"This... this is my sister's hairpin." Yunzhi picked up the hairpin from the ground, her voice trembling as she spoke.

  "Speaking of which, Yunzhi's face gradually filled with terror: 'Miss, my sister, she... will she...'"

  Yun Chi became flustered, the truth about today's events was unclear to a mere maid like her, but if Ninth Miss had indeed killed Tenth Aunt, then her sister might be silenced!

  "Yunzhi sister, don't be anxious, tell me, is Yunshan also inseparable from Ninth Miss?" Mo Qingchen asked.

  Upon hearing Mo Qingchen's question, Yunzhi shook her head and said: "No, Ninth Miss is not fond of others disturbing her, so unless it's something necessary, Sister won't enter Ninth Miss's boudoir. If Ninth Miss goes out, she definitely won't bring Sister along."

  "Yunzhi sister, if that's the case, Yunshan should be in no great danger." Mo Qingchen said.

  "Why?" Yun Chi heard Mo Qingchen say this and asked hastily, as if grasping a lifesaving straw.

  "As long as Yun Shan wasn't with Jiu Jie when she killed someone, and the clan members didn't see it with their own eyes, there's no need for them to do anything to her. Now that she's gone missing, it's possible that she was taken away for questioning. The cultivator's methods are exceptional, they can tell if an ordinary person is lying or not. As long as they confirm Yun Shan really doesn't know anything, they'll definitely let her go." Mo Qingchen slowly analyzed.

  Yun Zhi heard and slightly let out a breath, still asking with concern: "Then why hasn't sister returned yet?"

  Mo Qingchen smiled and said, "Yun Shan is after all Ninth Sister's personal maid. Now that Ninth Sister has been locked up in the Clan Master's residence, Yun Shan must have gone there to attend to her."

  "Ah, thank goodness, I hope so." Yunzhi said, clasping her hands together and closing her eyes to murmur a prayer.

  "Yunzhi sister, let's go back." Mo Qing said calmly.

  "Yes, miss." Yunzhi said as she followed Mo Qingchen away, still looking back reluctantly.

  Mo Qingchen returned to the room, sat on the bed for a moment, turned his hand over and pulled out a wine gourd from the storage bag, took two sips and threw it back.

  In the past two years, Mo Qingchen spent only a few taels of loose silver to buy many such gourds, all used to hold wine for drinking. The magical wine gourd has now shrunk to the size of a peanut and is hung around her neck as a necklace.

  To cover up, Mo Qingchen started learning to brew wine and gradually spread the word that she liked brewing wine and loved drinking. She thought it over and decided that instead of being discovered by others and asked questions, it would be better to let everyone know her hobby openly, which would make her feel more at ease.

  However, Mo Qingchen didn't dare to let others taste the fine wine in the gourd. After all, the wine in the gourd was exceptionally delicious, even better than the taste of Ling Wine. It was too abnormal for an eight-year-old girl like her to brew such a good wine.

  So Mo Qingchen simply used the cheapest kind of Ling fruit to brew a fruit wine, adding a small amount of gourd wine to it. As a result, the wine brewed by Mo Qingchen was much better than the cheapest Ling wine sold in the Ling Wine Workshop, making people think that she had a talent for brewing wine, and wouldn't arouse any suspicion towards her.

  Even Mo Daxiong, the head of the Mo family, had once sighed that he had seen Xiao Shi's talent for alchemy early on, and brewing wine often has similarities with alchemy. Now it seems that he didn't misjudge him after all.

  In Mo Qingchen's storage bag, there were more than a dozen gourds. Only three of them contained the wine from her original gourd, which she used to drink herself every day. The rest were filled with fruit wine that she had brewed herself to deceive others.

  "Could it be that the Mo family is entering a period of turmoil?" Mo Qingchen muttered to himself.

  These days at Mo's house, Mo Qingchen unknowingly treated this place as his own home.

  Although the clan didn't show any favoritism towards her, and some people even had a hint of mockery due to her inferior spiritual roots, Mo Qingchen liked this peaceful and goal-oriented life. Every year, she used her own skills to earn money for her cultivation, which made her feel very down-to-earth, and her days were filled with hope.

  But now Mo Fei Yan's murder case may be a butterfly flapping its wings, changing the trajectory of the Mo family.

  Mo Qingchen understood that he was weak and powerless, so thinking about these things would only be a waste of worry. The only thing he could do was to try his best to improve his cultivation.

  At present, she can't control anything, nor can she grasp her own destiny, but at least she can grasp the direction of her efforts.

  "Wang Chuan, Qing Chen is about to start cultivating." Mo Qingchen patted Wang Chuan's arm.

  For the past two years, Mo Qingchen has spent most of his time cultivating, and even the time he spends interacting with others has become extremely rare. The more he cultivates, the more he understands the inadequacies of his Four Spirits Root. If he doesn't work harder, he's afraid that he can only muddle along for the rest of his life.

  However, a person in a small house, practicing every night, can't help but feel empty and quiet. After all, Mo Qingchen hasn't reached the state of being calm and peaceful yet. So she got into the habit of releasing Wang Chuan, occasionally chatting with him for a bit. Anyway, Wang Chuan doesn't need to consume spiritual stones, as long as there's fine wine in the gourd, it's enough.

  On the second day, the entire Mo Manor was immersed in a strange and silent atmosphere, and even the people of Chaoyang Hall were somewhat absent-minded during their cultivation.

  "If Ba Ge were here, he would know more than us, he's always well-informed." Mo Ning Rou finally couldn't help but open her eyes and say.

  Mo Yuqi sneered: "Isn't he the one who calls Chen Ming of the Chen family his brother? With such a big thing happening yesterday, did he go to investigate?"

  "I'm not sure what's going on anymore." Mo Ning Rou said.

  "It has nothing to do with us anyway, it's all Ninth Sister's trouble." Mo Yuqi said with a fake smile.

  "Eleventh sister, what you said is not right. This isn't a matter of internal strife over cultivation resources. This time it's no small matter. You should know that our family is in this together - we rise and fall as one." Mo Ran suddenly opened her eyes and said.

  Mo Yuqi bit her lip and remained silent. Over the past two years, she had been in an awkward situation at home due to her continuous losses to Mo Qingchen. She didn't dare offend someone like Mo Ranyi, but in her heart, she was indignant: Why should I be implicated? Our family doesn't even provide me with enough cultivation resources on a daily basis, yet when others mess up, they want to drag me down too.

  Mo Qingchen secretly agreed with Mo Ranyi's words, although Mo Ranyi was arrogant and willful, but on some major issues, she could distinguish between right and wrong.

  "Right, right, what Eldest Sister said is correct! Whoever bullies Ninth Sister, I'll beat him up!" The seven-year-old Hu Tou looked even more robust and sturdy, with a body that seemed like a little tiger's.

  "Fifteenth brother, you're still not as formidable as Ninth sister." Mo Qingrou said with a serious face.

  Hutou was just about to retort, but saw that Mo Xiaobao, who had not been in the Chaoyang Hall for cultivation, suddenly rushed in, panting and saying: "It's... it's not good, you guys quickly go take a look, Chen family, someone from the Chen family has arrived!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Xiaobao turned around and rushed out again.

  Mo Ran and several others suddenly stood up and rushed out together.

  As Mo Qing followed the dust road and passed by the small hall, he found that Er Ye had also disappeared.

  Mo Qingchen and a few others hastily made their way to the Mo Manor's reception hall, but upon arrival, they hid behind a pillar, quietly concealing themselves, which would be laughable for cultivators with spiritual awareness.

  But at this time, who would care about a few children?

  Only in the great hall, the Mo family elder and several grandfathers were present. A middle-aged man in a gray long gown stood in the center of the hall, standing opposite them with an overwhelming aura.

  "Brother Chen." Tribe leader Mo Dasan cupped his hands together in respect.

  The middle-aged man let out a cold snort, and Mo Qingchen only felt his eardrum shake, followed by a buzzing pain in his head.

  Mo Dashi's hand waved, and he said, "Brother Chen, what do you mean by this?"

  Mo Qingchen felt a lightness in his body, and that uncomfortable feeling dissipated. He quickly perked up his ears to listen.

  "The head of the Mo family, I'm a straightforward person, my little girl died miserably at your house yesterday, what's the reason behind it? Chen wants to seek justice today." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

  Mo Dashi and several others exchanged a glance, then said: "This matter is a long story. Chen brothers, you see..."

  "It doesn't matter, Chen has plenty of time!" The middle-aged man bluntly interrupted Mo Dashan's words.

  "Chen Shijie, don't be too presumptuous. What attitude is this towards our clan elder? Where do you think the Mo family stands? Are you representing the entire Chen family or not?" Mo Laoliu asked in a cold voice.

  He had long been displeased with Chen Shijie, but he was just a few years earlier than them in the foundation period, and he was so arrogant. He wasn't even the head of the Chen family, yet he dared to speak to his own family head like that, clearly not putting the entire Mo family in his eyes.

  After hearing Mo Lao Liu's words, Chen Shijie let out a long laugh and said sternly: "Chen only knows that if you kill someone, you must pay with your life, and if you owe money, you must repay it. Since that's the case, don't mention it again! You Mo family should hand over Mo Feiyan right now!"

  Mo Dashi said calmly: "Brother Chen, our Mo and Chen families have been on good terms for so many years. Why must you make things so awkward? Please listen to my words."

  Chen Shijie gazed coldly at Mo Dashan, motionless.

  Mo Dashan and Chen Shijie locked eyes, while Chen's face changed from red to green, then from green to white, and finally from white to black, in an instant, like a colorful palette.

  Mo Qingchen, who was hiding and watching from the side, understood that the two were communicating with each other through their divine sense. Unfortunately, although she had discovered that her own divine sense far surpassed those of fellow cultivators, wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation between Foundation Establishment stage cultivators was a pipe dream.

  "Brother Chen, it's like this, you see things happen, we don't want them to either," Mo Dashan said.

  Chen Shijie remained silent for a long time before speaking: "This is just your Mo family's one-sided story. Even if it were true, wouldn't that be your Mo family bullying a weak girl? Do you think I'd sacrifice my daughter's life over this?"

  "Chen brothers, may I ask if you came here today on your own accord or as a representative of the Chen family?" Mo Dashan asked.

  Chen Shijie's eyes sparkled after hearing this.

  Yesterday, the Chen family received devastating news. He was heartbroken for his daughter and wanted to come to the Mo family to demand justice, but as a cultivator in the foundation-building period, he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. So, he sought out several clan leaders to discuss this matter.

  But the result of the discussion was exactly what he wanted!