Erbao took the spirit stone out of his belt, examined it carefully, and asked with a serious face, "How many talismans can one low-grade spirit stone buy?"

Xi Zhuoyu shook her head: "I don't know, you'll have to ask at the Mission Hall. You can buy the materials there."

Erbao said, "But I don't have time to go. My dad will pick me up as soon as get out of class is over." He didn't want his dad to know that he was trying to earn spirit stones. If his dad found out, his plan would definitely be ruined. He absolutely had to keep this a secret!

Xi Zhuoyu said, "Tomorrow is a day off, I can take you to the mission hall."

Erbao was somewhat tempted, so they arranged to meet at the school gate the next morning.

When Yang Yitian came to pick him up in the afternoon, Erbao told him that he had made plans with his classmates to go to their house to play the next day.

Yang Yitian thought that it was safe enough to stay within the sect, and that there should be adults watching over him at his classmate's house, so he didn't object: "Go back and see if your father agrees."

Qi Zhiheng did not object. The next morning, he sent the three children to the school. Xi Zhuoyu was already waiting for them. He waved vigorously when he saw them. There were also three servants dressed in outer disciple robes beside him.

Qi Zhiheng felt much more at ease when he saw that there were adults with him and that his son also had a defensive magical artifact.

However, there are bound to be some proud and arrogant disciples in the sect. Not everyone has a good temper, so the sect gave each of the children and Xi Zhuoyu a jade slip and instructed them to smash the jade slip if they encountered any problems they could not solve.

The jade slip could pinpoint their location, and Qi Zhiheng instructed them to keep it close at hand.

The children didn't know what it was, but that didn't stop them from obeying.

Qi Zhiheng asked a few servants standing to the side about Xi Zhuoyu's parents. After learning that they were both disciples of Danfeng, he instructed them to take good care of them and rewarded them with some high-grade level two pills.

Although these servants are all Xi Zhuoyu's servants, they are not servants of triplets. If something happens, they might not care about their sons. It's always good to bribe them.

After Qi Zhiheng had taken care of everything, he left.

After Qi Zhiheng had been gone for a while, Erbao cheered happily, finally managing to fool his father.

"Let's go quickly!" Erbao, who already had two low-grade spirit stones, couldn't wait to go to the mission hall.

The servants behind them summoned a spirit beast, a majestic Gale Leopard, which carried a sedan chair on its back. The triplets had never ridden in a spirit beast before, and their eyes lit up immediately.

Erbao asked excitedly, "Are we going to the mission hall in this?"

Seeing the envious looks in their eyes, Xi Zhuoyu felt a little proud. Although it wasn't his spirit beast, it was his servant's mount, so it wasn't much different from his own spirit beast. He said with a hint of pride, "This is Aji's spirit beast, but I always ride in Xiaohua's sedan chair to and from school."

"So this isn't your spirit beast after all." Erbao was a little disappointed.

Xi Zhuoyu was unhappy: "Although this is not mine, my father said that when I was five years old, he would give me a better spirit beast cub."

The triplets were a little envious; they wanted it too!

The group climbed onto Xiao Hua's back and headed towards the mission hall.

The mission hall mostly uses sect contribution points to exchange for items, but ordinary materials can still be purchased.

There were several people on duty in the mission hall. The group of people went to the disciple's counter where there were beginner missions and mission items.

Because there weren't many people doing the task, this disciple was dozing off, his head nodding with his eyes closed.

"Uncle, do you have any talismans here?" A childish voice woke up the person in front of the counter.

The disciple suddenly woke up and, seeing the three disciples in outer sect attire in front of him, immediately looked displeased: "What are you outer sect disciples doing in the inner sect's mission hall?"

Aji was the first to bow and said, "Please forgive us, senior. It was not us, but our young master and his friends."

"Young Master?" The disciple from the Mission Hall regained some of his senses at this point, but he didn't see any young master in front of him.

Xi Zhuoyu raised a small hand and waved it: "We're here."

The disciples of the Mission Hall then noticed a small hand that had just reached the counter. They stood up and looked down, and sure enough, they saw four children, one of whom had a red mole between his eyebrows.

"Oh my, these must be Qi Zhiheng, the alchemist's children?" Upon seeing the three almost identical little faces, the disciples of the Mission Hall immediately recognized the children.

Erbao nodded and said, "That's right, my father is Qi Zhiheng."

The three servants were also surprised; they had no idea that Qi Zhiheng was so famous.

The disciples of the Mission Hall were much more polite: "What would you young masters like?"

Seeing that he was getting down to business, Erbao revealed his purpose: "Do you have any talismans here?"

"Talismans? We have some! You don't have enough mission contribution points, right? Then one low-grade spirit stone will get you ten talismans." The mission hall disciple took out a stack of talismans and asked, "How many do you need?"

Erbao exclaimed excitedly, "I want ten!"

The disciple from the Mission Hall drew out ten cards and handed them down.

Erbao's chubby little hand held a low-grade spirit stone. The disciple took the spirit stone and handed the talisman to him.

Erbao was overjoyed with the talisman.

Erbao was about to leave with his things when Aji couldn't help but remind him, "Young Master Boyue, do you have talisman liquid and talisman brush?"

Erbao paused as he was about to lead the group away, his little brows furrowing. He had almost forgotten about it and mumbled, "No, we didn't." Then he ran back.

Erbao asked, "Uncle, how much do those talisman brushes and talisman liquid cost?"

"The prices of talisman paper and talisman liquid are different; it depends on what quality you want," the disciple replied.

Erbao thought for a moment and realized that he couldn't possibly buy a talisman pen and talisman liquid with too much energy, so he asked, "How much is the cheapest one?"

The disciple from the Mission Hall explained, "The cheapest talisman brush only costs five low-grade spirit stones, but the talisman liquid, even the cheapest one, costs twenty low-grade spirit stones."

After listening to the disciple's explanation, Erbao started counting his fingers. He counted all ten of his fingers and then included Dabao and Sanbao's fingers as well, before he could barely count enough for twenty-five low-grade spirit stones.

Upon realizing that he had never seen so many spirit stones in his life, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"How about it? Want a set?" This disciple never considered that Erbao might be short of spirit stones. These children's families would usually provide some expenses.

Erbao shook his head with a bitter face and said, "I'm not buying anything today." He then left the mission hall with his entourage, looking somewhat dejected.

Instead of going home immediately, they found a shady grove of trees.

Erbao paced back and forth, and Dabao complained, "You're making my eyes blurry from all that walking around."

Erbao, who was troubled by the lack of spirit stones, looked at Dabao, his eyes immediately lighting up, and said in a slightly ingratiating tone, "Big brother~"

Da Bao frowned. Er Bao never called him "Big Brother," always calling him "Da Bao, Da Bao." Hearing that, he knew Er Bao was up to something. He asked warily, "What are you doing!"

"You haven't been playing with the flying belt these past few days, have you?" Erbao's eyes darted around mischievously. Dabao hadn't just stopped playing with it; he'd rented it out and earned quite a few spirit stones.

Da Bao clutched his storage bag: "Don't even think about taking the spirit stones! I've already put them in a place where you can't take them out!"

Erbao didn't believe it: "How could that be! Just lend me some first. Once I've drawn the talisman, I can sell it for spirit stones. I'll definitely pay you back after I've sold it all."

Da Bao remained unmoved, while San Bao, seeing Er Bao's pitiful state, handed over the six spirit stones in his pocket to Er Bao: "Second brother, don't be sad. I still have some spirit stones here. You can take them and use them first."

Erbao was moved by his timely help and promised, "Sanbao, don't worry, once I earn back the spirit stones, I will definitely repay you double." After saying that, his eyes turned to Dabao.

Da Bao remained unmoved. His spirit stones were all very useful, and he certainly couldn't let Er Bao waste them now.

Erbao was annoyed by Dabao's stingy behavior, but in the end, he had no choice but to turn his attention to Xi Zhuoyu.

Xi Zhuoyu shuddered and stammered, "Well... I don't have any spirit stones either." He originally had some spirit stones on him, but during this time playing with the Qi triplets, he had used them to exchange with Da Bao for game belts, and he had very few left.

"You're talking nonsense. You played the game twice yesterday. Who would believe you're out of spirit stones?" Erbao wrinkled his little nose, clearly thinking that Xi Zhuoyu was heartless.

Xi Zhuoyu was somewhat conflicted, but finally, under Erbao's enticement, she handed over her remaining fifteen spirit stones to him. Erbao immediately beamed with joy, praising Xi Zhuoyu for her loyalty. Then he sat down and began counting the spirit stones.

His total assets were only twenty-one spirit stones, still a step away from his dream. Erbao's eyes darted around, his attention landing on Aji, the outer disciple's servant, before he suddenly said, "Aji, you must have spirit stones!"

Aji had a bad feeling. As an outer disciple, he might not even receive as many spirit stones as these young masters each month. If they were taken away, he probably wouldn't be able to get them back.

But in the end, he couldn't resist Erbao's persuasion and handed over the four spirit stones he had left with trembling hands to Erbao.

Finally, all twenty-five spirit stones were collected.

Erbao returned to the mission hall with everyone in high spirits and bought the talisman brush and talisman liquid that he had been longing for.

After gathering all the necessary materials, he wanted to find a suitable place to start practicing drawing talismans.