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  Mo Qing dust lonely lying on the bed, dizzy and drowsy, only feeling cold and hot all over his body, without any strength.

  After three or four days like this, her body grew weaker and weaker, but her mind became clearer.

  Mo Qingdun struggled to move his fingers, took out a Rejuvenation Pill from the storage bag, swallowed it in one gulp, and only then did he feel energized, flipping over and getting out of bed.

  The first thing was to take out Linggu, add the meat with spiritual energy, make a bowl of meat porridge, and slowly drink it down before starting to clean up the room.

  Mo Qingchen put away the personal medicine garden and storage bag containing spiritual medicine that he had hidden before leaving, and also gathered some items that his grandfather often used together. Only then did he sit down in a chair to rest for a while.

  From then on, I really became alone, no longer having to guard against Grandpa's sneaky drinking, no one pulling me along to excitedly share gossip, and no one stroking my head saying: "Girl, you're doing great now, Grandpa isn't relying on you to show off, as long as you're living comfortably..."

  Tears fell unknowingly, landing on Mo Qingchen's hand, and she finally came back to her senses. She wiped away her tears with force and murmured: "Grandfather, don't cry, I'll be fine, I will live a good life."

  Jade Light Sect!

  Mo Qingchen had lived in Tianyao City for more than four years and never thought that one day he would think of this sect with such complicated emotions.

  Months ago, she missed the opportunity to join the Yao Guang Sect. At that time, she didn't mind, thinking that there would be other opportunities in the future. But now, Mo Qingchen made up her mind, she must enter the Yao Guang Sect and take a closer look at that person's background, no matter how difficult it is. One day, she will personally avenge her grandfather.

  From that day on, Mo Qingchen appeared normal in front of everyone, but behind their backs, his eyes seemed to hold a deep pool of water, making it impossible for others to see the depth.

  The Yao Guang Sect recruits disciples once every ten years, but Mo Qingchen couldn't wait that long. She heard that the Yao Guang Sect would be recruiting miscellaneous disciples soon and decided to give it a try.

  So-called miscellaneous disciples, sounds good. With two words of disciple, it's actually just doing odd jobs, and the status in the sect is no different from that of a servant.

  A sect that supports so many cultivators will inevitably have a large number of industries. Especially for a top sect like the Yao Guang Sect on the Tian Yuan Continent, it is even more so, with industries spread all over and requiring a large workforce.

  Those formal disciples, even the outer door disciples, are not too bad in terms of qualifications. Neither the sect nor themselves are willing to be occupied by these trivial matters for too much time and energy, so there is this level of miscellaneous disciples.

  Most of them are of low quality and were eliminated during the selection of disciples, but they are not willing to become ordinary cultivators for life. They always think that by entering a famous sect first, who knows what opportunities might come their way.

  During this period, Mo Qingchen learned the most basic five-element spells. Indeed, he found that he learned fire and wood element spells much faster than earth and metal element spells. Because fire element spells cannot be exposed in front of people, he wholeheartedly practiced the entwining wood spell.

  Mo Qingdian found that the entwining wood technique simulated by spiritual power became faster with more practice, but its power didn't change much. However, the entwining wood technique cultivated from seedlings using spiritual power would vary depending on the type of seedling used.

  This discovery made Mo Qingchen's eyes light up, she collected as many different kinds of vine seeds as possible and planted one in her portable medicine garden, watering it with spiritual wine.

  The vines required for Wood Binding Technique are not the ordinary vines of the mortal world, but a type of spiritual plant with weak spiritual energy. The seeds are cheap and most wood-based cultivators can afford to use them.

  After comparison, Mo Qingchen picked out two kinds of vine seeds. One was dark green with dense sharp thorns all over its surface, while the other was light yellow and looked ordinary but had great tenacity. Once it wrapped around something, a lot of strength would be needed to cut it off. As for the other seeds, although they were different from each other, none of them stood out in terms of attack power.

  Just as Mo Qingchen was focused on familiarizing himself with the two vines, three months later, the seeds he had planted in his portable medicine garden and watered with fine wine every day had already become century-old vines.

  Generally, a spiritual plant, one hundred years is a threshold, after reaching one hundred years it can be called a spiritual herb or spiritual medicine. At five hundred years there's another threshold, followed by one thousand years and ten thousand years.

  What surprised Mo Qingchen was that among the hundreds of vines in the medicine garden, an ordinary vine that had nothing special about it originally had acquired a property she hadn't expected - Soul Binding.

  What is meant by "binding of the soul" is that once a cultivator is entwined by the vines, they are unable to mobilize their spiritual energy and become no different from ordinary people.

  Mo Qingchen caught a first-class demon beast equivalent to the human refining stage for experimentation. This hundred-year-old vine can only trap the demon and make it dormant, which is already surprising Mo Qingchen. It can be imagined that as the age of the vine grows, this function will naturally become stronger.

  The two kinds of vines she had set her sights on did not disappoint her either. The vine that was covered in sharp thorns, after a hundred years, the thorns were even sharper. Mo Qingchen had once seen a flying needle-like artifact, and although these steel thorns couldn't compare to it, they weren't far off either. More importantly, there were countless thorns, as numerous as cow hair, and if someone got entangled in them, they would definitely have a hard time getting out.

  Another tendril became more resilient, and Mo Qingchen couldn't cut it off because he couldn't use his magic tool.

  The method is precious for its precision, not for its quantity. After clearing away distractions and making a firm decision, I will specialize in using these three types of vines.

  She currently has three storage bags, one of which was obtained from Mo Jia, the smallest in capacity, is a common goods among common goods. Another was bought in Tianyao City specifically for storing spiritual medicine, also an ordinary goods. The best one is actually the one she got from the Foundation Establishment cultivator, although it's not particularly good, but wins in terms of capacity.

  The container for storing elixirs was of ordinary size, but it contained precious elixirs from previous years. Over the years, not many had been collected, and there were just enough to use. Although her own container was small, it had accompanied her for many years and held sentimental value. Mo Qingchen put in the Lí Fáng Dān, Shòu Yuán Guǒ, bowl-shaped utensils, Kuǐ Wàng Chuān, as well as Grandfather's heirloom, which she considered to be the most precious things at present.

  Then put two storage bags into the backpack and place them close to the body. They will not be taken out easily unless there is a special situation.

  The largest storage bag was dull and inconspicuous, but she didn't mind, stuffing all sorts of daily necessities, medicinal pellets, and miscellaneous items into it.

  After some thought, he transformed into a young man and discreetly took out two 500-year-old spiritual herbs. He exchanged the spiritual stones for a mid-grade portable medicine garden at a shop on Qingyu Road.

  This intermediate portable medicine garden, the spiritual energy inside is more abundant than the one on her hand, but she has a gourd in her hand and doesn't care about this, it's for the capacity of the intermediate medicine garden.

  Mo Qingchen transplanted all the spiritual herbs, spiritual grasses and spiritual trees from the low-grade medicine garden to the mid-grade medicine garden. From then on, the mid-grade medicine garden specialized in cultivating last year's spiritual plants, while the low-grade medicine garden was filled with three kinds of vines.

  It's unknown what other functions these three vines will have as the years go by, but judging from their current state, if used properly, they can even rival a cultivator in the later stages of Qi Refining.

  In the Xianxia world, Qi-refining cultivators in the early and middle stages who do not have a strong background are generally unwilling to offend late-stage Qi-refining cultivators because only then can they use magical artifacts.

  Not to mention the diversity of artifact attacks, just the fact that operating an artifact consumes less spiritual power than using a spell has already opened up a gap.

  This is also the reason why talismans are so popular, as they consume less spiritual energy than artifacts, requiring only a tiny bit of spiritual energy to activate. However, it takes a large number of talismans to exert their power, which is not what most cultivators can afford.

  It can be said that in the usual fighting methods of the masters, magic is relegated to last place, unless it's some special secret method, which is a different story altogether.

  Mo Qingchen arranged everything properly and had some confidence in her heart. At this time, she was no longer a weak little girl who couldn't even truss a chicken.

  She continued practicing her wood-winding skills while waiting for news from the Jade Light Sect about recruiting miscellaneous disciples.

  Finally got the exact date, Mo Qingchen tidied himself up and took a last look at the small courtyard where he had lived for more than four years. He gently closed the gate and turned to leave without hesitation.

  This time, the Yao Guang Sect is recruiting miscellaneous disciples, and unlike recruiting formal disciples, there are no recruitment points in cities within each jurisdiction. Instead, they are set up at the foot of the mountain range where the Yao Guang Sect is located.

  That is to say, Mo Qingchen still had to rush from Tianyao City, fortunately, Tianyao City was the closest city to Yao Guang Sect. With Mo Qingchen's speed, she rushed for two days without stopping and finally arrived.

  Yao Guang Sect is located in the Fang Zhu Mountains, which stretch for thousands of miles, with layers of peaks and ridges, and strange peaks rising one after another. In addition to Yao Guang Sect, there are countless large and small sects established here, most of which are attached to the Tian Yuan Continent's Xiu Zhen Menpai, a behemoth among them being Yao Guang Sect.

  Mo Qingchen looked up and gazed into the distance, seeing only a range of mountains connected together, towering into the clouds, with cloud-like mist swirling around them. From time to time, there were broad-sleeved and wide-robed monks riding on magical instruments descending from the clouds and mist, with five-colored spiritual lights flashing between them.

  "This is truly a sacred place for cultivation, Mo Qingchen suddenly sighed in his heart, with a determined face he walked towards the crowd surging at the foot of the mountain."

  The streets of Tianyao City were bustling with people coming and going, the excitement never diminishing. No one noticed that a small girl was missing from her usual spot where she had been selling goods for years.

  A rather charming young woman, listlessly leaning against a stall, unhurriedly cracking melon seeds.

  "Excuse me, when will the wine seller arrive?" a low and gentle voice asked.

  "Not coming, not coming." The young woman said impatiently without even lifting her eyelids.

  Since Mo Qingchen stopped setting up his stall, there were still some familiar customers who came to ask about him. However, as the months went by, the number of people asking about him gradually decreased.

  "Why?" The voice didn't rise, but it made the young woman involuntarily lift her head.

  "Is it you?" The young woman was taken aback.

  A man in grey clothes with an expressionless face asked: "Why didn't you come?"

  The young woman hesitated for a moment and said: "That little girl's grandfather has passed away, she probably won't come either."

  The man in grey was taken aback and asked: "Where does that little girl live?"

  The young woman looked at him and said: "I don't know, we just have adjacent stalls, how would I know where she lives?"

  The man in grey did not say another word and turned away.

  The young woman looked at his back, pursed her lips, and started cracking another melon seed.