Hateful! In their village, there was actually an expert at the Spirit-Locking stage. The Spirit-Locking stage was second only to the Martial Dao Spirit-Heart realm. The peak of the Spirit-Locking stage was two whole major realms above his own. He was simply no match for the other party.

Mike Sullivan's fists clenched tighter and tighter. Cultivate! He had to train even harder. When he became a Martial Dao Spirit-Heart expert, he would definitely avenge Mr. Brooks and the village!

As Mike Sullivan was secretly vowing to himself, someone in the village spoke up again.

“What do we do now? There’s no water source in the village, and the harvest was poor. Not only can we not pay the land rent, but even our own villagers won’t have anything to eat in the future.”

“Sigh, there’s really nothing we can do. We’ll just have to go out and find some odd jobs in town.”

“Getting odd jobs isn’t a solution either. Right now is the off-season, and the town doesn’t need many laborers.”

“It’s still worth a try. It’s better than just starving to death like this.”

Mike Sullivan listened to the villagers, then suddenly stepped out from the crowd and said, “Uncles and elders, please listen to me. I still have some money here. Take this money and go to town to buy some grain. We should be able to get through this most difficult time.”

Chapter 4: David Wright (Middle)

“No, we can’t use your money!”

“How could we use your money!”

As soon as Mike Sullivan spoke, the villagers immediately waved their hands in refusal.

“Yiming, your money should be saved for building your house and getting married in the future. We can’t use your money.”

“That’s right, Yiming, you’re a martial artist now. Your money should be used to buy supplements to help with your cultivation. That’s what’s important. You can’t just spend it recklessly.”

The villagers all knew that using Mike Sullivan’s money to buy grain could indeed help them get through the current crisis, but they would never use Mike Sullivan’s money.

“No, everyone, please listen to me,” Mike Sullivan said sincerely. “Back then, when my sister and I wandered into this village, I was still young, but I knew even then. My sister was only a few years older than me. She could barely survive on her own, let alone take care of me. If it weren’t for the uncles and aunts in the village, the two of us would have starved to death long ago.”

“Now, I’m just giving some money. If the money’s gone, I can earn more. But if lives are lost, then nothing is left. Please don’t refuse my money. Otherwise, how could my sister and I have the face to stay here!”

Mike Sullivan remembered very clearly that when he and his sister first came to the village, the old village chief took them in. His sister was proud and didn’t want to live in someone else’s house, relying on others.

So the villagers took it upon themselves to build them a thatched hut. Whenever someone hunted wild game, they would always bring some over, saying it was for all the villagers.

But in reality, that little bit of wild game could never be enough for the whole village.

Even most of the clothes Mike Sullivan wore as a child were made by the village women.

He remembered all the kindness the village had shown to him and his sister. He would never forget it for the rest of his life.

Mike Sullivan had already said so much, and the villagers couldn’t refuse even if they wanted to. Still, they wouldn’t fully accept it either.

In the end, all the villagers agreed: they would take the money, but as a loan. When the situation in the village improved, they would definitely pay it back.

Seeing the villagers finally accept his goodwill, Mike Sullivan was finally relieved, and a smile returned to his face. “In that case, tomorrow morning, I’ll bring the money and we’ll set out together.”

“Set out together? Mike Sullivan, you’re going too?” The villagers were a bit surprised.

“Of course, I have to go. Going to town to buy grain is a round trip of seven or eight days. The road isn’t safe—there are bandits and mountain thieves. I’m a martial artist now, so if we run into robbers, I can protect everyone.”

As soon as Mike Sullivan finished speaking, everyone became even more uneasy. Mike Sullivan was only sixteen, right at the age of youthful recklessness.

If they didn’t run into trouble on the road, it would be fine. But if they did, and Mike Sullivan got into a fight and something happened to him, they would never forgive themselves.

“No, Mike Sullivan, you can’t go.” Mr. Brooks waved his hand and said, “It’s best if you stay and teach the children in the village. As for buying grain, just take the official road. The official road was built by the imperial court, so there are lots of people and not many bandits. At most, we’ll have to pay some bridge tolls and carriage fees, but safety is guaranteed.”

Hearing this, Mike Sullivan thought it made sense and didn’t insist further.

The next morning, the people going to town to buy grain set out, while Mike Sullivan stayed at home, continuing to dig open the mysterious immortal energy space with his dagger to cultivate, and teaching the village children.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed.