The Resolute Cannon Fodder Teaching In Ancient Time

Chapter 85: Eighty-Five Treasures

Zhen Town wasn't far from Chang'an, but the distance wasn’t exactly short either. Xu Zhen rarely traveled long distances on horseback alone, and her riding skills were lacking. She wished she could fly to Zhen Town and give Little Beggar the antidote from the bottle immediately. Unfortunately, there were no airplanes in ancient times.

The spring rain pounded painfully against her eyes, making tears well up. Her mind was filled with just one plea: for Little Beggar to appear soon.

Please, I beg you.

This battle had earned Xu Zhen the antidote but had also left some people without their long-time refuge. Amidst the chaos and upheaval, after Xu Zhen left, several robed strategists emerged from the Chang'an palace. With smiles on their faces, they commanded three thousand of Chang'an's guard to place swords at the necks of the returning favorite concubine and the female lead. Chang'an was thrust into chaos once again.

Xu Zhen was unaware of these events and had no time to concern herself with them.

She traveled westward.

Half a day later, Xu Zhen reached a river and a mountain—Huai River and Mount Tai.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she reined in her horse.

This was the official road.

In these chaotic times, it was the only official road connecting Chang'an to Zhen Town. But Xu Zhen was sure Little Beggar wouldn’t come this way.

This was the place the story's female lead had once predicted Little Beggar would stab her.

Little Beggar must loathe this place and would never pass through here.

Xu Zhen paused for a moment, then changed direction, heading east.

Behind her were towering, snow-capped mountains; in front, a wide, empty road.

Since Little Beggar wouldn’t traverse the path with Huai River and Mount Tai, the entire northwest was blocked off. The only place left was Jiangling.

After all, the Qinglong Mountain Academy in Jiangling was a super-safe place in the storyline, untouched by the chaos of war. Their house in Jiangling hadn’t been sold, so Little Beggar must have hidden there.

Xu Zhen was moved by her own cleverness.

She headed straight for Jiangling. After half a day of travel, she finally arrived as night fell, exhausted and with very few merit points left.

Xu Zhen recalled the year she first transmigrated, when she didn’t know how to earn merit points and felt constantly disoriented, as if she might return to the underworld at any moment.

But even if she had to return to the underworld, she needed to find Little Beggar first.

Xu Zhen saw the stone tablet carved with "Jiangling," looking just as it had three years ago when she left by carriage, with little change.

The familiarity was comforting.

The sky darkened.

Xu Zhen walked slowly inside, noticing many familiar things, like the dogs by the roadside or the wheelbarrow always left on the street.

A night watchman was beating a gong.

Xu Zhen avoided him, carefully feeling her way along the wall to her house. It seemed untouched, with dust coating the walls and doors. She gently pushed the door open, which creaked loudly.

The house was empty.

Little Beggar hadn’t come here.

Disappointed, Xu Zhen planned to continue searching, but she was too exhausted. The dwindling merit points caused her pain, so she wiped off a wooden board in the dusty, cobweb-filled house and lay down for the night.