While the porridge was cooking, Lu Heng took stock of his inventory.

He had drawn a lot of Spiritual Qi Pills, but they were also consumed quickly.

Cultivation Puppets, Shadow Beasts, and his daily cultivation all required Spiritual Qi Pills.

So currently, there were 35 bottles of Spiritual Qi Pills left in the warehouse.

There were originally 8 bottles of lower-grade Spirit Water, but 1 was used just now for cooking porridge, leaving 7 bottles.

The ten lower-grade Spirit Stones hadn't been touched because he wasn't sure what their purpose was.

As for talismans, he hadn't been using them much lately, so the inventory was quite full.

The Cloud-Forming and Rain-Spreading Talisman hadn't appeared in recent draws and there was only one left.

There were 3 Bad Luck Talismans, 4 Cloud Talismans, and 10 Thunder Light Talismans.

Earth Escape Talismans were the most abundant, with 11 left.

Additionally, there were 3 Black Fog Talismans that he had just drawn last night.

Then there were the talismans he had drawn himself, 17 Flash Talismans, 13 Purification Talismans, and 5 Exorcism Talismans that had yet to be used.

In the , there were 6 more talismans recorded.

However, the effects of these 6 talismans were too minor.

He had drawn 3 of each back then, and until now they were just sitting in his drawer collecting dust!

As for alchemy, though he had studied the , he hadn't found the time to try it yet.

"Junior Brother Qingfeng, your Immortal Rice porridge really smells amazing!"

As the porridge continued to simmer, the canteen was filled with a rich aroma, gradually spreading outside.

Qingling, who passed by the entrance of the canteen, couldn't resist the temptation and was drawn inside by the smell.

"The porridge is almost ready; I'll take some to my Master and Senior Uncle Xuanming."

"When it's time for lunch, you three senior brothers can help distribute the porridge to the others!"

Lu Heng asked Qingyuan for a large lunch box and filled it with several ladles of porridge.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother, I'm here!"

Qingyuan smiled broadly, thumping his chest as assurance.

"Junior Brother, aren't you going to have porridge with us?"

Qingling asked curiously.

"No, I'm not!"

Lu Heng shook his head and said with a smile, "My Master is looking for me, I'll go see him."

"Isn't it that Xuan Tong and the others heard that Taoist Zhenyuan is planning to take in disciples and want the Sect Leader to help put in a good word?"

"The Sect Leader doesn't even know the ins and outs, so he wants to ask Junior Brother Qingfeng about it."

Qingming nonchalantly explained.

"Oh!"

Qingling nodded, understanding.

"I'll take my leave, the three senior brothers!"

Lu Heng waved to them and left the canteen, heading straight to Qingyun Hall.

Inside the hall, there were only his cheap Master Xuan Cheng and his junior sister Qingyue.

Qingyue was frowning deeply, scribbling something on paper.

His cheap Master Xuan Cheng sat nearby, expressionless, supervising.

Upon hearing footsteps, Qingyue quickly lifted her head.

Seeing that it was Lu Heng, the previously sullen expression on her face was instantly replaced by a smile.

"Senior Brother, you finally came!"

"Master was looking for you earlier."

"I'll leave so as not to delay your conversation with Master..."

With that, she stood up at once and prepared to rush out of Qingyun Hall.

But as she passed by Lu Heng, a rich and familiar aroma hit her nose.

Instantly, she couldn't control her drooling.

"Senior Brother, are you carrying Immortal Rice porridge in that lunch box?"

Ever since tasting it last time, Qingyue hadn't forgotten about it.

"Yes."

Lu Heng glanced at her and said expressionlessly, "You should head out now and not delay my conversation with Master!"

"Come on, Senior Brother!"

"I promise not to make a sound, I won't disturb your chat at all."

Qingyue's eyes were fixed intently on the lunch box.

"This is prepared for Master and Senior Uncle Xuanming."

"If you want porridge, you better hurry to the canteen, or it might all be gone by the time you get there."

Lu Heng pinched Qingyue's soft, rosy cheek and said with a smile.

"Ah! Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Qingyue glared at him fiercely and then ran towards the canteen.

"Master, this is porridge made with Immortal Crystal Rice!"

Lu Heng quickly walked to his cheap Master's side and gently opened the lunch box lid.

Instantly, a rich and sweet aroma filled the entire hall.

"Master is old now, no longer enticed by such earthly pleasures, so perhaps you should keep it for yourself to enjoy!"

Xuan Cheng rare showed a faint smile.

"Master, this is my filial offering to you."

Though he called him a cheap Master, Lu Heng held great respect for him.

"Fine, then I'll take it."

"Set it aside for now, we'll have it when your Senior Uncle Xuanming returns."

Seeing his disciple's insistence, Xuan Cheng nodded in agreement.

Then he asked, "Your Senior Uncle Xuan Tong mentioned that Taoist Zhenyuan plans to take in disciples, is that true?"

"I met Taoist Zhenyuan last night, and he mentioned nothing about it."

Lu Heng shook his head.

"What do you think is the truth in this matter?"

Xuan Cheng continued to ask.

"I believe Taoist Zhenyuan wouldn't take in disciples so easily."

"Even if he were to take in disciples, it would take at least a year or two to select them, and he wouldn't just take someone in casually."

Lu Heng thought for a moment and replied softly.

Xuan Cheng nodded slightly, expressing his agreement.

Even when the Shangqing Tao and other sects took in disciples, they followed specific rules and wouldn't accept just anyone.

Not to mention someone revered as an "Immortal" like Taoist Zhenyuan?

In his view, if Taoist Zhenyuan were to take in disciples, his criteria would surely be very stringent.

After all, according to Taoist Zhenyuan, ordinary people can't cultivate and need to plant a Spirit Root.

If he weren't satisfied with the disciple, why would Zhenyuan spend the effort to plant a Spirit Root for them?

So Xuan Tong and Xuanxin were destined to return empty-handed.

"I've heard that many of you have complaints about Xuan Tong and Xuanxin?"

Xuan Cheng asked with a smile.

Lu Heng heard this and secretly pursed his lips.

He thought, Master, you're only realizing this now?

Even a mild person like Qingling showed great dissatisfaction towards those two, let alone others?

Qingming even called them scoundrels.

If Qingming continued to hold back, he might be considering posting their dirt online.

"Master, I don't understand why you ignore the fact that Xuan Tong and Xuanxin are tarnishing Shangqing Tao's reputation outside?"

Lu Heng, unable to contain his curiosity, asked in a low voice.

"Because they are your grandmaster's sons!"

"Before your grandmaster passed away, he asked me to take good care of Xuan Tong and Xuanxin."

Xuan Cheng sighed helplessly.

Goodness!

Lu Heng was visibly taken aback upon hearing this.

So these two are actually the sons of Shangqing Tao's previous Sect Leader!

No wonder his cheap Master and Senior Uncle tolerated Xuan Tong and Xuanxin so much.

If it were any other disciple acting so recklessly, their Taoist registration would have been revoked long ago.

Thinking of this, Lu Heng couldn't help but glance at Xuan Cheng.

If he inherited the position of Shangqing Tao's Sect Leader, would he also have to tolerate the Master's son?

Xuan Cheng seemed to read Lu Heng's thoughts and said lightly, "Rest assured, I haven't married, nor do I have sons..."

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