It seemed he still didn't want to die!
Mo Qi fed the pill to Ancestor Fei.
Ancestor Shen asked with some curiosity, "What pill did you give him?"
Mo Qi replied, "Soul Gathering Pill."
Ancestor Shen asked doubtfully, "Didn't you say the Soul Gathering Pill is only effective in the early stages of the illness?"
Mo Qi smiled, "That's for Soul Gathering Pills refined by others. Their quality is too low, only working when the injury or illness isn't too severe. The pills I refine are of high quality, effective even in the middle and late stages."
Ancestor Shen's face clearly showed some doubt, "Is the difference that significant?"
Mo Qi began to boast again, "Master, you don't understand me, and I don't blame you. But you'll soon discover that I'm truly not ordinary."
Ancestor Shen showed a hint of disgust. He detested braggarts the most.
How did such a person become his disciple?
He regretted it somewhat!
Taking a disciple had been a bit too hasty!
However, the next moment, to his astonishment, Ancestor Fei's complexion visibly regained its rosy hue, and his eyes gradually shifted from their previous unfocused state to a sharp, clear gaze.
Moments later, Ancestor Fei actually got out of bed!
Ancestor Shen was dumbfounded!
He really wasn't ordinary!
This disciple was worth taking!
Ancestor Fei also found it incredible. After a brief moment, he felt full of energy and completely at ease.
He glanced at Mo Qi, his eyes moistening slightly. He blinked to prevent tears from falling, then cleared his throat and said, "Nephew, thank you for your trouble. You called me proud and unyielding, but I find you broad-minded and exceptionally distinguished. I misjudged you before."
"Regarding the deaths of my disciples and grand-disciples, I actually have a general understanding. They brought it upon themselves. It was just that my anger at the time made me lose my reason, and I acted excessively."
Mo Qi waved his hand magnanimously, "It's fine, it's fine. As long as we've cleared the air. But, where are my heavenly treasures?"
Ancestor Shen coughed dryly.
Ancestor Fei immediately said, "Yes, of course, they are here."
As he spoke, he took out something that looked like both a worm and a grass from his storage bag and handed it to Mo Qi. "This is the Soul Sea Worm Grass. Consuming it is equivalent to placing a catalytic artifact in your Soul Sea. It can enhance your defensive capabilities, continuously strengthen your Soul Sea, and constantly advance your cultivation. In short, you'll discover its benefits gradually."
Mo Qi accepted it.
Ancestor Shen's eyes gleamed, "Brother, you are truly willing to go to great lengths! You kept this for half a year without daring to use it, and today you've given it away so generously."
Ancestor Fei said with a relaxed expression, "Compared to this, I feel your pill is the true heavenly treasure. Mine is nothing."
Just then, Elder Sikong entered, carrying a coffin. Upon seeing Ancestor Fei standing there full of vigor, he froze.
Ancestor Fei said with a wry smile, "What are you bringing a coffin in here for?"
Elder Sikong's eyes darted, "I'm practicing the Flying Coffin technique."
After saying that, he flew out sitting in the coffin.
"You know, this coffin really suits him," Ancestor Fei said, stroking his beard.
"Hahaha..." A burst of laughter erupted from the room.
After Mo Qi consumed the Soul Sea Worm Grass, he felt something within him come alive. It slowly sank into his Soul Sea, like soil, gradually settling at the bottom and taking root.
A boundless power began to grow wildly within it, like a seed quietly nurturing itself underground. The entire Soul Sea began to boil and roar.
Feeling on the verge of a breakthrough, Mo Qi immediately took his leave from Ancestor Fei's residence.
Returning to his own room to meditate, someone came to report that a visitor was waiting outside the main gate.
Mo Qi had to temporarily put aside his breakthrough and went out to see. It was Cang Shan, accompanied by a child who looked somewhat familiar, though he couldn't recall where he had seen him.
Cang Shan was overjoyed to see Mo Qi, "You've really settled down here? I heard you're doing well here, is that true?"
Mo Qi sighed, "I'm treading on thin ice, constantly on edge. I almost died three days ago."
Cang Shan's excited gaze dimmed. He glanced at Murong He and said, "I was thinking of letting him stay here temporarily. Does that mean it's not possible?"
Mo Qi was completely bewildered, "Who is he? And why would he need to stay here?"
Murong He looked at Mo Qi timidly, "Brother-in-law!"
Damn, no need to ask, he must be from the Murong family.
Mo Qi immediately remembered. It was that child from the Murong Jin family. He couldn't recall his specific name.
Suddenly recalling the scene he had seen in the Qiankun Mirror not long ago, where Murong Yanran and Xue Ying were being attacked, he immediately grasped something, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.
Mo Qi was suddenly overcome with grief.
"What happened?" Mo Qi asked, suppressing the intense pressure in his heart, as if unwilling to accept it.
"The Murong family has been wiped out," Cang Shan said calmly.
"Brother-in-law!" Upon hearing the word "wiped out," Murong He could no longer suppress the emotions that had been pent up for days. He burst into tears again and threw himself into Mo Qi's arms.
Mo Qi patted his head and then turned to Cang Shan, "Who did this?"
Cang Shan immediately replied, "It should be the Nangong family, along with an unknown force."
Then, he recounted the entire incident to Mo Qi.
Mo Qi sighed, "I never expected that Yuwen Yan's act of mercy back then would lead to the annihilation of the Murong family."
Cang Shan did not know Yuwen Yan or the prior events, but he had heard about Nangong Zhen Dong transforming from a dwarf back to a normal person. He also sighed, "Life is so unpredictable!"
"Besides him, who else survived from the Murong family?" Mo Qi asked.
Cang Shan shook his head, "Murong Yanran might still be alive. Other than her, I doubt there are many left."
"No matter what force they are, I will make them pay," Mo Qi said indignantly after a moment of contemplation.
The Murong family was like a second home to him. He had just found a sense of belonging there, only to have these scoundrels ruin his dreams.
These demons, these beasts, must face retribution.
Then, he invited both Cang Shan and Murong He into his room. He also paid a visit to Ancestor Shen, informing him that he planned to return to the Southern Continent. He explained the calamity that befell the Murong family and his connection to them, requesting that Ancestor Shen look after Murong He.
Ancestor Shen agreed.
Afterward, Mo Qi went to the Peony Sect to find Linghu Xiaoxian, intending to bid her farewell.
However, Linghu Xiaoxian was not at the sect, and Mo Qi left with a sense of disappointment.
Subsequently, Mo Qi and Cang Shan set off for the Southern Continent.
At the Heavenly Steps Academy, Murong Yanran had not attended classes for a while. Firstly, she was not in the mood; secondly, she worried about being ambushed, so she had been staying in her dormitory.
However, Xue Ying still went to class.
This was because she had Xiao Yin's protection.
Xiao Yin didn't know why she had to protect Murong Yanran, but she would always do her best and go all out for any instructions from Xing Mian.
A defensive barrier was set up outside the building, so attackers couldn't destroy the people along with the house. To kill someone, they had to enter. With Xiao Yin guarding the entrance, it was quite safe.
Several waves of assassins had come, but all were killed by Xiao Yin's palms.
No one had anticipated that the assistant beside Xing Mian not only looked beautiful but also possessed an astonishingly high cultivation, earning great admiration!
After several waves of assassins fell, the days had been peaceful recently, and no one dared to attack.
But people kept sending letters through intermediaries, handed to Xiao Yin at the door.
This often happened at the academy. Male students who fancied female students, fearing embarrassment if they confessed face-to-face, would write love letters and have others deliver them. This way, even if rejected, the psychological burden would be lighter.
When delivering the letters, some would draw a heart symbol on the envelope to distinguish them from others.
All the letters Murong Yanran received had those markings.
Xiao Yin checked them over. There were no signs of poison or curses. She felt she should show them to Murong Yanran, as it might involve her lifelong happiness, and she dared not make decisions on her own. Thus, she handed the love letters to Murong Yanran.
Murong Yanran didn't even look at them and threw them into a corner.
Xiao Yin was curious and picked them up one by one to open and read.
Upon reading them, she became a little excited, "Ah! Miss Yanran, you really don't want to see these? This is a teacher from our academy! I never expected he would fall in love with you. He is adored by thousands, yet he has never spared a second glance at anyone. And you don't even want to look!"
Murong Yanran's heart stirred. Could it be Teacher Mo!
Her figure flickered, and she appeared before Xiao Yin. A gust of wind blew, and the love letters vanished from Xiao Yin's hands.
Murong Yanran unfolded them and saw the signature: Dugu Wudi.
It was someone from the Dugu family. Murong Yanran knew him; they had met a few times but never spoken.
Murong Yanran, with a face full of disappointment, threw the letters to the ground again.
Xiao Yin was very surprised, "What? You don't even fancy someone like this? Then who do you like?"
Murong Yanran shook her head and said with infinite melancholy, "How can I be in the mood for such romantic matters now? What I think about most every day is whether I still have a reason to live."
Xiao Yin's lips curved slightly, "Your actions just now don't show any sign of not thinking about romantic matters at all."
Murong Yanran's pretty face flushed slightly, "I just wanted to see who wrote them."