Heng Yuan stopped and turned around, without saying a word, he bowed to Xu Qi'an.

"I want to go to the health preservation hall." Xu Qi'an made his request.

"Sure."

"Let's go together." Xu Qi'an invited his two colleagues.

"Don't tell me you didn't bring any money?" Song Tingfeng gave him a sideways glance.

Xu Qi'an smiled and didn't say anything. He took two steps and stepped on a hard lump, naturally picking it up and holding it in his palm. "Look, didn't money come?"

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao: "???"

The former stared at the dark silver, feeling depressed. "I didn't pay attention to the road just now and missed this silver. I let you take advantage of it for nothing."

In fact, you missed several taels of silver at least... Xu Qi'an raised the corner of his mouth, put the silver in his arms, and explained, "Master Heng Yuan lives in the health preservation hall in the east of the outer city. I heard that the widows and lonely people there are not doing well."

"There are many people in the world who are not doing well." Zhu Guangxiao said in a dull voice, sighing.

The three of them followed Heng Yuan out of the inner city and walked towards the health preservation hall in the east of the city. During the process, Song Tingfeng noticed something interesting.

"Look at this monk. We walk fast, and he walks fast too, always maintaining a fixed distance, but he never turns his head to look at us."

Of course, this was not because Heng Yuan had eyes on the back of his head. Xu Qi'an and the three of them sighed in their hearts: it was really scary spiritual awareness.

By deliberately speeding up their pace, the four of them quickly arrived at the east of the city. This was a poor area, with low and dilapidated houses everywhere, and the people wearing patched cotton-padded jackets were yellow and thin, basking in the sun with dull eyes. The children here still had a glimmer of light in their eyes, but their emaciated bodies, dirty faces, and eyes that always stared at people's wallets for no reason made people feel disgusted.

Xu Qi'an felt a great hatred in his heart, but it was not directed at these poor people and children, but at this environment.

He had seen many photos of war-torn areas in his previous life, and poverty, hunger, and chaos were the unchanging themes. Every time he saw similar photos or scenes, he would feel a strong hatred because he, who longed for beauty in his heart, was powerless to change them.

It was probably called impotent anger.

"Take good care of your wallets. Although they dare not and have no ability to steal your silver, don't be charitable here, because it will put you in an awkward position." Heng Yuan's voice came from the front, continuing, "Most of the people who survive here are homeless people without fields. They may have had fields before, but couldn't bear the heavy corvée and chose to give up their fields and come to the city to seek a living."

"But there is no living space for them in the city, and from time to time, there are catchers coming here to look for fish. However, to survive, there are indeed some villains among them."

Master Heng Yuan explained calmly.

During the conversation, the four of them arrived at the health preservation hall, an old courtyard that had been around for some time. The plaque on the gate had long faded away in the wind and rain.

"A while ago, officials came to repair the courtyard, but I changed the new plaque back to the old one. Being too bright and beautiful may not be a good thing for the health preservation hall. Please, three of you!"After entering the Yǎngshēngtáng, Héng Yuǎn led them inside and said, "Mr. Xu, I know you are in a difficult situation. I am seeking your help, not asking for money. I heard that you have connections with the sorcerers of the Sītiān Jiān, and I want to ask for your help in finding the white-robed sorcerers to save a child."

After passing through the front yard, they entered a messy backyard and came to a woodshed.

The woodshed was covered with thick dead grass and quilts, with a charcoal basin and a large bowl in the corner. A thin black dog curled up on the quilt.

The black dog moved its body when it heard the noise, but it couldn't get up. It lifted its head with difficulty and saw strangers. Its dull eyes instinctively showed a plea, a pitiful plea, and it intermittently said, "Fú rú... Dōnghǎi, dàjí... dàlì."

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who had no expression on their faces, suddenly froze.

Xu Qi'an felt as if he had been struck by lightning and remembered some of the things he had said when he saved Héng Yuǎn, the sixth member of the Tiāndì Huì.

"This... is that child?" Xu Qi'an murmured.

"He can only say these eight words," Héng Yuǎn gazed at the black dog with a compassionate expression. "I saved him while looking for my junior brother Héng Huì. Because he was treated so miserably, he won't live long. During this time, I used my Qi to warm his body and barely kept him alive.

"But this cannot continue. His body is very bad and he must be treated, otherwise he will die in three days at most. Ordinary doctors cannot save him, only the sorcerers of the Sītiān Jiān can. I had no choice but to ask for Mr. Xu's help."

Song Tingfeng opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Perhaps death is the best destination for him."

Héng Yuǎn looked at the gong beater and said in a low voice, "When the sun rises every day, his eyes are bright. I can read the desire in them because it is a pure hope to live.

"In the eyes of several people, he may be as insignificant as the weeds in the yard. But even if it is a small grass, it also wants to live tenaciously."

Song Tingfeng fell silent.

Xu Qi'an looked deeply at the black dog and said, "I understand. I will ask the sorcerers of the Sītiān Jiān to come and see him. Master... if you need money in the future, just come to me."

After finishing speaking, he added, "I can give you a maximum of three taels of silver a day."

Three taels a day? Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were slightly moved. Eight taels make up one tael, and Xu Qi'an's monthly salary, excluding rice, can only get four or five taels of real gold and silver.

Even in the inner city, he can live a relatively decent life.

Three taels a day, three days is one tael. Where did he get so much money? Oh, he has a thousand taels of gold rewarded by His Majesty, then there is no problem.

Héng Yuǎn shook his head.

"Don't worry, the money is legitimate, just like picking it up for free," Xu Qi'an reassured him.

Only then did Master Héng Yuǎn nod and soothe the black dog. He led Xu Qi'an and the other two back to the front yard and said, "Wait a moment, I have something to tell Mr. Xu."

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao nodded. One turned to play with the children who were hiding in the room and peeking at the guests, while the other went to talk to the old man sitting at the stone table in the yard.

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After entering a simple house, Héng Yuǎn closed the door and clasped his hands together. "Mr. Xu's breath is deep and his Qi is full. Is he about to step into the realm of refining the spirit?"

He can see so accurately? I only know that the sixth member is an eighth-grade warrior monk, and I don't know his strength. I don't even know his length, but he already knows my depth... Xu Qi'an corrected his expression and said, "What advice do you have, Master?"

"Do you have a visualization chart?"

"Yes."Master Heng Yuan nodded and said, "As a monk, I cannot repay your silver, but I had intended to gift you with a visualization scroll once you reached the peak of Qi cultivation. Since you have this method now, I will teach you another skill."

"I have already mastered 'Heaven and Earth One Slash,' and the pros and cons of this skill are clear... I should learn other skills to make up for my shortcomings... Thank you, Master," Xu Qi'an said, feeling invigorated.

Heng Yuan nodded and said, "I am an eighth-grade martial monk and know nothing of the mystical spells of Buddhism. I only know some combat techniques, and my best skill is the Lion's Roar of Buddhism."

"Your output relies on shouting?" Xu Qi'an was disappointed when he heard this. The Lion's Roar sounded like something only a brute would use and lacked a certain level of sophistication.

Seeing the disappointment in Xu Qi'an's eyes, Heng Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I can demonstrate the power of the Lion's Roar for you."

"Just don't make me deaf with your roar," Xu Qi'an nodded and reminded him, "Will it not affect the elderly and children in the courtyard?"

Heng Yuan shook his head and said, "I will control the power within this room."

After that, Xu Qi'an saw Heng Yuan, the sixth member of the Heaven and Earth Society, take a deep breath and punch in a normal stance. The punch was unremarkable with both speed and strength, and posed no threat. Just as he thought this, he heard a deep and powerful lion's roar in his ear.

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Xu Qi'an's brain shook, and he entered an unconscious daze. When he regained consciousness, he saw a fist the size of a sandpot pressed against his nose.

Heng Yuan withdrew his fist and said solemnly, "This technique can shake the enemy's spirit and is difficult for even the most skilled Yin and Yang masters to resist when practiced to a high level."

"This technique is perfect when combined with my Heaven and Earth One Slash. My biggest concern was its lack of control, but with the Lion's Roar's effect, I am no longer afraid of my ultimate move missing its target. Thank you, Master, please teach me," Xu Qi'an said happily.

At the same time, he had a question in his mind: Is this really just an eighth-grade martial monk?

Heng Yuan turned and walked to the bed, dragging out an old wooden box from under the bed and taking out a book. He handed it to Xu Qi'an and said, "This book contains the method of Qi cultivation and my personal insights."

Xu Qi'an reached out to take it, and Heng Yuan pressed down on the cover, saying, "You have to return it."

Why add this sentence? Hasn't Ning heard of my reputation for being a freeloader? Xu Qi'an nodded, "Okay, Master."

After leaving the room and meeting his two colleagues in the front yard, they discussed and donated some silver to the health preservation hall. Xu Qi'an said goodbye to Heng Yuan and walked to the front door. Suddenly, Song Tingfeng said, "Wait."

He turned around and ran back, staring at the old servant with a fierce expression and biting his teeth.

"Sir, sir?" The old servant was afraid.

Song Tingfeng gritted his teeth, took off his money bag, and threw it at the old servant. Unable to bear it any longer, he turned and left.

That was the five taels of silver he had planned to spend at the Official Brothel Sector tonight, which was his monthly salary.

"Damn you, Xu Ningyan, if I ever come to this kind of place with you again, we'll have the same surname." Song Tingfeng kicked Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an dodged and sneered, "I don't care if we have the same surname, I just hope your son will have my surname in the future."

Song Tingfeng took off his scabbard and chased after him, ready to fight.

...

Returning to the inner city, Xu Qi'an delegated his patrol duties to his two colleagues and went to the Star Observation Tower.

"Master Xu," the white-robed sorcerers greeted him warmly, and no one stopped him from going upstairs.

After searching for a while, Xu Qi'an did not find Chu Caiwei or Song Qing. He caught a alchemist and asked, "Have you seen Chu Caiwei?""Where is Miss Cai Wei?"

"Princess Chang has arrived. Sister Cai Wei is accompanying her to meet Master Song Qing at the Bagua Platform," said the alchemist.

"My first and second wives are both there...." Xu Qi'an turned and asked, "What about Senior Brother Song?"

"He requested a death row prisoner from the yamen and is studying in the secret chamber."

"...."

Xu Qi'an dismissed the idea of seeing Song Qing and asked, "Where is the kitchen?"