Name: Gu Ming.
Race: Human.
Cultivation level: None.
Physical constitution: Ordinary.
Technique: None.
Supernatural powers: None.
Lifespan: ∞.
Talent: Borrowed Life. [Note: If killed by an enemy, one can randomly sacrifice one of their closest relatives to revive oneself and gain one card draw opportunity. (Card content is derived from the sacrificed person)]
Gu Ming was overjoyed; the golden touch, though late, had finally arrived.
"Endless lifespan, immortal and indestructible? This start is a sure thing!!!"
Just then, the panel information was updated.
[Killed by Lin Tian, sacrificed to his mother, resurrecting the host, and gaining one chance to draw a card.]
Eight black cards appeared before Gu Ming's eyes, shimmering with a faint light in the void, visible only to him.
Gu Ming raised an eyebrow, hesitated for a moment, and then randomly chose a card.
"Lin Tian is a cultivator, and his mother is most likely a cultivator as well. No matter how bad their luck is, they shouldn't be able to draw a useless skill, right?"
He muttered something, and the card vibrated slightly, with flashes of light around it revealing words.
[High-grade Yellow Rank Cultivation Technique: Falling Wind Palm, Proficiency: Mastery. Note: This is a high-ranking cultivation technique that requires spiritual energy.]
Gu Ming remained silent, glanced at his dirty hands, and sighed softly.
"I don't have any spiritual power, what good is a cultivation technique to me?"
It feels like... you could have sex eighteen times in one night, but you don't have a girlfriend.
He got up, dusted himself off, and went to the entrance of the City God Temple, flicking his sleeves.
With a spirited air, like a hermit sage, he slowly spoke.
"Cultivation world, your nightmare has arrived! The future number one in the world... has come here!"
An old man passing by looked at Gu Ming, who was dressed as a beggar, shook his head, and sighed softly.
"Poor beggar, dreaming in broad daylight, he's almost gone mad."
Gu Ming: ...
With a sneer, Gu Ming decided not to bother arguing with this mortal.
He was destined to be the best in the world, a prodigy fought tooth and nail by various sects, a peerless genius unparalleled in eternity. To argue with mortals? What a joke! It would lower his status.
...
Three days later, Gu Ming, pale and emaciated, slumped on the side of the street, his lips cracked, his breath faint, and his eyes glazed over.
"Holy crap, this isn't the script! I'm a time traveler, I'm the protagonist with a cheat system, how could I starve to death... A time traveler who starves to death, I must be the first in history."
Gu Ming collapsed to the ground with a thud, tears of grievance streaming from his eyes.
He discovered that time travelers were nothing like those in novels. They had no special opportunities, no powerful figures, no confidantes, no masters, and no one would even hire them for manual labor.
Robbery? We can't win.
Steal? He doesn't have that ability.
Aside from courting disaster, he couldn't think of any way to break the deadlock.
But the taste of death is truly unpleasant, and he doesn't want to take the death experience card unless absolutely necessary.
"Waaaaah, I don't want to time travel, I want to go home and eat big white steamed buns..."
Just as Gu Ming was feeling aggrieved, an elderly figure with white hair and a hunched back approached.
The old man squatted down and handed him the only two meat buns he had in his arms, along with a ten-tael silver ingot.
Gu Ming looked up and felt that the person in front of him was his angel... But something was wrong. The old man's face was ashen, and he looked like he had died of grief.
Without thinking twice, Gu Ming grabbed the meat bun and flaunted it wildly. Watching the old man get up and leave, he called out to him in a muffled voice.
"Hey... Old angel, have you encountered some difficulties? Can you tell me? If it is within my power, I will do my best to help you."
In these three days, the old man was the first person willing to feed and care for him. Regardless of the reason, in a sense, he was his savior.
The old man paused slightly, gave a bitter smile, and shook his head.
"Forget it, you're starving yourself, what can you do to help me? They're the big shots in Luozhen, not ordinary people can afford to mess with them."
Gu Ming devoured two meat buns in a few bites, almost choking to death.
Seeing this, the old man handed the only leather water bag he had to Gu Ming.
"Alas, they are all pitiful people. I, Old Man Zhou, have done good deeds all my life, so why do I not receive any good reward?"
Seeing that the old man was about to leave, Gu Ming, having regained his senses, grabbed the old man's arm.
"You're going to die anyway, so tell me what's going to happen, and maybe I can really help you."
Gu Ming wasn't a good person, but gratitude is a fundamental principle.
Upon hearing this, Old Zhou sat against the wall, his face full of bitterness, and began to recount his story.
The gist of the story is that his son worked hard under a bully and died from overwork. The devil felt it was unlucky for his son to die on his territory and demanded ten taels of silver in compensation.
Old Zhou had no money, so he took his only granddaughter to Wanlou to work as a prostitute to pay off his debts.
To redeem his granddaughter, Old Man Zhou scrimped and saved, working hard day and night, and saved up ten taels of silver over three years.
Who would have thought that the bully said that Zhou Xiao, the granddaughter of Old Man Zhou, had been eating and drinking at his expense for three years, and that it would cost a total of one hundred taels of silver.
Old Zhou had realized that he could not redeem Zhou Weixiao.
There is no greater sorrow than a broken heart. He gave the two meat buns he had prepared for Zhou'er, along with ten taels of silver, to Gu Ming, and prepared to find a place to commit suicide.
Upon hearing this, Gu Ming flew into a rage.
"Is there no law anymore? Is there no justice left?"
Old Zhou shook his head and said bitterly.
"No, with officials colluding with evil, how can ordinary people have the right to talk about the law and justice?"
For the first time, Gu Ming deeply felt the cruelty of this world. He frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and looked at Old Man Zhou.
"I have a way to help you rescue your granddaughter."
Old Zhou was stunned, his numb eyes looking at Gu Ming, clearly disbelieving.
"Since you're already out of options, you might as well give it a try, even if it seems hopeless."
Gu Ming grinned, bringing a ray of sunshine to Old Zhou's desolate world.
"Really...is it okay?"
Gu Ming got up, regained some strength, dusted himself off, and gave an OK sign.
"Here's ten taels of silver as payment."
"Tell me your granddaughter's name and appearance, and wait outside Wanlou. I will guarantee your granddaughter's safe return. But after you pick up your granddaughter, leave Luozhen immediately and never come back."
Old Zhou nodded hurriedly, thanked him profusely, and left.
Looking at Old Zhou's frail and hunched back, Gu Ming sighed softly, sounding somewhat helpless.
"I still have to die again, that feeling... I really don't want to experience it again."
Muttering to himself, Gu Ming walked towards the clothing store. In his beggar-like state, he couldn't even get into Wanlou.