If it were an ordinary child, perhaps they wouldn't feel the spiritual energy and would stop practicing, but Mo Tiange never gave up the idea.

After her mother passed away, she resided in her ancestral home and did not feel any sense of familial affection. For a child with a sensitive heart, it was like passing a year. Being in such an environment, she missed her father whom she had never met before even more, especially after learning that his father was likely to possess immortal teachings. This admiration grew stronger.

She didn't know that cultivators in the cultivation world all feel the spiritual energy entering their bodies in extremely rich spiritual energy, and the scattered cultivation in the secular world often doesn't have such detailed scriptures, so she doesn't know what spiritual energy entering their bodies means. After practicing for a long time, she realized the appearance of spiritual energy.

There was a difference in cultivation, but no one could ask. Mo Tiange had to go and search through the books in the library. Unfortunately, among the common people, it was already very rare to have two books related to the cultivation world. Let her search through the collection, she couldn't find any useful information.

Although she couldn't feel the spiritual energy, she still meditated and practiced every night. In her spare time, she carefully reminisces about the simple female formula and the knowledge imprinted in her mind by her ancestors, hoping to find some inspiration from it. Although she doesn't understand many things yet, she firmly believes that they will definitely be useful in the future.

In the blink of an eye, several months have passed and she still hasn't developed her spiritual energy. However, her studies have made rapid progress, and her practice has led to an increase in her memory and a complete lack of understanding compared to a seven year old child. Later, the teacher even allowed her to read and write on her own without attending classes, and to ask him if she didn't understand. Mo Tiange stayed in the library all day long. This makes other children very envious, especially Tian Jun and Tian Qiao.

Upon learning that she was doing well in her studies, Uncle and Aunt treated her much better. They asked Tian Jun to ask her more if he didn't understand, which made him both envious and jealous. He wanted to find an opportunity to bully her, but lacked the courage. The happiest thing is Tianqiao. She has always had a headache with her homework, and with Tiange by her side, she has someone to help her with her studies.

Only Zheng remained unchanged in her attitude towards her, not giving her a good face, except that there was no such person in the family.

However, Mo Tiange didn't care about it at all. Since she learned about the cultivation world and knew that her father was also a cultivator, her only thought was to successfully cultivate and leave here to find her father.

Going to school, working, and practicing are all her life experiences. Although sometimes she feels sad when she thinks of her mother, the desire to find her father overwhelms everything.

Day by day, I didn't even have much time to play with Tianqiao. Tianqiao is being forced by her mother to become a female worker. Every time she comes to play with her, she looks extremely envious because no one is forcing her to learn these things. But Tiange thought to herself, Tianqiao is the one who is happy, because she cares, that's why Auntie is so strict with her.

Another day of unsuccessful cultivation, Mo Tiange woke up from his meditative state.

She has become accustomed to this state, every time she sits down, her thoughts automatically enter meditation, and when she wakes up, she is mentally invigorated.

Looking up, it's still dark and the moonlight is bright. The moon was bright white, like a piece of gauze without any impurities, shining through the window and spreading on the bed.

She couldn't help but reach out her hand, wanting to pick up the moonlight. In the palm of my hand, I saw the full moonlight rippling gently and brightly. She couldn't help but feel a bit infatuated.

Do you remember she once asked her mother if the moon could be taken off. Mother smiled and reached out her hand, holding the moonlight in front of her. She said, 'You don't have to take it off, there's beautiful moonlight.'.

Thinking of this, Mo Tiange's eyes couldn't help but heat up. It's been almost three months now. It was autumn when my mother passed away, and now it's already winter. She tried hard to control herself from thinking about her mother, studied seriously, and practiced diligently, but... she still missed her mother very much.

Tears kept falling down, and she wanted to cry again. Mother

Suddenly, a glimmer of light grew brighter and brighter at the corner of the eye. She forgot to cry and stared blankly at her wrist.

That is a string of glass beads, specially found by my mother when she was dying, claiming to be my father's belongings. When she received the bead, she didn't know where to put it. She put it on her hand and unexpectedly put it inside, tightly wrapping it around her hand without any discomfort. So, she just wore it like this.

But after wearing these beads for so long, she didn't notice anything unusual. She just thought the beads were so beautiful, with each one translucent white and without any impurities. And it's neither cold nor hot, wearing it makes my heart feel peaceful.