Secret Technique: Lucky Evasion

Song Shuhang nodded—this was what they called "the White Household's children: rich and willful."

Even if those grotto-heavens went unoccupied for over a hundred years, I have plenty of Spirit Stones, so I'll fill them all with qi. That was Senior White's idea.

Come to think of it, how was a "qi fee" calculated? If it was cost-effective, he really could consider it.

In the future, whenever he wanted to find a secluded place, he only needed to find an ordinary location, then look for an organization that sold qi... No, a sect! He could buy some qi and pour it into his secluded residence. Compared to painstakingly searching for a place that was "suitable for seclusion and rich in qi," this plan was far simpler.

He just didn't know how the qi was delivered. Was it transported through pipes like tap water? Or did the cultivators use some black technology to inscribe a formation, causing qi to gush out from the other party's "spiritual vein"?

As he pondered this, Venerable White added, "Just now, Fellow Daoist Yellow Mountain sent me a message. He said that a helm master from the Rising Sun Qi Church happened to be participating in the activity to aid White Cloud Academy. This helm master happened to run into True Lord Yellow Mountain just now, so they started chatting. While chatting, they brought up the fact that I owe several decades' worth of qi fees. So, the helm master asked True Lord Yellow Mountain when I would be able to pay back the qi fees I owed. Since I'm one of their major customers, they haven't cut off the qi supply to my dozen or so grotto-heavens. Hahaha."

Song Shuhang nodded. He could understand. Business competition was so fierce nowadays, and customers like Senior White—lavish