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

Two years later, in the Yang family's ancestral space, thunder and lightning roared incessantly as Yang Hongbo began his ascension to the Immortal Emperor realm.

All the celestial energy in the space converged on Yang Hongbo, and a massive beam of light shot into the sky, illuminating the entire family space with dazzling brilliance.

Gradually, all the strange phenomena stopped, and Yang Hongbo officially stepped into the Immortal Emperor Realm. He hurriedly took out the super upgrade core, held it in his hand, and issued the absorption command.

Soon, the core dispersed and burrowed into Yang Hongbo's limbs and bones. Yang Hongbo also felt the changes in his body. Fortunately, he had already cultivated the Immaculate Golden Body, so the phenomenon of black mud like excrement coming out of his body surface would no longer occur.

Then his bones also changed. Originally, his bones were three times harder than diamonds, but this time they were increased to a hundred times harder. His skin also became polarized. When it was hard, it was ten times harder than diamonds, and when it was soft, it was softer than water.

At that moment, a voice appeared in Yang Hongbo's mind: "You are about to ascend to godhood and begin the trial of ten incarnations of the Golden Body!"

In an instant, Yang Hongbo's consciousness sank.

Suddenly, Yang Hongbo woke up. He had no memories of his past life; he was now just a ten-year-old beggar on the street.

This is an ancient world of mortals. Yang Hongbo has not been able to beg for any food for two days. After being hungry for two days, his stomach has begun to protest strongly, making a constant "gurgling" sound!

He had drunk water several times, and although his stomach felt bloated when he first drank it, the burning hunger returned a few minutes later.

Just then, an old beggar from nearby came over and handed him half a rye bread: "Young man, you must be starving. Here, take this and eat!"

These rye cakes are actually made by steaming a mixture of wheat bran, rice bran, and sawdust. They don't have much nutritional value, but they're good for filling your stomach.

Starving, Yang Hongbo took the biscuit and began to wolf it down. Although the rye biscuit was very spicy, it was better than enduring the heartburn in his stomach!

After eating half a rye cake, Yang Hongbo felt much better. He weakly said to the old beggar, "Thank you, grandpa!"

The old beggar stretched out a thin, bony hand and stroked Yang Hongbo's head before sitting down on the ground beside him.

"Hey kid, where are you from?"

"I don't know, I think I've been here since I was born!"

"Poor child!"

The two stopped talking and quietly watched the people walking by.

Even beggars have their own territories in the city. There aren't many restaurants or eateries in the area where the two old people live, so there are few beggars. In the big restaurants, because customers often throw leftover food scraps into the garbage dump, the beggars there are all burly men.

The old beggar, having lived for decades, had some experience. When he saw a kind-looking passerby, he would call out, "Have mercy on us, boss! Please give us some food!"

Although not everyone will be so compassionate, if one or two people donate a penny or two every day or two, the old man and his family can solve their daily food problem. Although this food problem is only two steamed buns for one penny, as long as they don't starve to death, there is hope!

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Yang Hongbo is now fifteen years old. Although he is thin and only the size of a normal twelve-year-old, at least he has grown up.

He noticed that there were actually many odd jobs on the street, the best being the job of moving grain in the grain store. Because the grain was delivered at irregular times, the workers who moved the grain were all hired on a temporary basis.

Not many city dwellers want to do this job, and the strong beggars are too lazy to do it. It's also hard to find people from the countryside for this job, so there's a shortage of people for it.

However, hiring temporary workers was definitely not enough to meet the work requirements, making the moving work very slow, and the boss would always complain and grumble.

Yang Hongbo had an idea. He took a bath in the river outside the city, and then took a set of clothes that he had picked up from the garbage dump. Although they were old, they were still in good condition. After washing and drying them, he changed into them and no longer looked like a beggar.

That day, the grain store needed to move grain again, and Yang Hongbo approached the person in charge: "Sir, can I do this job? I only need half the pay!"

The person in charge initially didn't want him because he was so thin, but when he heard that he only wanted half the wages, he figured he could keep half for himself, so he agreed.

This batch of grain totaled 20,000 jin, in 200 bags. It was unloaded from the horse-drawn cart outside the yard into the granary inside. The distance was only a dozen meters. The normal wage was one wen for unloading two bags. There were three people doing the work. The other two men were stronger and could carry two bags at a time, while Yang Hongbo could only carry one bag at a time, and he had to force himself to do it.

He had only unloaded forty bags when he finished. A normal person would get twenty coins, but he only needed half, so he got ten coins.

He forced himself to finish the job, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, but the fact that he had received ten coins for the first time filled him with immense excitement. He immediately went to the steamed bun shop, bought four steamed buns, and returned to the old beggar's side.

"Grandpa, look! I made some money today and bought some steamed buns. Let's eat them while they're hot!"

Yang Hongbo gave the old beggar two steamed buns, and the two began to wolf them down.

After finishing the steamed buns, Yang Hongbo stretched and yawned, "Ah! That felt so good! This is the first time in my life I've ever eaten two steamed buns."

"Hey kid, what kind of work did you do today?"

"Oh, I went to the grain store to unload the goods and earned ten coins. Grandpa, we won't go hungry anymore!"

"Oh, thank you for your hard work!"

"It's alright, Grandpa. As long as you're alive, there's hope!"

As the food improved, Yang Hongbo's strength gradually increased, and he was able to carry more and more grain. Even the person in charge hoped that he would do more, so they would often give Yang Hongbo a pound or two of broken rice that was left on the cart as a reward to win his favor.

Yang Hongbo also discovered a small eatery nearby that served a dish called "Big Mixed Stew," which was a stew of various vegetables, including leafy greens, rotten roots, minced pork, and offal, all cooked together in one pot. It cost two coins a bowl. Although the taste wasn't great, it did contain meat.

Every few days, Yang Hongbo would pack a portion to take back and share with the old beggar. Each of them would take a steamed bun, pick up a piece of the mixed stew with their chopsticks, and take a bite of the steamed bun. Ah, that's how life goes!

Five more years have passed. After supplementing his diet, Yang Hongbo's physique is no different from that of a normal person. Moreover, he has become incredibly strong. He no longer needs to carry grain, since that job is not stable.

He found a job as a waiter, earning 500 coins a month. Sometimes, he would get a few coins as a tip from generous customers. The restaurant owner also allowed customers to take home leftover dishes and wine if they agreed.

He rented a small house for two taels of silver a year. The old beggar no longer needed to go out to make a living. He would sit at the door and bask in the sun every day. If Yang Hongbo brought back the leftover wine from the restaurant, the two of them could have a drink together in the evening.

The old beggar was getting older and older, and he often sat motionless at the door. Every time Yang Hongbo came back, he had to carry him into the house.

Finally, when Yang Hongbo returned home that night, the old beggar was no longer breathing. Yang Hongbo cried out in grief, "Grandpa!" and knelt down in front of the old beggar. He recalled that when he was a child, if his grandfather hadn't given him a rye cake, he might have died.

The two never asked each other's names; the old beggar always called him "boy," and he called the old beggar "grandpa."

Suddenly, a golden light emanated from the old beggar's body. Within the golden light, the old beggar looked at Yang Hongbo and said with a smile, "Boy, you're very good." Then, Yang Hongbo's consciousness sank again.

But a voice echoed in his mind: "The First Golden Body!"