He transformed from a fierce tiger pillar into a martial saint.

Wang Mengzhao and Liu Dongliang did not respond to Chu Yang's modest words.

After all, they were martial artists with internal strength, having come from the ranks of martial artists with external strength.

They certainly understood that moving from Ming Jin (manifest strength) to An Jin (hidden strength) was a major hurdle.

Chu Yang's current outstanding performance does not mean he will continue to be outstanding in the future, and he may not even be able to break through to the Dark Force level.

Shen Junhao said with a smile, "Junior Brother Chu, please take a seat as well."

"Today, I won't let you and your two senior brothers order. I'll take charge myself and bring out all the signature dishes here!"

Clearly, Shen Junhao had already arranged everything.

Soon, the servants of the Misty Rain Pavilion brought the dishes to the table.

The person leading the servants was none other than Furong.

When Furong saw Chu Yang in the room, she was taken aback.

Clearly, she hadn't expected Chu Yang to be at the banquet arranged by Shen Junhao.

Of course, Furong was also very polite and didn't deliberately greet Chu Yang.

As the most upscale private room, the Zuihua Court will be equipped with a corresponding number of maids depending on the number of guests.

These maids were very observant, promptly serving tea and wine to the guests, clearing away clutter from the plates, and even removing bones and other debris from the food, placing them on small plates for the guests to eat.

After several rounds of drinks...

Shen Junhao smiled and said, "Junior Brother Chu, I won't beat around the bush. I'd like to invite you to take a position at my Shen family. The monthly salary is eight taels of silver, plus four servings of cultivation medicine. The quality of that medicine is on par with our martial arts school."

"Go if there's anything to do, otherwise just focus on your cultivation. And if there's a major mission, there will be extra rewards."

Upon hearing this, both Wang Mengzhao and Liu Dongliang raised their eyebrows.

This treatment is already considered top-tier for a Ming Jin martial artist. Is it worth it?

However, since the compensation was not their decision, they did not offer any opinions.

Since the Lin family and others from Dongcheng wanted to hire him for a temporary position at the martial arts school, he had carefully inquired about the benefits of such a position.

The treatment Shen Junhao offered was indeed top-tier for a Ming Jin disciple.

Chu Yang said, "Since Senior Brother Shen is willing, how could I refuse?"

Upon hearing Chu Yang's agreement, Shen Junhao let out a hearty laugh: "Good! Junior Brother Chu is indeed straightforward!"

"Come on, let's have a drink!"

After the banquet ended.

Shen Junhao said, "Junior Brother Chu, I've already booked a room at this Misty Rain Pavilion, and there will be beautiful women to keep me company..."

Chu Yang cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Shen, I won't stay any longer. I need to go home."

Wang Mengzhao was clearly quite tipsy, and said, "Junior Brother Chu, the path of martial arts cultivation is rather dull and boring. It's only natural to have some entertainment!"

"Let me tell you, the girls your senior brother Shen arranges are all top-notch..."

As for Liu Dongliang, he remained taciturn despite having drunk the wine. He got up and, supported by his maid, went to his room.

Chu Yang said, "Senior brothers, I won't stay any longer."

Seeing that Chu Yang insisted, Shen Junhao smiled and said, "Alright, Junior Brother Chu, you can go back now if you have something to do."

"I'll have Yanyu Tower arrange a carriage to take you back!"

Clearly, Shen Junhao had intended for Wang Mengzhao, Liu Dongliang, and Chu Yang to stay overnight at Yanyu Tower from the beginning, so he had already sent his own carriage back.

Chu Yang waved his hand: "Senior Brother Shen, there's no need to make any more arrangements. I'll just take a walk to digest my food."

Shen Junhao said, "Alright, then I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Afterwards, Shen Junhao and the others, each served by a maid, went to their respective rooms.

Chu Yang then walked out of the Misty Rain Pavilion.

At this moment, the inner city is brightly lit, and many taverns and teahouses are still bustling with people.

Soon, Chu Yang walked out of the inner city.

The outer city was relatively quiet, with many shops in the market area already closed.

Only a few shops were still open.

However, generally speaking, there are usually quite strong men guarding the shop.

"Grandpa, please have mercy and give me a steamed bun!"

A middle-aged man in tattered clothes, with a pleading look on his face, spoke to a blacksmith shop owner.

The middle-aged man was wearing shoes with his toes showing and his heels worn out, clearly worn out from a long journey.

Their accent was not that of Zhouping County; they were clearly migrants from other places.

At that moment, the blacksmith shop owner was having dinner with two handymen and his family.

The meals were relatively simple, consisting of a few steamed buns and a bowl of cabbage and fatty pork slices.

However, even in the quiet night, the aroma of food wafted out.

The blacksmith said, "Get out of the way!"

Upon hearing the blacksmith's words, a hint of anger flashed in the eyes hidden beneath the disheveled hair of the vagrant.

His hand even reached for his waist, but he seemed to refrain from doing so when he saw how strong the blacksmith and the men were.

The refugee walked toward the street in the distance.

The blacksmith shop owner looked disgusted: "These bastards from out of town, begging us for food. Don't they know how heavy their taxes are these days?!"

"You lot, if you see these homeless people begging again, beat them up! Don't give them any!"

The blacksmith knew perfectly well that rashly giving alms to these vagrants would only bring him trouble!

A few days ago, the shoe shop next door gave alms to two homeless people, and the next day those two homeless people came back with two more homeless people.

The shoe shop owner refused to give any more money, but the vagrants then accused him and sat down on the ground outside the shop, refusing to leave.

Later, the shoe shop owner paid the yamen runners to clear away the vagrants.

Soon, Chu Yang arrived outside the city.

Near a ditch not far outside the city, two figures lay on the ground.

The two were twelve or thirteen years old.

He was so thin he was skin and bones, and he was in a state where he could only breathe in but not out.

Without supplies, we probably won't survive the night.

Chu Yang touched his chest.

He carried two cakes, made by a bakery near the Misty Rain Pavilion, whose ingredients were naturally far superior to those of shops outside the city.

Chu Yang passed by, smelled the aroma and thought it smelled good, so he bought two tickets to take back to his mother to try.

Chu Yang tore off a piece of cake from his pocket, divided it into two pieces, and threw them directly in front of the two men.

The two men seemed to have seen a savior. The food inspired their life potential, and they were able to struggle to grab the pancakes and stuff them into their mouths.

Chu Yang did not stop walking; he left the outer city and headed towards Chu Family Village.

After walking about 500 meters, we arrived at a quiet grove of trees.

Chu Yang stopped and turned around.

"You've been following me for so long, why aren't you coming out?"

A figure emerged from behind a tree; it was none other than the vagrant who had been begging at the blacksmith's shop.

Beneath the disheveled face of the refugee, a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

Give me all the food you have!

The refugee spoke in a broken accent.

At the same time, he had already pulled a machete from his waist.

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