I have the face of a great demon.

Just as the spirit was about to unleash a gust of wind to blow some fruit off the tree for its master to eat, Liu Xingchen was suddenly propelled up as if by a spring, muttering to himself:

"Hey, I don't believe in fate. Why do I have to be so stubborn? If you can't climb up, then you can come down by yourself!"

Liu Xingchen drew his precious divine sword and began to demonstrate it against the tree trunk, which he could barely wrap his arms around.

Good heavens, they're going to cut down trees.

The spirit thought its master was incredibly reckless for choosing such a barbaric approach, so it decided to play along.

Liu Xingchen was inspired by the fact that he wiped out the men in black with a single sword strike. He figured that if the divine sword were to unleash its power, cutting down a tree shouldn't be a problem.

So he held the sword with both hands, and with his last bit of strength, he swung it down at the tree trunk.

As expected, the sword's edge sliced ​​through the tree trunk with ease, as smooth as butter, as if by an invisible blade. With a single stroke, the thick trunk was completely severed.

Behind all this ease, of course, was the silent assistance of the spirit ghost, who quietly imbued the sword tip with subtle magic, allowing the divine sword to unleash its power.

Liu Xingchen was overjoyed. The divine sword really did have a cooldown period. Now that the cooldown period was over, the divine sword was unleashing its power again.

Before he could be happy for long, Liu Xingchen felt a huge shadow loom over him, and the felled tree began to tilt and was about to fall.

"Oh my god!" Liu Xingchen was so scared that he ran away in a panic, scrambling to the side.

Tall trees crashed down beside him, nearly crushing him beneath them, startling him into a cold sweat.

The spirit couldn't help but cover its face. This master's survival skills were too poor. It seemed that he would have to stay in the role of nanny for a long time.

The fruit tree fell to the ground, its branches and leaves scattered in a dazzling display of color. The bright red fruits resembled twinkling lights, seemingly within reach.

Liu Xingchen's eyes lit up, and she couldn't wait to pick a few. She took a bite, and a satisfied smile instantly bloomed on her lips.

This fruit, with its enticing color like a ripe apple, was surprisingly sweet and juicy, as if he had bitten into the heart of a pear in early autumn—a delicacy he had never encountered in his previous world.

He was secretly amazed; every blade of grass, every tree, every fruit, and every flavor in this unfamiliar world held endless wonders and surprises.

He looked up at the unknown and mysterious forest, feeling both a longing for the unknown and a touch of unease about the future.

Liu Xingchen sighed softly, a bitter smile on his lips, then shook his head, banishing the distracting thoughts from his mind.

He bent down, picked up a few dry branches, took out a flint and steel, and after several attempts, finally started a warm fire.

He leaned against the fallen tree trunk, warmed himself by the fire, and fell into a deep sleep.

Night passed quietly, accompanied by the firelight.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the treetops and gently caressed Liu Xingchen's face, he slowly opened his eyes.

The world before him was bathed in the golden light of dawn, everything was reviving, full of vitality. He took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling the knot in his chest instantly dissipate, replaced by an unprecedented energy and determination.

Standing up, Liu Xingchen dusted himself off and steadily hoisted the divine sword onto his back. The two swords hanging at his waist swayed gently, making a crisp sound.

He took a step forward and embarked on a new journey. He wanted to continue moving forward, leave this mountain forest, and go to see the human world.

After walking all morning, the surrounding trees gradually thinned out, making way for a winding path leading to civilization.

A short distance further on, the view suddenly opened up, and a dirt road with deep tracks left by wheels appeared before us.

Liu Xingchen strode confidently onto the hopeful dirt road.

Half an hour later, a quaint and tranquil town came into view.

A surge of indescribable excitement welled up in Liu Xingchen's heart, as if a long-awaited rain had fallen on a drought.

He quickened his pace and stepped into this place full of life and anticipation.

People come and go in the town, dressed in simple, coarse cloth clothes, struggling to make a living.

After walking all morning, his stomach started rumbling, reminding him that he should find something to eat.

Just then, an enticing aroma wafted over, and he followed the scent to find an old man enthusiastically hawking his steamed buns by the roadside.

"Grandpa, how much are your steamed buns?"

The old man looked up and saw a young man in a black robe. The robe was clearly not something a poor person could afford, and the young man carried three swords, indicating he was an important figure. He immediately replied respectfully:

"Sir, my steamed buns have thin crusts and generous fillings. They're only two coins each, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied. Would you like two?"

As he spoke, the old man lifted the lid of the steaming bamboo steamer, and an even richer aroma instantly filled the air.

The steamed buns were round and golden, sprinkled with a few white sesame seeds, making them look incredibly appetizing.

"Give me three!" Liu Xingchen took out six copper coins from his money bag and handed them to the old man.

The old man took the money, skillfully wrapped three steamed buns, and handed them to him, not forgetting to remind him, "Be careful, they're hot!"

Liu Xingchen licked every last crumb of the last steamed bun clean, then let out a long, loud, satisfied burp.

"This is what you call eating! It's worlds apart from those wild fruits in the mountains."

However, the thought that this meal had eaten up a third of his savings made his mood plummet from the clouds to the bottom.

"Sigh, the money is going away faster than water. Before the day is even half over, my wallet is already starving."

Liu Xingchen regretted it. If he had known this would happen, he should have touched those men in white. Their clothes were much more luxurious than those in black, and they were definitely richer than those gangsters.

Unlike those black-clad gang members, who are as poor as beggars.

Alas, there's no going back now; he can only try to find ways to make money.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

As Liu Xingchen walked, he looked around, his eyes scanning the shops on both sides of the street, pondering various possibilities.

Go work as a waiter at a restaurant? With that expressionless, deadpan face, he'd probably get kicked out by the manager.

Go work at the blacksmith's shop? That job requires both strength and skill, and he knew he couldn't do it.

He could work as an accountant in a shop. He was good at math, and even if he couldn't use an abacus, he could write out equations on paper. It wouldn't be a problem.

But his handwriting was so bad, it looked like a dog's paddle, it was simply not presentable.

He walked the main road through the town without finding a suitable job.

Just as I was fretting, a dock built along the river came into view not far ahead.

A large ship was moored on the shore, with people coming and going on board, and countless laborers carrying cargo off the ship.

At the dock, a man who looked like a manager sat at a simple table and chairs, waiting to recruit laborers to carry loads.