All that was seen was the elderly tribal leader's hand moving, and a colorful circular disc appeared in his palm. The five colors of cyan, red, gold, blue, and yellow flashed by, and then returned to the colorless white.

  The old man beckoned to Mo Qingchen and said, "Qingchen, put your hand in the center of the disk, calm your mind and focus."

  Mo Qingchen nodded, and with a clever movement, she stretched out her slender hand to press on the center of the jade disc. In an instant, it seemed as if something inside her was being sucked away. The jade disc showed four colors - cyan, red, gold, and yellow - intertwined and shining brightly. Slowly, the red and cyan colors became brighter, while the gold and yellow colors gradually dimmed and lost their luster.

  After a while, the jade plate returned to its white color. Mo Qingchen looked up at the old man with his eyes, but his hands did not dare to move.

  The old man's face was calm, and he let out a light sigh, saying: "A fake spiritual root of the Four Spirits Root, barely enough to enter the door of cultivating immortality." After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Qingchen with an appraising gaze.

  But Mo Qingchen smiled with joy on his face.

  The old man was taken aback, thinking to himself that he had indeed been foolish. A six-year-old girl knew nothing about true and false spiritual roots, but her optimistic nature wasn't bad. How far she could go would depend on her fate. Nevertheless, his heart, which had initially held high expectations because she was Mo Qi's daughter, completely cooled down.

  The old man turned his head to the red-faced old man beside him and said, "Old Five, this child has four spiritual roots, with wood and fire each occupying 40%, perhaps he has some innate talent for alchemy and can inherit your mantle."

  The old man with a red face didn't change his expression at all because Mo Qingchen was a fake Linggen, but instead smiled and said: "Third brother, you're right. This is what they mean by 'not one family doesn't enter one family's door'. My fifth uncle's granddaughter won't be bad." He laughed loudly, looking at Mo Qingchen with eyes full of kindness.

  Mo Qing's heart warmed up a bit, so this was his own grandfather? Thinking about it, the days to come shouldn't be too difficult, right?

  I'm not unaware of the meaning behind the clan leader's words earlier, it seems I should be a person with lower talent, but she had already made the worst mental preparation, now being able to cultivate is already satisfactory.

  But at this moment, a cold hum was heard. Mo Qingchen raised her eyes and saw that the old man on her right side, who had been silent all along, glanced at her with disdain in his eyes.

  "Lao Liu, what are you mumbling about?" The red-faced old man jumped up.

  The old man known as Lao Liu stood up with a flourish, flicking his sleeve and saying "What a waste of time!" before turning and walking away without looking back.

  "Lao Liu, what do you mean?" The red-faced old man shouted in a flurry, raising his foot to chase after him.

  The clan leader looked at him helplessly and said: "Lao Wu, your granddaughter is still here."

  The old man with a red face abruptly stopped in his tracks and muttered: "I was so angry that I forgot."

  Mo Xi Liang lowered his head, pursing his lips to hold back a smile.

  "From today on, you will be our Mo family's third generation's Little Sixteen, do you remember?" The clan leader asked with a serious expression.

  Mo Qingchen nodded hastily and said, "Sixteen, remember."

  The clan leader turned his gaze to Mo Fourteen and said, "Fourteen, since you're the one who brought Qingchen in, why don't you take this opportunity to explain some basic knowledge of cultivation to her?"

  "Yes." Mo Xiuyuan replied solemnly.

  "Third Brother!" The red-faced old man shouted in dissatisfaction.

  The clan leader gave him a sideways glance and said: "I remember that your Furnace Gathering Spirit Pill has yet to be refined?"

  The old man with a red face looked down dejectedly, then glared at Mo Fourteen and said, "Fourteen, you little scoundrel, wait till later and send the girl over to me."

  Shuō wán chōng mò qīng chén xiào le xiào, qì hū hū de zǒu le.

  Translation: After finishing speaking, Mo Qingchen smiled and walked away with a huff.

  "All right, Fourteen, take Qingchen down." The clan leader said calmly.

  Mo Xiāng led Mo Qīngchén to bow and withdraw, then turned left and right to arrive at a bamboo hut.

  "Girl, this is where Uncle Fourteen lives. If you have any questions in the future, you can also come here to find Uncle Fourteen." Mo Fourteen said with a wave of his hand, and the door automatically opened, leading Mo Qingchen inside.

  Mo Qingchen swept the place with a glance, and saw that all the furniture in the house, including tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets, were made of bamboo. The refreshing air that filled her face dispelled the sweltering heat in an instant.

  "Girl, sit." Before she could look around much, Mo Xiāng pointed at a bamboo chair.

  Mo Qingchen sat down, his body straight as a pen, looking up at Mo Fourteen.

  For a moment, Mo Xiuzhi suddenly saw a elegant man twenty years ago, facing the little boy with a hanging braid in front of him and asked: "Fourteen, do you know what is the way of cultivating immortality?"

  Mo didn't think much of it, but Mo Fourteen suddenly blurted out: "Little Sixteen, do you know what the Cultivation Path is?"

  Mo Qingchen shook his head.

  "What is meant by cultivating the truth, is to learn the way and cultivate oneself, seeking the true self, eliminating the false and preserving the true... In our cultivation world, we divide the cultivation of the truth into nine levels: refining qi, building the foundation, forming the elixir, forming the yuan ying, exiting the aperture, separating the spirit, combining the body, crossing the calamity, and ascending to the great vehicle. Refining qi is just the initial stage, only when one reaches the foundation-building period can it be said that they have formally set foot on the path of cultivating immortality. There are countless people who cultivate the truth, but those who stop at the refining qi period are too numerous to count. If someone can successfully form the golden elixir, that is already a rare high-level expert in our cultivation world. Currently, the most well-known number one expert, He Xiao Yang, has only reached the middle of the exiting the aperture period. As for whether anyone has reached the later stages, it is unknown...". Mo Siyuan finished speaking and looked at Mo Qingchen.

  I remember listening to Seventh Brother's long speech at the time, from initial excitement to drowsiness, while the little girl in front of me had sparkling eyes, as if every word I said was remembered in her heart, couldn't help but praise her, and then thought of her Four Spiritual Roots talent, silently sighing what a pity.

  Little did he know that Mo Qingchen was also helpless at this time, and his heart cried out: Fourteenth Uncle, is this how you treat a six-year-old child? You actually told one story after another, and even though I tried my best to concentrate and remember those common sense, I still forgot many of them.

  Mo Xi didn't know about Mo Qingchen's inner doubts, and only saw him make a move with his hand. A jade slip appeared in the palm of his hand, which he handed over to her without considering Mo Qingchen's curiosity: "Here, this is the Tianyuan Cultivation Manual, everything I said is written here. You can take a look when you reach the stage of drawing in air during your Qi Refining."

  Mo Qingchen controlled the twitching of his mouth and took over the jade tablet, hating in his heart: Fourteenth Uncle, it turns out you're a hypocrite!

  Mo Xiāng looked at the little girl's scrunched up face and couldn't help but chuckle, then pulled out a few more talismans: "Girlie, these are a few fireball talismans, they're not worth much, you take them. But remember, don't use them lightly, once you've read the Tianyuan Cultivation Manual, you'll understand."

  Mo Qingchen felt a bit better in her heart, and without hesitation, she grabbed the talisman. Then Mo Fourteen said: "Girl, I'll take you to Fifth Uncle's place now. Tomorrow, you'll start cultivating with your other brothers and sisters. Ah, girl, Fourteenth Uncle only has one thing to tell you: cultivate low-key, don't cause trouble, but also can't be overly weak."

  After finishing speaking, he patted Mo Qingchen's shoulder and led her out a few dozen feet away. Before long, they arrived at the residence of the red-faced old man.

  Before Mo Xi could even open his mouth, a loud explosion was heard from the house, and then someone rushed out like a whirlwind, cursing: "Damn it, failed again! Almost blew my old man to death!"