A kiss, and I'll live another day; they begged me not to go crazy.

Wang Er slowly recovered from the dreamlike experience he had just had, his heart still surging with an indescribable emotion.

It felt as if he had just experienced another person's complete life trajectory.

The life of a monk from a poor background.

......

Unlike himself, this cultivator was not from the mortal realm, but was born and raised in a remote corner of the cultivation world.

People often assume that the cultivation world is controlled by powerful family forces.

But in reality, even here,

Although large and small forces are intertwined and spread everywhere, there are still many areas that cannot be fully protected.

And it is precisely in these forgotten corners that the law of the jungle becomes the only unchanging rule of survival.

......

Wang Erjing experienced this person's entire journey from a peculiar first-person perspective.

However, what's baffling is that even with this so-called "first-person perspective,"

He was like a shell whose soul had been forcibly taken from him, completely losing control of his body.

One can only be a bystander, wanting to reach out, but can only watch helplessly as events unfold one after another.

......

The story begins when a life named Dazhuang was born.

At first, everything seemed ordinary, but as time went on, problems gradually surfaced.

Because he had never been able to detect any spiritual power since childhood, Dazhuang and his family began to suffer relentless ostracism and discrimination from the surrounding villagers.

After all, in this world where cultivation is the mainstream,

Even a farmer will possess some level of cultivation.

But Da Zhuang, surprisingly, had no ability to sense spiritual energy, as if he were an anomaly in this world.

......

Dazhuang grew up amidst the cold words and ridicule of others.

All this is because the land and resources on this land are allocated according to individual ability.

Dazhuang, however, was a pitiful person with no spiritual power, as if he had been abandoned by the heavens.

Because he was unable to support himself, his parents had to shoulder an additional burden.

Not only do they have to take care of his daily life, but they also have to bear the burden of survival that he should share.

Although life was tough, the family was united, so life wasn't too bad.

......

However, fate did not seem to have any mercy on this family.

One day, Dazhuang's parents overheard that a magical herb grew in a faraway place, and that it was said to have the power to revitalize the spirit.

“You stay home and watch the child, I’ll go find him.” Da Zhuang’s father’s ordinary face was full of determination.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Da Zhuang's mother's face showed a glimmer of hope for the future, and the corners of her mouth, which hadn't smiled in a long time, faintly curved upwards.

......

Holding onto a sliver of hope, even though they knew the chances were extremely slim,

Moreover, the family would be in dire straits if one person were to leave, but they still decided to take the plunge.

They didn't want their son to live a mediocre life and tried to find an opportunity for him to change his fate.

So, Dazhuang's father resolutely embarked on this journey full of unknowns.

But after he left home, he disappeared without a trace, as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

......

Without their father's support, the family's livelihood became increasingly difficult.

Even the most ordinary farming work was too heavy for Dazhuang, who was young and had no cultivation.

Despite his best efforts to help ease his mother's burden,

But this was far from enough; the mother's health continued to deteriorate due to overwork.

......

Time flies, and Dazhuang has grown into a handsome young man.

Seeing his increasingly haggard mother lying on her sickbed, he was extremely anxious.

Finally, when he was at his wit's end, he made a heartbreaking decision—to sell himself to the young master of a notorious family in the city.

This young master was notorious for his fondness for young boys and girls, and the villagers all warned their children to stay away from him.

But at that time, Da Zhuang, who was only a little over ten years old and had no special skills, had nothing else to rely on except his fairly handsome face.

......

In the end, Dazhuang used the money he earned to buy medicine for his mother, and then silently turned and left.

Watching her son's departing figure, this astute mother probably already guessed the truth of the matter.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. With trembling hands, she took the bowl of medicine and swallowed the bitter soup mouthful by mouthful, tears welling up in her eyes...

......

Dazhuang's mother gripped the heavy bowl of medicine tightly in her hands, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness.

This money was earned by Dazhuang at the cost of his dignity and even his life!

How could she bear to drink it?

However, reason told her that if she collapsed at that moment,

Without his support, Dazhuang would be unable to survive in this cruel and indifferent world.

......

So, the mother silently swallowed the bitterness in her heart.

Forcing herself to stay awake, she and Dazhuang began living a life where they could only see each other once a year.

Each reunion felt so brief and precious, yet they both knew that this separation was for the sake of living a better life.

......

But fate always seems to enjoy playing tricks on those who have already suffered so much.

Just as they were struggling to maintain this peace,

A sudden misfortune, like a storm, descended upon this already crumbling family.

......

One day, a disciple claiming to be from a powerful clan came to our door, bringing shocking news:

It is said that Dazhuang's father ruined a rare medicinal herb that his senior brother desperately needed, and was therefore arrested.

Moreover, the other party made it clear that if they wanted to redeem Dazhuang's father, they had to offer the same medicinal herbs in exchange.

......

Upon hearing this news, the mother and son were plunged into despair.

"This spiritual herb, isn't it the one Father was looking for back then?" Although Dazhuang was young, he still had memories of the past.

"It's this." Da Zhuang's mother's eyes showed worry.

"This is probably just an excuse made up by the powerful clans." Da Zhuang knew his father; although he cared about him, he would never take other people's herbs.

“I know, but the situation is…” Da Zhuang’s mother looked at her son, who was so young yet had to shoulder such a heavy burden, and hesitated to say it aloud.

......

“We are just an ordinary family, how could we possibly possess such precious and rare medicinal herbs?” Dazhuang was no fool.

Moreover, if such a thing truly existed, my father wouldn't have gone through so many years of searching for it without any news.

Now that the herbs are damaged, they're being asked to compensate them? That's utterly absurd!

......

Dazhuang was extremely anxious. Without hesitation, he knelt down before his master.

He pleaded with his mother to let him go back and help her resolve the crisis.