A few ordinary medicinal herbs have appeared in Mo Qingcheng's spiritual vegetable base. Who else could it be but the Third Elder? Hehe, there's meat to eat with Qingqing...
Third Elder Mo Chuan's eyes were filled with stars. "Qingqing is amazing. Fourth Elder is someone that anyone can order around."
These medicinal herbs should... probably... be growing well, right?
Mo Qingcheng didn't care about the consequences. Want to grow medicinal herbs? Sure, this instructor will collect some interest. So, Mo Qingcheng casually picked a few herbs and tossed them into the interstellar farm.
Farmer's mouth twitched violently: "Little witch, that's enough..."
Mo Qingcheng automatically severed her mental connection with Farmer, clapped her hands, and turned to rest...
The next morning, Mo Qingcheng was woken up by the noise. She arrived at the council hall with a grudge and a dark expression.
The Ninth Elder looked at the other elders with schadenfreude. How could Xiao Qingqing's job be so easy?
As expected, once all the disciples of the Mo family had arrived, the Second Elder, Mo Yujiang, said with a smile, "Today, on behalf of the Mo family, I hereby announce that the disciples participating in this competition are: Mo Qingchen, Mo Qingwu, Mo Qingfeng, Mo Qingyue, and Mo Qingcheng."
Everyone understood; they had already guessed this result, hadn't they? Mo Qingcheng was the biggest dark horse of this competition.
"Disciple Mo Qingcheng will participate in the alchemy competition," the Second Elder added.
The disciples were in an uproar. What a joke! When did they ever hear that Mo Qingcheng knew medicine?
"Elders, Sister Qingcheng has only been back in the family for a short time, so perhaps..." Mo Qingwu's words were interrupted by a cold voice.
"Heh, Mo Qingwu, are you jealous that I'm prettier than you?" Mo Qingcheng's cold gaze swept over her, making Mo Qingwu's face burn.
"Cough cough... Sister Qingcheng, you... you've misunderstood..." Mo Qingwu took a deep breath, her heart filled with rage.
"Oh, in that case, may I ask you, do you know any medicine?"
"This...this can't be..."
"Are you the Third Elder's disciple?"
"No...no..."
"Are you the Ninth Elder's disciple?"
"It's...not really..."
"That settles it. You're nothing. What's the point of talking? If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"
Mo Qingcheng was already annoyed and furious, but Mo Qingwu was so oblivious that she kept running into him and asking for trouble. If he didn't confront her, who else could he confront?
Mo Qingwu was so angry that she almost bit her lip, and her fingernails scratched her palm without her even realizing it.
Mo Qingchen frowned slightly, "Sister Qingcheng..."
"Stop! My mother only gave birth to one older brother, and he died a long time ago." Mo Qingcheng felt nauseous. These two siblings were completely unrelated, so why were they pretending to be something they weren't?
Mo Qingchen: "..."
That damn little bitch has the potential to get herself killed. I'll take care of her when we're out for the competition.
Mo Qingwu was on the verge of tears: "Sister Qingcheng, brother is only doing this for your own good..."
"Stop, there's no need for that. I don't need it." Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes. "Besides, the bastard child in Aunt Bai's belly is your real sister or brother!"
"puff!"
"Cough cough!"
"Wait, let the tears flow for a while..."
Some people couldn't help but burst out laughing, regardless of whether the elders and the patriarch were present; they just wanted to laugh for a while first.
The imposter patriarch, Changtian, was furious: "Qingqing, are you still angry with your father?"
"Heh, angry? I'm not that petty. I'm just indignant on behalf of my scumbag father. I don't understand, Aunt Bai is pregnant with a little bastard, and my cheap father has to pay for it with spirit stones. Why don't they just fly to the moon?"
"Pfft!" Changtian spat out a mouthful of blood, and his vision blurred...
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