Seeing that there was nothing wrong at home, Qi Zhiheng went to Lufeng again.

After learning that Que Hanhai had sent people to several locations to begin clearing out the demonic mushrooms, Qi Zhiheng also asked Que Hanhai for a magical artifact to find the demonic mushrooms.

In addition to sending people to search for traces of the Demonic Qi Mushroom in the territory of the Slaughtering God Sect, Que Hanhai also sent people to check the territories of several other top-ranked sects. However, due to limited manpower, no results have been obtained yet, and the main force has been focused on searching for the Demonic Qi Mushroom in the sect territories.

Once the sect leader had taken action, he didn't ask any further questions about the sect leader's other arrangements, since he didn't have any extra manpower, did he?

However, Qi Zhiheng still asked, as a formality, if there was anything he could help with.

Que Hanhai smiled and said, "There really is something I need your help with."

Qi Zhiheng, who was only asking politely, was speechless.

Que Hanhai found Qi Zhiheng's appearance somewhat amusing, but he was also happy to see Qi Zhiheng make a fool of himself. He ignored whether Qi Zhiheng replied or not and said to himself, "There are quite a few people in the sect who have been infected with demonic energy. In a few months, Wuchen Temple will hold a Buddhist Dharma discussion. By then, the matter of the demonic energy mushrooms will be almost resolved. At that time, you can take the disciples of the sect who have been infected with demonic energy to Wuchen Temple in my place."

Since Que Hanhai had already spoken, he must have already thought of a way to get Qi Zhiheng to agree. So Qi Zhiheng simply stopped struggling, and after some bargaining with the sect leader, he agreed to the matter and also asked Que Hanhai for a few spiritual veins as a reward.

Qi Zhiheng went to Danfeng the next day. When Rong Gu saw him arrive, he went up to him, intending to share with him the recent uproar about the peak master's hidden illness.

Tang Min has athlete's foot!? And it's quite severe! The kind where even several layers of cloth can't hide the smell?

After listening to Rong Gu's description, Qi Zhiheng was speechless! He never expected that the dignified peak master of Danfeng would have such troubles. Fortunately, he had several prescriptions for treating beriberi, and there was bound to be one that would suit Tang Min. However, if even Tang Min couldn't cure his ailment in a short time, it must be very serious. He had to personally examine the symptoms in order to prescribe the right medicine.

With that in mind, after giving his disciples some pointers on alchemy, he went to Tang Min's residence.

Tang Min's disciples naturally wouldn't stop Qi Zhiheng. After informing the others and receiving permission to pass, Qi Zhiheng, led by a young boy, arrived before Tang Min.

Tang Min has been feeling very stifled lately and hasn't left the house for several days. The thought of being pointed at and talked about when he goes out makes him feel terrible!

Seeing that Tang Min was in a bad mood, Qi Zhiheng thought to himself that anyone suffering from such an illness would not be happy, so he understood Tang Min's behavior a lot. He whispered, "Peak Master, I just came back from outside. I heard that you have been suffering from a hidden illness these days? Why don't you tell me about the situation? Maybe I can find a quick cure in the inheritance."

Tang Min thought he was teasing her and immediately rolled her eyes: "Didn't you go to the sect leader's place? Why are you still asking these questions?"

"I did go to the sect leader's place last night, but what does that have to do with your athlete's foot?" Qi Zhiheng realized he had misspoke and immediately shut his mouth! Oops! How could he have let that slip? Revealing someone's sore spot like that is hardly gentlemanly behavior.

Tang Min's face flushed red, clearly angered by Qi Zhiheng's words: "I don't have athlete's foot!"

When Tang Min learned he had athlete's foot, he nearly flew into a rage. He went to the sect leader to demand an explanation, but that old fox Que Hanhai dismissed him with a flippant "everything is for the greater good"! What greater good?! If it were truly for the greater good, why was it the peak master of Danfeng who got athlete's foot instead of the sect leader?! That's utterly ridiculous!

But Tang Min had no choice. Now that the news had spread, he could only swallow his anger. Otherwise, how could he let the sect's plan fail at the last minute?

Qi Zhiheng ignored Tang Min's answer but didn't take it to heart, showing an "I understand" expression. If he had such an unspeakable secret, he wouldn't want others to bring it up so casually! It's said that this illness has reached a very serious stage. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Tang Min's feet. Tang Min was wearing Cloud-Walking Boots. Hmm! Such a high-level spiritual artifact must be able to perfectly isolate odors. No wonder he couldn't smell any stench in front of Tang Min.

Tang Min was even more enraged by his attitude: "I don't have athlete's foot! The sect leader is just using my name to buy boys' urine from the sect! You've already been to the sect leader, don't you know the truth yet!"

Qi Zhiheng coughed twice, surprised that such a thing could happen. He believed him somewhat, but he couldn't rule out the possibility that Tang Min might have athlete's foot. He said, "It turns out I misunderstood. I knew it! As the peak master of Danfeng, with so many pill formulas, how could you be troubled by something as trivial as athlete's foot? It's all those people outside who always mislead me! I apologize to the peak master here, please don't take offense!"

Tang Min was so angry that she didn't want to talk to him at all!

Qi Zhiheng still held his opinion on whether Tang Min had athlete's foot, and of course, he wouldn't admit that he thought Tang Min had athlete's foot.

After Tang Min explained, Qi Zhiheng didn't stay any longer and quickly went back.

Meanwhile, the group of children who had gone out to gain experience returned to the academy to continue their studies. Before classes even began, they received news that all boys under the age of twelve in the academy could exchange their urine for spirit stones!

One bottle can be exchanged for one spirit stone, and one bottle is roughly the amount of three urinations.

The news immediately caused an uproar in the classroom.

A group of children rushed over in surprise, never expecting that their own pee could be sold for spirit stones!

Immediately, some people started drinking water like crazy! Especially Erbao, who already felt that his family was poor, so earning more spirit stones wouldn't be bad. He decided to drink ten bottles of water a day! He wanted to earn as many spirit stones as possible, since it was a business with no capital!

Qi Zhiheng, who was at home that day, noticed that his second son had been drinking a lot of water. So he scolded him, "Second son, why are you drinking so much water? Are you feeling unwell?"

Erbao took two more gulps of water before replying, "You don't understand, what I'm drinking isn't water, it's spirit stones!"

Qi Zhiheng laughed: "Spirit stones? This water has no spiritual energy at all, where would spirit stones come from? You should drink less of it, drinking too much water is bad for your health."

Da Bao mocked, "Father, Er Bao just wants to drink more water and pee more. The academy has issued a mission that allows you to exchange pee for spirit stones. Er Bao wants spirit stones, so he wants to pee more. To pee more, he needs to drink more water."

Qi Zhiheng was speechless. When did his own child fall so low that he had to drink more water and urinate in exchange for spirit stones?

He also knew that it was the sect leader who was buying boys' urine, so he asked, "How many spirit stones can you sell your boys' urine for?"

Erbao held up one finger and said, "A bottle of pee can be exchanged for one spirit stone. I can pee ten times in one go, so I can earn three spirit stones a day!"

Qi Zhiheng praised, "Your arithmetic is quite good."

Erbao snorted arrogantly and replied, "Is that even a question?"

Qi Zhiheng then delivered a major blow: "But three spirit stones a day doesn't seem like much, does it?"

"Our family is so poor, what's wrong with earning more spirit stones?" Erbao pouted.

Qi Zhiheng: "..." Does his son have some misunderstanding about their family's situation?

Now that he has acquired a considerable number of spiritual veins, which continuously generate spiritual energy, he saves a significant amount of spirit stones, so he is not particularly keen on earning spirit stones at the moment.

After thinking about it, Qi Zhiheng realized that he hadn't given his son much pocket money over the years, which explained why his son had the impression that he was very poor.

After some self-reflection, he felt he should set a good example for his family to prevent his son from acting like a spendthrift when it comes to clothes. He took out three storage bags, stuffed one into Erbao's arms, and said, "Erbao, our family isn't as poor as you think. This is your allowance, take it and use it." He handed the other two to Dabao and Sanbao.

The three brothers accepted the spirit stones. Erbao opened it and was speechless for a moment. The spirit stones inside were completely different from the ones he usually used; their color seemed much lighter. He thought to himself, "My father just likes to put on a show of wealth when he's not. He won't admit that our family is poor, and even the spirit stones he's given are fake!"

Erbao remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he sighed. It was so hard to be a good son. He couldn't expose his father, or he would embarrass him in front of his children! So Erbao pretended to be happy and handed over the spirit stone.

Qi Zhiheng noticed something amiss with his son's reaction, but he still advised, "Be discreet when using spirit stones. It's best not to let too many people see them. Don't flaunt your wealth, you know? Especially for young children like you, it's easy for others to covet them." These were mid-grade spirit stones, with three thousand in each storage bag. That was enough for such young children, but they were too young and their cultivation levels weren't high enough, making them easy targets.

The reason Erbao thought these were fake spirit stones was because they usually only saw low-grade spirit stones. There is a certain difference between low-grade and mid-grade spirit stones, and it was this difference that made Erbao think these mid-grade spirit stones were fake.

Erbao thought to himself, "Sure enough, my father told them not to take out these spirit stones in front of too many people. He was probably afraid that if I took out fake spirit stones to fool people, I would get beaten up!"

He thought to himself, and then sighed inwardly.

Da Bao smiled and carefully put away the spirit stones. He figured it might be safer to keep them on his own than on him and his wife.

Sanbao felt that his father had probably given them all his wealth this time! He felt sorry for him, but he couldn't embarrass his father.