Chapter 3, Just a Common Root

As for whether Mo Wuji's noble status has been revoked, Hu Fei is not qualified to know. However, one thing that Mo Wuji did not say incorrectly is that taking action against nobles can indeed be considered the simplest form of punishment, which is being torn apart by five horses.

There is no need to rush to eliminate this person with the surname Mo; it is sufficient to wait until he has thoroughly investigated whether the other party's title still exists. Hu Fei has plenty of time.

He Mo Wu Ji is, after all, a top-tier biologist; in a place that can be considered technologically advanced, how could he be hindered by the trifles of daily meals

Hu Fei's footsteps paused for a moment, and only then did he suddenly recall that even the weakest prince, when reduced to the utmost despair, still possesses noble status, and is absolutely not someone a mere commoner like him can provoke

Mo Wuji carefully examined the knife in his hand before looking at the fidgeting Hu Fei and said, "Hu Fei, do not think that my noble status will crush you. Even if I were not a noble, my ancestors were once princes, and if you dare to harm me, it would be enough for you to face severe consequences. You would dare to lay a hand on a descendant of a prince? Would that not trample upon the dignity of my Chengyu Kingdom?"

"Young Master, I am going to Aunt Lu's house to borrow some rice..." As soon as she entered the house, Yan'er said. She still felt a bit regretful about Hu Fei's package of pig's head meat; if it were her, she would definitely not want that sharp knife, but would instead want to take that package of meat.

She still spoke out what she knew, "Opening the spirit is to help those with spiritual roots to awaken their roots and to open their spiritual channels. Only those who have awakened their spiritual roots and opened their spiritual channels can cultivate. It is said that the more spiritual channels are opened during the first awakening, the better the quality of the spiritual roots."

Yan Er revealed a disdainful expression and said, "That Hu Fei merely learned a few moves from others, he is an ordinary person who cannot even open his spirit, what kind of martial artist is he? I occasionally heard my grandfather mention that my great-grandfather was a powerful spirit builder back in the day"

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Yan'er could sense Mo Wuji's profound sense of loss. She sighed inwardly and said, "I heard the master say that the aptitude for cultivation determines future achievements in practice. Generally speaking, those without spiritual roots are considered mortal roots, also known as waste roots. All those who possess mortal roots are mere mortals"

In Mo Wuji's memory, this world does not seem to be a place where masters abound. As a descendant of a prince, he did not learn martial arts, so what right does Hu Fei, a mere ruffian, have to learn martial arts

Yan'er is only in her teens, and one can imagine the immense cost she paid when Mo Xinghe lost both parents and she had to take care of the mentally unstable Mo Xinghe

What is a Vangen?" Mo Wuji felt a heaviness in his heart but still asked the question

Having experienced death, what else could he find unacceptable

Without Yan'er reminding him, Mo Wujie could also deduce that he should not be of noble status

In the end, Mo Wuji let out a cold snort.

I am no longer the king, get lost, do not make me change my mind. Mo Wuji casually inserted Hu Fei's sharp knife into his boot.

He was also puzzled as to why Mo Wuji had changed so much

"Yan'er, why didn't the master allow me to open the *He* *Tu* *Shu*?" Mo Wuji asked, his tone slightly agitated.

In other words, it was Mo Wuji who first attacked Hu Fei; if Hu Fei had killed Mo Wuji, he would have only faced a fine at most.

Only those with spiritual roots can cultivate, and among those with spiritual roots, there are distinctions in the level of their roots. They are classified into low-grade spiritual roots, mid-grade spiritual roots, high-grade spiritual roots, and top-grade spiritual roots. It is said that there are individuals whose spiritual roots are even better than top-grade, but as for what that entails, I do not know

Yan'er comforted, "Young Master, even in the territory of Lord Chengyu, those with spiritual roots are extremely rare. The majority of people are ordinary mortals with only mortal roots. So many ordinary people can live well, and we can certainly live well too"

"Yes, yes, Young Master Mo, take care." Hu Fei glanced at the dagger that Mo Wuji had sheathed with concern before stepping back

After loosening his grip on the knife in his hand, Hu Fei instinctively took several steps back, and only then did he cautiously look at Mo Wuji

Mo Wuji continued at a leisurely pace, "After all, I am a member of the royal family of Beiqin. Even if I have not yet reclaimed the throne, my noble title remains. Do you dare to lay a hand on a noble? Hu Fei, let me tell you, being drawn and quartered would be a mercy for you; being sliced into a thousand pieces, flayed, and having your tendons pulled out would be a trivial matter."

What is Kai Ling?" Mo Wuji asked anxiously, as in his memory, apart from the restoration of the country, there was not a trace of any other memory. Could it be that he was mistaken? Is this still a place where one can cultivate?

Yan Er spoke in a very obscure manner, yet Mo Wuji understood the meaning behind her words. If the old master had not been trying to help him awaken his spiritual roots, despite being impoverished, he might not have passed away. It is evident that the financial resources required for awakening one's spiritual roots are not insignificant. However, having experienced two lifetimes, Mo Wuji is certainly not as naive as Yan Er. The fact that Mo Guangyuan did not die early or late, but only after helping him test his spiritual roots, suggests that his death was not simply due to illness. It seems that he must proceed with caution if he intends to awaken his spiritual roots.

Mo Wuji walked calmly to Hu Fei's side, grasped the already lowered dagger in Hu Fei's hand, and effortlessly pulled it into his own possession

Yan'er anxiously watched Mo Wuji and Hu Fei. Even though Mo Wuji had taken the knife from Hu Fei's hand, Yan'er still felt a deep sense of tension. As a maid by Mo Wuji's side, she was well aware that Mo Wuji was currently just a commoner and did not possess any noble status.

"Wait a moment..." Mo Wujie called out to Yan'er

A fine blade; as soon as it was in Mo Wuji's hands, he knew that this blade was very sharp

The storeroom where the two people lived was very small, with only a tattered curtain separating the two wooden beds. There was nothing of value in the house, and Mo Wuji was well aware that anything of slight worth had been sold off by Yan Er, exchanged for some cheap candies to deceive those children

Ah... Yan Er seemed to be taken aback by Mo Wuji's decision, and soon understood the meaning of his words. She hurriedly advised, "Young Master, please do not. The Master initially saved money to help you awaken your spirit. Even if the test showed that you had a mortal root, the Master still insisted on helping you awaken your spirit. It is just that a mortal root cannot develop a spiritual network. Not long after your failure to awaken, the Master passed away..."

Hu Fei was pondering whether Mo Wuji was truly a noble. As long as Mo Wuji was not a noble, he was fully confident that he could kill Mo Wuji, even with a knife in Mo Wuji's hand. Upon hearing Mo Wuji's words, Hu Fei's fleeting thought vanished without a trace, and he immediately said, "Your Majesty, I was merely making a joke."

Thinking of this, Mo Wuji felt a surge of excitement in his heart. If this truly was a world of cultivation and immortals, he would definitely cultivate fervently, so that one day he could return to Earth. He wanted to ask her face to face, why.

Yan'er's tone became somewhat dejected, "After the master arrived in Raozhou, he has been busy with matters concerning the succession to the throne. Later, he realized that it was futile, which is why he wanted you to pursue the path of cultivation. The master gathered the funds necessary for you to test your spiritual affinity and awaken your spirit. In the end, it was determined that you, like the master, possess a mortal root. Generally speaking, those with a mortal root are unable to open up spiritual channels and cannot cultivate..."

Mo Wuji interrupted Yan'er, saying, "I understand, let's go back and discuss it later"

Yaner was not surprised that Mo Wuji was unaware of the awakening of his spirit. What surprised her was that the young master had previously shown no interest in these matters, so why was he now exhibiting such urgency

Mo Wuji immediately discerned two issues from Yan'er’s words: first, one must possess a spiritual root in order to cultivate; second, one must also activate the spiritual meridians that one already possesses.

Seeing Yan'er turn back and look at him in confusion, Mo Wuji then asked, "Yan'er, that Hu Fei seems to be skilled in martial arts, much stronger than I am. As a ruffian, where did he learn that from?"

A slightly scratched mirror hung in front of his bed, and Mo Wuji saw his own reflection in it. It bore some resemblance to his previous life; his long hair was quite dry, yet neatly arranged by Yan'er. His complexion was also slightly pale, but much better than Yan'er's sallow and emaciated appearance. Aside from his somewhat tired eyes, his sword-like brows and high nose bridge made him look quite handsome.

"I was originally just a mortal..." Mo Wuji ultimately could not bear the sense of loss within his heart, and after Yan'er finished speaking, he self-mockingly repeated it.

Yaner, rest assured, I am confident that I will make money. Today, you need not go to Aunt Lu's house to borrow rice. Starting tomorrow, I will take care of you.

That sharp knife was also something he obtained by chance, and he had kept it close to him all along. He never expected that it would be taken away today; to say that it doesn't hurt would be a lie.

Aunt Lu is their landlord, and she has taken good care of them. Aunt Lu is just a widow and is not living well herself. She often has to borrow rice from her, which is also a burden for Aunt Lu

Mo Wuji clenched his fist and said, "Yan'er, tomorrow I will find something to do. I need to accumulate some wealth in preparation for another spiritual awakening."

"The king is joking; I was merely playing a prank on you, how could I possibly lay a hand on you?" Hu Fei quickly understood the consequences of taking action against Mo Wuji and said with a hint of flattery.

"Young Master, you are not..." Seeing Hu Fei walk away, Yan Er cautiously approached and said.