If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

Ji Mo took the things back to the first floor, showed the [Echo Grass] and [Silver] to the elder guarding the floor, and then handed him the other tag on his waist. The elder with a serious expression smiled and let him go.

Ji Mo walked out of the Classics Pavilion and stretched, feeling a little sleepy. He said hello to Bai Fu. The sun was shining brightly and the weather was just right. Ji Mo, who had not eaten yet in the morning, began to feel his stomach growling.

"Mr. Bai, do you want to go have a meal?"

Bai Fu stood up from the recliner and told the strong man who had been tied to his side, "Xiao Chen, help me stay on duty. I'm going to have breakfast with Young Master Mo and will be back soon."

The boy called Xiao Chen responded flatteringly: "Okay, okay!"

He gazed into the distance, looking at Ji Mo, with a hint of disdain hidden deep in his pupils.

Ji Mo saw this subtle change in expression clearly. He and Bai Fu walked towards the clan hall with laughter.

The clan hall is located in the center of the Ji family. There are many sculptures carved inside, each of which is a former clan leader of the Ji family. The first floor of the clan hall is the dining hall, and most people who stay in the Ji family will choose to eat in the clan hall.

Ji Mo and Bai Fu sat aside. At this time, more and more people were in the clan hall, and many familiar and unfamiliar faces appeared in front of them. After the two of them had a simple meal, Bai Fu seemed to have something hidden in his heart and was hesitant to speak.

Ji Mo keenly noticed his strange expression, or rather, his worries were all on his face, and he didn't know how to pretend not to see them. Ji Mo took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Bai Fu's expression was very conflicted, his face flushed red, and he was holding back a lot of anger. Seeing Ji Mo's puzzled expression, he didn't know how to speak. Bai Fu sighed deeply: "Hey, Master Mo, are you going to the academy these days?"

Bai Fu nodded: "I'll go in a minute." Bai Fu raised his fingers, twitched them lightly, raised his chest, and hesitated to speak again, "Alas, you should wait until you have recovered your health before going."

Hearing Bai Fu's words, Ji Mo seemed to realize something. During the critical six months, he was in a daze, fell off a cliff, and was seriously injured while recuperating. His realm had already been far behind his peers. Those self-proclaimed extraordinary geniuses had probably been sneering at him, the young master of the Ji family. The disdain in Xiao Chen's eyes had probably been seen through by Bai Fu.

If I say so, it is not an isolated case. I guess most people are full of disdain for themselves. Bai Fu probably wants to talk about this as well.

Ji Mo shook his head: "Okay, I get it, it's okay."

Bai Fu looked depressed and didn't speak.

Ji Mo stood up and didn't pay attention to Bai Fu. His most important task now was to refine the [Listening Tongue]. The sooner he succeeded in refining it, the more likely he would be able to eavesdrop on the information he wanted.

Ji Mo left and paused when passing by the outermost sculpture. Seeing the thin body, angular face, and somewhat familiar eyes, Ji Mo suddenly laughed and walked away.

Bai Fu sat there, silently watching Ji Mo's departing back. The paused figure and the thin statue attracted his attention. Bai Fu smiled bitterly, took a sip of tea, and sighed: "Old Patriarch, your grandson seems different from before."

"But can he really withstand the pressure of public opinion?"

Bai Fu stood up, put the used dishes on the table on the recycling table, and walked towards the classics cabinet.

The past scenes appeared before his eyes, and in a flash, many years had passed.

……

When Ji Mo arrived at the academy, he gradually understood Bai Fu's dilemma. The academy was full of young boys and girls. They wore clothes of different colors and had different looks, but the contempt and disdain in their eyes were exactly the same.

Some students who just joined this year didn’t know Ji Mo and were curious about the looks in other people’s eyes. But after being explained by others, their looks changed, and like everyone else’s, they were filled with disdain.

Ji Mo was also a little concerned about this. After all, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy and had not yet remembered his past life. Ji Mo lowered his head, did not look at them, and went straight to the weapon refining pavilion.

The academy was built at the highest point of Baishui Mountain, on a large artificial flat land. The academy was jointly built by the families of Baishui Mountain, gathering resources from various families to train new talents and let them compete at the same time, just like raising Gu, to train the group with the strongest bleeding ability and reward them generously.

In contrast, those who are at a low level and whose abilities improve slowly will be despised by everyone.

Ji Mo is obviously the latter. His parents passed away half a year ago, and he has been in depression ever since. The cultivation status of the first-class team has plummeted. In six months, he has been left far behind. Now, the worst of his classmates has entered the high level of the first turn, and some have even reached the peak of the first turn and are heading towards the second turn.

Compared with the progress of these people, at the end of the season, which is only in the middle of the first turn, the strength gap is too great, so it is normal to be looked down upon.

Fortunately, the academy was not very big, and Ji Mo quickly reached the weapon refining pavilion. He was sweating, not knowing whether it was because the weather was too hot or because he was a little nervous.

Ji Mo took out a scarlet bead and handed it to the guard guarding the weapon refining area. After paying three spirit stones, he was taken into a room by the guard.

It was very empty inside, with only a stove in the middle.

Ji Mo looked at the stove and the two patterns carved on it, exhaled deeply, wiped the sweat from his forehead, regulated his breathing, and took out the [Echo Grass], [Silver], [Cloud], and [Green Cloud Silk] from the storage ring one by one.

Ji Mo slid his fingers and snapped them, igniting the flame with his fingertips and lighting the stove. White mist floated from it without any smell. He waited for the stove to heat up, then put the silver into a container and threw it into the stove. Five minutes later, Ji Mo used his mind to control the silver in the stove, and the silver had already melted into liquid under the high temperature.

At the end of the season, take out the silver and heat it up again. When the furnace turns red, throw the [Echo Grass] placed aside into the silver and put them into the furnace together.

The stove gradually became restless, and the mist in the stove became more and more. When he felt that the time was almost right, Ji Mo threw the spirit stone in the ring into the stove.

In an instant, the stove made a loud noise, and green spiritual energy flowed out of it. The clouds and mist spread out and filled the entire room. There was a smell of decay in the air.

The corner of Ji Mo's mouth twitched: "Failed!"

But this blow did not discourage Ji Mo. Failure is common in the military, so try again!

Ji Mo opened the furnace again, but failed every time as expected, which made Ji Mo doubt his own ability. "Don't I know how to refine weapons?"

Qing Yuan, who was watching from his sea of consciousness, was speechless. "What are you doing, buddy!"

"You're such a loser! You haven't even mastered all four sets of materials! It's only the second level, what the hell are you doing?"

Ji Mo remained silent. He looked at his palm and said, "But, it feels so familiar to me."