What is worse than being a weak homeless man in a world where having a lot might makes you right?
Simple answer to that.
Can't speak the native language.
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A man with long shaggy black hair, who had a scruffy beard, and basically normal-like appearance. That is until you take in account of this middle-age man's clothing which was worn out from overuse.
This man was named Yang Chen.
When he first came to this world, he was surprised of his new body. A body that felt it was dying and starving like no other.
He was on the dirt ground and with dirty clothes.
Yang Chen lost his sense of time.
He first ran into the forest to eat herbs, but his body keep barfing them back out no matter how many times he stuffed them down his throat. And his body was even in more pain. So eventually he went back to the nearest sign of civilizations and ended up on a stone-filled street.
His body then collapsed and he felt like he had no stamina to move.
He did what anyone would do in his situation on a street.
He beg like a beggar and lay down flat on a stone-filled street.
"I need help. Please help... Help..." Yang Chen begged until his throat tired out.
The street passerbys simply ignored him. Once people got near him and heard what he said. The men and women immediately quickly move away from him. Children ran in fear of him.
Yang Chen thought if speaking doesn't work, then writing must work.
Yang Chen forced his right hand to scraped the ground. The skin on his fingers tear and blood was bleeding out of them. Leaving bloodstain words on the ground.
Yang Chen thought with his past life's knowledge, that an act of desperation will show how pathetic Yang Chen was. And maybe these people would pity him and gave him charity.
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The reason why these people fear him? Because Yang Chen was speaking in English.
Mostly any villagers know their legends and scary stories about cultivators. There are only good and evil cultivators. Good cultivators would save mortals, while evil cultivators would slaughter them for power. These stories would be told to their kids and grandkids. Even the villager's adults were told of this story when young.
That's why reputation was important for Orthodox Sects. If Orthodox Sects were to have bad reputation or evil and vile reputation, then mortal humans were always run in fear from them. If these people fear them, then how would they get new potential cultivators then.
These mortals were fearful of demon or evil cultivators who refine human's lives into their power. Just these mortal humans listening to Yang Chen speaking in English was horrifying and mysterious.
Most of these villagers assume that Yang Chen was a evil cultivator who was going to refine them all with his spell incantations.
Worst of all, is when this evil cultivator begin to marking in the ground with symbols with his own blood.
The villager's mens had already convinced the villager leader to ask help from a nearby sect to help repell and relinquish this fiend that had appeared in the village today.
The Village Leader had already sent out his fastest man on a horse to travel a nearby Orthodox Sect to save their village from peril.
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Hours later.
A white-robed man with a hood on riding a small paper ship came to this village and introduced himself to the village leader.
"Are you one who said that that a evil cultivator is here?" The white-robed man asked.
"Yes, yes. My esteemed lord, I graciously thank you for using for time to help assist us in our time of crisis." Village Leader went on his knees and started praising him. "Oh great mighty hero, the peerless star that shined the most in the sky. Please help stop this villain from destroying this village. We have too many families and homes here."
"No need for praises. My humble name is Gu Song. My hometown is a village just like this one. Do not worry, I will exterminate this evil on my own." Gu Song said while patting his chest with his right arm.
"My thanks. Please do so." The Village leader said.
Gu Song nodded and begins to head to the street where most of the villagers were avoiding.
Each footstep he took was radiated with confindence bringing hope to the villagers' minds who were watching Gu Song's movements.
Of course the villagers move away to a fairly safe distance, because a battle between cultivators could easily slaughter mortals as collateral damage.
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His face looks relatively calm and steady. But in truth within his mind, he was riddled with fear.
Gu Song was only just a 2nd Rank Houtian. A mere cut above the 1st Rank Houtian. He had yet to become a true cultivator, he could only release miniscule amount of spiritual energy from his body.
His spirit tool, Paper boat, was a mere in training item given to some outer members of a 4th-Rate Sect named Water Waving Sect.
Gu Song saw the village horse rider coming by and came to interrupt him. Afte all seeing that man was in a panic meant that something important was happening.
So Gu Song had simply "coincidentally" had encountered this horse-riding man while riding his own spirit tool.
Gu Song had only came here to make a name for himself in the Sect. But now that he is here, he had realized what terrible mistake he had made just now.
He was only 1 stage above mortals, while this evil cultivator could be 3 stages above him!
Gu Song couldn't just abandon the villagers, because he too was once a villager. Maybe violence doesn't have to happen. Gu Song thought that he needed to bribe this evil cultivator.
Gu Song took a deep breath and immediately walk to where the evil cultivator was laying down.
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When Yang Chen saw this white robed man with a hood. Yang Chen thought that this white robed man was a wealthy noble.
"Please, my esteem senior. May you spare this village out of your mercy. I will gave you not only my mortal wealth, but my immortal treasures as well" Gu Song spoke. But it was to no avail since Yang Chen couldn't understand him.
Gu Song then throw two bags of wealth to the ground near Yang Chen.
Yang Chen noticed how his words had a gentle tone. Yang Chen had assumed that Gu Song was offering him some wealth. Yang Chen didn't grab the bags, rather he simply coldly stared at Gu Song. Because this might be a scam to bring up Yang Chen's false hopes just to crush it in front of him.
Yang Chen in his past life had read xianxia novels before and he knew how dickish arrogant young masters and nobles could be.
Gu Song noticed this villainous cold stare from this evil cultivator. His back was sweating quite a bit. Gu Song thought, 'His cultivation is no doubt greater than mine. With this man's spiritual energy, he could simply detect the items in the bag. Then he easily dismiss them as garbage in his eyes. Is he of a Xiantian Stage or of a Core Formation Stage? Either one has the power to simply cripple and destroy me in just a handwave!'
Then Gu Song noticed blood stained on the grounds. To Gu Song, it looks like some sort formation-array. No doubt about it, that this evil cultivator is at least Xiantian Stage at the very least.
"Please do as you wish to me. But please don't kill the villagers." Gu Song went on knees, his pants was full of piss. His hands went into a bowing position.
When Yang Chen saw this scene, he was stunned. Yang Chen didn't notice this piss. But he didn't expect the noble to be so generous and devoted to serving charity.
Yang Chen walked towards Gu Song and have his hands touching his hood.
Gu Song was surprised by this actions. Perphaps this evil cultivator wanted to see his face.
Yang Chen took off the hood. Gu Song's face was revealed to Yang Chen.
Gu Song looks like he was a young teen at 16-years old.
Gu Song thought to himself, 'Is this man trying to see who I descend from?! So that he can know my background and if my background is too weak, he would simply slaughter me on the spot.'
Gu Song could only begged and hoped to whatever god out there that he wouldn't die this day.
"Good man." Yang Chen only smiled and said to him in English.
Gu Song couldn't understand whether what Yang Chen said was a evil curse or a blessing.
Yang Chen pulled him up to make him stand. Then Yang Chen patted on Gu Song's shoulder with his left hand.
Gu Song simply collapsed on his knees to the ground. His spine felt chills. His feet went cold.
Gu Song thought, 'So much power in one hand, he must have been holding less than 1% of his full power in that one hand of his. Or maybe it was only enough to warn him to never stand next to him again."
Yang Chen then noticed something around Gu Song's neck. It was a necklace, to be more precise, it was string that had a ring on it that acted like a necklace on Gu Song's neck.
Yang Chen pointed his finger at it.
"My mother gave this to me before she died." Gu Song tried to explain.
Althought Yang Chen didn't understood what he said. Yang Chen noticed the ring was made of wood and not jade or metal.
"May I have it?" Yang Chen said while gesturing his left hand out to gain it.
Gu Song couldn't understand what he said, but it seems like a evil curse that grab his throat, because when he wanted to say that it is a item that his mother personally gave him when he was young and that it meant a lot to him.
But no words came out came out of his mouth like if this evil cultivator didn't gave him a choice.
Gu Song didn't know that he had felt so afraid of Yang Chen that he couldn't even talk anymore.
Gu Song thought to himself, 'My mother would want me to live on even if I gave this thing away to save my own life and it would be better if it could save other innocent's lives too.'
Gu Song with some hesitance, took off his necklace and gave it to the evil cultivator.
Yang Chen got the ring necklace within his left hand. Then Yang Chen grabbed the two bags of wealth and then left the streets. Yang Chen simply went back to the forest.
Yang Chen, who originally felt so exhausted, now felt so alive after getting free stuff from a noble.
While Gu Song was now felt extremely exhausted and now laying on the ground trying to regain his breath. All his attempts of begging seems to have worked out in the end.
Of course no villagers saw the homeless man Yang Chen leaving the village.
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"Hooray! Get out the feast, kill your best cows, pigs, and chickens. And cook them for our village's saviour the mighty immortal Gu Song!" The Village Leader commanded while holding a cup of wine.
The Villagers were making large scale-barbecue not just for Gu Song but for all of the village.
Gu Song only smiled. His new clothes granted a new light. Some of the village girls were falling for him, because of how he saved the village from that evil cultivator.
Gu Song while on the outside looks happy and smiling, but on the inside he was sad. He had lost all of his wealth and his mother's memento.
Earlier, Gu Song had cleaned away that blood-written formation-array with alcohol since after all it was only blood on the ground as long as the formation hasn't been activated.
"Now then, get out the fireworks and show our great and benevolent lord Gu Song our graciousness to him." The Village leader commanded while eating a chicken leg.
"Please there's no need for that." Gu Song humbly said.
"But I insist, even the other villagers insists as well." The Village leaders said and pointed at the faces of the other villagers.
Gu Song could only wryly smile at their faces.
For a village, a set of fireworks costed at least 30 golds. And it was fairly expensive.
Fireworks were shot into the sky. It exploded and pops in many colors.
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Yang Chen saw the fireworks appearing from the direction where he had came from. Yang Chen was chewing on some fruits he had find earlier. As of now, Yang Chen was eating a apple.
Yang Chen only had thought, 'That noble sure is generous, he probably gave everyone money in that village.'
Yang Chen had already opened his bags and saw the content in them already.
One bag had 100 gold coins while the other bag had 10 of these shiny rocks.
Yang Chen doesn't how much they were worth, but 100 gold coins would be considered a lot unless this world currency value happens to be 1 gold coin for an apple.