Qi Zhiheng couldn't figure it out, so he decided to ask his grandfather. He had originally wanted to study secretly, but since he didn't have any books, he decided to be honest.

He guessed that the books on alchemy must be more valuable and had been hidden away by his grandfather.

Without thinking, Qi Zhiheng left the study and ran to the herb garden to find his grandfather.

Seeing Qi Dong tending to the flowers and plants in the medicinal herb field from afar, Qi Zhiheng called out, "Grandpa—"

These medicinal herbs in the field were Qi Dong's prized possessions, and Qi Zhiheng dared not set foot on them, only calling him "Grandpa" from the side.

Qi Dong glanced back at Qi Zhiheng, then went back to tending to his medicinal herbs.

Qi Zhiheng was speechless: "Grandpa, please take care of your poor grandson—his back hurts from standing!" He was in pain all over! Constantly training his body was no joke.

Qi Dong then put down what he was doing and walked over to him: "What a delicate fellow! A young man, and your back hurts after standing for only a short time. What will you do after you get married! Sigh!"

Qi Zhiheng was speechless. "Grandpa, is it really okay for you to say these things to your grandson now?"

"Grandpa, I need to talk to you about something serious." Qi Zhiheng became serious.

"What important business is it? Do you want me to make you two doses of intestinal cleansing powder?" Qi Dong said, patting Qi Zhiheng's slightly protruding belly. Qi Zhiheng endured the pain, pretending to be nonchalant. Heaven knows, ever since he gained weight, his mother has liked to pinch his cheeks when he gets home, and now his grandfather likes to pat his belly too.

"Grandpa, I'm talking about serious matters, stop grinning!" Qi Zhiheng turned his slightly pained expression back to a serious one.

Qi Dong nodded: "Alright, go ahead."

Qi Zhiheng: "I'm planning to learn alchemy! Can you lend me a few books on alchemy to read?"

Qi Dong suddenly realized: "So you wanted to make your own intestinal cleansing powder?"

"I'm in perfect shape now, I'm lucky, I don't need to take that kind of medicine," Qi Zhiheng said to his grandfather.

"Sure! I've packed all those books away. I'll go get them for you in a bit." Qi Dong stopped teasing him, washed his hands, and led him back to the courtyard.

They returned to the study, where Qi Zhiheng assumed there was some kind of secret room or hidden mechanism and eagerly awaited his grandfather's opening of it.

Qi Dong reached out and took out a stack of books from his spatial ring: "The books on refining medicinal powders and liquids are all here. Take a look. As for pills, your grandfather doesn't have any books on that!"

Taking the book, Qi Zhiheng didn't know how to express his feelings: "Grandpa, are there no other books?"

Qi Dong shook his head: "That's all!"

"Since you don't have it anymore, why did you bring me to the study? Couldn't you have just given it to me directly?" Qi Zhiheng asked.

Qi Dong shook his head again: "There's no reason! I've noticed that you've gained quite a bit of weight recently, so I thought it would be a good opportunity for you to exercise and lose some fat."

Qi Zhiheng was speechless, choked by his grandfather's attitude. He'd only gained a little weight, and he was already being constantly criticized. What would happen if he kept getting fatter? The problem was, he really would keep getting fatter...