The man’s eyes widened, exclaiming, "All for me?"

"For you."

Su Zheng didn’t mind at all.

He, Su Zheng, a top expert of the Cangyuan Realm, could he possibly be short of money? Even if this wasn’t the same world, Su Zheng was undaunted. Making money was easy for him. At worst, he could teach some disciples; with his experience in martial arts, wouldn’t people come from Dao Mountain Ancient Land to Guanglan Palace just to apprentice under him?

He didn’t care at all about those pieces of paper in his hand.

He could have as much as he wanted in the future.

What’s more, how much could just these few pieces of paper be worth?

They didn’t look like silver notes with a large denomination, the largest face value was only a hundred.

The man hurriedly and gratefully accepted the money; there were more than two thousand there, and Su Zheng generously gave it all to him.

All of a sudden, he found the bottles in the woven bag on his back less appealing.

Su Zheng found an excuse, saying he had lost his memory, and chatted with the man.

The man’s name was Old Huang; his wife had passed away, and after his son got married, he was driven out of the house, living alone, surviving by scavenging and sometimes doing odd jobs.

Surviving with difficulty.

Old Huang told Su Zheng that this place was called Tongzhou.

The country they were in was called Yanhuang Country.

Listening to these things made Su Zheng dumbfounded.

They chatted until evening, and Old Huang, his mouth dry, answered all of Su Zheng’s questions.

Su Zheng now found things a bit off.

This world was off.

This world actually had no cultivators?

This made Su Zheng a bit anxious; his biggest advantage was having the cultivation experience of a strong practitioner. If this world had no cultivators, what would happen to his cultivation experience?

Judging from Su Zheng’s earlier description, Old Huang also perceived Su Zheng as a laborer on a construction site.

Old Huang lightly patted Su Zheng’s shoulder and said, "Take care of yourself, brother. It’s not easy for anyone. Just keep working if you have a job. I don’t know what difficulties you’ve encountered, but staying alive is necessary for hope, isn’t it?"

Su Zheng remained silent.

"Brother, I live here. If you ever need help, come find me. We’re all struggling wanderers, it’s not easy for anyone. When away from home, we should help each other," Old Huang said with a smile, showing his teeth.

Su Zheng still didn’t speak, he didn’t believe what Old Huang said. What did a person from the lower class know?

No one cultivated, that was because they didn’t understand cultivation.

This world without cultivators was even better.

Once he had immense strength, what wouldn’t be available to him?

Leaving the Great Dream Soul Stone would be simple, wouldn’t it?

After finishing the conversation with Old Huang, Su Zheng left.

But as he walked, Su Zheng found himself feeling hungry.

Since arriving in this world, he hadn’t eaten a single meal.

Just as he was thinking, he saw a noodle shop by the road.

Su Zheng walked into the shop and ordered a bowl of noodles.

Perhaps he truly was hungry as he found the noodles especially delicious.

After finishing the noodles, Su Zheng was about to leave, but was stopped by the server asking for payment.

However, Su Zheng had given all his money to Old Huang.

He could be said to be penniless at the moment.

Furiously, he said, "I, the distinguished ancestor of the Su family, would I care about the money for a bowl of noodles?"

The owner immediately wanted to call the police, but luckily Old Huang appeared at that moment and paid for the noodles for Su Zheng.

Only then was Su Zheng able to be free.

"After you left, I realized you gave all your money to me; what about your meal?" Old Huang said with a bitter smile, "Brother, it’s not easy being out there. You gave me your money before, I kept some for my meals, but you should save the rest."

After saying this, Old Huang returned the money to Su Zheng, totaling eighteen hundred bucks.

"This..." Seeing this, Su Zheng’s heart was a bit touched, but he said, "I, Su Zheng, the distinguished ancestor of the Su family, don’t take back what I’ve given. Wouldn’t your returning it just be like slapping me in the face?"

Seeing this, Old Huang really thought Su Zheng was seriously ill.

If he had enough money, he’d definitely take Su Zheng to the hospital for a neurological consult.

"Old Huang, I think you’re a good person. Let me be honest with you, I’m a master; in this world, I’m invincible. Give me a couple of days, and I’ll be successful. I’ll help you escape from this life, and as for the son who doesn’t want you, I’ll let you deal with him personally!"

Su Zheng spoke emphatically.

"Alright, alright, you’re a master, but even a master needs to eat. You should accept the money," Old Huang kindly advised.

"No!"

Su Zheng looked at Old Huang, seeing he still didn’t believe him, and could only helplessly lament that people like Old Huang, those on the lower rungs, truly couldn’t see the vastness of the sky.

"Alright, I have other matters. I’ll be going,"

Worried that Old Huang would nag him, Su Zheng chose to leave.

On the street, a Honda car drove from south to north.

Su Wei had just finished work, busy at the company all day, and was thinking about going home for a little drink.

But when he thought of his wife at home, he was a bit reluctant to go back.

Just then, his phone rang.

Su Wei picked up his phone, glanced at it, and saw it was his wife. Su Wei frowned, but still answered the call.

"Speak!"

Su Wei spoke without any courtesy.

"What did you say? The kid’s gone crazy?" Su Wei cursed, "Doesn’t study properly, always reading trashy web novels, so his brain’s messed up, right?"

"I’m blunt? Damn it, I’m out here working hard and exhausted like a dog, and you can’t even manage to take care of the kid at home? You have the nerve to tell me this?"