I only reached the Foundation Establishment stage at eighty years old, and then the system appeared.

That day, Yang Hongbo walked to a commercial street that sold ordinary people's goods. This street, which was more than ten miles long, was full of ordinary people's shops.

Almost everything an ordinary person needs is available here, whether cheap or expensive, as long as it doesn't possess any spiritual energy.

Yang Hongbo passed by a silk shop and, seeing the name, realized it belonged to the Yang family. He went inside, but because he had changed his appearance, no one recognized him.

In the shop, he saw his 27th brother. His 27th brother was over sixty years old and just an ordinary person, but after taking the longevity pill and youth-preserving pill made by the family's alchemy hall, he still looked like a handsome young man in his thirties.

Standing next to him was a woman who looked young and beautiful, but was actually over fifty years old. The two chatted intimately, but did not forget to do their work. There were several other employees busy in the shop.

Everything in the shop was so well-organized that Yang Hongbo decided to play a trick on them. He stepped forward, picked out a piece of dark blue silk, and took out a spirit stone before his cousin could even make an offer.

Twenty-seventh Brother looked at this strange guest with a puzzled expression. Yang Hongbo pretended not to understand and asked, "What? Did I give you too little? How much is this bolt of cloth?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, we only sell ordinary goods, and the most expensive currency we use is gold. One of your spirit stones could buy all the goods here, and besides, you wouldn't need any of them anyway!"

"Like this piece of cloth you chose, although it's relatively expensive, it's only four taels and five mace of gold. One spirit stone is really too much!"

"Oh, you, shopkeeper, I thought I gave too little! What do you care if I gave you spirit stones or whatever? As long as you didn't give too little, just take it, okay? Do you think you can refuse money from customers?"

"Alright, alright, I'll find you a pile of gold, then we'll see how you use it!"

"I don't want to give you spirit stones anymore, how about I give you this instead?"

Yang Hongbo took out a family elder token from the Sumeru World. His name was engraved on the token, which was also a magic treasure token.

The 27th brother looked at the elder's token, then at Yang Hongbo, and suddenly shouted, "Big brother, do you think it's fun to toy with your younger brother like this?"

Yang Hongbo smiled and removed his disguise. His younger brother and sister-in-law saw this and quickly bowed as well.

"How are things? Getting used to working here?"

"It's alright. At least we have food and drink, and we can go out for a stroll every now and then. Of course, it's not as good as you cultivator masters, but it's still better than most!"

"Brother, what brings you here today? Don't you need to spend time with your wives?"

"I was on my rounds today and saw you all, so I came in to say hello!"

"Have you ever encountered unreasonable customers? Have any monks caused trouble?"

"These are all ordinary people's things here. To cultivators, they're just trash. They know this is a mortal street, so they wouldn't come here!"

"Alright, I'll be going then. You guys continue with your business!"

"Goodbye, brother!"

Walking down this street, business is pretty good. Buses are flying by in the air. There's a bus stop on this street, and people are constantly getting on and off. Those getting off blend into the crowd of shoppers, while those getting on carry bags of things they've just bought.

Although the annual tax revenue of an entire street is less than the value of a single pill for a cultivator, only by satisfying the needs of ordinary people can the cultivators in their families be free from worries.

Some people say that this is the Qingmang City Lord's Mansion trying to win people's hearts. Yes! That's absolutely right, the City Lord's Mansion is trying to win people's hearts.

In such a large city, it's impossible for every place to be a shop owned by cultivators, because there are still more ordinary people in the world, and cultivators aren't born that way; their parents might be ordinary people, and their descendants might be ordinary people as well.

Although it's said that cultivation transcends time and cultivators have no emotions, is someone without emotions still human? And the reason you have no emotions is because everyone close to you is dead!

Yang Hongbo continued his stroll and unknowingly arrived at a teahouse. The teahouse was bustling with people, some ordinary people talking loudly, while others cultivators were conversing in hushed tones. He casually walked in and found a corner seat.

Just then, a young waiter ran over and asked enthusiastically, "Sir, what kind of tea would you like to order?"

Yang Hongbo smiled slightly: "Bring me a pot of your best tea."

The waiter acknowledged and turned to leave. A short while later, the tea was served, along with several plates of delicate pastries.

Yang Hongbo picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and as the aroma of the tea filled his mouth, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent tea!"

At this moment, two cultivators at the next table caught his attention. One of them frowned and said, "What's so fun about this mortal street? I really don't know why people like to come here."

Another cultivator smiled and said, "You don't understand. Mortals also have their own joys. Although we cultivators pursue the path to immortality, we cannot completely detach ourselves from this mortal world."

The first cultivator scoffed, "Hmph, the mortal world? It's nothing but trivial matters; nothing is as important as cultivation."

Yang Hongbo couldn't help but interject, "My friend, you are mistaken. Although this mortal world may seem trivial, it contains endless truths. We cultivators also come from ordinary people. Without the trials of this mortal world, how can we truly comprehend the Great Dao?"

The two cultivators were taken aback and looked at Yang Hongbo. The first cultivator said coldly, "Who are you? How dare you spout such nonsense here!"

Yang Hongbo smiled slightly, not angry at all: "I'm just a passing cultivator. I just couldn't help but say a few words after hearing what my friend said."

The other monk was more polite: "What insightful opinion does this friend have?"

Yang Hongbo put down his teacup and slowly said, "We cultivators pursue longevity and power, but what is the root of all this? Isn't it to protect ourselves and those around us? And most of these people are ordinary people. If we only care about our own cultivation and ignore the lives and deaths of ordinary people, what's the point?"

The first cultivator scoffed, "Hmph, those ordinary people, their lives are predestined, what does it have to do with us?"

Yang Hongbo shook his head: "My friend, you are mistaken. Everything in this world is interconnected. Ordinary people may be weak, but they are also part of this world. What would this world be like without ordinary people? Moreover, treating ordinary people well is the only way to earn the respect of cultivators. Why do you think those high and mighty cultivators are so revered? It's because they have the world in their hearts and care for ordinary people as well."

The two cultivators were silent for a moment, then the second cultivator said thoughtfully, "What you say is very true, my friend. It seems that our previous thinking was somewhat narrow-minded."

Yang Hongbo smiled and said, "It's alright. Everyone has their own opinion. I just hope that my friend can think more about the reasons behind this in the future."

Just then, a group of ordinary people entered the teahouse. They chatted and laughed, found a seat, and began to talk. One of the elderly men remarked with emotion, "Qingmang City is getting better and better. We ordinary people can finally live a peaceful life."

Another young man chimed in, "Yes, it's all thanks to the management of the City Lord's Mansion and the protection of those cultivators."

The old man nodded: "That's right. Although those cultivators are powerful, they are very kind to us ordinary people, unlike some places where cultivators are high and mighty and don't treat us ordinary people like human beings at all."

Listening to their conversation, Yang Hongbo felt a surge of relief. He knew that the reason Qingmang City was so prosperous was because of the care and protection that the City Lord's Mansion and the cultivators showed to ordinary people.

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the teahouse. Yang Hongbo frowned, got up, walked to the window, and looked out. He saw a group of thugs bullying an elderly fruit vendor. The old man was trembling with fear, and his fruit was scattered all over the ground.

Yang Hongbo, enraged, was about to attack when a young cultivator leaped forward, blocking the old man's path. The thug leader, seeing the cultivator, was initially taken aback, then sneered, "Hmph, what business is it of yours, a mere cultivator, with the affairs of ordinary people like us?"

The young cultivator said coldly, "What kind of skill is it to bully an old man? If you're so capable, why don't you try your hand at fighting me!"

The bully leader was still quite intimidated, but having not been bullied by cultivators in Qingmang City for several years, he thought that cultivators were nothing to be afraid of, as long as he was careful. Therefore, he pretended to back down and suddenly pulled out a dagger to stab at the young cultivator.

The young cultivator dodged the bully's attack with a swift movement, then kicked the bully in the stomach, causing him to scream and collapse to the ground. The other bullies rushed forward, but were easily subdued by the young cultivator.

Soon, the city guards arrived, inquired about the matter, and arrested the group of thugs. They would be forced to mine in the city lord's mines for a year to atone for their crimes!

The people around applauded and cheered, and the old man gratefully said to the young monk, "Thank you, sir."

The young cultivator smiled and said, "Old man, you're too kind. It's what I should do."

Yang Hongbo watched this scene with inward admiration. He knew that this young cultivator was not only powerful, but also had a strong sense of justice and was full of care for ordinary people.

At this moment, the two cultivators who had been in the teahouse also came out. Seeing this scene, they both gave the young cultivator a thumbs up. The first cultivator said apologetically, "Friend, I was wrong just now. Your actions have greatly inspired me."

The young cultivator smiled and said, "It's alright. It's our duty as cultivators to protect ordinary people."

Yang Hongbo also walked over and said to the young monk, "My friend, you have done very well. This world needs monks like you who have a heart full of justice."

The young monk humbly replied, "You flatter me, senior. I only did what I was supposed to do."

Yang Hongbo nodded: "Okay, I hope you can always keep this original intention. Maybe you think I'm performing on stage and you're watching the show with great interest from below, but how do you know that I'm not narrating life on stage while watching you perform from below? Life is like a play, and a play is like life. We are all playing our own roles on this stage, but as long as we have justice in our hearts and care for others, we can put on a wonderful drama of life."

The young cultivator nodded thoughtfully: "What you say is absolutely right, senior. I will keep it in mind."

As dusk approached, Yang Hongbo bid farewell to the group and began his return to Lianbo Mountain. He knew that the story of Qingmang City would continue to unfold in this mortal world, and that those cultivators who held righteousness in their hearts and cared for ordinary people would continue to write their own legends.