Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable

The existence of There is an antique shop is no secret to people of the Mystic Sect, or even to the state. Although the shop’s location is erratic and seems impossible to trace, it’s not truly unfindable.

As long as one holds There is an antique shop’s calling card and opens it at any place where there is a bamboo grove, one will be able to see this drifting, usually untraceable shop.

Anyone who holds the calling card of There is an antique shop can go to the shop’s owner for help whenever they encounter difficulties.

And the owners of There is an antique shop are all people of extremely great power; as long as you come to seek help, there is no problem they cannot resolve.

It’s just that every few decades or more than a hundred years, the calling card of There is an antique shop will turn black. This signifies that the shop’s owner has already died. Once it loses its owner, There is an antique shop will automatically seal itself and disappear.

At that time, no one—even those holding the calling card—can enter There is an antique shop. Only when the next owner appears will the shop undo its seal and reappear in the world.

An Ran wore a black trench coat, her long hair tied in a high ponytail. Her pretty face carried a trace of curiosity as she looked at the gleaming golden calling card in her brother An Lin’s hand.

At a glance, this calling card was clearly an antique. In ancient times, a calling card was equivalent to a modern business card, most commonly red, with a person’s name written on it.

But when An Ran first saw this calling card, it was black, and what was written on it wasn’t a person’s name, but the words There is an antique shop.

Today was the second time An Ran had seen this calling card, yet it had changed from black to this glittering gold color, while the words There is an antique shop on it had turned red instead.

If not for recognizing that extremely beautiful and distinctive handwriting, An Ran would never have connected this golden calling card with that black one.

”Brother, can you really use this calling card to find someone to save Bai Xiaogang? Is the owner of There is an antique shop really that formidable? How come I’ve never heard of this?”

”Of course you can. There is an antique shop has been sealed for a hundred and twenty years; it’s normal that you don’t know of it. If the Minister hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t know either.

There is an antique shop is a very powerful and mysterious place, and it’s not just a simple antique shop. In truth, it’s where the world’s most vicious demons are suppressed.

The owner of There is an antique shop is the guardian who can suppress all these vicious demons. Each time the shop’s owner dies, There is an antique shop seals itself to prevent the demons suppressed inside from coming out to wreak havoc.

At the same time, There is an antique shop will automatically select the next owner of the shop. Only when the new owner appears will the shop once again open its seal.

The owner of There is an antique shop can suppress so many vicious demons—their power is beyond anything you or I can imagine. Therefore, anything that you manage to entrust to There is an antique shop, there’s nothing that can’t be done.”

An Ran and An Lin both belonged to a special national regulatory department. This special regulatory department handled all kinds of inconceivable matters: hauntings, demons harming people—these all fell under its jurisdiction.

An Ran and An Lin, brother and sister, both entered the Mystic Sect as children to train in various spells, then joined the special national regulatory department to serve the country.

Although An Ran was a girl, her combat strength was extremely high. She was the captain of Battle Team One, the unit in the special regulatory department responsible for going out to fight and handling all kinds of dangerous incidents.

Her brother An Lin’s combat power was even greater. He was now the deputy minister of the special regulatory department, his strength second only to the Minister. The Xiao Gang mentioned by An Ran was her deputy, the vice-captain of Battle Team One, Bai Xiaogang.

The special regulatory department dealt exclusively with highly bizarre and dangerous affairs. You never knew when an accident might happen—and worse, once something did go wrong, you might not even be able to find a corpse.

Bai Xiaogang was An Ran’s junior fellow disciple and had pretty decent combat strength. Half a month ago, he went out to handle a large-scale population disappearance case, but after leaving he went seven or eight days without any word.

It wasn’t until five days ago that Bai Xiaogang finally sent back a message, but it consisted of only two simple words: Save me! After that, Bai Xiaogang never sent another message.

An Ran and An Lin mobilized all idle personnel in the special regulatory department to search continuously for five days, yet they couldn’t even find a trace. Everyone was extremely anxious, worried that Bai Xiaogang had met with misfortune.

While An Ran was consumed with anxiety, An Lin suddenly dragged her to see the Minister, requesting that the secret vault be opened so they could retrieve the calling card of There is an antique shop.

At the time, although Minister Ding Yudong agreed to open the secret vault, he wasn’t optimistic about An Lin’s idea: ”I know what you’re thinking.

But There is an antique shop hasn’t had an owner for more than a hundred years. We checked the calling card the last time we opened the secret vault only two years ago—the odds that the shop’s owner has appeared are far too low.”

An Lin’s eyes were full of bloodshot veins from sleeplessness. He sighed and said, ”I’m out of options too. We simply can’t find him. I can’t just stand by and watch someone die. Let’s take a chance.”

The secret vault was opened on the mindset of ”let’s just try our luck,” but who would have thought their luck would be this good—the calling card had actually turned gold.

Now, holding the calling card, An Lin and An Ran went out to look for the nearest park, where there was a large bamboo grove.

The driver sped the car along and soon dropped An Lin and An Ran off at the park entrance. An Lin got out, pulled An Ran along, and headed straight for the bamboo grove in the southwest corner of the park.

This bamboo grove covered a sizable area, and within it ran a winding stone path. An Lin led An Ran along the path into the grove, found a spot where no one was around, and took the calling card from his coat.

As soon as the calling card was taken out, it automatically floated up into midair. The red characters on the card refracted streaks of red light, which converged in the air into the five large characters: There is an antique shop.

With the appearance of the words There is an antique shop, a classical, antique pavilion emerged like an ink-wash landscape painting—first revealing a corner of the building, then slowly unfolding its entire form.

It was an ancient structure whose exterior was both imposing and exquisitely detailed. Hanging on the pavilion was a nanmu plaque inlaid with gold threads, bearing the four characters: There is an antique shop.

Once the pavilion appeared, its main doors opened automatically, and the calling card in midair dropped back into An Lin’s hand. An Ran and An Lin exchanged a glance, then stepped forward together, crossing the threshold into the shop.

”Welcome, honored guests who hold the calling card. I wonder what I can do for the two of you.” Accompanied by a somewhat cool voice, Feng Shuangshuang appeared before An Ran and An Lin.

Today Feng Shuangshuang was wearing a sapphire-blue qipao, with bright blue silk thread embroidering subtle patterns along the cuffs, collar, and the slit-edged hem.

From the qipao’s neckline down to the hem ran a row of frog buttons formed with red thread in the shape of Manjushaka blossoms, and vivid, lifelike Manjushaka motifs were also embroidered around the hem.