world of the book.

After a day of exploration, everyone had become familiar with their surroundings and found their own places to stay.

Most cultivators who were teleported to the city fared relatively well; with a little thought and their own strength, they could find food and lodging. Cultivators in the wild, though in a more miserable state, could hunt wild game, light Courtney, and live under the open sky, which was quite a unique experience.

Of course, there are also some practitioners who refuse to lower their status and have bad tempers, and they suffer greatly in such places.

At least Ma Feifei encountered one while Fly in the clouds.

He is Zhang Wu, the deputy mayor of Dubian Town!

"How did he get in here too?" From the cloud above, Ma Feifei looked curiously at Zhang Wu was walking alone on the street.

Ma Feifei still has a pretty deep memory of this general who played the honey trap. If it weren't for him and that man in yellow robes reminding Ma Feifei that he could sell Spirit Crystal using special numbers, he probably wouldn't have finished drawing the comic yet.

However, the general's situation doesn't seem so optimistic; he's still walking the streets late at night, apparently without even finding a place to stay.

At the same time, the projection outside switched the view to Zhang Wu's perspective.

"Isn't that General Zhang Wu?" someone recognized Zhang Wu in the projection.

"I don't think I saw him just now? When did he go in?"

Although Zhang Wu was only a general and his strength was only at the Spirit King realm, he was known by many people because he also held the title of deputy mayor of Dubian Town and managed all the affairs of Dubian Town.

"But what's he doing out on the street so late at night? Has he not found a place to stay?" someone asked, puzzled.

Based on the timeline, it's around 11 PM in the book's world. In the real world, at this time, everyone would either be cultivating or Rest. Apart from a few notorious womanizers, few people would go out at this hour.

"Impossible! He's a general, after all. He should be capable. How could he not even find a place to stay after a whole day?" someone said, shaking their head.

According to this person's reasoning, those with higher social status in the real world, such as elders of a sect, government officials, or even higher-level figures, would be more outstanding than others when they come to the world of the book together, even if they start from the same point.

However, his thoughts and reality were completely opposite. The reason why Zhang Wu couldn't find a place to stay for even a day was because he couldn't lower himself to work for someone else. He felt ashamed and even refused to ask passersby for information about the basic situation of the city he was in.

As a result, Zhang Wu spent the entire day without finding a place to stay, without eating, and without knowing anything about the city.

"Look, it looks like he's going to knock on someone's door!" a cultivator shouted.

In the projection, Zhang Wu is standing at the door of a local resident's house.

Zhang Wu reached out and knocked on the door.

After a short while, the door opened.

"Crunch"

A young woman wearing pajamas emerged, with flowing red hair and slightly hazy eyes, as if she had just fallen asleep.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" The host rubbed his eyes, saw a stranger, and asked kindly.

The original inhabitants of the Pokémon world are generally kind-hearted, even the villains.

Zhang Wu looked at the woman in front of him, his eyelids twitched, and he said in a deep voice, "Could you give me something to eat?"

"Ah," the host paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course, please come in."

After saying this, the host opened the door, bent down, and politely invited him in.

Zhang Wu nodded, expressionless, and strode inside.

"How arrogant!" Some cultivators outside couldn't stand it anymore and began to mock.

"He thinks he's a general, but he doesn't even act like he's asking for help."

"Exactly, he always has that stern face, like everyone owes him something."

Zhang Wu's actions caused a minor stir among the crowd.

The story continues. The host leads Zhang Wu to the restaurant, invites Zhang Wu to sit down, and says with a smile, "It's so cold, how about I cook a bowl of noodles for our guest?"

"Hmm." Zhang Wu sat down naturally and replied in a deep voice.

"Please wait a moment, sir." The host smiled apologetically at Zhang Wu and turned to walk into the kitchen.

'Chop chop chop'

'Jingle bells'

Sounds started coming from the kitchen.

"Xiao Ying, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a male voice came from the second floor.

With the sound of footsteps, a portly man in pajamas came down from upstairs.

"Honey, we have a guest at home. He's a little hungry, so I'm cooking noodles for him in the kitchen," Xiao Ying's voice came from the kitchen.

At this moment, the man also saw Zhang Wu. Hearing Xiao Ying's words, he looked at Zhang Wu and smiled, "Oh, you're a guest. Hello."

Zhang Wu glanced at the man but said nothing.

"Uh," the man said somewhat awkwardly, but still warmly, "Judging from your attire, you must be from out of town. The weather is quite cold now, and it's easy to catch a chill. I happen to have some fine wine brewed at home; I'll bring it out for you to try and warm your stomach."

After saying that, the man turned and jogged towards the basement, treating Zhang Wu with great enthusiasm.

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