August, Imperial Capital of Jingcheng.
In the most luxurious villa, a stunning girl seemed trapped in a nightmare.
She mumbled over and over, “Don’t hit me, don’t hit me! I’ll behave, I’ll be good…”
Su Muxue’s eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief.
That dream was too real. What was going on? Could it be…?
She sat on the bed for a long, long time. Was she going to transmigrate? Otherwise, why would she have such a vivid dream?
She dreamed she had returned to the 1970s, a time when food was scarce, clothes were thin, and everything—from rice to soap—needed ration tickets.
Heavens, are you kidding me? No way. No way!
She was living perfectly fine here—why force her to transmigrate? Where was her golden finger? Her space? Her system?
Nothing. Not a single cheat. And she was supposed to transmigrate like this? To hell with that.
Sigh…
Not wanting to think anymore, Su Muxue got up to wash her face. After freshening up, she sat in the enormous living room, absentmindedly picked up a fruit knife, and began to peel fruit.
Still distracted by her dream, she accidentally cut her finger. Just her luck.
A drop of blood landed on the bracelet she wore, and suddenly—a flash of bright light.
The world shifted in an instant. She found herself in an entirely different place. Could this be the legendary pocket dimension?
Was she really going to transmigrate?
Su Muxue looked around, stunned. There was an actual mansion here—electricity, air conditioning, a kitchen, everything.
There was even a garage filled with all kinds of vehicles, a training ground, a swimming pool, sports courts, a ranch…
And beyond it, endless fertile black soil, planted with vegetables, fruit trees, rice fields, herbs—everything one could imagine.
Wow. This place was way too comfortable. Her body suddenly felt lighter, her mind refreshed.
There was even a large pond shimmering with spiritual energy. Could this be the mythical spirit spring she’d only read about in novels? She never dreamed she’d have one herself.
Scooping a cup of spring water and drinking it, she immediately felt her body heal, her skin becoming smooth and flawless.
She explored every corner of the space.
Whether she transmigrated or not didn’t matter now. Since she had this space, she needed to stock up first. If she really landed in the seventies, she refused to starve.
Just as she was about to write a list of supplies to hoard, a childish voice sounded behind her.
“Wakaka~ Master, you’re finally here! I’ve waited for sooo long! I missed you!”
Su Muxue spun around and saw a small dog curled up in a dog bed in the corner.
She squatted down and patted its head. “Little dog, was that you talking? Did I hear wrong? Aren’t you just… a dog? You can talk?!”
The puppy puffed up proudly. “Hmph! Who else could it be? I’m the spatial spirit, of course I can talk. I’m not some ordinary mutt.”
“Those dogs aren’t even worthy of my paw. I could crush them like ants.”
“…Heh.”
“What’s your name?” Su Muxue asked. “I can’t call you ‘little dog’ forever. How long have you been here? Can you introduce the space to me?”
“Master, why don’t you give me a name? Your blood awakened this dimension, so you are my master.”
“Before awakening, I was asleep for ages. Your blood on the bracelet broke the seal.”
“This space was left behind thousands of years ago by an immortal cultivator upon his death. He set up restrictions—only one fated person’s blood could unlock it.”
“This place contains weapons, cultivation manuals, spirit pills… Don’t be fooled by their appearance. Even if someone is gravely injured—dying even—one pill is enough to restore them.”
Su Muxue stared. Pills that miraculous? Was this dog exaggerating?
Well, she’d have plenty of time to verify.
“I’ll call you Pudding, then. Is that okay? And stop calling me ‘Master.’ It’s awkward. Call me Sister.”
“Yes! Yes!!” The puppy’s tail wagged furiously. “I have a name! Sister, I love it!”
Su Muxue smiled. “If I suddenly awakened this space… does that mean I’m really going to transmigrate?”
Pudding immediately stiffened. “Sister, I can’t answer that. Just follow what you saw in your dream.”
“…Fine. I’ll leave it to fate.”
After dressing up, Su Muxue prepared to head out.
Before leaving, she called her manager and instructed him to sell all her shares and villas.
Manager Liu was stunned. Thank goodness it was her private line—if not, he’d think it was a scam. But since the boss herself said so, he could only obey.
Taking her purse and keys, Su Muxue drove straight to the wholesale market—and bought everything.
Vendors watched in awe. The owner, upon hearing she wanted the entire market’s stock, practically strutted like a peacock. He’d never seen such a generous client.
Good thing she had prepared excuses; otherwise buying so much at once would cause a sensation.
She paid a deposit and would pay the rest when the deliveries arrived.
Food, daily necessities, clothing—everything needed to be ready.
If she really ended up in the 1970s, clothes from this era would be priceless. She remembered nearby stores that sold vintage fabric, sewing machines, bicycles…
At the shop, the owner sat in despair. His goods were hopelessly outdated; no one wanted them.
Just then, a beautiful young woman walked in. He instantly perked up.
“Miss, what are you looking for?”
Su Muxue said calmly, “Boss, pack everything here and deliver it to the address on this slip.”
He froze. Had he heard that right? She wanted everything?
He must be dreaming. Moments ago he thought he’d never sell these items again, and suddenly a heavenly customer appeared.