chapter 8
Lin Mo was truly angry.
According to the original host’s memory, he had said before that he was the one who managed all the affairs, big and small, of Qingzhu Peak.
Shen Ke’er had been playful since childhood and never inquired about the affairs of Qingzhu Peak.
Little did she know, the spiritual fields were the foundation of their Qingzhu Peak.
All the junior brothers and sisters of Qingzhu Peak relied on the spiritual plants and spiritual rice from the fields for their cultivation.
Those who had not yet built their foundation could not even go without three meals a day.
Shen Ke’er was blind to all this, even more so to the declining yield of the spiritual fields, and most importantly, her own Xuanbing fruit tree had been ravaged by spirit insects.
She only saw Yuan Li, who was internally injured, kneeling in front of the gate, pleading bitterly.
Moreover, Lin Mo had never punished anyone by making them kneel; he had only asked Yuan Li to compensate for the losses of the spiritual fields.
And now, for the sake of Ye Kai, she dared to blame him without regard for the cause and effect, right or wrong?
Heh, was this the good junior sister that the original host had raised with his own hands?
At this moment, Shen Ke’er also realized that Lin Mo was truly ready to take action.
Her face turned red and then green.
If she really had her other leg broken, not to mention the loss of face in public, what mattered most was that she would no longer be able to leave the sect and train alone with her junior brother Ye.
Not daring to say another word, Shen Ke’er pulled Ye Kai and left.
After they left, Ye Kai began to stir up trouble between Shen Ke’er and Lin Mo.
Of course, Lin Mo didn’t care about this.
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A few days later.
Lin Mo noticed that the junior brothers and sisters of Qingzhu Peak looked at him with a hint of fear, keeping a respectful distance.
When he saw Gu Zi, Gu Zi also revealed the reason,
“Brother Lin, the brothers and sisters of Qingzhu Peak are now afraid of you because of Yuan Li’s incident.”
“They all say that you are naturally cruel and unapproachable, worried that they might end up like Yuan Li if they make a mistake.”
Lin Mo didn’t need to guess; he knew that this had something to do with his ‘good’ junior brother Ye Kai.
He didn’t care and simply responded with a nonchalant ‘Hmm’.
He asked Gu Zi, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
Gu Zi shook his head, “If I hadn’t played games with Brother Lin before, I might have been like them, keeping a respectful distance from you, but…”
Speaking, Guzi’s eyes revealed determination: “Although I don’t know the whole story, I trust my senior brother’s character. Yuan must have made a serious mistake for senior brother to punish him.”
Lin Mo laughed, a genuine laugh.
His interactions with this junior brother Guzi had not been many in the past.
After all, the other was just an outer sect disciple.
Yet, this very junior brother understood him better than the sister he had raised for eight years.
He said no more, tossing a pill he had won in yesterday’s lottery to Guzi.
Looking at the pill in his hand, Guzi wore a puzzled expression: “Senior brother Lin, what is this?”
Lin Mo replied indifferently: “A Foundation Building Pill, it can stabilize your cultivation and lessen the difficulties of breaking through the Foundation Building phase.”
This Foundation Building Pill wasn’t of much help to Lin Mo.
But for Guzi, who only had the talent of a four-spirit root, it was a divine medicine.
You see, although the four-spirit root talent is slightly better than the five-spirit root, it’s still considered very poor.
With good techniques or talent, one might succeed in Foundation Building before the age of forty, but most four-spirit root cultivators can only stop at that stage.
With this pill, Guzi could save at least a decade of cultivation.
Even if Guzi’s talent was not great, he could succeed in Foundation Building before thirty, and then he could be promoted to an inner sect disciple, perhaps even having a slim chance of forming a Golden Core.
Of course, that hope was slim, unless Guzi obtained a lot of cultivation resources and some pills to enhance his talent.
Even if he did form a Golden Core, its quality wouldn’t exceed third grade.
After all, the quality of one’s spirit root determines the limit.
No matter how hard those with poor talent work, they can’t match the casual breakthroughs of a heavenly spirit root cultivator.
Learning that the pill in his hand was a Foundation Building Pill, Guzi’s legs trembled: “Senior brother, this won’t do, I can’t accept such a valuable gift without earning it!”
Lin Mo said lightly: “It’s not for free. From now on, you’ll stay by my side and help me manage the daily affairs of life.”
Guzi hesitated: “Senior brother, this…”
Lin Mo smiled: “Unwilling?”
Guzi quickly knelt down to express his thanks: “I’m willing, Guzi is willing.”
Being able to stay by Lin Mo’s side meant he would have more opportunities and resources than the average outer sect disciple.
His hesitation was only because he felt he wasn’t qualified enough.
But since Lin Mo had given him the opportunity, he naturally had to seize it.
After all, the essence of cultivating immortality is to defy the heavens, and one must fight for their own destiny.
After telling Guzi some tasks that needed to be done, Lin Mo was called over by his master, Yuehua.
To this, Lin Mo was not surprised at all.
The abode of the true person Yuehua was simple and elegant, without any particularly lavish decorations.
In the room, besides Master Yuehua, there was Ye Kai.
At this moment, Ye Kai carefully handed over the brewed spiritual tea: “Master, I specially bought this tea for you yesterday from the foot of the mountain. It took me a long time to find it. It’s said to have a calming and focusing effect, very suitable for you.”
“Kai’er, it’s thoughtful of you, but you should focus on your cultivation. Advance to the Core Formation stage soon, to honor your late father.”
Though the words were of reprimand, the tone was not. It carried more concern than censure.
Ye Kai’s expression dimmed: “Master, you know my…”
Seeing this, a twinge of heartache crossed Master Yuehua’s heart.
It wasn’t Ye Kai’s fault that he was reluctant to cultivate.
Since childhood, he had been harmed by a villain, his aptitude damaged by a poison, his meridians atrophied. When spiritual energy flowed through, his body would be wracked with intense pain.
In the last words of Ye Kai’s father, he had actually asked Master Yuehua to help resolve the issue of Ye Kai’s poison.
But for the past year, she hadn’t found a particularly good solution.
Just then, Lin Mo entered Master Yuehua’s room, and she immediately noticed him.
“Lin’er, you’ve come?”
Her voice remained cool and detached, betraying neither joy nor anger.
Lin Mo bowed to Master Yuehua: “Disciple Lin Mo, greets Master!”
This time, Ye Kai took the initiative to bow to Lin Mo, but Lin Mo ignored him.
Usually, he didn’t bother with such formalities, but now, in front of their Master, he put on such an act. His scheming was not light.
Master Yuehua had also noticed this and said lightly: “As the senior brother of Qingzhu Peak, you should get along harmoniously with the others.”
Lin Mo understood the implication but did not respond.
Master Yuehua continued: “I’ve heard about the matter with Yuan Li. Since you’ve already punished him, let him continue to manage the spiritual fields on the mountain.”
At that moment, a system notification sounded.
[The system has detected that the host will face a life-threatening danger from Yuehua, and the ‘Dream in a Yellow Millet’ skill has been automatically activated.]
With the fall of the system notification, Lin Mo felt as if he was pulled into another space.
Soon, another scene unfolded before his eyes.
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