If she was an ordinary child, she might've stopped cultivating if she couldn't sense spiritual aura. However, Mo Tiange never had the thought of giving up.
After her mother died, she lived in the ancestral house and didn't feel any familial love. For a sensitive child like her, every day felt like a year.
Living in such an environment made her miss her father, whom she'd never met, more and more. Especially after she learned that her father most likely had an immortal technique, this childish admiration became even stronger.
What she didn't know was that the cultivators in the cultivation world all felt the spiritual energy enter their bodies in extremely dense spiritual energy. The individual cultivators in the secular world, on the other hand, often didn't have such detailed records and didn't know what spiritual energy entering their bodies was. They only discovered the appearance of spiritual energy after cultivating for a long time.
Her cultivation was lacking, but no one could ask about it. Mo Tiange could only go to the library to flip through the books in the library. Unfortunately, it was already very rare for there to be two books related to the cultivation world among mortals. No matter how she flipped through the library, she couldn't find any useful information.
Although she couldn't sense spiritual aura, she still meditated and cultivated every night.
In her spare time, she carefully recalled the Art of Sunu and the knowledge imprinted in her mind by her ancestors, hoping to find some enlightenment.
Although there were many things she didn't understand, she firmly believed they would be useful in the future.
In the blink of an eye, several months passed. She still couldn't cultivate spiritual aura, but her schoolwork progressed by leaps and bounds. Cultivation improved her memory, and her comprehension ability was completely different from a seven-year-old child's.
Later, Master even allowed her to read and write on her own and ask him if she didn't understand anything. Mo Tiange stayed in the library all day long.
This made the other children very envious, especially Tianjun and Tianqiao.
After learning that she was good at schoolwork, Eldest Uncle and Eldest Aunt treated her much better and told Tianjun to ask her if he didn't understand anything. This made Tianjun envious and jealous. He wanted to find an opportunity to bully her, but he didn't have the courage.
The happiest one was Tianqiao. She always had a headache about schoolwork, but with Mo Tiange by her side, she had someone to help her with her homework.
Only Madam Zheng treated her the same and didn't give her any face, pretending that she didn't exist in the family.
However, Mo Tiange didn't care at all. Ever since she learned about the cultivation world and learned that her father was also a cultivator, she only had one thought in her mind — to succeed in her cultivation and leave this place to find her father.
Going to school, working, and cultivating were all that mattered to her. Although she felt sad when she thought of her mother sometimes, the desire to find her father overwhelmed everything else.
Day after day, he didn't even have much time to play with Tianqiao.
Tianqiao was currently being forced by her mother to learn how to be a female worker. Every time she came to play with Tianqiao, Tianqiao would look at her with an envious gaze because no one was forcing her to learn these things.
In her heart, however, Mo Tiange thought that Tianqiao was the lucky one. Eldest Aunt was so strict with her because she cared about Tianqiao.
After another day of fruitless cultivation, Mo Tiange woke up from her meditative state.
She was already used to this state. Every time she sat down, her mind would automatically enter meditation. When she woke up, she would feel refreshed.
Looking up, the sky was still dark and the moon was bright.
The moonlight was bright and white, like a piece of silk without any impurities. It shone through the window onto the bed.
She involuntarily reached out, wanting to grasp the moonlight.
His palm was filled with rippling moonlight, gentle and bright.
She couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
She remembered that she had once asked her mother if the moon could be plucked.
Her mother smiled and stretched out her hand, holding a handful of moonlight in front of her. She said, "You don't need to take it off. There's beautiful moonlight."
Thinking up to this point, Mo Tiange's eyes couldn't help but tear up.
It had been almost three months. When her mother died, it was autumn. Now, it was already winter.
She tried hard to stop herself from thinking about her mother. She studied earnestly and cultivated earnestly, but … she still missed her mother very much.
Her tears kept falling. She wanted to cry again.
Mother …
Suddenly, something in the corner of her eyes became brighter and brighter.
She forgot to cry and stared blankly at her wrist.
It was a string of colored glass beads. Before her mother died, she deliberately found it and said it was her father's.
When she found the beads, she didn't know where to put them, so she tried to put them on her wrist. Who would've thought that they would fit on her wrist? Moreover, they were tightly wrapped around her wrist and didn't seem out of place at all.
Therefore, she just wore them like this.
However, she had worn these beads for so long, but she hadn't noticed any abnormalities. She only felt that the beads were very beautiful. Each bead was translucent white without any impurities.
Moreover, they were neither hot nor cold. Wearing them made her feel peaceful.
At this moment, the beads on her wrist became hotter and hotter, as if they were burning.
The light also became brighter and brighter. From the size of a grain of rice, it became bigger and bigger. Little by little, the light spread to her hand, her legs, and finally enveloped her entire body.
Mo Tiange only saw a flash of white light before she arrived in a completely dark world.
In this world, there was no light and nothing; there was only empty space.
In this darkness, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared. That light was a dot at first, then it extended into a line. That line grew longer and longer until it suddenly turned into a meteor, fiercely attacking her from afar.
She didn't even have time to scream before she was penetrated by that white light.
Cold.
She originally thought she would feel pain, but she didn't. She only felt cold. That cold aura started from her wrist and slowly flowed along her meridians to her shoulder. Then it flowed down until it reached her dantian.
After the light entered her dantian, it wandered around in circles. Gradually, other rays of light flowed in. Strand by strand, they converged into a ball, gradually forming a small ball.
That small ball stayed in her dantian. From time to time, rays of light would split from it and travel through her meridians before finally returning to the small ball, forming a cycle.
Mo Tiange suddenly opened her eyes.
She carefully felt the condition of her body. Sure enough, there was a trace of cold aura constantly traveling between her meridians and then converging into her dantian.
Mo Tiange was pleasantly surprised to discover this situation.
Spiritual aura! This must be the spiritual aura mentioned in the cultivation technique!
She hurriedly sat cross-legged again, preparing to move her whole body according to the cultivation technique.
She carefully guided this spiritual aura through certain acupoints to nourish her body and finally return to her dantian.
Mo Tiange didn't stop moving her cultivation technique until this spiritual aura steadily stopped in her dantian.
She finally reached the state where spiritual aura entered her body.
After she finished moving her spiritual aura, she hurriedly looked at the bead on her wrist.
At this moment, this bead no longer emitted a bright white light. It was still the same as before, sparkling and translucent, without the slightest light, stuck to her wrist.
However, she was sure it wasn't an illusion. This bead must be the magic weapon father left behind!
With that thought in mind, Mo Tiange became even more excited.
Father must've known she could cultivate the Law of Immortality, so he left this magic weapon to help her cultivate. That way, she could look for him in the future.
However, she still didn't understand what was going on with this bead. It had been so long, but there had never been any abnormalities. Today, however, when her tears fell on it, spiritual aura appeared. Was it because of her tears?