Chapter 2: Qiankun Bag

It was a very old cloth bag, and one corner was worn out. It was about half the size of a palm, tied shut with an old hemp rope.

One side of the bag was painted with strange symbols, and the other side had three characters written on it: Qiankun Bag.

(T/N: A Qiankun bag (乾坤袋, Qiánkūn dài) is a pouch able to hold more than it appears to be able to carry. It is used by cultivators to carry large items.)

Lin Ran had been picking things up from the trash can for the past half year; every once in a while, some things would appear in the trash can, but they were mostly useless items. Most of them were empty bottles, crumpled pieces of paper with a few words written on them, and the like.

This thing, however, was the first time she had seen it.

Lin Ran held the Qiankun Bag in her hand and observed it carefully.

Qiankun encompasses the meaning of everything in the universe. This bag, named Qiankun Bag, seemed to be extraordinary.

Qiankun, the universe… How was it described in mythology?

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However, the Qiankun bag had a hole in it. Lin Ran thought of sewing it with a needle, but it proved to be futile.

Because of this hole, there was a certain probability of picking the wrong thing. For example, she wanted to take a teacup but found a shoe in her hand out of nowhere. Moreover, this probability was not small; after testing hundreds of times, she found it to be around one-fifth.

Fortunately, the wrongly picked items were of similar volume, so she didn’t have to worry about a box popping out and breaking her hand.

After all, things thrown into the trash can wouldn’t be brand new; they would mostly be discarded when they reached a certain degree of damage.

But for an ordinary person like her, this was already a rare treasure.

For convenience, she stuffed the Qiankun Bag into a decorative, hollow heart-shaped pendant, leaving the rope outside and turning it into a bracelet. The shape of the bag didn’t affect its use; only the rope had the function of controlling the switch.

Lin Ran put some things into the Qiankun Bag, including the trash can. The weight of the bag did not change at all; it was still light and floating.

The space inside the Qiankun Bag was very stable, unaffected by external movements, and there was no worry about things falling out.

Legendary immortals could seemingly create things out of thin air, perhaps because they possessed such magical tools?

However, for someone like Lin Ran living on a deserted island, this magical tool didn’t have much use. It just made it more convenient to retrieve things without running around.

Life on the island made it easy to forget the date. One day, while fishing, Lin Ran glanced at the time on her phone and realized she had been living on the island for three years.

Although there was no signal, as long as the phone wasn’t turned off, it faithfully recorded the passage of time.

There was still plenty of food, but most of it had expired. If she didn’t go back soon, she would have to eat expired food.

She sighed as she looked at the volcano behind her, waved goodbye towards the volcano, and untied the boat.

Returning!

Lin Ran’s boat had professional navigation equipment, and after sailing a distance at sea, she picked up a signal and followed its guidance back home.

After sailing for about half a year, her boat finally docked in the port.

Before disembarking, she packed some useful items into the Qiankun Bag, changed into a casual clothes, didn’t bother with makeup, and left directly.

She simply washed her face; she wasn’t sure if she looked unpleasant now. There was no mirror on the boat, deliberately removed before she set sail because she didn’t want to see herself looking haggard in her final moments.

She needed to find a place to sell the boat, even if it was just scrap metal. But this boat weighed over ten tons; selling it as scrap metal could still fetch tens of thousands, which was crucial for her at the moment.

After all, a few hundred wouldn’t be enough to survive.

As soon as she disembarked, Lin Ran felt that the way people looked at her was noticeably strange, with many people turning to stare at her. Could it be that these people still remember those dark secrets about her?

No way? She’s just a third-rate celebrity. It’s been three years; can’t these people look at someone else’s scandals?

She decided to glare back at a girl who was sneakily looking at her, her gaze filled with a provoking meaning.

After the girl stared blankly for a few seconds, her face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head, embarrassedly smiled, and quickly ran away.

Lin Ran: “???”

Why is your face turning red like a hammer!

Lin Ran felt she needed to buy a mask. There was a daily necessities store on the roadside; they should have masks.

She walked into the store, a small individual shop where the owner was a young guy. As soon as he saw Lin Ran, he couldn’t help but blush and stutter, “Beautiful… what do you want to buy?”

“Masks, the cheapest ones,” Lin Ran said, took out her phone, and opened the payment interface. “How much?”

When she heard her own voice, she was momentarily stunned. She didn’t expect her voice to become so pleasant, crisp, and ear-pleasing. It sounded very comfortable.

The phone had never run out of credit, and although the style was outdated, it still worked.

The young guy took a beautifully packaged mask from the shelf and handed it to Lin Ran.

Lin Ran frowned slightly. “Just the cheapest one will do.”

The young guy blushed and said, “I… I’ll give it to you; there’s no need for money.”

Lin Ran furrowed her brows even more, defensively taking a step back. “No money… then what do you want?”

The young guy quickly waved his hands. “Nothing… I just want to give it to you. It’s not worth much anyway. You… you often encounter this kind of thing, right?”

“Huh?” Lin Ran was puzzled.

Her gaze unintentionally swept to the mirror in the store, and her eyes widened instantly.

Her skin condition was completely like that of a newborn baby—fair and delicate. Her skin used to be somewhat dark, and its condition wasn’t great; she needed to apply thick makeup for photoshoots. But now, this state was something no amount of makeup could compare to.

There were also obvious changes in her facial features, most notably her eyes, which had become larger and more spirited. Even her eyelashes had become denser and longer, like a fairy. Her lips were a deep red and moist, even more beautiful than when she meticulously applied layers of lipstick.

She hadn’t put on makeup, but she looked like a goddess who had descended from the heavens, almost mesmerizing herself.

With these changes, she was practically a different person than before. If she could have been considered a beauty before, now she is undoubtedly a goddess.

Could this also be the effect of the Nine Resurrections Pill? Is it not just for resurrection?

She thought for a while, and the explanation she could come up with was that this pill wasn’t as simple as “resurrection”; it completely reshaped her body. Otherwise, how could you explain reviving the dead? The organs of the deceased were all failing and necrotic; they lacked the ability to “reshape,” so it was impossible to bring them back to life with fully restored organs. And this kind of “reshaping” seemed to be done in the best possible state.

She recalled that the Nine Resurrections Pill seemed to be something from the Supreme Venerable Sovereign. Was the trash can the Supreme Venerable Sovereign’s? 

She began to understand why passersby were staring at her.

She blinked suddenly, smiled gently at the young guy, took the mask, and said, “Thanks!”

The young guy’s face turned even redder. “No… no need to thank me. Seeing such a beautiful girl like you, my mood will be good for a day… no, for a month.”

Lin Ran put on the mask, walked out of the store, turned back, and waved goodbye to the young guy.

The young guy’s face turned as red as a ripe lobster. Even after Lin Ran’s figure disappeared, he still hadn’t recovered.

Lin Ran put on the mask and walked towards a street to the west.

She walked with a breeze, feeling no fatigue at all. After half an hour, she arrived at a shop named “Old Yu Ship Repair.”

As soon as she entered, a middle-aged man greeted her with a smile. He held a bottle of wine in his hand, deliberately leaning against the counter. “Hello, beautiful, do you want to have a cup of coffee together?”

Lin Ran rolled her eyes and said, “Uncle Yu, it’s me, Ah Ran.” 

Old Yu stayed in place, widened his eyes, and stared at Lin Ran’s face for a long time. “You… are Ah Ran? I can’t recognize you at all… You’re actually not dead?”

Lin Ran crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. “Can’t you wish me well for once?” 

Old Yu waved his hand, gesturing for Lin Ran to sit on the sofa, and got a bottle of water from the refrigerator. He lit a cigarette and sighed. “As long as you’re alive, I thought I’d never see you again.”

He pointed to a corner of the room and said, “Look, the memorial tablet is ready for you.”

Lin Ran turned her head and indeed saw a wooden memorial tablet on the table in the corner, with “Memorial Tablet for Lin Ran” written on it.

Her face darkened. “Hehe, thank you so much.” 

Old Yu glanced at Lin Ran again, somewhat suspicious of his own eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to be at sea? Did you happen to go to Country H for plastic surgery? How much does that cost? Have you been getting plastic surgery all these years?” 

Lin Ran touched her own face, raised an eyebrow, and said with a smile, “You might not believe it when I say it, but I found a divine pill. After taking it, my illness got better, I became energetic, and even my skin became exceptionally good. Isn’t it magical?”