When a Rich Me Meets a Broke Sword-Cultivator Senior Brother

Jiang Li transmigrated. Well, if she had to transmigrate, so be it. She had no one in the modern world she was particularly attached to anyway.

She, Jiang Li, had gone from being an orphan to becoming a world-class CEO, so she could handle something like transmigration.

Besides, apart from nine stacks of documents handed down by the ruthless, bloodsucking capitalists of the modern world, she had nothing to lose.

Whatever. Let this world end. She was tired.

A life was a life, wherever you lived it, right?

But why couldn’t she transmigrate into a human being?

Someone with arms and legs?

Had she committed sins in her previous life?

Was she condemned to be a beast in this one?

Jiang Li stared at her paws, unable to tell what sort of creature she was.

As she wondered what she might be, she spotted a will-o’-the-wisp glowing green in front of her.

“Ahhhhh! A ghost!” She took off running, and she was surprisingly fast. But then she crashed into something hard. What now? Could it be the Ghost King?

“Ding! System activated. Ding! Binding successful. Ding! The Myriad Worlds’ Richest System is online. As long as you stay beside the person in front of you, you’ll continuously produce spirit stones.”

The System’s explanation was hardly necessary. After Jiang Li crashed into the person’s arms, she clearly saw notifications pop up in front of her, each announcing another spirit stone added.

Then she could feel it: spirit stones were really dropping one by one inside her sea of consciousness.

Just like a mermaid dropping little pearls. Who said this world was awful? This world was amazing!

Bad news: she had transmigrated. Good news: she had brought her assets with her.

“Huh, a little rabbit that can talk but is scared of ghosts.” His voice carried the air of someone who had found a rare treasure.

That was how they first met.