Yunzhi sent Mo Ningrou and Hu Tou out of the door, then gently closed the door behind Mo Qingchen, only then did it quiet down.

  Mo Qingchu finally entered the Refining Qi stage, although his body was uncomfortable, he couldn't hold back his excitement.

  She stretched out one hand, gritted her teeth and felt around under the bedding for a long time before finally pulling out an emerald green jade tablet.

  This jade slip was the Tianyuan Cultivation Manual given to her by Mo Fourteen when she first arrived at the Mo residence.

  Mo Qingchu stared at the jade slip for a while, then took a deep breath and calmed down, sticking the jade slip to his forehead.

  I remember that Fourteenth Uncle once mentioned that when people first enter the Qi Refining stage, their cultivation is still shallow and their divine sense is weak. In order to conserve some energy, it's best to place the jade slip on the forehead when reading it. Once the divine sense becomes stronger, there will be no need for this.

  It wasn't until a whole incense stick had burned down that Mo Qingchen slowly opened his eyes.

  The world of Xiuzhen is really too mysterious, and the content of this jade slip is much more detailed than what Fourteenth Uncle explained that day.

  At that time, the 14th uncle's lecture was to give her a general impression of Xiuzhen, so as not to be confused and ignorant. This Tianyuan Xiuzhen detailed explanation is to let a rookie quickly understand Xiuzhen common sense and become a qualified Xiuzhen practitioner.

  Moreover, this was what Mo Qingchen had read with her divine consciousness, and every word on the jade slip was firmly etched in her mind, unlike that day when she heard it and forgot more than half of it.

  Mo Qingchen slowly savored the contents of the jade slip, although she had memorized its contents in this one hour, but to truly comprehend and integrate it, it was not something that could be accomplished overnight, rather it required her to gradually combine theory with practice during her cultivation.

  In other words, Mo Qingchen is still a rookie who has knowledge of cultivation but lacks actual experience.

  Mo Qingchen's eyes were closed as he digested the contents of the jade slip, but his brow gradually furrowed.

  What's going on, Yu Jian said that after entering the refining period, cultivators can project their divine sense outside. As long as it is within the range of the divine sense, there is no need to use one's eyes to see, and everything around will be clear in one's mind.

  Refining one layer, the range of her divine consciousness extending outward is within a radius of about 10 feet. However, why does her divine consciousness extending outward have a range of as much as 20 feet?

  There's a reversal in the norm, and from the moment the clan leader determined her spiritual root, Mo Qingchen knew she wasn't some kind of genius. But why was her divine consciousness four times that of a cultivator at the same level?

  Mo Qing couldn't figure out what was going on no matter how hard she thought about it. This strange thing, even if Mo Daxin loved her dearly, she wasn't planning to ask him about it.

  Mo Qingchen faintly felt that this might have something to do with her soul transmigration, or perhaps it was because this body had once harbored two souls, resulting in some unknown changes, which led to the current abnormality.

  In any case, one has profited, a master's spiritual awareness is a very important matter.

  The mind is not only able to detect the environment, thereby discovering danger in advance, but also plays a decisive role in controlling one's own spiritual power. Moreover, if one's mind is far superior to others, they can even hear conversations conducted through the mind.

  Mo Qingchen was overjoyed and began to cultivate according to the method described in the Jade Scroll.

  The spiritual energy that remained in the dantian began to move around inside Mo Qingchen's body according to his will, and at the same time, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to enter Mo Qingchen's body, mixing with the original spiritual energy, slowly moving.

  Unbeknownst to him, a whole week had passed, and the spiritual energy had once again converged on Mo Qingchen's dantian. However, he discovered that most of the new spiritual energy that had entered his body had dissipated, leaving behind only a tiny fraction that had been converted into internal spiritual energy.

  Mo Qingchen let out a long sigh, and she finally truly understood the importance of talent.

  What is meant by talent is determined by your spiritual root.

  The more chaotic the spiritual root is, the harder it is to retain and absorb the spiritual energy into the body.

  In other words, two people with different spiritual roots running a large cycle for the same amount of time and absorbing one hundred spiritual energies may result in someone with a heavenly spiritual root retaining ninety, while someone with a five-element spiritual root might only retain ten.

  As time went on, the difference in their cultivation speed became like heaven and earth.

  Mo Qingchen was aware of this, but she didn't lose heart. After all, she had been wandering outside the Qi Refining stage for so long that she had already made mental preparations.

  And after a big week of running, I not only feel refreshed and invigorated without any fatigue, but even the pain in my body has been greatly alleviated.

  No wonder Tianyuan Xiuzhen Detailed Explanation says that some cultivators have a closed door for several months or even years, it turns out that the feeling of cultivation is so good.

  Mo Qingchen was muttering to himself, intending to cultivate a bit more, when he heard the sound of knocking on the door.

  "Miss, it's time for dinner." Yunzhi's voice came from outside the door.

  Mo Qingchen was taken aback: "What time is it? How is it dinner time again?"

  Yunzhi laughed and pushed open the door: "Miss, it's already dawn, I think you're still sleepy."

  It's really been a long time since I've cultivated, and Mo Qingchen sighed in his heart, but on the surface he said: "Is Grandfather back?"

  Yun Chi shook his head and said, "The Fifth Master has not returned yet. Before he left, the Fifth Master had already instructed Yun Chi that at mealtime, he should serve Miss eating, no need to wait for him."

  Mo Qingchen nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble Yunzhi sister with it."

  Mo Qingchen simply finished dinner and was still immersed in the excitement of cultivation, hastily sending away Yunzhi and starting to cultivate again.

  After she ran a big week again, when she wanted to continue practicing, she found that her head started to ache slightly.

  Everything must be done in moderation. Once you've reached your physical limit, stop and rest for a while before continuing to cultivate.

  Mo Qingchen thought so and opened his eyes to look out of the window.

  The night sky is still so pure and bright, filled with stars. She unknowingly recalled the magical feeling of that day when Hu Tou took her on a paper crane ride. Thinking that if one day she becomes a foundation period cultivator, she would be able to freely fly through the air, wouldn't that be an immortal-like carefree life?

  At the thought of those things, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but feel a surge of wine enthusiasm, reached into his bosom and pulled out a wine gourd, and began to take small sips while gazing at the bright moon outside the window.

  "A person drinking alone is a bit lonely." Mo Qingchen said, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the puppet Forget River by the bed, then threw it to the ground. In an instant, the puppet turned into a handsome young man.

  Mo Qingchen patted Wang Chuan's back and said, "Wang Chuan, thank you for accompanying me these days. If it weren't for you, my Orchid Finger technique might not have been able to enter the door yet, and thinking about defeating Mo Yuqi would be a pipe dream."

  "It's a pity, Wang Chuan, if only you could talk, we two would be drinking together on this snowy night, wouldn't that be delightful?"

  Mo Qingchen pressed a button behind his back and said, "Anyway, pour me a glass of wine."

  Mo Qingchen was stunned after finishing speaking. How could Wang Chuang press the mechanism but still stand there like a wooden puppet, motionless?