Chen Yan walked several dozen ters, only to discover a slender and weak figure kneeling in an inconspicuous corner by the roadside, dressed in a hemp robe, with a white banner placed on the ground in front of her, inscribed with several lines of text.
This girl appeared no older than fourteen or fifteen, with a mortal physique, completely devoid of any Primordial Qi fluctuations. Her face was quite clean and delicate, but it was rely clean and delicate.
Probably because there were too many stalls seeking immortals and asking for dicine, she, a weak girl, could not compete for a good spot and could only kneel in the corner. If it weren’t for Chen Yan’s sharp eyes, seeing her behind the crowd surging toward him, he might have missed her.
However, Chen Yan’s heart stirred, and he slowly walked over. As he took step after step, the crowd imdiately parted obediently.
Standing in front of the girl, Chen Yan gazed down at her. The girl trembled with excitent but dared not raise her head to look at Chen Yan; she only knelt there, bowing repeatedly as she pleaded softly, "Immortal, have rcy, immortal, have rcy!"
Chen Yan glanced at the words on the white banner before her and said blandly, "Do you have a sick family mber?"
"My father is severely injured; dicine and stone are of no use, and we have no money left to treat him. I have no other path but to try my luck here..."
Chen Yan replied indifferently, "If I save your father, how will you repay ?"
The girl trembled violently, murmuring fearfully, "I am willing to be a horse or cow, bind grass and carry rings..."
Chen Yan nodded, asked a couple more questions, to which the girl stamred her answers, explaining that her father was a mountain woodcutter. One day, while seeking mountain goods with others, he hurriedly chased a beast and fell into a cliff, breaking his waist.
After being carried back by his companions, he has remained bedridden for over a month, and it seems he will not survive much longer.
"Alright, to serve as horse or cow, bind grass and carry rings, that is what you’ve said."
"I can swear an oath to heaven!" The girl’s eyes reddened, she lifted her head, her gaze resolute as she looked at Chen Yan.
"Serving as a horse or cow is not necessary; just help take care of soone. It’s not requiring you to sacrifice yourself. Hmm, beco a servant, look after his daily life, attend to als and laundry, and do so until old age, are you willing?"
The girl nodded with watery eyes, "I’m willing! There will be no regret!"
Chen Yan nodded, took out a Bone Pill, and tossed it to the girl: "Give it to your father to eat, his broken waist will naturally heal."
Then, he pulled out several jade coins and tossed them to a nearby nial disciple, "Help with sothing."
"Sir, just give the orders!"
"Take the money and exchange it for mortal gold and silver. Rent a small courtyard in the village beneath the mountain for her to reside in.
Then, go to the sect’s Southwest Cetery to find Steward Wang Guishan, tell him about this, and give him the address of the small courtyard too. Inform him that I sent you, whether he manages it or not, let it be according to his mood."
Hmm, Old Wang treats well.
To genuinely help him move forward, to truly allow him to forgive himself, finding him a substitute literature, also counts as lending him a hand.
As for whether Old Wang likes to dabble in substitute literature, Chen Yan doesn’t care.
Anyway, for this girl, it is great luck, able to save her critically injured and dying family and possibly gain an opportunity to interact with cultivators.
The two disciples accepted Chen Yan’s instructions, respectfully stepped aside, and then Chen Yan lightly shook his sleeve. Using an Escape Rune Technique, his figure soared into the air, leaving behind a burst of astonished cries.
A disciple looked complexly at Chen Yan’s departing silhouette, glanced down at the girl kneeling in bewildernt, sighed: "Stand up, your luck has turned."
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Ten miles outside the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect was a village.
And within a hundred miles stood a city.
The na of this city, was Joyful City...
Chen Yan arrived outside the city, seeing the city’s na, couldn’t help but grin.
The na just crosses the line!
If it were in his own world’s ho, this na might be so nightclub’s sign, inviting a crackdown on prostitution.
The city wasn’t large, but it was the closest sizable city to the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect.
Not heavily populated, it was divided into inner and outer cities, the outer city for mortals, the inner city for cultivators.
Due to its proximity to the colossal sect, the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect, there were quite a number of cultivators in the city, and a few supposedly powerful cultivation families thrived, relying on the sect for survival, with familial ties deeply intertwined with the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect.
A third of the properties in the inner city belonged to the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect.
Even the City Lord was concurrently an outer sect elder of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect.
Before entering the city, Chen Yan changed from his apricot yellow robe into a gray long robe, then swaggered into Joyful City, heading straight for the inner city.
Stopping by an inn to inquire briefly, he arrived at a club.
This club was one of the few non-sect-owned properties in the city, yet it belonged to a cultivation family in the city.
Speaking broadly, it counted as a peripheral force of the Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect.
Chen Yan entered the club and requested an upper room — considering it’s a club for cultivators, the so-called upper room even included a small practice chamber.
Chen Yan paid and returned to the room, which was spacious, with utensils being mortal instrunts but predominantly made of jade. For so reason, cultivators in this world often detest gold and silver but favor jade.
Even the Domain Realm’s universal currency was cast in jade.
The upper room had an isolating array, equivalent to a secure lock — for cultivators, mortal-used doors and windows were rely paper without aning.
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