Mo Yuqi was taken aback, staring at the young man with a sinking face for a long time, but then burst out laughing: "Seventh brother, sorry about that, I didn't mean you, if you want to be overly sensitive, then there's nothing I can do."

  "Eleventh sister, as a girl, it's better for you to keep some decency." The young man said coldly.

  Mo Yuqi rolled her eyes: "Hey, Seventh Brother, you're not usually a mute, what's gotten into you now? You have the Five Spirits Root, that's just your natural bad luck, don't blame others!"

  The young man pursed his lips: "Eleventh sister, although you have a three-spirit root, now you are only in the second layer of Qi Refining. Some things, let's talk about them when you enter the middle stage of Qi Refining."

  The young man finished speaking and closed his eyes again, silently cultivating himself.

  Mo Yuqi said in a huff: "Seventh Brother, I remember you're already 15 years old, sigh, next year we won't be able to see each other at the Chao Yang Hall, what a pity."

  The young man sat upright and did not utter another word despite Mo Yuqi's teasing.

  At this time, Mo Xiaobao walked in and said, "Huh, fighting again?"

  Except for Mo Xiaosi who was meditating with her eyes closed, everyone else shouted "Ba Ge" in unison.

  "What's happened to Shi Mei?" Mo Xiaoyu asked after scanning the area.

  Mo Ning said timidly: "Eighth brother, tenth sister was punished by father to face the wall and reflect on her mistakes yesterday because of her disobedience to second grandfather."

  Mo Xiao Ba was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Haha, I didn't think Fourth Uncle would actually dare to punish Tenth Sister! After all, Tenth Sister is the most outstanding among our generation, aside from Ninth Sister!"

  Mo Xiaobai said so, but her tone sounded cool and detached.

  Mo Ning Rou was extremely pragmatic: "No, Eighth Brother, Fifteenth Younger Brother is also a dual-spirited root like Tenth Sister. He's only been cultivating for a few months and he's already more formidable than me."

  Mo Yuqi snorted and laughed: "Xiao Shi, you're only at the first level of Qi refining now, and Xiao Wu seems to be not even at the second level yet. You just know he's stronger than you?"

  "Yes, Fifteen Brother told me that day that he felt like he was about to break through at any moment." Mo Ning Rou said.

  A hint of jealousy flashed across Mo Yuqi's face, and if the five-year-old Xiao Shi broke through to the second layer of Lian Qi, wouldn't that mean he had cultivated to the same level as herself?

  Mo Xiaobao also felt uncomfortable after hearing it, and several people stopped talking and quietly began to practice.

  Mo Qingchen's dark path finally calmed down. It seems that although they each had their own thoughts, they also knew how to restrain themselves and understood that cultivation was the foundation of everything.

  Mo Qingchen couldn't concentrate fully even with her eyes closed, but she did manage to gather a lot of information from their conversation. She organized what she knew in her mind.

  There are sixteen of them in this generation, Mo Feiyan is ten years old, and has refined his Qi to the seventh layer. The others from one to six must have passed their prime, so at the end of the year, their opponents were only the eight who practiced in Chaoyang Hall.

  Among these eight people, Mo Xiao was seventy-five years old, with an unknown cultivation level; Mo Xiao was eighty-four years old, with a three-layer Qi Refining cultivation; Mo Ran was ten years old, with a four-layer Qi Refining cultivation; Mo Yuqi's age was unknown, with a two-layer Qi Refining cultivation; Mo Ningruo and the young fifteen-year-old who had not met were both at the first layer of Qi Refining. As for the other two seven- or eight-year-old boys, they usually just followed along with what others said, probably wouldn't stand out anywhere.

  It's really frustrating. If Grandpa hadn't clearly told me that day that seniors wouldn't interfere with the younger generation's cultivation matters, I'd really like to grab Grandpa and ask him about their secrets.

  Mo Qingchen quietly rubbed his eyebrows and immediately stopped thinking about these things, calmly and quietly devoting himself to cultivation.

  Before he knew it, the day was over and Mo Qingchen rubbed his numb legs as he walked out.

  As soon as she stepped out the door, she saw Yunzhi tiptoeing and looking towards Chaoyang Hall. When she came out, she didn't shout "Miss" loudly like yesterday, but instead waved her hand vigorously.

  Mo Qing's heart warmed up, and in just two days, she had already considered that place which often emitted a medicinal fragrance as her own home. Thinking of returning there made her feel an indescribable sense of relaxation, similar to the feeling of going back home after school in modern times.

  "Miss." Yunzhi saw Mo Qingchen approaching and was no longer as reserved as before, but instead called out with a light smile.

  "Yunzhi sister, I'm troubling you again." Mo Qingchen said.

  Yun Chi smiled and said, "Miss, don't say that. We personal attendants are only serving the master's daily life. You usually spend most of your time in Chaoyang Hall, Yun Chi is much more relaxed than before, I wonder how many people in the mansion are jealous."

  "Yunzhi sister, in such a large mansion, do you know where everything is?" Mo Qingchen asked.

  Yun Zhi nodded and said, "Of course, learning the way is our must-learn lesson. Otherwise, if Miss asks Yun Zhi to send something somewhere, but Yun Zhi gets lost on the way, wouldn't that be a joke?"

  Before Mo Qingchen could speak, Yunzhi added: "However, there are some places in the mansion that we cannot go to, such as the residence of the clan leader and Sixth Master, as well as the secret pavilion."

  "Oh, why?" Mo Qingchen asked, she was now unclear about everything, and had to resort to asking questions from the bottom of her heart.

  "The Clan Leader and the Sixth Elder are Immortals from the Foundation Establishment period. I don't even know what kind of realm that is, but they can control objects to fly and have many powerful divine abilities. In short, we're not allowed to get close to them. As for the Secret Pavilion... I'm even more unclear about what's inside, only knowing that there are guards stationed there. The nanny who led us at the time told us that normally, no one is allowed to approach that place, or else they'll lose their life and no one will care."

  Mo Qingchen and Yun Zhi were chatting casually, and before they knew it, they had returned to their residence. As soon as they stepped through the gate, Mo Danyan shouted: "Girl, come, Grandpa has prepared something good today."

  "Grandpa, what's wrong?" Mo Qingchen quickly walked over and asked.

  Mo Danyan glanced at Yunzhi, and Yunzhi understood the hint and retreated.

  Mo Da Nian rushed over to Mo Qingchen, waving his hand and saying with a sly smile: "Girl, come here, come here."

  Mo Qingchen suppressed his smile and walked over step by step.

  "Look at this." Mo Dainian pointed to the stone table.

  "Uh, a plate of peaches." Mo Qingchen replied truthfully.

  Mo Danyan rolled her eyes and said: "Here, why are you staring at the peach?"

  Mo Qingchen felt embarrassed and stuck out his tongue, only then did he notice that next to the plate of peaches was a celadon wine jug.

  "Grandfather, is this a wine jug?" Mo Qingchen asked hesitantly, she really didn't understand what was good about asking that.

  Mo Daxian smiled and patted the wine jug, saying: "Hehe, girl, you're in luck. A few days ago, your third uncle found some fine wine outside and I managed to get a jug from him since my last batch of elixir turned out well. Come, have a drink with me."

  Mo Qingchen almost stumbled, could it be that he knew he would drink?! He stuttered: "G-grandfather, can I have a drink?"

  Mo Danyan was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Lass, this is not that ordinary wine, drinking it only has benefits and no drawbacks. Come on, try some and you'll know."

  Mo Danyan said as he poured a full cup of wine with a small white porcelain ladle and handed it to Mo Qingchen.

  Looking at the white porcelain small jug with a thick, amber-like liquid, he then looked up and saw Mo Daren's face full of expectation. Mo Qingchen picked it up, tilted his head back, and drank it down, then froze.