Transmigrated Scoundrel's Exchange System-Novel

Three months passed

Han Cai would start his day early, rising with the first light of dawn. He would begin by practicing his sword technique, moving through the forms with precision and grace. As the sun rose higher in the sky, he would shift his focus to his cultivation technique, the Celestial Ascension Technique. He would sit in meditation, visualizing the flow of Qi within his body and working to refine it further.

As the day went on, he would take breaks to explore the surrounding area, marveling at the beauty of the autumn landscape. He would often be found sitting on a rock outcropping, looking out at the distant mountains, lost in thought. In the evening, he would return to his cave abode and continue his cultivation, focusing on honing his skills and techniques.

During this time, Han Cai made steady progress in his cultivation. He successfully cultivated the Celestial Ascension Technique to level 4 and his sword technique to level 2. If he burst all his Qi in one attack, he could injure a core condensation level cultivator. He did not have much of exchange points left after upgrading the two, but it was just enough to upgrade a skill. Han Cai decided to upgrade the escape technique to level two now he could escape through the water.

Today, Han Cai sat on his terrace, sipping his tea and enjoying the view of the serene landscape in front of him. As he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he felt a strange sensation that someone was near him. He quickly opened his eyes and looked around, but there was no one there.

Just then, a person materialized out of nowhere behind him. The person was dressed in all black, covered from head to toe. He looked as if he was not a person but a shadow.

Before Han Cai could turn around to see who the person was, the shadow gently tapped the back of Han Cai's neck, and Han Cai lost consciousness. The shadow held Han Cai in his arms, and they both disappeared from the abode.

Han Cai slowly regained consciousness, he realized that he was in a different place. He was no longer in his abode but instead was sitting in a chair on a street corner of some city. Looking around, he saw that he was in the midst of a crowded and dirty street, surrounded by rundown buildings and poverty-stricken people.

The street was narrow and littered with garbage, and the air was thick with the stench of sewage and rotting food. The buildings were dilapidated, with cracked walls and boarded-up windows. People were everywhere, walking aimlessly or huddled together in groups, and many of them were dressed in ragged, tattered clothing.

Sitting beside him was an old man, smoking a cigarette and watching the passersby with a disinterested expression. He was dressed in shabby clothes, and his face was lined with wrinkles that spoke of a long and difficult life.

Han Cai noticed that he, too, was now dressed in similarly poor and rugged clothing, and his face was covered in some kind of paste that made him look dark and impoverished. He felt a sense of disorientation.

As he looked around, he saw people who were sick, injured, or hungry, and he could sense the desperation and hopelessness that pervaded this place.

Old Man noticed Han Cai wake up, and He spoke, " Don't worry. You won't get hurt. I am on a mission for dark hall. Just follow me around and watch."

Suddenly the old man got up and started walking. He gestured for Han Cai to follow him, and Han Cai followed behind quietly. Han Cai did not know who this old man was, but this guy was not simple. He must be some pro assassin or spy of the dark hall.

Following the old man, Han Cai walked through the poor street they were in. The air was filled with the stench of garbage and sewage, and the sound of rats scurrying in the alleyways made his skin crawl. He saw the faces of the people he passed, and they were all filled with misery and pain. There was an old woman huddled in a doorway, her eyes sunken and her skin stretched tightly over her bones. A young girl with matted hair begged for coins on the street corner, her hands shaking and her clothes ragged.

As They walked deeper into the poor area, they heard a commotion up ahead. When they arrived at the scene, they saw a man lying motionless on the ground. His body contorted in pain. Blood flowed from his chest, and a group of people surrounded him, screaming and shouting.

Han Cai watched as a young man, no older than himself, staggered away from the scene, a knife in one hand and some food in another hand. His eyes were wild, and his breathing was ragged as he ran off into the distance. The crowd dispersed, leaving the dying man alone on the ground.

The scene reminded Han Cai of the character of Raskolnikov in "Crime and Punishment," who was driven to murder because of his desperation and poverty. Han Cai saw the same desperation in the eyes of the young man who had just taken a life. He realized that poverty and desperation could drive even the best of people to do unthinkable things.

For some reason, Han Cai did not feel sympathy for the man or disgust toward the boy. The situation was obvious. The man tried to snatch the food from the boy, and the boy tore him a new hole. He shook his head. It did not mean the man was in the wrong. Say if it was Han Cai who was desperately hungry, what would he have done? He may have tried to snatch food from the kid too. And Kid had the right to defend and fight the man to protect himself and his food. Han Cai was reminded of the quote, "There Are No Bad People, Just Bad Circumstances."

This was a f**ked up thing to see in the street when he should be sitting in his abode enjoying Jacuzzi in peace. In his mind, he was cursing all the generations of Palpatine.

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