Chapter 4 of 10
Chapter 4
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Mo Wujie continued calmly, "I am, after all, a descendant of the Duke of Beiqin. Even if I haven't reclaimed the dukedom, my noble title still stands. Do you dare to lay a hand on a noble? Hu Fei, let me tell you, being torn apart by five horses would be a lenient punishment for you. Being flayed and dismembered would be a common punishment."
Hu Fei's steps faltered. He suddenly remembered that even the weakest duke, no matter how destitute, still had a noble status, which was absolutely not something a commoner like him could touch.
As for whether Mo Wujie's noble status had been revoked, Hu Fei had no right to know. But one thing Mo Wujie didn't say wrong was that laying a hand on a noble would result in being torn apart by five horses, which was the simplest punishment.
"Your Highness, you are joking. I was just joking with you. How could I dare to lay a hand on you?" Hu Fei quickly understood the consequences of laying a hand on Mo Wujie and said with a slightly fawning tone.
Killing this Mo wouldn't be urgent. Once he investigated whether Mo Wujie still had his noble title, he would have plenty of time.
Mo Wujie walked calmly to Hu Fei's side, grabbed the dagger that Hu Fei had already lowered, and easily pulled it out.
Good dagger. As soon as Mo Wujie got the dagger, he knew it was very sharp.
After Mo Wujie let go of the dagger, Hu Fei instinctively took several steps back and cautiously watched Mo Wujie.
Yan'er watched Mo Wujie and Hu Fei nervously. Even though Mo Wujie had taken the dagger from Hu Fei, she was still extremely tense. As Mo Wujie's maid, she knew very well that Mo Wujie was now a commoner and had no noble status.
In other words, if Hu Fei killed Mo Wujie, Hu Fei would only be fined a bit of money.
After carefully examining the dagger, Mo Wujie looked at Hu Fei, whose eyes were darting around, and said, "Hu Fei, don't think I'm just using my noble status to crush you. Even if I'm not a noble, my ancestors were dukes. If you dare to lay a hand on me, you will be flayed and dismembered. You dare to touch a descendant of a duke? Aren't you trampling the dignity of our Chengyu Kingdom?"
Mo Wujie coldly snorted at the end.
Hu Fei was thinking whether Mo Wujie was really a noble. As long as Mo Wujie wasn't a noble, even if the dagger was in Mo Wujie's hand, he had a hundred percent confidence in killing Mo Wujie. After hearing Mo Wujie's words, Hu Fei's thoughts instantly vanished, and he immediately said, "Your Highness, I was just joking."
He was also puzzled by Mo Wujie's sudden change.
"I am no longer a duke. Get lost, and don't make me change my mind." Mo Wujie casually stuck Hu Fei's dagger into his boot.
"Yes, yes, Master Mo, have a good walk." Hu Fei glanced at the dagger Mo Wujie had taken, feeling a bit heartbroken. The dagger was something he had obtained by chance and always kept close, so it was a lie to say he wasn't heartbroken.
"Master, you are not..." Seeing Hu Fei walk away, Yan'er cautiously said.
Mo Wujie interrupted Yan'er, "I know. Let's go back and talk about it."
Even without Yan'er's reminder, Mo Wujie could guess that he was not a noble.
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The storage room where the two lived was very small, with only a worn-out curtain separating the two wooden beds. There was nothing valuable in the house. Mo Wujie knew that anything slightly valuable had been sold by Yan'er to buy cheap candies to please the children.
A slightly scratched mirror hung in front of his bed. Mo Wujie saw his reflection in the mirror. He looked somewhat similar to his previous life, with dry, long hair neatly combed by Yan'er. His face was slightly pale, but much better than Yan'er's yellow and thin appearance. Apart from his tired eyes, his sharp eyebrows and high nose made him look quite handsome.
"Master, I'll go to Aunt Lu's to borrow some rice..." As soon as they entered the house, Yan'er said. She was still a bit regretful about Hu Fei's package of pork head meat. If it were her, she would definitely not want the dagger but would take the meat.
"Wait..." Mo Wujie called out to Yan'er.
Seeing Yan'er turn back and look at him with confusion, Mo Wujie asked, "Yan'er, Hu Fei seems to know martial arts, and he is much stronger than me. Where did he learn it from?"
In Mo Wujie's memory, this world was not a place where martial arts experts were everywhere. As a descendant of a duke, he hadn't learned martial arts, so why would a thug like Hu Fei?
Yan'er showed a look of disdain and said, "Hu Fei just learned a few moves from someone else. He is just a commoner, unable to open his spirit meridians, so he doesn't really know martial arts. I occasionally heard Master say that Grandfather was once a Spirit Formation expert."
"What is opening spirit meridians?" Mo Wujie asked eagerly. In his memory, there was nothing but the idea of restoring the kingdom. Could it be that he was wrong? Is this a world where cultivation is possible?
Thinking about this, Mo Wujie felt a surge of enthusiasm. If it really was a world where cultivation was possible, he would cultivate madly, hoping to return to Earth one day. He wanted to ask her face-to-face why.
Yan'er wasn't surprised that Mo Wujie didn't know about opening spirit meridians. What surprised her was that the Master, who had never cared about these things before, was now so eager.
She still explained what she knew, "Opening spirit meridians is the process of helping those with spirit roots to activate their spirit roots and open their spirit meridians. Only those who have activated their spirit roots and opened their spirit meridians can cultivate. It is said that the more spirit meridians opened the first time, the better the spirit root quality."
Mo Wujie immediately understood two things from Yan'er's words: to cultivate, one must first have a spirit root. Second, one must activate the spirit meridians they possess.
"Yan'er, why didn't Master let me open my spirit meridians?" Mo Wujie asked with a slightly excited tone.
Yan'er's tone became somewhat low, "After Master came to Raozhou, he was busy with the matter of inheriting the dukedom. Later, he realized it was impossible and decided to let you take the path of cultivation. Master gathered the money to test your spirit root and open your spirit meridians. In the end, it turned out that you, like Master, had a common root. A common root usually cannot open spirit meridians and cannot cultivate..."
"What is a common root?" Mo Wujie's heart sank, but he still asked.
He had experienced death before; what could he not accept?
Yan'er could sense Mo Wujie's extreme disappointment and sighed, "Master said that cultivation potential determines future achievements. Generally, those without spirit roots are common roots, also called waste roots. All common root possessors are ordinary people.
Only those with spirit roots can cultivate, and the quality of spirit roots varies. They are divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade spirit roots. I heard that some people have even better spirit roots than supreme-grade, but I don't know what they are like."
"I was a common root..." Mo Wujie couldn't help but feel a deep sense of disappointment and repeated it to himself after Yan'er finished speaking.
Yan'er comforted him, "Master, even in the Chengyu Kingdom, those with spirit roots are a minority. Most people are common root possessors. So many ordinary people can live well, and we can definitely live well too."
Mo Wujie clenched his fists, "Yan'er, I will find a job tomorrow. I need to save some money to try opening my spirit meridians again."
"Ah..." Yan'er seemed shocked by Mo Wujie's decision and quickly understood what he meant. She hurriedly advised, "Master, please don't. Master originally saved money to help you open your spirit meridians. Even after you tested as a common root, Master still insisted on opening your spirit meridians, but common roots cannot open spirit meridians. Not long after you failed to open your spirit meridians, Master fell ill and passed away..."
Yan'er spoke very subtly, and Mo Wujie understood her meaning. If Master hadn't tried to open his spirit meridians, even though they were poor, he might not have died. Clearly, the cost of opening spirit meridians was not a small amount. But Mo Wujie, having lived two lives, was not as naive as Yan'er. Mo Guangyuan's death right after testing his spirit root was not necessarily just due to illness. It seemed he would have to be careful if he wanted to open his spirit meridians.
"Yan'er, don't worry. I am confident I can earn money. You don't need to go to Aunt Lu's to borrow rice today. Starting tomorrow, I will take care of you." Mo Wujie walked to Yan'er's side and gently stroked her malnourished, slightly yellow hair.
Yan'er was only a teenager. One could imagine the great sacrifices she made when Mo Xinghe's parents died and she had to take care of the insane Mo Xinghe.
Aunt Lu was their landlord and had been very kind to them. Aunt Lu was a widow and didn't live well herself. Frequently borrowing rice from her was a burden for her.
Mo Wujie, being a top biologist, couldn't be held back by daily meals in a place with some technology.
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