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Looking at the neatly arranged supplies, Bai Nuoli’s heart blossomed with joy. “Phew, good thing the space is fully stocked! If I had to buy all this myself, my pockets would be emptier than my face! I’m really too lucky!”
Seeing that Bai Nuoli didn’t respond, Fugui continued, “Clothing includes both ready-made garments and raw fabrics. There’s moisture-absorbing, breathable linen; soft and versatile cotton for casual wear, underwear, and shirts; glossy and lightweight silk; as well as wool and cashmere.
There are countless colors: rose red, pink, light green, pale yellow, gray, white, black, lilac, sky blue, and even floral patterns like white flowers on a pink base, yellow flowers on white, and more. Roughly estimating, each type and each color has about 30,000 bolts, with each bolt being 30 meters long.”
Bai Nuoli glanced at Fugui and asked, “I don’t quite understand. They prepared so many things—why didn’t they use them? How did everything end up in my hands? It doesn’t feel real.”
Fugui explained, “They did use them. The main issue is that this is the Master Space. Previously, everything they stored was in subspaces, but anything stored in a subspace was automatically copied into the Master Space. However, paintings and calligraphy weren’t duplicated due to their authenticity—imagine if two identical original masterpieces appeared in the world!”
“The most important thing is jewelry and gold bars. Whether collected before or after their transmigrations, these items were too heavy and took up too much space. Most of them were never taken out. When a person dies, their subspace gets absorbed into the Master Space, so all their belongings end up here.”
Bai Nuoli nodded in understanding. “I see. Alright, continue.”
Fugui went on, “The second part of the Storage Space consists of supplies brought in by people who died unexpectedly or unnaturally due to changes in spatial magnetic fields. For example, look at those two parallel corridors—there are small breakfast stalls, entire hospitals, and even shopping malls as tall as twenty stories.”
“The last section contains treasures and gold, all stored on the far right. See those rows of chests? Two-fifths of them contain gold—gold bricks, small and large ingots, gold bars, even gold melon seeds and peanut-shaped gold nuggets. One-fifth holds decorative items, such as porcelain. Another fifth is jade, including uncut raw jade. The remaining portion is split between calligraphy tools like brushes and inkstones, and a collection of paintings and calligraphy scrolls.”
Bai Nuoli, who prided herself on her adaptability, was utterly stunned. If she had a couple of months to take it all in, that would be one thing—but there wasn’t even a minute left outside, meaning she had less than an hour inside the space. The pressure was immense!
If the past owners of the smaller spaces knew what she was thinking, they would probably vomit blood—We worked tirelessly just to collect more resources, and you’re complaining about having too much?!
Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Bai Nuoli decided to let Fugui keep talking—it helped distract her from the nervousness of her imminent transmigration.
“The Spiritual Spring Space contains a powerful waterfall-fed spring that flows through various river channels. It also has countless fertile fields—not just thousands or tens of thousands of acres, but truly limitless land. The space is divided into different sections.
The first section is dedicated to growing grains and vegetables. Look at that golden rice field—when the evening breeze sweeps across, the rice stalks sway like rolling waves of gold, making it feel like you’re standing in an endless sea of harvest. Every grain is full and plump.”
“The second section is for fruit. Regardless of season or region, everything grows beautifully here. Look over there at the watermelon patch—don’t those watermelons look like chubby little babies nestled in their vine mother’s embrace? The setting sun bathes them in a golden glow, coaxing them into a peaceful slumber.”