But soon, Chen Ping chuckled again.
The largest share of the personal wealth Mu En had calculated for him was actually his eligibility for the Treasure Appraisal Fair, a reward he would have to collect over eleven consecutive years.
Excluding that portion, most of what he had earned was actually money he had risked his life and worked hard for.
Whether it came from the three Zhongli brothers, the two brothers from the Body Sect, or Xu Jiawei's reparations, it was all solid compensation paid after he had been put through the wringer.
He had merely earned a little compensation for emotional distress. Not much, not much.
This money might not even be enough to buy two of the finest Level 9 Soul Tools, or purchase one standard unit of every kind of rare metal. At most, he counted as modestly wealthy.
Seeing Chen Ping looking like a reincarnated miser, Mu En began to understand why this boy got along with Qian Duoduo. He was even more like a pixiu that only swallowed wealth and never let it out than his teacher was.
But soon, Mu En gave a rather sly chuckle and continued, "Whether you admit it or not, brat, getting rich overnight really isn't the best way to resolve a tangled mess of worries."
"Once people have full bellies, all sorts of worries spring up in their minds. Resolving those worries one by one is very difficult, but resolving them all at once is actually very simple."
Hearing Mu En's words, Chen Ping suddenly had a bad feeling. "That business about resolving every worry at once... you don't mean making people go hungry again, do you?"
"Haha, correct, brat. Seeing how glum you look now, you must have plenty of worries."
"These old bones certainly can't resolve all