Before transmigrating, An Ning had been a wealthy heiress and an only child. Her parents had died in a plane crash while returning from a business trip to the U.S.
After handling her parents’ funeral arrangements, she stayed in the villa, sorting through their belongings. As she did, tears kept falling.
In her father’s safe, she found his favorite jade pendant. He often took it out to play with it, telling her it was the family heirloom of the An family.
When she got married, he had given this pendant to her as part of her dowry. Now holding it again, memories of her parents brought tears to her eyes. A few of these tears fell onto the jade pendant—and unexpectedly activated a storage space.
Being a fan of novels herself, she knew that when characters unexpectedly obtained a space, it usually meant either transmigration or a post-apocalyptic scenario.
She thought, since she wasn’t going to manage the family business anyway, instead of letting it collapse from mismanagement, it would be better to convert everything into cash, use it to stockpile supplies, and store them in her space.
So she liquidated her parents’ listed company, all their real estate, and even her own properties she had accumulated over the years.
The total came to over 60 billion yuan. How was there so much? Her grandfather had bought two plots of land in Guangcheng at the start of China’s Reform and Opening. Those two plots later became two streets.
Even with her urgent selling and offering a small discount to buyers, she still cashed out over 60 billion yuan.
Then she traveled all over, stockpiling supplies: clothing, food, housing, transportation—everything she could get. She even bought two mobile rooms and two enormous RVs, all stored in the storage space.
Of course, she hoarded mostly food: rice, flour, grains, oil, beans, snacks. Fearing she might transmigrate to some strange place, she even emptied her seed company.
She went further, buying at least two trees of every type of fruit available in the market, both northern and southern varieties, and stored them in her space. With preservation in the space, she didn’t worry about the seedlings spoiling.
Then, on a whim, she bought hundreds of household items from the 1960s and 1970s—200 sets of the classic “three-turn one-ring” devices. She also purchased suitable fabrics of the era, cotton, Huoli shoes, rain boots, raincoats, and hoarded lots of medicine: common cold remedies, pneumonia treatments, and heart disease relief medicines—she bought piles of them.
By the end, she had spent almost 50 billion yuan. She still had over 10 billion left in her hands, of which she secretly donated 1 billion to charity.
Next, she converted 5 billion into gold, and used the remaining 5 billion to buy jewelry, top-grade jade, and other treasures, storing them all in her space.
Finally, she kept a few billion as a contingency. If she didn’t transmigrate or end up in a post-apocalyptic world, these few billion plus the supplies in her space would allow her to live comfortably.
Thinking of this, she glanced at Tuanzi, and then remembered the cruel things the Jiang family had done in the book.
She decided she would plunder the Jiang family’s treasure and move it all into her space. She knew that inside this house, there wasn’t much of value.
The Jiang family, once bitten, were cautious ever since. Before policies were clear, they never flaunted wealth.
Now, the Jiang family’s main assets were all on Phoenix Mountain—their ancestral land, where generations of the Jiang family were buried.
But if you think the treasure is hidden in the graves, you’re wrong. The Jiang family’s valuables weren’t in the tombs—they were kept in the yard of the tomb guardians.
Technically, they weren’t tomb guardians, just distant relatives taking care of the ancestral home.
Four people lived there: two sons of the Jiang family were placed in city factories with secure jobs. Now, only the elderly couple remained. Only the family head knew about the treasure; even the old woman had no idea a treasure lay behind her house.
An Ning planned to claim the treasure. Without those valuables, how would the villainess heroine fare? Stirring up trouble, she thought.
Ideally, the other big fool would also secure their family’s assets, so they wouldn’t fall into the hands of that cruel heroine.
An Ning decided to act tonight. Phoenix Mountain wasn’t far—a little over an hour’s drive to the north of Hu city.
She stored all the family’s cars in her space—over ten vehicles, mostly her father’s favorites. Their usual cars were Maybachs and BMWs, and occasionally her father drove a Land Rover.
Now, all those cars were in her storage space. Considering the road conditions outside, she took out a beat-up Land Rover instead.
Tuanzi stood in front of the Land Rover, waving his paw. Ahead, a road appeared, like a path in a video game. Only in the game, it was asphalt; outside, it was muddy.
At first, An Ning wasn’t used to driving like this, but soon it felt like playing a game—thrilling—and she couldn’t help speeding up.
The Land Rover had no trouble at all. After just an hour, she reached Phoenix Mountain, on a road next to the Jiang ancestral home.
Looking around, everything was pitch black—no one in sight. She slipped out of the space.
She hadn’t been to this house before; she only knew it from detailed descriptions in the book, which made it easy to locate.
As she sneaked closer, she saw two dogs in the yard. They had already sensed a stranger and were about to bark. She had Yun Duo fetch two roast chickens from the space, sprinkling them with a mild sedative.
Once ready, she tossed the chickens in front of the dogs. The scent of meat immediately stopped them from barking. What’s more important than eating?
Nothing. People are always short on meat, and so are animals—they’d be lucky to gnaw a bone.
Seeing the roast chickens, the big dogs recognized a friend and ate quietly. Finished, they curled up and slept.
An Ning tiptoed into the elderly couple’s room. Fearing they might wake easily, she placed a prepared, seasoned handkerchief in front of them, waving it slightly.
Their snores grew louder and deeper—they slept soundly.
Following the book’s description, Jiang Yun Duo located the cave storing miscellaneous items: farming tools and firewood.
An Ning stepped forward, standing in front of a pile of firewood. According to the description, there was a stone beside the cave entrance. Pressing it would reveal the cave below—where the Jiang family’s generational treasures were kept.
An Ning pressed the stone without hesitation, and it sank slightly.
Simultaneously, a door quietly appeared three meters down, just wide enough for a person to pass through. Inside, it was pitch black.