Chapter 2

'For more than five years, living as an ordinary powerless old man in this void with a house and plot of land that held a mysterious power and plenty of food to eat. I was still lucky.'

"But is this it? becoming an old man and dying of an old age in this damn isolated world?"

The old man gazed at his artwork and let out a sigh, while sitting on the bench in front of his home, clutching a paintbrush.

"Sigh, my last art piece."

On his painting depicted a foreboding figure, a man with long black hair, clad in a red armor, adorned with spiraling purple eyes. Behind him stood a huge titan, wearing full body armor. The colossal figure was constructed from hardened purple energy. The overall impression conveyed by the painting is one of true terror and intimidation.

The old man remarked while gazing at the lifelike painting.

"Although my skills in painting improved so much and were beautifully realistic, it's a shame no one was able to realize it's beauty."

"But my painting materials was also run out. It's a pity that my digital tablet was not here."

After emptying a huge shelf full of painting materials inside his house, he has nothing to do but sigh and just sit around the corner while remembering some happy memories.

'Recalling the time when I effortlessly painted on my digital device, producing lifelike 3D art, making money, and just focusing on my hobby. It was truly a joyful moment in my lif-.'

Suddenly, his mind was interrupted when his dog, Chrisbrown, began barking at the entrance of the black gate as if looking at something.

"Why was this foolish dog barking at the gate? Don't tell me... he poop?"

Thinking that his foolish dog was pooping again in the cleaned front gate, he bit his lips, a vein popped on his forehead, and hurriedly walked closer to the dog as if ready to butcher someone.

Looking at the foolish look of the dog while smelling something on the ground and barking and wagging its tail, he immediately kicked it while reminding him, "Damn foolish dog, didn't I tell you if you want to poop, do it at the back in th-"

His voice was interrupted and came to a halt as he heard the noise coming from outside the gate. It's the sound of someone speaking in a different language, yet he could strangely understand every word.

'W-What? Dont tell me it's... a ghost?'

Looking at his dog, the old man anxiously bit his fingernails, thinking that a ghost was knocking on his gate in this isolated world. However, he soon heard the voice and grasped the message from the person outside the gate.

"H-Help! Someone? Is there someone in here, please let me in!"

A voice of a boy can be heard panting heavily as if exhausted.

'Human? Impossible!'

After hesitating for a few minutes, encouraging himself, the old man slowly walked towards the gate and cautiously opened the gate slighty.

"Esteemed owner, please help."

Upon observing within the slight gap of the gate, the old man was surprised. He caught sight of a person's silhouette and a forest in the background.

Without delay, he flung open the gate and guided the person onto his property, unable to conceal his foolish grin as he gazed at the forest. Even though his mind was full of questions.

Attempting to test if he could break free from the house like prison, he headed outside toward the forest, only to be stopped by an unseen force blocking his path.

Sighing, looking at the person who was needed his help, a young man appearing 18 years in age, with short black hair, disheveled look, out of breath, holding a basket with some weed, and wearing a ragged old-fashioned robe. He was now sure that he was finally Isekai'd.

"You are now safe. Wait a minute. Let me get some cups of water for you," the old man said, smiling foolishly at the disheveled young man.

Without waiting for the young man's answer. He wasted no time in entering his house to fetch some water, wearing a smirk that he couldn't conceal, despite being unable to get out.

After all, it's his first time seeing a human after he transmigrated for a long time and still has a chance to find a way to get out.

After the old man left, the young man cast a curious gaze around his surroundings. To his amazement, he was shocked to see the grand abode as smooth as jade and a black stained glass like a valuable rare crystal. The one that attracted him the most was the plantation of the old man, which was full of vitality. He could see at first glance that those plants were priceless herbs and treasures. It was a sight that first time in his entire life and was completely novel to him.

The young man, with a bewildered look on his face, silently spoke.

"A hidden legendary master!"

The young man was completely convinced that the old man was a true hidden expert after seeing his outlandish attire, which he had never seen before, as well as the mysterious abode and strange invaluable treasures in his surroundings.

After an incense of waiting, the old man brought a cup of water to him.

"Here drink some water to lift up your thirst."

"I thank the esteemed senior."

Looking at the crystal-like glass, he was frozen in shock. Without delay, he immediately drank the water.

After drinking a cup of water, the young man suddenly halt and humbly spoke.

"Forgive me, esteemed senior, for the sudden intrusion. I deeply thank the esteemed senior for giving a helping hand. I hope I can repay the esteemed senior's kindness one day!"

Bowing his head and cupping his fist, the youth deeply appreciated the old man's kindness.

"Esteemed senior. Forgive me for having a bad manner, and didn't introduce myself right away. I am Chen, an orphan; I don't have any family name. I was just picking up a medicinal herbs in the mountain, but suddenly a wild beast came running towards me intended to attack me, so I ran fast without thinking, and I stumbled on the seniors abode."

The old man nodded in understanding.

'What a poetic fellow'

Chen, thinking that the old man was a hidden, peerless expert, without further ado, kowtowed, hitting his head hard on the ground, not wanting to miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime rare opportunity.

"Esteemed senior, please accept me as your disciple!"

The old man was shocked by the strange action of the young man, but still remain his calm expression.

'What the fuck was this guy doing?'

'Student? Should I teach him how to read and write to become a literate man?'

Clearing his throat, the old man spoke calmly.

"Ehem, before that, let me ask you some questions: why should I teach you? and what do you think I should teach you? and are you even able to afford the tuition fee?"

'An Opportunity!' Chen thought.

"E-Esteemed Senior, although I don't have any money to pay, I promise that after I become the senior's disciple, I will give my loyalty and serve the senior to death. I will do anything to meet the senior's expectations, I will train hard, and I will become a peerless cultivator like the senior and become a righteous cultivator to help, serve, and protect the people's in need and find a better way of life to seek longevity."

With a serious look on his expression, Chen swore deep in his heart and made a promise to the old man.

'Damn! This guy's answer is like those untrustworthy people running for election, but a peerless cultivator like me? A farmer? Hmm, so that's how it is!'

Gazing at his straw hat and looking at the young man who couldn't stop peeking at his beautiful garden, the old man had a thought as if he had gained enlightenment.

'Sigh, here I thought, you want to become a literate man, but you just want to become a good farmer and have a stable, normal life.'

'Since I can't get out of this jail and I'm in a happy mood, as the first person that I encounter, I will teach you for awhile on how to cultivate wisely.'

"Ok, you are my student now." The old man with a nonchalant look agreed without much thought.

"But remember, I don't want many questions because it's a bit annoying. Just ask the important ones related to cultivation."

"I understand, I will do as you say master! I Chen, humbly greet Esteemed Master!"

Chen bowed and cupped his fist, he couldn't stop his tears from overflowing because of joy.

Unknown to him, the cultivation he was expecting was far from his imagination.