Miscommunication and Wild Gestures

Bai Yang's mind was blank. A beautiful girl was personally feeding him—he had never experienced anything like this. Even back on Earth, no matter how rich someone was, few enjoyed such treatment.

So, dazed and confused, he opened his mouth whenever the girl fed him something and drank whatever she gave him.

Under the girl's feeding, he downed an entire bowl of emerald-green wine. A few seconds later, blood gushed from his nose, and he toppled over, unconscious...

The entire hall fell silent. Over a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Bai Yang sprawled on the floor, collectively dumbfounded.

The girl who had been feeding Bai Yang blinked, looked around, and quickly waved her hands. "It wasn't me! I didn't do anything to him! I don't know what happened either..."

"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and carry him to a room!" the white-bearded old man snapped, snapping out of his shock. Then he looked around the hall and shouted, "Hu Zi, go find Old Man Mu right now!"

Hu Zi—whom Bai Yang had dubbed Number Three Barbarian—froze for a moment, then dropped the meat bone in his hand and rushed out in a flurry.

Bai Yang, still unconscious and bleeding from the nose, was hastily carried to a room on the second floor of the treehouse. A crowd of people milled around anxiously. If the white-bearded old man hadn't shooed them away, the dozen or so burly men would have packed the small room to bursting.

The girl who had fed Bai Yang kept wiping his nose with a rough cloth, but the blood kept flowing, impossible to stop.

Before long, an old man in a coarse blue cloth robe arrived. He shooed everyone away, sat down by the bed, pulled off Bai Yang's gloves to take his pulse, and then pried open Bai Yang's eyelids to examine him.

Throughout the process, the people around held their breath, not daring to make a sound.

Once the blue-robed old man finished, the white-bearded old man quickly asked, "Old Man Mu, what's wrong with this young man?"

The blue-robed old man stood up and said irritably, "This young man is fine. He's just too weak. The White Fruit Brew you gave him is packed with things that replenish blood and qi. His body couldn't handle it—the qi and blood surged to his heart and knocked him out. Give him some cooling medicinal soup later, and he'll be fine."

"Good, good, that's a relief," the white-bearded old man said, exhaling in relief.

What a mess. Who would have thought that Bai Yang couldn't even handle a single bowl of the White Fruit Brew they drank like water?

White Fruit Brew was made from dozens of fruits mixed with ingredients that replenish blood and qi. It could be called a fruit wine or a medicinal wine. For these men, who seemed to grow nothing but muscle and barely any brains, drinking it was harmless. But Bai Yang's "frail" frame couldn't take it. Luckily, he only had one bowl. If he'd had more, the qi and blood rushing to his heart might have burned him to death.

When Bai Yang groggily woke up, he saw a pair of bright, big eyes staring unblinkingly at him. Then, with a smile, the girl babbled something and ran off.

Bai Yang scratched his head. After a moment of recollection, he remembered that he'd drunk something and inexplicably passed out.

Once he figured that out, he almost slapped himself. Stupid mouth, eating random stuff. Lucky I didn't die.

"I think I passed out from drinking alcohol and had a nosebleed. Was the wine poisoned? No, that doesn't make sense. I'm not only fine, I feel full of energy, like I have endless strength. Especially my head—it's crystal clear..."

Bai Yang racked his brain but couldn't figure it out. Then he tilted his head and froze, almost laughing himself silly.

In the room, not far away, Number One Barbarian and Number Three Barbarian were each studying one of his belongings. Number One Barbarian was wrestling with his gloves, trying to put them on but failing, and ended up tearing them apart. He was scratching his head in confusion.

Number Three Barbarian was even more ridiculous. He was examining Bai Yang's flashlight with the electric rod function. Fascinated by the light that turned on with a press, he kept shining it into his own eyes, clicking it on and off. But when he pressed the red button on the flashlight, a crackling sound erupted. The guy's hair stood on end, his whole body convulsed, and he fell flat on the floor with a dull thud...

This scene was witnessed by the waking Bai Yang, the girl who had returned, and the white-bearded old man she had brought.

Bai Yang was secretly amused. The electric rod wasn't worth much—breaking it was no big deal. But this was the first time he'd seen someone zap themselves with it. The guy was built like an ox, so Bai Yang wasn't worried he'd be seriously hurt.

The others, after a moment of shock, scrambled to check on Number Three Barbarian. Only when he staggered to his feet and refused to touch the fallen electric rod did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Then the white-bearded old man carefully picked up Bai Yang's electric rod, brought it over, and placed it beside him. He babbled something incomprehensible, then spoke to the girl for a while before leaving the room with Number One and Number Three Barbarians.

"%&...*￥...%￥," the girl said to Bai Yang with her big eyes.

But who the hell knew what she was saying.

The girl was dressed like a summer city beauty, but Bai Yang had no mind to admire her. He let out a soft gasp and patted himself down. Luckily, his phone was still in his pocket. Sneaking a glance at the time when she wasn't looking, he immediately scrambled to his feet.

"Oh no, oh no, it's already twelve. It's noon back there, and there's no signal here. If I'm out of contact too long, Mom and Dad will probably call the cops."

Muttering to himself, Bai Yang grabbed the electric rod beside him and ran out. In his panic, he forgot the house was built in a tree and nearly pitched headfirst out the door.

The girl behind him babbled as she chased after him, but Bai Yang couldn't understand a word and didn't care. He hurried down the stairs to the hall where he'd eaten before passing out. The people were still there, gathered in a circle discussing something.

When Bai Yang appeared, over a dozen eyes locked onto him.

"Uh, you guys keep busy. I have to go now. I'll be back."

Whether they understood him or not, Bai Yang dropped those words and ran outside. Once outside, he saw that it was around noon here too. White sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting beautiful patches of light on the jungle floor.

He went down the stairs to the ground and headed for the main gate. He didn't want to vanish into thin air in front of these people.

But as he ran, the people behind him, not knowing what was happening, hesitated for a moment before giving chase. Someone shouted something, and before Bai Yang had run twenty meters, he was tackled to the ground.

A half-grown boy with bulging muscles pinned Bai Yang to the ground with one hand, grinning stupidly at the pursuers. The white-bearded old man whacked him with a stick, then carefully helped Bai Yang up, babbling apologetically.

"Kid, don't be so rough. Can I handle you barbarians?" Bai Yang grimaced as he stood up, muttering to himself.

But he couldn't understand a word the white-bearded old man said, leading to an awkward back-and-forth of each talking past the other.

What followed was a round of wild gesturing. Both sides had to guess and piece things together, barely grasping each other's meaning.

Bai Yang gathered that the old man was urging him to stay longer. He even pointed at the pretty girl, though Bai Yang couldn't tell if he was offering her to him or saying she'd take care of him while he was there.

It took Bai Yang half the day of gesturing to make the old man understand that he had urgent business and had to leave, but he promised to return.

What a hassle. Something that could have been said in a few words turned into both sides flailing around like madmen because of the language barrier.

Once the old man understood Bai Yang's intent, he had someone bring out a black jar and a cloth bundle tied into a package, offering them as gifts. Bai Yang said he had nothing to give in return but promised to bring gifts next time.

Then Bai Yang walked out of the village gate. Ignoring whether anyone was secretly following, he turned a corner and vanished from this world...

After Bai Yang left, the girl looked utterly dejected. Her eyes reddened, and she ran off. The white-bearded old man let out a helpless sigh.

A short while later, several people ran back from outside the village to report.

"The village chief, we just now secretly followed him, but discovered that after he avoided our line of sight, he vanished in an instant," said a hunter, the most experienced in the village.

"I understand. Let it be, as if nothing ever happened. Ah..." The white-bearded old man sighed, waved his hand, and turned to walk toward his treehouse.

"He must be some young master from a big family somewhere. The fabric of the clothes he wore—we mountain folk have never even seen its like. Pampered and spoiled, he couldn't even feed himself, and he carried a divine path cultivator's refined magic tool (Electric Rod) on him. When he left, there was no sound at all—probably a powerful servant took him away... I hope we've planted a seed of goodwill, that one day he might come back to look in on us... It's just a pity for Little Cat. He never took a liking to her, or he would have taken her along when he left..."

The white-bearded village chief sighed helplessly, now utterly convinced of Bai Yang's 'status.'

For mountain folk like them, hosting a wealthy and powerful figure was a kind of honor!

As for the fact that Bai Yang couldn't even understand their language—that was no problem at all. This world was far too vast; every ten li, a different accent, every hundred li, a different tongue. It was perfectly normal for a guest from afar not to understand what they said...

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