Mo Qingchen heard the sound and looked over, only to see a woman in her twenties walking towards him with a gentle swaying gait. Upon seeing her appearance, Mo Qingchen suddenly thought of an enlarged version of Little Eleven, Mo Yuqi.

  "Eighth Sister." Mo Xiāng's face returned to its usual calm and tranquil state as he greeted her lightly.

  The girl nodded casually and her gaze turned to stare at Mo Qingchen's face.

  "Is this... Seventh Brother's daughter?" The voice was drawn out, with a tone that made one feel uncomfortable.

  "Qingchen, this is Auntie Ba." Mo Fourteen didn't respond to the woman's words, but instead spoke to Mo Qingchen.

  Mo Qingchen bowed and said: "Eighth Aunt."

  The girl looked at Mo Qingchen's face for half a moment before saying, "Huh, I really didn't see any resemblance to Seventh Brother. I'm telling you, Fourteenth Brother, don't bring home every Tom, Dick and Harry. The Mo family isn't a shelter."

  Mo Qingchen rolled her eyes inwardly, this mother and daughter were indeed alike, saying the same lines but with a completely indifferent expression on their faces. After all, she was an elder and had Fourteenth Uncle around, so it wasn't worth arguing back.

  As expected, the fourteenth uncle's face sank and he said coldly: "Eighth aunt, fourteen is not so muddled, little sixteen has already seen the clan leader!"

  The girl swung her handkerchief and said, "Alright, Fourteenth Brother, that's all I have to say. I heard this little girl is a fake spiritual root of the Fourth System. Alas, it's probably going to be a waste of your effort!" After finishing speaking, she lifted up a fragrant breeze with her left hand holding the moon-white handkerchief embroidered with peony flowers and walked away.

  Mo Qing walked silently forward without making a sound.

  "Yātóu?" Mo Fourteen softly called out.

  "Hmm?" Mo Qingchu slightly raised her head.

  "That was Little Eleven's mother, she——" Mo Fourteen's words were cut off by Mo Qingchen before he could finish.

  "I understand."

  "Fourteen, how did you know?"

  Mo Qingchen finally couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "The mother and daughter are really cut from the same mold, I can tell at a glance."

  "Hmph." The usually serious Mo Xiuzhi actually laughed out loud, then walked a bit further before stopping and saying: "Girl, you should head in that direction now."

  Mo Qingchu gazed at the small path between the flowers and then reluctantly looked away from Mo Shisan.

  Mo Xi looked at the lingering look in Xiao Ren's eyes, his expression softened, and he patted Mo Qingchen: "Girl, practice well. No matter what, you have to participate in the clan's small competition at the end of the year, try your best to perform well, it will affect your cultivation expenses next year."

  Mò Qīngchén nodded and said obediently: "Qīngchén knows, Fourteenth Uncle."

  Mo Qingchen and Mo Shisi bid farewell, then followed Yunzhi onto the flower-lined path. After walking no more than a few zhang, she heard Mo Shisi call out: "Lass—"

  Mo Qingchen turned his head back.

  "You must remember, in our Mo family's cultivation, it's not about retreating a step to gain a broader perspective. You can only move forward with determination, even if you fail, you cannot retreat, in order to win your own dignity." Mo Fourteen said slowly and clearly.

  Mo Qingchen's heart skipped a beat as she understood why her fourteenth uncle said that. She thought to herself that since childhood, she had been living under someone else's roof and was used to enduring hardships. However, in the resource-scarce Mo household, it was encouraged to fight for what one wanted, and if one didn't struggle or grab for things, they would ultimately end up being trampled on by others and become a stepping stone for someone else's success.

  Mò Qīngchén slowly squatted down and saluted: "Qīngchén thanks Fourteenth Uncle for his teachings."

  With a final word, she took Yunzhi's arm and walked away step by step along the winding flower path.

  "Fourteen looked at Mo Qingchen's small back and sighed softly: 'Girl, it's up to your own luck now. Fourteen uncle has said all he can say, and that's also being fair to Seventh Brother.'"

  Before long, Mo Qingchen finally returned to Mo Daxian's residence with Yunzhi.

  As soon as she stepped through the doorway, Mo Daxian rushed out and exclaimed: "Well-behaved granddaughter, you're back!"

  Mo Qingchen twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded: "Yeah, Grandpa, Qingchen is back."

  "How's it going? No fight, right?" Mo Danyan said, sizing up Mo Qingchen from head to toe.

  Mo Qingchen looked back at Mo Dajian's expression, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that his face was full of expectation. He said smoothly: "Thanks to Grandpa's blessing, they didn't fight."

  After finishing speaking, he muttered a word of "damn it" under his breath. How could he be so relaxed in front of his grandfather whom he wasn't very familiar with yet? He seemed to have recovered some of his original personality from the modern times.

  Mo Danyan didn't mind these things, but instead sighed: "No fight? I remember when Grandpa first went to Chaoyang Hall, it was a big deal, and I even beat up my second brother until his face was swollen... Hehe..."

  Mo Qingchen pursed his lips and said: "Is it that Second Master in Chaoyang Hall?"

  Mo Danyan was taken aback for a moment, then said: "It's him."

  He said with a somewhat despondent expression: "Your second grandfather was also an unfortunate person."

  Mo Qingchen had an inquisitive look on his face as he listened intently.

  Mo Danyan continued: "Second Brother is a fake spiritual root of the Five Elements, and he has never broken through to the middle stage of Lianqi in his life. In order to cultivate a place with sufficient spiritual energy, he chose the task of guarding Chaoyang Hall. This one job lasted for 60 years!"

  Mo Qingchen also felt a pang in his heart as he heard Mo Dajian's tone, sixty years, how did the ambitious and proud young man become the lonely and declining old man of today.

  He was a four-element spiritual root, slightly stronger than Second Grandfather. Thinking of Second Grandfather's outcome, Mo Qingchen felt a chill run down his spine.

  Seeing Mo Qingchen's slightly changed expression, Mo Danyan realized his mistake and hurriedly laughed: "Don't worry, little girl, you have Grandpa. Hehe, Grandpa's newly opened furnace of Aggregating Spirit Pills produced a top-grade one today, what great luck! I'll secretly exchange this top-grade one for you to take later."

  Mo Qingchen felt a warm current surge through his heart and asked: "Top-grade?"

  Mo Da Nian's eyebrows danced with excitement as he said: "Eh, little girl, do you know the grade of this medicinal pill?"

  After finishing speaking, Mo Qingchen didn't wait for a response and continued to say: "The same kind of elixir has lower, middle, upper, and extreme grades. Generally, the elixirs that come out of the furnace are mostly lower grade, if there are a few middle-grade ones, it's already a gain. If one or two upper-grade ones appear, that's really hitting the jackpot. As for the extreme-grade elixir, it's just a legend, anyway, Grandpa has been refining elixirs for so long and hasn't seen one yet. Girl, you're really Grandpa's lucky star! Just as soon as you came, Grandpa not only successfully refined a furnace of Ling Gathering Pills, more than usual, but also got an upper-grade elixir!"

  "The most talkative Qingchen also came with interest: 'Grandfather, can I follow you to learn alchemy in the future?'"

  I remember my fourteenth uncle mentioning briefly that the most popular professions in the Cultivation Realm are Array Masters, Alchemists, Artifact Refiners, and Talisman Makers. Cultivators with these skills tend to live a very comfortable life. Now that my own grandfather is an alchemist, I'd be letting myself down if I didn't learn from him properly.

  Mo Danyan nodded and said, "Of course, but Xiao Jiu, you can only refine the pill after reaching the fifth layer of Qi refining. Otherwise, you won't be able to release the true fire and won't be able to refine the pill."

  Mo Qingchen felt a slight disappointment, and it was cultivation again! It seems that cultivation is indeed the foundation of everything.

  "Alright, girl, let's eat first." Mo Danyan said.

  "Grandpa, didn't you say we were going to take Qingchen to offer incense to Father?"