The destiny of all heavens begins in the Red Chamber

"What's the rush? If this soup isn't cooked thoroughly, it'll give you an upset stomach and make you sick!"

The one called Brother Huan was the oldest boy. He spoke rudely, which immediately silenced the other boys, showing that he was quite influential.

At this moment, around the campfire where the boys were sitting, there was a makeshift stove hastily built with mud bricks from who-knows-where, and on it was a broken earthenware pot, which was making a bubbling sound as it boiled.

At the same time, a rich aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of ginger and garlic wafted through the mountain god temple.

"Alright, alright, wake those kids up!"

The boy, nicknamed Huan Ge, stirred the soup in the earthenware pot with a twig, tested the temperature with his tongue, and then called out, "We're all poor brothers, we should all be united and friendly!"

"It's only because Brother Huan is kind-hearted that those younger ones have food to eat!"

A boy muttered as he got up and shouted into the dark corner of the mountain god temple, "Get up, get up! Brother Huan's soup is ready. Get up and have some to warm yourselves up!"

The next moment, a commotion arose from a dark corner of the mountain god temple, accompanied by the crying of a child.

This instantly transformed the originally gloomy and terrifying environment into one full of life.

"All you do is cry, cry, cry. You're not even happy when we give you a hot meal?"

The boy stood up, looking impatient, and snapped, "Aren't you coming over here? Looking for a fight?"

Suddenly, the crying in the dark corner stopped, and a dozen or so children, the oldest being eight and the youngest probably only three, walked over timidly, their faces still showing signs of sleepiness.

Like the boys, they were dressed in tattered clothes, but their faces were clean, indicating that they took good care of themselves. However, their bodies were just as thin as the boys'.

The children, already catching the rich aroma, were instantly wide awake and stared longingly at the broken pottery jar, some even drooling.

"Are you all up? I was lucky enough to catch two snakes and made a pot of snake soup!"

With a smile, Jia Huan took out a dozen or so cold, hard, and incomplete dark brown steamed buns from the tattered bag beside him, and distributed half to each of the dozen or so children and teenagers.

Although these steamed buns were of very poor quality, they were not covered in dust or dirt. They were defective products that he had obtained from restaurants and steamed bun shops in the evening.

"Don't rush, the older one should help the younger one, let the younger one finish eating first!"

Under Jia Huan's direction, the boys impatiently helped the children soak their half-slices of steamed buns in the soup in the earthenware pot before they ate them with gusto.

Although there wasn't much food, the oily soup and half a steamed bun made the children's faces rosy. Despite their lingering gazes at the fragrant broken earthenware pot, none of them asked for more.

Now it was the boys' turn to eat.

"Oh, what a delicious smell! Jia Huan, what are you eating?"

Just then, a somewhat rough voice came, followed by three tall figures who strode into the mountain god temple, which was only partially covered by a broken door.

The dozen or so children, who had initially seemed reluctant to leave, turned pale with fright upon seeing the newcomer and scurried into a dark corner like startled rabbits.

The boys did the same, hurriedly hiding the half-eaten steamed buns in their hands behind their backs, shrinking behind Jia Huan, the leader, and not daring to utter a sound.

Ignoring the frightened children, Jia Huan stood up and greeted them, "Master Wu Xiang!"

Ah!

As Wu Xiangzhu entered, he let out a soft hum. The five burlap sacks on his body were particularly conspicuous, indicating that he was a fifth-generation disciple of the Beggars' Sect.

The two burly men following behind carried three small burlap sacks on their backs; they were clearly Wu Xiangzhu's trusted underlings.

Although they were all Beggar Clan disciples, their faces and heads were clean, and they wore light blue outfits. They exuded a strong and capable aura, and they did not look like Beggar Clan disciples at all.

"I don't need to remind you what day it is today. Is the money all prepared?"

"It's all ready, Master Wuxiang, please wait a moment!"

With a smile on his face, Jia Huan turned around, picked up a bamboo pole from his feet, and casually pointed it at the top of his head.

The next moment, a bundle fell from the roof beam, making a metallic clanging sound as it hit the ground.

The package was tightly bound and made of linen, which prevented the contents from being exposed.

"The five taels of silver and five thousand five hundred copper coins are all inside. Master Wu Xiang can count them carefully!"

Jia Huan picked up the package and handed it directly to the burly man next to Wu Xiangzhu, complaining, "Xiangzhu, could you fix the exchange rate between silver and copper coins, or at least make it the same as the market rate? I always get 1 to 1100, which is too unfair!"

While complaining, he turned to his young subordinates and said irritably, "What are you standing there for? Give Master Wu Xiang and your two brothers a bowl of snake soup each, and put in plenty of snake meat. Don't you have any sense of propriety?"

After saying that, he personally took a clean, broken porcelain bowl, filled it with more than half a bowl of snake meat, and presented it to the fierce-looking Master Wu Xiang with a smile on his face.

No one noticed that just as he filled the bowl with snake meat, a tiny bit of fine powder fell into it.

"You're quite clever, kid!"

Wu Xiangzhu had a fierce-looking face full of fat, and his smile was even more terrifying.

He laughed and cursed, but didn't rush to eat the fragrant snake soup in the bowl. Instead, he waited for his two trusted confidants to wolf down the food in the bowl before happily finishing it all.

Jia Huan saw this and his eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, but he didn't show any unusual expression.

The 'material' has already been added silently; how could this fellow possibly avoid it by being careful and cautious?

After he finished eating the bowl full of snake soup, his two trusted henchmen had already counted the money. They nodded to indicate that the amount was correct, and then laughed and said, "You're pretty good, kid. You've been able to pay your monthly bills on time for the past few months. It looks like it won't be long before you have another sack of money!"

"It's all thanks to the sect leader's guidance; otherwise, no matter how capable this kid is, he wouldn't be able to show his full potential!"

Jia Huan smiled and flattered, "I hope the incense master won't forget the favors I've done!"

"Haha, don't worry, as long as you do a good job, you'll not only get more sacks, but you'll also learn a lot of amazing martial arts skills!"

Master Wu was clearly quite satisfied with Jia Huan's tact and understanding.

However, when he saw the cautious young boys in the mountain god's temple, and the little boy hiding in the darkness, he couldn't help but sneer, "But you're still too kind-hearted!"

"If we follow my methods, our monthly income will be at least higher!"

"Hehe, the sect leader knows that I'm always soft-hearted and can't stand seeing children suffer!"

Jia Huan gave a wry smile and shook his head, saying, "I just can't bring myself to be so heartless!"

"Whatever you want!"

Wu Xiangzhu didn't take it seriously and waved his hand, saying, "As long as you pay your fixed share every two months, you can do whatever you want, but you can't neglect your martial arts!"

"Our Beggars' Clan is a renowned gang in the martial arts world. As a minor leader responsible for half of the county, you need to possess strength commensurate with a second-class disciple, otherwise, there's no way you can advance further!"

"Yes, yes, the sect leader is right. I will definitely strengthen my martial arts training in the future!"

Jia Huan found it amusing, but on the surface, he nodded cautiously repeatedly.

If I weren't still in the transitional phase of getting familiar with my surroundings and recovering my physical condition, believe me, I could slap you to death!

That's right, Jia Huan has time-traveled again!

The transmigrated persona is a second-class disciple in a county town near the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

To put it bluntly, they are still low-level members of the Beggars' Sect, but they have gained the qualifications to climb up.

It's only been three months since I transmigrated here!

During this period, he was getting to know his surroundings and recovering his physical condition.

Wu Xiangzhu was his superior, the five-bag incense master in charge of a county of the Beggars' Sect.

This guy is a typical gangster!

Relying on his status as the leader of the Beggars' Sect, he committed a considerable number of evil deeds, the details of which would absolutely make one's scalp tingle. Calling him a "devil on earth" would not be an exaggeration.

Once you think about how the Beggars' Sect is associated with certain evil deeds, you'll understand Jia Huan's meaning.

As a minor leader of the beggars' gang in the area around the Mountain God Temple, Jia Huan would never rely on harming young beggars or using trickery and deception to make money. Wouldn't that be a slap in the face to him?

He had to pay a monthly allowance of five taels of silver to Wu Xiangzhu, and no matter what methods he used, he could not pay a single penny less than his monthly allowance.

This was not a difficult task for Jia Huan; he could complete it easily.

Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to complete the task easily. Instead, he divided his monthly allowance of five taels of silver into smaller amounts, and as long as he could complete a certain amount of work each day, that would be fine.

Today marks the second time that Jia Huan's neighborhood, near the Mountain God Temple, has paid its fees!

Although Wu Xiangzhu is an absolute villain, he does have one redeeming quality: as long as his underlings complete their tasks, he doesn't bother with anything else.

In fact, if the task is completed on time and there is no sign of overdue fees, he will even give some verbal praise, which shows that he still has a bit of a leader's air about him.

Chapter 402 A Life of Poverty (Please Subscribe)

Watching Wu Xiangzhu and the others leave, Jia Huan's gaze turned deep and unfathomable.

This guy is now his number one target to kill!

He was capricious, cruel, and tyrannical. He would beat and scold anyone who displeased him, and he treated everyone the same. He had a son who was not yet an adult and was beaten to death.

When Jia Huan transmigrated, his predecessor had just been brutally beaten by this guy and died. Since he was reborn, he naturally had an obligation to help him take revenge.

Based on this alone, Jia Huan's intent to kill him wouldn't be too severe.

But this guy is also the mastermind behind the kidnapping and child trafficking gangs in Huarong, and the number of children and women harmed by him has far exceeded one hundred.

Calling him a 'devil among men' is not an exaggeration at all!

The reason the predecessor was beaten was that he disobeyed his orders and attacked the child of a small landlord in the area, which made the landlord feel that he had suffered a great loss and he took drastic measures.

Regardless of what their predecessors were like, they were all second-class disciples of the Beggars' Sect, and thus considered brothers within the sect.

Forced prostitution, cruel practices like raping and mutilating people were commonplace.

The reason this guy is so arrogant is because he is the leader of the Beggars' Sect and has considerable martial arts skills equivalent to a third-rate martial arts master.