Chapter 2

"System! What's going on? Why is someone here?!"

Cui Heng called out to the system in his mind.

He was in a panic.

After all, according to the system's previous detection, this world was a high-level immortal realm.

Immortal Kings were everywhere, and fierce beasts were countless!

Even a child who only knew how to drink beast milk had several million pounds of strength at their disposal.

Although the figure that fell from the sky just now looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, who could guarantee that he didn't have earth-shattering power?

What if he was some Heavenly Emperor's son descending to show off... no, to undergo trials?

His own body, at the sixth level of Qi Cultivation, definitely couldn't withstand it!

【Hello! The All-Powerful Immortal System is here to serve you, ensuring your path to immortality is smooth and safe!】

【Since the novice realm often moves through the gaps between various worlds, it frequently comes into contact with different planes of existence. Some of these planes have unstable spatial rules, which can result in living beings falling into the novice realm through these gaps.】

【These beings, who have accidentally left their original planes, will be drawn back by the gravitational pull of their original world and will leave within twelve days, returning to their original world.】

"Is that so?"

After hearing the system's explanation, Cui Heng let out a long sigh and felt relieved.

Even in a high-level immortal realm, there must be low-level planes of existence.

For example, the mortal world or the human realm.

Generally, the spatial rules of these low-level planes are unstable.

Having read many novels, he was well aware of this.

Moreover, after relaxing, he realized that this was the novice realm, where he wouldn't be harmed by anything.

Even if a powerful being fell in, it wouldn't be a problem.

Feeling reassured, Cui Heng walked into the farm and carefully observed the figure that had fallen from the sky.

It was a boy who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with an ordinary appearance, ragged clothes, dark skin, and a thin, almost skeletal frame.

He had a crooked bald spot on his head, indicating he was a young monk, but he had already grown a lot of hair.

"Hungry, so hungry, so hungry..." The boy mumbled unconsciously, his body curling up and trembling slightly.

"..." Cui Heng fell silent for a moment, then sighed, "Who can resist being kind? I'll save your life, then."

He had been alone for ten years, feeling quite lonely.

It was rare to have someone to talk to.

It wasn't easy.

...

Hong Fugui struggled to open his eyes, then immediately closed them again.

Because above him was a bright white light ball, which was blinding.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes again, gradually adapting to the light and finally seeing his surroundings clearly.

Snow-white walls, exquisite decorations, neat and clean tables and chairs, and the bed he was lying on, covered with white silk!

"Where am I?" Hong Fugui was very confused, looking up at the large light ball, "Is this the afterlife? But why do I still feel hungry?"

Creak!

The door opened, and a youth in a snow-white robe walked into the room. He had a handsome face and an ethereal demeanor, as if he were a celestial being descended from heaven.

Seeing him approach, Hong Fugui was stunned and asked, "Are you a celestial being?"

"I am just a mortal on the path to immortality." Cui Heng smiled and came to Hong Fugui's bedside, "How are you feeling? Any discomfort?"

"No, just..." Hong Fugui shook his head, but at that moment, his stomach growled loudly.

"Ha ha ha, you must be hungry." Cui Heng laughed, then looked at the void and called out, "Yellow Turban Warrior, where are you?"

"Yellow Turban Warrior?" Hong Fugui was confused, not understanding what Cui Heng was saying to the void, but the next moment, he was stunned by what he saw.

The void seemed to ripple like a calm lake disturbed by a stone.

Then, a three-meter-tall, muscular, and extremely fit man in yellow appeared in the room, kneeling before Cui Heng with respect, "I pay my respects to the Immortal Lord!"

Immortal arts!

A celestial being!

Hong Fugui looked at Cui Heng in disbelief, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, full of shock.

You still say you're not a celestial being?!

At that moment, he fell to his knees, prostrating himself on the ground, and respectfully said, "I beg the Immortal Lord to grant me the method to save the world!"

"Ah, this..." Cui Heng felt numb.

He just wanted the Yellow Turban Warrior to bring some food, but why did this kid suddenly kneel down?

He must be from a low-level plane in the immortal realm.

So naive.

"Get up, get up, let's eat something first." Cui Heng gently raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted Hong Fugui to his feet.

Although he didn't know any spells, his spiritual energy had certain mystical properties, making it easy to do such things.

But to Hong Fugui, this was genuine celestial power!

Controlling the air to lift someone up!

This was something only martial legends and terrestrial immortals could do!

He became even more convinced that his savior was a hidden celestial being!

However, Hong Fugui didn't continue to kneel and beg Cui Heng.

Instead, he followed Cui Heng's words and waited to eat.

He had lost his parents at a young age, been deceived and sold to a temple, become a monk, escaped, and wandered for a long time, becoming a beggar. He had seen too much of the world's coldness and indifference.

Therefore, he knew that when he wanted something from someone, he shouldn't force it.

Especially not by exploiting their kindness.

Instead, he should first show his value.

And then talk about other things.

Before showing his value, it was best to be obedient.

"I mustn't leave a bad impression on the Immortal Lord," Hong Fugui thought to himself.

But when the Yellow Turban Warrior conjured a table full of delicious food out of thin air,

He couldn't remain calm anymore.

His eyes were fixed on the roasted chicken, roasted duck, and braised beef on the table, unable to move.

Poor Hong Fugui had never eaten much meat in his life.

"You got the wrong thing, this is what I usually eat," Cui Heng rolled his eyes and said to the Yellow Turban Warrior, "Bring the bowl of nourishing white porridge instead."

Feeding someone who was almost starved to death with a table full of meat and fish was just cruel!

"Yes, Immortal Lord!" The Yellow Turban Warrior nodded.

He waved his hand, and the table of dishes disappeared, replaced by a large bowl of fragrant white porridge and two small bowls of pickled vegetables.

"Here, eat," Cui Heng pointed to the porridge and pickled vegetables, "You're not suitable for too much meat right now. Drink some porridge to nourish yourself first."

"..." Hong Fugui fell silent, staring at the bowl of white porridge, his eyes filled with sorrow, his reaction even greater than when he saw the meat, as if he was lost in some memory.

Thud!

He suddenly knelt on the ground, bowing deeply to the bowl of white porridge, his voice hoarse, "Father, Mother, your son is unfilial, I couldn't even give you a bowl of warm white porridge before you died!"