Xu Yang held back his strength while sparring with Qiu Wenjie, but after just a dozen or so moves, Qiu Wenjie cried out and surrendered.
He had only achieved Qi Gathering a few days ago, and his control over his True Qi was clumsy. Lasting for a dozen-odd moves was already considered impressive.
"Brother Xu, this is from my father."
The two stepped aside, and Qiu Wenjie handed three taels of silver to Xu Yang.
"Maybe you should stop giving me this. Now that you've successfully reached Qi Gathering, the Qiu Family no longer needs me." Xu Yang didn't take it.
Qiu Yongqiang had been willing to invest in him when he was weak, and Xu Yang had never forgotten this kindness.
The Qiu Family was simply too small—too small to afford a resident Martial Artist Tributor. Yet, they might need one for certain situations. So, as a last resort, they came up with a desperate plan: to give him money without requiring him to guard the Qiu residence, only hoping he would step in when needed.
