Mo Ran's voice was stern: "Tiger Head, why ask so many questions? Are you not satisfied with the chaos? Hurry back to Chao Yang Hall and focus on your cultivation!" With that, he pulled Mo Ning Ruo along and left.

  As the crowd dispersed, Hu Tou said to Mo Qingchen in a puzzled tone: "What's wrong with them? It's really strange. Today isn't a rest day, is it? Why did even Shi Jie get confused?"

  Hutou finished speaking and was gazing at Mo Qingchen with sparkling curious eyes, when suddenly a hand appeared from behind him, grabbing his arm and saying: "Hutou, hurry up and follow your mother back home. Qingchen, you should also head back early, don't run around everywhere these days."

  "Ah, got it, Aunt Eleven." Mo Qingchen hastily nodded in response, secretly rejoicing that Aunt Eleven had appeared at the right moment. If Tiger Head had continued to pester him with that question, he would have been in trouble, and his seven-year-old self was far from being as easy to fool as his five-year-old self.

  Before long, only Mo Qingchen was left.

  Mo Qingchen lifted his foot and was about to head towards Yang Yi Garden, but after some thought, he turned around and rushed towards the back mountain instead.

  The back mountain is a secluded place, and at the foot of the mountain there is a clear stream that winds slowly into the Mo Mansion, becoming the living water in the garden.

  When Mo Qingchen arrived, he saw Mo Feiyan sitting quietly by the stream, her pure white skirt half-soaked in water. The peach blossoms falling from the mountain above floated down and swirled around the hem of her dress, but the icy girl seemed completely unaware.

  For a moment, Mo Qingchen seemed to see a beautiful painting scroll.

  But soon, Mo Fei's gaze turned cold and fell on Mo Qingchen, who slightly pursed his lips without making a sound.

  Mo Qingchen wasn't one to meddle in others' affairs, but seeing Mo Feiyan, who was normally aloof and detached, sitting here with her knees drawn up like a little girl, looking so solitary, he couldn't help but think of his own confusion and helplessness when he first came into this world.

  Mo Qingchen slowly walked to Mo Feiyan's side and sat down gently, also allowing the spring water of March to wet her white skirt.

  After a long time, Mo Fei spoke in an icy tone: "You don't have to come and comfort me, I don't need it."

  Qingchen quieted down for a moment before softly laughing and saying: "Ninth sister, Qingchen isn't here to comfort you."

  "Huh?" Mo Fei Yan looked at Mo Qing Chen with a glance.

  A little girl less than three feet away from her smiled and said, "Qing Chen is just suffering from a drinking habit, she wants to find someone to drink with."

  "Drink?" Mo Fei's eyebrows furrowed slightly, seemingly unintentionally.

  Mo Qingchen smiled and pulled out a gourd from the storage bag, his face slightly tilted as he said: "Yes, drinking alone is boring. Ninth Sister, do you want to try some?"

  Mo Fei Yan looked at Mo Qing Chen's hand holding the wine gourd and then looked at Mo Qing Chen, suddenly saying: "Give it to me."

  Mo Qingchen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and suddenly threw the wine gourd at Mo Feiyan.

  He stretched out his hand, steadily grasped the wine gourd and without saying a word, pulled out the stopper and tilted his head back to pour it down.

  "Cough, cough." Must have been the smoke from drinking too hastily.

  Mo Qingchen didn't even bother to respond, and instead pulled out another wine gourd, taking a sip with a carefree expression. Only then did he sigh and say: "Jiu Jie, it seems your cultivation is higher than Mo Qingchen's, but when it comes to drinking, you're far from being her match."

  "Isn't it said that you're good at brewing fruit wine? How come this wine is so strong?"

  Mo Qingchen blinked: "Those fruit wines are just brewed to deceive the tiger's head, if you want to drink wine, it's better to drink this strong liquor!"

  As early as half a year ago, she began to try brewing with grain. Cultivators in the foundation-building stage could abstain from grains, but even cultivators in the foundation-building stage would still eat. This was probably human nature, but what they ate was not ordinary grain, but spiritual grain.

  Mo Qingdeng's wine used the same grain as Linggu, but Linggu was also divided into nine grades. What she could afford to buy was the cheapest kind, which most ordinary cultivators consumed.

  This spiritual valley has nothing much special about it; it's just that compared to the ordinary world, the five grains have less of a smoky flavor and taste slightly better.

  But after Mo Qingchen added his own wine to the gourd, the flavor of the wine changed instantly.

  It's not that the smoke only feels that the wine enters the throat, it's like a fire burning, but afterwards it feels sweet and lingering, with an aftertaste that is endless. In just a moment, it feels warm in the abdomen, extremely comfortable.

  But that fierce energy made her feel as if something was about to burst out of her chest, and she felt an indescribable sense of relief.

  "What you said is true, it's really good wine!" Mo Fei Yan said, taking another few big gulps.

  "Heh heh, of course, nothing else to say. If we're talking about brewing wine, the Mo family still can't compare to Clear Dust." Mo Qingchen hugged his wine gourd and took a sip.

  Mo Fei nodded, taking sip after sip, and for the first time, she felt that wine was such a magical thing, able to gradually dispel the suffocating melancholy in her heart that made her want to shatter everything.

  "Again... let's have another round." After who knows how long, Mo Fei said with a slurred tone.

  "Good..." Mo Qingchen said, handing over another one.

  Only around the two of them, four or five small gourds had already fallen to the ground, and one was still floating away with the stream.

  "I asked Sixteen, where did you get so many gourds from?" Mo Fei said, as if drunk or not.

  Mo Qing dust wrinkled his nose: "Bought it."

  "Why don't you buy other kinds? They're all made of gourd."

  "Uh... this one is cheaper." Mo Qingchen said casually.

  "So that's how it is." Mo Feiyan said, shaking the gourd in her hand and finding that there was no more wine inside. She tossed the gourd to the ground and directly snatched the one from Mo Qingchen's hand, saying: "This gourd is great in every way, but it's just too small - huh, why does it taste wrong? It's sweet!"

  Mo Qingchen coldly sweated and said: "I accidentally picked up the wrong one."

  "You're being lazy again, Sixteen?" Mo Feiyan said as she leaned her body back and fell asleep.

  Looking at the girl sleeping soundly in front of him, Mo Qingchen silently shook his head and lay down on the grass, staring blankly at the azure sky.

  When Mo Daonian led his men to the back mountain, they saw this scene.

  By the creek's grassland, two girls in simple dresses, one big and one small, one curled up and sleeping soundly, the other gazing at the sky with a vacant expression, still holding a blade of grass in her mouth, while around them, scattered all over the ground were wine calabashes.

  The old man's eyebrows rose in anger and he shouted loudly: "You stinky girl, so you're here! You've made it hard for Grandpa to find you!"

  Mo Qing dust rubbed his aching ears and muttered to himself, "Grandfather is great in every way, but he has a big mouth. Whenever he speaks, it's like thunder."

  Mo Qingchen sat up and only then discovered that there were several people who came with Grandfather, including Eleventh Uncle, Fourteenth Uncle, and Ninth Aunt!

  She then awkwardly jumped up and bowed to several people.

  "Mo Jiuxiu, take Feiyan back with you. This child has been through a lot recently, all of you... let it go." Mo Danyan felt tongue-tied and immediately turned to face Mo Qingchen, "You little brat, wait till I deal with you when we get back home! It seems Grandfather has spoiled you too much!"

  Everyone saw Mo Daxian grab Mo Qingchen's hand and cast the Wind-Fire Escape Technique, disappearing in a flash of wind and flames.

  From far away, Mo Qingchen's voice still lingered: "Grandpa, don't go so quickly, I haven't picked up my wine gourd yet..."

  Mo Eleven and Mo Fourteen exchanged a helpless glance, then Mo Eleven walked over to pick up Mo Feiyan. He said to Mo Jiu's wife, "Ninth Sister-in-law, let me send you back."

  Mo Jiu's wife showed no expression on her face, she just nodded slightly.

  Mo Xiāng followed behind, thought for a moment, turned around and swept up the scattered wine gourds with one swing of his hand.

  Mo Qingchen was carried back to Yang Yi Garden by Mo Danyan, who then threw her to the ground and scolded her, "You little girl are getting bolder and bolder, actually sneaking out to drink wine in the backyard!"

  "Grandfather, Ninth Sister went to the back mountain, Qingchen was worried and just went to take a look."

  "You're right to worry about your sister, but when you saw Xiaojiao go to the back mountain, you should have come back and told us. How could you also run off, and both of you end up drinking like this?" Mo Danyan scolded.

  "Grandfather, Qingchen is not drunk." Mo Qingchen said.

  Mo Danyan said in a bad mood: "It's better if you get drunk, Xiaojiao is not drunk, at least she has eight layers of energy refining, and can still cope with danger."

  Alright, Mo Qingchen's cultivation was looked down upon, now he had nothing to say, hanging his head and letting Mo Dajiang scold him.

  Mo Danyan saw her like this, but the words of reproach couldn't be spoken. He stroked Mo Qingchen's head and sighed: "Girl, Xiao Jiu is now at the peak of her fame, and the clan is afraid that she will make a mistake. You went to the back mountain for just a while, but you don't know that the people in the clan have been searching for her everywhere, it was Hu Tou and others who said they saw Xiao Jiu going to the back mountain."

  "Uh, and then coincidentally found Qingchen." Mo Qingchen added a sentence.

  Mo Danyan smiled and nodded at her forehead: "You poor-mouthed girl, in short, next time you encounter such a thing, don't let the child act again. Also, from now on, don't go to the back mountain if there's nothing going on!"

  Mo Qing dust cleverly nodded: "Yes, Mo Qing will never dare again."

  "Alright, you go rest now, and Cloud Branch will call you for dinner later." Mo Danyan said.

  "Ah." Mo Qingchen responded and returned to his room.

  Mo Qing dust simply changed into a clean set of clothes and lay down on the bed, thinking about today's events, and didn't feel any regret.

  Even Mo Yan, a great writer, would be extremely distressed in his heart when encountering such things. If there is no way to vent, it's not impossible for demons to arise in the mind.

  Although she and herself were shallow, they were after all sisters of the same clan. After a long time in this world, Mo Qingchen deeply realized that individuals and families are interdependent, sharing both losses and honors together.

  Perhaps if Mo Yan were to cultivate successfully in the future, the entire Mo family's status would rise to a higher level, gaining more resources. As a member of the clan, he would naturally benefit greatly as well.

  Putting all that aside, it's really a pity to see a once-in-a-lifetime genius wither away like this, especially since she's still just a child.

  Grandpa, actually Qingchen knew that you were looking for someone, and he would definitely get clues from Hu Tou's place. It's not something he would do without being sure!

  Mo Qingchen muttered a sentence to himself and soon fell asleep in a daze.