Yun Chi suddenly bowed her head and said with a serious face: "Miss, you absolutely must not say such things. I, Yun Chi, cannot bear the title of 'older sister'. There is a distinction between immortals and mortals; your brothers and sisters are all esteemed young masters and misses with their own ranks. As for me, Yun Chi, who only has a humble name, being able to serve as Miss's personal maid is already a blessing."

  Mo Qingchen may not be able to say something like "From now on, we are sisters, you don't have to bow or do this and that" like some of the predecessors who traveled through time and patted their maids on the shoulder. But thinking about Yunzhi in front of her, who was originally a sister of the same clan, but had to be treated as a maid, still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

  Yun Chi saw Mo Qing dust and hadn't thought it through, so she took a deep breath and said: "Miss, forgive me for being presumptuous. Do you know that in the Mo family, only those with spiritual roots can enter the ranking?"

  Mo Qingchen had heard Fourteenth Uncle mention it yesterday, so he nodded in response.

  "But even in a family of cultivators like the Mo family, only a few people in each generation have spiritual roots. I heard my grandfather say that there were seven people in their generation, fourteen in the second generation, and sixteen in your generation so far, Miss. Some houses had two consecutive generations with people having spiritual roots, but not the third generation, while others didn't have any for the first two generations, but did in the third. In short, most Mo family members don't have spiritual roots. According to our clan's rules, if a house doesn't produce anyone with spiritual roots for three consecutive generations, they will be relocated from the Mo Manor to live in Mojiazhuang." Yunzhi said as she walked.

  Mo Qingyu listened seriously, knowing these were necessary pieces of information to understand.

  Yun Chi is not surprised that Mo Qingchen, who is only six years old, can listen to the gathering of spirits. She was born into the Mo family and has seen many strange things about children with spiritual roots in the clan. She continued: "Yun Chi's parents also live in Mojiazhuang, Yun Chi was sent to Mofu by her parents since childhood, seeing that all the young ladies and gentlemen have their own personal servants, and they are already prepared to become ordinary maids of Mofu. Now that she can become your personal maid, it is already a great fortune. So, Miss, don't think that Yun Chi is humiliated. The rules of the secular world cannot be applied to the cultivation families anyway. Not to mention Yun Chi, an ordinary person, even if it were a princess or a noble lady from the secular world, they would also have to bow their heads when seeing you, a cultivator. Moreover, every cultivation family in Luoyang has similar rules."

  Mo Qingchen finally understood that many of the Mo family clan members, who had also lived in the Mo Manor when they were young and had seen all sorts of divine techniques, suddenly moved to Mojiazhuang and became ordinary people facing the yellow earth and with their backs to the sky. How could they be willing to do this? They would rather send their children to the Mo Manor as slaves or servants, who knows, maybe there will be some opportunity, it's better than completely becoming ordinary people.

  Mo Qingchen's guess was correct. For the cultivator families of Luoyang City, it was not shameful for those without spiritual roots to be expelled from their clan and become servants of cultivators. On the contrary, it was a matter of pride. After all, not everyone who wanted to serve cultivators could do so.

  "Yunzhi sister, you understand a lot." Mo Qingchen could only say so.

  Yun Zhi smiled slightly and said, "Miss is overpraising me. Yun Zhi has grown up in the Mo Manor since childhood, these are just common sense that everyone knows. Miss, we've arrived." As she spoke, she pointed to the house that appeared before their eyes.

  Mo Qing dust originally thought that the Chao Yang Tang would be grand and magnificent, but unexpectedly it was just a row of single-story wooden houses situated by the lake. In front of the wooden house, three zhang away, stood a sign with the words "Chao Yang Tang" written on it.

  She heard from Fourteenth Uncle yesterday that people with spiritual roots are concentrated together for cultivation since childhood, because the entire Mo Mansion occupies a large area, and the places with spiritual veins are scattered, this lakeside Chao Yang Hall is actually one of the places with relatively abundant spiritual energy.

  "Miss, you'd better go in quickly, Yunzhi will come to pick you up." Yunzhi said, seeing Mo Qingchen constantly sizing up the Chaoyang Hall.

  "Ah, thank you, Cloud Branch sister." Mo Qingchen nodded slightly and walked into the wooden house.

  As soon as he entered, it was a small hall. An old man with white hair and beard sat behind the desk. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and said, "You are San Dai's little sixteen, aren't you?"

  Mo Qingchen stood still, his clear voice saying: "In response to Grandfather's words, I am indeed the sixteenth Mo Qingchen."

  "Well, you're quite polite. From now on, just call me Second Grandfather. Little Sixteen, come here, since it's your first time, I'll teach you the rules." The old man said, stroking his whiskers.

  Mo Qing dust walked steadily to the front of the old man, standing upright and square, a pair of big eyes facing the old man's line of sight.

  The old man nodded slightly, stroking his beard as he spoke slowly: "From today on, you will begin your cultivation in the Chaoyang Hall. Come at dawn every day and leave at dusk. You will have lunch in the dining hall of the Chaoyang Hall at noon. Every ten days, you can take a one-day break. There are only two situations where you don't need to come back: one is when you turn fifteen years old, and the other is if you haven't turned fifteen but have broken through to the fifth layer of Qi refinement." After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Qingchen with eyes that were almost closing.

  Mo Qingdun nodded to show that she understood. Although she couldn't read the jade slips for now, through her uncle's teachings, she also knew that the Qi Refining stage was divided into thirteen layers. Among them, the first four layers were the initial stage of Qi Refining, the fifth to eighth layers were the middle stage of Qi Refining, the ninth to twelfth layers were the later stage of Qi Refining, and the thirteenth layer was the Great Perfection.

  Every time it's four advancing five or eight advancing nine, it's a very difficult level, and even some people with good aptitude get stuck here.

  "Xiao Shi Liu, after you've cultivated your Qi to the first stage, come back here and I'll give you a storage bag. Alright, it's getting late now, hurry up and go inside." The old man pointed to the flower gate on the left side.

  "Thank you, Second Master." Mo Qingchen bowed and turned to walk towards the flower gate.

  Just then a soft voice of a girl came: "Tenth sister, hurry up, it's late."

  Another girl's voice came slowly: "Xiao Shi Si, what are you panicking about? Look at your composure!"

  "But—"

  "Alright, we've arrived!"

  Mo Qingdun stood in front of the flower gate and turned back to take a look, only to see two girls walking towards him hand in hand.

  One of the little girls in a pale pink dress looked about her own age, with a pink butterfly ribbon tied on her ponytail, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were shining with tears, looking so pitiful.

  Another girl was slender and tall, about ten years old, with a pair of phoenix eyes under her long eyebrows, her eyes gleaming with spirit, wearing a large red dress that made her look even more beautiful.

  Mo Qingchen couldn't help but take another look at the girl in the bright red dress, this girl was really dazzling, and at a young age, she already showed amazing brilliance.

  "Xiao Shi, Xiao Shi Si, it's already one o'clock in the morning, you're late." The old man said with a frown.

  The girl in the pink shirt lowered her head timidly, while the red-clothed girl raised her chin high and said to the old man: "It's just a minute late, why make such a fuss?"

  "Little Ten!" The old man's face fell.

  "Ten sister——" The pink-shirted girl pulled on the red-dressed girl's sleeve.

  The red-clothed girl suddenly grabbed the pink-shirted girl and walked straight past the old man, coldly snorting: "Hmph, just a waste who's never broken through to the fourth layer of Qi Refining in his entire life, what kind of senior's airs are you putting on!"