"Grandpa, grandpa, did you guess it?"

  Mo Danyan stroked his beard with great satisfaction and said, "This old man has eaten more salt than you've had rice, can your little tricks still deceive Grandpa?"

  "Yes, yes, Grandpa is the most powerful." Mo Qingchen said casually, discovering that his body had shrunk but his horseback riding skills had gradually improved.

  Mo Danyan saw Mo Qingdun with a delighted expression on his face, but he said seriously: "Girl, Grandpa will tell you that even if you master this little hole kung fu, it won't be of much use in the future."

  "What?" Mo Qingchen asked.

  "You haven't yet cultivated internal energy, so you can't feel the difference between a cultivator and an ordinary person. Any cultivator who has entered the immortal's gate, with their qi and blood flowing smoothly, after entering the middle stage of cultivating qi, worldly martial arts are completely ineffective against them. For example, if you try to use acupoint striking on him, even if you hit the right spot, the force won't have any effect on him at all." Mo Danyan said slowly as he looked at Mo Qingdun.

  "So that's how it is." Mo Qingchen sighed, silently thinking to himself that if he hadn't entered the Refining Qi stage for a day, he wouldn't have understood the fundamental difference between immortals and mortals.

  "Ah Niang, are you still planning on practicing?" Mo Danyan asked.

  "Grandfather, what about those who are in the initial stages of refining their Qi?" Mo Qingchen asked.

  Mo Danyan nodded and said: "For those in the initial stage of refining their Qi, although the effect is not as good as it would be on ordinary people, there will still be some impact."

  "Grandfather, so that means the lower one's cultivation is, the better the effect will be?" Mo Qingchu's eyes lit up. He thought to himself, if that's the case, then it would be worth it.

  Mo Danyan smiled and said: "Not bad, but girl, don't be discouraged. If you practice a bit of acupuncture points, there might still be some benefits to it, have you thought of that?"

  Mo Qingchen shook his head, and then seemed to think of something, blurting out: "Grandfather, is it that from now on, if I use spiritual energy to seal acupoints, it will also affect cultivators?"

  Mo Danyan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled in satisfaction: "Girl, you're right, Grandpa didn't think of this. And there's another benefit, do you know that whether it's alchemy, artifact refinement, array deployment, or even spellcasting, all require various incantations?"

  Mo Qingchen shook her head, at that time Mo Fourteen had told her, but it wasn't so detailed.

  Mo Danyan continued: "You practice the acupuncture points, Grandpa doesn't know which school of acupuncture you've chosen, but it must be practiced with finger techniques. In this way, it will have a great benefit for your future use of various skills."

  It turned out that there was such a good thing, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but be delighted. Originally, she had already made up her mind that even if it was just a mediocre skill, for the sake of not losing too badly in the year-end competition, she would still cultivate it well. Unexpectedly, it would actually benefit her future cultivation, which was an unexpected joy.

  "Girl, remember this: in this world, there is no effort that goes unrewarded. It will always pay back at some point. Alright, it's getting late, go get some rest." Mo Danyan patted Mo Qingchen on the head.

  Mo Qingchen nodded thoughtfully and took the puppet Mo Daxian had given her back into the house.

  He rushed into the house, excitedly holding a palm-sized puppet, looking left and right, then pressed it on the forehead of the puppet, and threw it to the ground like Mo Danyan.

  Looking up at the lifelike male puppet, Mo Qingchen stretched out her small white hand and touched the puppet's thigh, then sighed: "Why isn't it a girl?"

  "Uh, anyway, I'll give you a name, hmm... how about 'Wangchuan'?" Mo Qingchen said to himself as he spoke to the puppet, which stood motionless in front of him since it hadn't been triggered.

  Mo Qingchen remembered Mo Danyan's words, the puppet would consume crystal nuclei when it moved. She walked around the puppet and then went to the bed to retrieve the secret book. She stared at the clothes on Wang Chu for a long time before whispering: "Wang Chu, I'm really sorry, but I'll have to take off your clothes first."

  After finishing speaking, Mo Qingchen subconsciously glanced around and secretly thought that fortunately he lived alone. Otherwise, if others saw him taking off the puppet's clothes, it would be too embarrassing to show his face.

  Mo Qingchen stretched out her hand to touch the clothes of Kuaiwu Wangchuan, but her fingertips couldn't help trembling. After all, she was a grown woman inside, and the Wangchuan in front of her, although motionless, looked really no different from a real man, even with visible sweat hairs on his hands.

  Mo Qingchen gritted his teeth, if he couldn't even overcome this little psychological barrier, then he shouldn't dream of achieving immortality!

  With one fierce move, Mo Qingchen tore off Kuai Wujiang's clothes, and in the blink of an eye, what was originally a man wearing a blue long shirt had turned into a stark naked man.

  Mo Qingchen silently gazed up at the sky, tears streaming down his face as he exclaimed: "Will Long Zhenyao's eyes recover? Damn it! Whose puppet is this? Is it necessary to make a single puppet so realistic?"

  Mo Qingchen rubbed her hot face, took out a wine gourd and drank a big mouthful of wine. With the courage boosted by the wine, she picked up a pen and drew acupoints on the puppet Wangchuan's body according to the secret recipe.

  "Under the abdomen Zhongji hole......" Mo Qing's face turned red and his ears were burning as he stared at it, finally gathering up the courage to carefully mark it with a pen.

  "Ah, finally finished!" He didn't even know how long it had been, Mo Qingchen threw down his big brush and let out a sigh.

  After the ink marks dried, Mo Qingchu put on his clothes with great effort and no longer had the mind to practice, turning Wang Chuan back into a palm-sized size, and suddenly lay down on the bed.

  Looking at the small person only a few inches tall on the bedside, Mo Qingchen really didn't dare to believe that he had just drawn all over his body with a pen. He thought to himself, fortunately no one saw it, otherwise they would think he was a pervert.

  Mo Qingchen habitually took two sips of wine and muttered to himself, "It's finally settled, tomorrow I can start practicing. It's strange, why can't I get the hang of drawing in air..."

  On the second day, he went to Chaoyang Hall again for another practice session. Still, there was no sign of qi entering his body. Mo Qingchen had changed from being anxious at first to being used to it now. Mo Yuqi also came to practice today and started teasing her again. Mo Qingchen made up his mind not to argue with her much and just wait until the year-end competition to see who would win in the end.

  "Hutou, yesterday, have you heard how the thirteenth aunt is doing?" Mo Qingchen asked on their way back.

  "Hmm, I don't know," said Hu Tou, shaking his big head. "I asked Father, and he said children shouldn't ask so many questions. Qing Chen, why doesn't Thirteen Aunt like Qian Shu Big Brother? Qian Shu Big Brother is very good."

  Mo Qingchen really didn't know how to explain the relationship between men and women to a five-year-old with a strong desire for knowledge, so he could only respond: "I don't know either, probably because Thirteen Auntie hasn't seen Qian Shu Gege before. Tiger Head, if you hadn't seen me back then, would you have liked me?"

  The tiger tilted its head and thought for a moment, then smiled: "I see, I understand now!"