Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

He was fast, but what about his people?

Do you think those old people, those children, and those disciples with low cultivation levels can escape?

He gritted his teeth, struggled internally for a long time, and finally nodded helplessly.

"Alright... I agree."

Bai He's voice was weary, like that of an old man crushed by life. "But I would like to ask, what kind of treatment will we receive after joining the Spirit Hall?"

Yang Jian held up one finger and said in a calm tone: "First, an annual allowance of 100,000 gold soul coins will be used for the daily expenses of the Min clan."

The white crane's eyes lit up.

"Secondly, there are bonuses for meritorious service, the specific amount of which depends on the magnitude of the merit."

The white crane's breathing quickened.

"Third, the Spirit Hall will arrange accommodations. You won't have to live in this dilapidated house anymore. You can choose from Heaven Dou City, Spirit City, Gengxin City, etc."

Baihe's hands began to tremble.

"Fourth, cultivation resources will be distributed regularly and in fixed quantities. Meditation techniques, soul bones, pills—whatever you need, the Spirit Hall will provide."

The white crane's beak was open and could not be closed.

His eyes were red and tears were welling up, but he held them back.

The number 100,000 gold soul coins echoed repeatedly in his mind.

The Min clan currently earns less than a thousand gold soul coins annually.

He led his people on long journeys, taking on all sorts of dangerous missions, hunting spirit beasts, escorting caravans, and working as bodyguards. He did all kinds of jobs, but he couldn't save much money at the end of the year.

The people of the tribe were starving and cold, the children were malnourished, and the elderly were plagued by illnesses and did not even have the money to see a doctor or buy medicine.

As the clan leader, he saw it all and was anxious, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Now, the Spirit Hall is offering 100,000 gold spirit coins, a bonus, accommodation, and cultivation resources. He simply can't find a reason to refuse.

Although the Min clan has a grudge against the Spirit Hall, to be honest, they brought what happened back then upon themselves.

The four single-attribute families fought against the Spirit Hall alongside the Clear Sky Sect, but were suppressed, hunted down, and ostracized.

If anyone's to blame, it's the Haotian Sect.

The Haotian Sect used them as cannon fodder, discarding them after they were done, without even an apology.

Although the Spirit Hall is ruthless, at least they have been given a way out.

Chapter 138 This is outrageous!

"I...I represent the Min clan and agree to join the Spirit Hall."

The white crane pretended to think for a moment, then nodded slightly in agreement.

He didn't want Yang Jian to think he agreed too readily, lest he be looked down upon later, but his acting skills were really not good, and he couldn't hide the excitement and joy in his eyes at all.

Yang Jian saw through it but didn't say anything. He nodded, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky outside.

The sun was already setting in the west, and the horizon was tinged with orange-red; it would soon be dark.

Bai He also stood up, walked to Yang Jian's side, and said in a more respectful tone: "It's getting late. If you don't mind, please have a simple meal at my humble abode. It's just a simple meal, nothing special."

Yang Jian thought about it and did not refuse.

Anyway, he's not in a hurry; he can eat first and then leave.

"Thank you for your help, Chief Bai."

Bai He quickly waved his hand and said with a smile, "No trouble at all, please have a seat, I will go and make the arrangements."

He walked out of the room, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Bai Chenxiang was still standing at the door when she saw her grandfather come out. She wanted to follow him to find out what was going on, but Bai He waved his hand, signaling her not to follow.

Helpless, Bai Chenxiang could only stand there and watch her grandfather's figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

Yang Jian sat in the room for a while, then got bored and got up to walk out of the room and stroll around the courtyard.

The yard isn't big; you can walk around it in just a few minutes.

He walked to the old locust tree and looked at the old men playing chess.

The old man wasn't very good at chess, but he played very seriously, thinking long and hard about each move.

Feeling bored, Yang Jian walked to a corner of the courtyard and watched the young people cultivate.

The young people practiced with great dedication, their clothes soaked with sweat. Their boxing was rough, their legwork clumsy, and their meditation techniques ineffective, but they were very hardworking.

Yang Jian looked at them, recalled his days six years ago, and turned to continue walking.

As he walked, he realized that someone was following him.

The footsteps were very light, almost inaudible, but they did not escape his ears.

The person followed behind him, keeping a certain distance, sometimes hiding behind a tree, sometimes lurking in a corner, thinking he was hiding very well.

Yang Jian didn't turn around and kept walking.

He crossed the courtyard, walked out the gate, and entered the alley.

He wandered through the alleys, turning left and right, going uphill and downhill, his speed varying from fast to slow.

The person behind him followed closely, almost losing him several times, but he gritted his teeth and caught up each time.

After circling around a few times, Yang Jian suddenly sped up, turned into a small alley, stopped, turned around, leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and waited.

The footsteps grew closer, and the person turned the corner and crashed into the alley.

White agarwood.

She looked up and saw Yang Jian leaning against the wall, looking at her with a half-smile. She was stunned.

Her face flushed instantly, burning red, so red that even the tips of her ears turned a faint pink. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know what to say.

Why are you following me?

Yang Jian looked at her, his tone calm.

Bai Chenxiang hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and said softly, "I...I think you might be a bad person. Your intentions are not pure. My grandfather has been deceived by you."

Yang Jian was speechless. He shook his head and turned to leave.

Bai Chenxiang stood there, stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

"Why are you following me again?" Yang Jian didn't turn around.

Bai Chenxiang hesitated for a moment, then mustered her courage and asked, "I heard Grandpa say that even he can't beat you, isn't that wrong?"

"Grandpa may not be good at attacking, but he's still a Contra Master. You look only a few years older than me, so it's definitely impossible."

"Could it be that you and my grandfather conspired together to put on an act?"

Yang Jian did not answer, and continued walking forward at a leisurely pace.

Bai Chenxiang became even more curious, but she didn't dare to ask too many questions. She followed behind Yang Jian, watching his back, her heart filled with doubt.

Just how high is this person's cultivation level?

……

Yang Jian strolled around the streets for a while, and seeing that it was getting dark, he turned around and returned to the courtyard of the Min clan.

He pushed open the gate and stepped into the courtyard, where the aroma of food wafted towards him.

Several tables were set up under the old locust tree, and the tables were full of dishes, including fish, meat, chicken, duck, several kinds of vegetables, and a large pot of soup.

The dishes didn't look particularly appealing, but the portions were very generous, piled up like a small mountain.

Bai Chenxiang followed behind Yang Jian, staring blankly at the table full of dishes.

She rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.

She hadn't seen a banquet of this caliber in a long time.

The last time I saw him was a few years ago, when my grandfather celebrated his birthday.

At that time, the Min clan was not so poor and could still barely keep a facade of wealth.

Now, this meal has probably emptied the family's coffers.

Grandpa has gone mad. How will the Min family live in the future?

Bai Chenxiang's nose tingled, her eyes reddened, and she bit her lip, holding back her tears.

The other clansmen in the courtyard were also discussing it.

They pointed at the table full of dishes, whispering among themselves, their faces full of incomprehension and dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong with the clan leader? Why did you suddenly set up such a big table?"

"I don't know, what day is it today? Chinese New Year is still a long way off."

"Did you see that boy in white? The clan chief seems to be entertaining him."

"Why should our clan leader spend so much money on a mere brat?"

"Exactly, this is outrageous! The clan is barely scraping by, why are they having a banquet?"

The discussions grew louder and more discontented.

Several older members of the clan frowned, their faces grim, and their gazes toward Yang Jian were filled with hostility.

At this moment, Baihe came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of soup.

He placed the soup on the table, wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and saw Yang Jian. He quickly went to greet him with a big smile.

"Your Excellency, the meal is ready. Please take your seat."

"Come, sit here."

He led Yang Jian to the head seat, pulled out a chair, and gestured for him to sit down.

Yang Jian didn't stand on ceremony and sat down in a very natural and generous manner.

The clansmen in the courtyard were in an uproar when they saw this.