Xue Huan wrote a long letter, truthfully describing the situation she was facing. She did not intend to hide it from Pei Ji, and she also reminded him of many things, such as giving Yabao a bowl of milk every morning and evening, giving him Lingyuan Pills to replenish his spiritual energy, giving Wuqi Lingshou Pills to maintain his human form, etc.
He packed up all kinds of food, drinks and daily necessities, and put them together with the letter into the "mail bag", then watched the spirit pigeon fly away and disappear into the night.
In the second half of the night, Xue Huan woke up Mo Ziyu. Instead of sleeping, she sat on the small bed and meditated.
In order to fit in with her character, she adjusted her cultivation to the third level of Qi Refining, but this level of cultivation was obviously not useful. She planned to have a small "breakthrough" on the way. Even if it turned out that her cultivation level was not in line with Mo Xuefei's own, she could still push it to a breakthrough.
Although Mo Xuefei is arrogant and conceited, she is still very hardworking in her cultivation. After all, in the Mo family, strength is respected. She lacks talent, so she can only spend more time to make up for it.
Moziyu didn't suspect anything when he saw it, and just sat in the driver's seat with his eyes closed to rest.
As soon as it was light, he started flying the kite and headed south.
One day later, Fei Yuan arrived at Peizhou, which is close to the South China Sea. Xue Huan, high in the sky, saw the clear blue sea below.
Seagulls are circling on the sea, and waves of snow-white waves are kissing the silver-white beach. In the distance, the blue sea and blue sky are connected together.
As the salty and humid sea breeze blew over, all kinds of delicious seafood immediately appeared in Xue Huan's mind.
After flying over a vast expanse of emerald green mountains like a screen, the kite landed on a flat-topped mountain. The mountain was called Lingxi Mountain, which was the base camp of the Mohist school.
There is a wide and flat stone platform on the top of the peak, which is obviously man-made. It is the helipad specially built by the Mohist school.
There were already several flying kites parked above, all of which were similar in shape to the Moziyu, but one was particularly brightly colored and flashy, standing out among the row of kites. Xue Huan spotted it at a glance.
After searching her memory, she knew that it was the car of Mo Feizhou, Mo Xuefei's cousin from the next room.
In front of the helipad is a broad white marble square. In front of the square is a hall with a plaque that reads "Council Hall", where the Mohist family holds family meetings.
Behind the meeting hall is the Mohist ancestral hall, located at the highest point. The residences of other clansmen are built according to the mountain terrain, layer by layer. The jade-like buildings and emerald tiles are hidden among the rocks and vegetation, and the jade-like trees and green branches are so green that the emerald color is compelling.
After coming out of the flying kite, Xue Huan took a deep breath. The air was extremely fresh and the spiritual energy here was much richer than that in the secular world.
Mo Ziyu took Mo Xuefei back to his own yard.
Mo's mother has passed away, and Mo's father does not take much care of his two children. He is not talented and has the worst five spiritual roots. His aptitude for the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth is mixed and uneven. He has practiced for most of his life, but he is only at the second level of Qi Refining, which is not as high as his daughter's cultivation.
In order to obtain more resources, he took a different approach and kept sowing seeds.
In the Mohist school, if a child with spiritual roots is born, it is considered a contribution to the clan and can be rewarded.
So for most of the year, Father Mo was either sowing or on his way to sow.
A dozen children were born, but only the legitimate children, Mo Ziyu and Mo Xuefei, possessed spiritual roots. The rest were ordinary people. When they were six years old and were tested to be without spiritual roots, they were sent to the secular world and could no longer stay in the family.
But Father Mo was not ready to give up and was still enjoying sowing seeds.
Today, for the first time ever, he did not go out, but waited in the hall.
After the Mo Ziyu brother and sister came in, his eyes fell directly on "Mo Xuefei", and his eyes, sunken in the fat, shone brightly.
Xue Huan felt uncomfortable being stared at. The way he looked at her wasn't like a father looking at his daughter, but like a businessman looking at his wares. As for the reason, she knew it too.
"Are you back?" he asked with a smile on his face.
Moziyu nodded and sat aside.
Xue Huan followed Mo Xuefei's behavior, greeted her coldly, and was about to go back to her room.
Mo Xuefei had never received much love from her father since she was a child, so she was not close to him and they rarely spoke to each other on weekdays. It was precisely because she was not valued that she tried her best to please her grandfather, so that she could have a place in this family.
"Sit down, I have something to tell you." Father Mo called her.
Xue Huan reluctantly sat over and said, "What's the matter? I'm in a hurry to go back and wash up."
Not taking a bath for two days is something that Mo Xuefei cannot bear.
Father Mo took out a light green transparent bead, about the size of an egg, with a drop of dark purple liquid like blood hanging in the center. "Come here, drop a drop of blood on it."
Xue Huan guessed that this bead was probably used to test her physical condition. If it met the Sun family's requirements, she would probably be sent to bring good luck.
"What is this bead? Why do you want me to drip blood on it?"
"Just do what I say!" Father Mo said in a deep voice, and the "kind father" face he had just put on completely disappeared.
Xue Huan: "Why are you so fierce? I won't!"
Turned around and ran away.
"You! Come back here! You're such a rebellious girl!" Father Mo put his hands on his hips and cursed, "Zi Yu, go get a drop of her blood and put it on this."
He handed the bead to Moziyu.
"Is this the medicine bead sent by the Sun family?"
"That's right, Sun Youxuan was poisoned by the red thread poison. The dark purple blood in this medicine bead was taken from him. In order to preserve this drop of blood, the Sun family sealed it with the medicine bead.
"Sun Youxuan's blood contains red thread poison. If that damn girl's blood is dripped on it and can draw out the red thread poison, it means she meets the requirements. Then we can send her to the Sun family and get the longevity pill. If it succeeds, our family will have made an indelible contribution! The status of my father and me in the family will definitely be greatly improved, haha..."
He only thought about the benefits he would get after Sun Youxuan was detoxified, and completely ignored the fact that Sun Youxuan's poison required the sacrifice of Mo Xuefei's life to be cured.
It can be seen that his daughter Mo Xuefei has no weight at all in his heart.
After all, Mo Ziyu was not as vicious as him, and he still had some feelings for his sister Mo Xuefei. After hearing what he said, he frowned uncomfortably.
But he didn't say anything in the end, but took the medicine beads to find "Mo Xuefei".
The old ancestor's life span is already short and he may die at any time. Once he dies, the Mo family will face a fatal blow. If sacrificing Xue Fei alone can be exchanged for the longevity elixir, then the entire Mo family will probably agree with it.
As for Xue Fei's own wishes, they are not important.
After all, the Mo family has supported her for so many years. When the family needs her, can she just stand by and watch?
Mo Ziyu arrived at Xuejin Courtyard where Mo Xuefei lived. He learned that she had gone into the bathroom and had not come out yet, so he waited outside holding the medicine beads.
Xue Huan was soaking comfortably in the bathtub. Just after she finished, she heard a few knocks on the window.
Is anyone there?
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