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When Shui Liang heard Mo Ci say that he almost died in the secret realm, he felt a pain in his heart. It felt as if his son had really died in the secret realm.

His expression also became much uglier. As he continued to listen to Mo Ci, Shui Liang frowned slightly. This matter was indeed a bit strange.

You know, this is Shui Qingmiao's first time entering a secret realm for training. As a father, Shui Liang naturally has to consider his son, so he chose a secret realm that poses no threat.

Therefore, many people who knew that he did this laughed at him, the leader of a sect, for doting on his child so much. He was protecting the child like a baby and was not afraid that the child would not grow up.

At the beginning, Shui Liang did think that even if his son did not practice cultivation, he would still keep him by his side. After all, he would not let him down.

Now, even though his son has become ambitious, he still thinks this way.

But... the originally safe secret realm suddenly had many monsters that could kill those children. It was indeed unusual. It seemed that he had to send someone to investigate.

"Miao'er, you've really grown up a lot. You can see clearly what's going on here. That's right! Good boy, last time Dad told me that when you come back, I'll take you to pick out a demon pet. Do you like one? Dad will buy it for you."

Shui Liang suppressed the thoughts in his mind, looked at Mo Ci with a gratified smile on his face, and his words were full of praise.

To be honest, if Ying Shan hadn't often praised him in the secret realm before, Mo Ci really wouldn't be used to one and a half of these two sentences being praises of him. Fortunately, he can now accept it without any guilt.

In this way, Shui Qingmiao's personality was maintained by accident - thick-skinned, calm even when praised, and he would never feel that there was anything wrong.

Speaking of demon pets, they are a type of demon beast with a relatively gentle temperament. This type of demon beast is mainly furry, and those who usually raise demon pets are children or female cultivators.

It is rare to see a young man of Mo Ci's age buying a demon pet.

But since Shui Liang said so, and it was the first time that Mo Ci felt such strong fatherly love, he naturally would not refuse. Besides, Mo Ci actually liked those furry things very much.

"Can you take a look first and then decide?"

"Of course you can," Shui Liang said, his smile growing wider as he saw Mo Ci's eager look. "However, this matter will have to wait for three days. Then, Dad will take you to Mo Lin's auction. If you like anything, feel free to buy it."

These doting words made Mo Ci feel even more emotional, and he also regarded Xuanshui Sect's Shui Liang as his own responsibility.

"By the way, Dad, you need to hand over 20% of the natural treasures you obtain in the secret realm to the sect, and I'll give it to you as well."

Mo Ci thought of this rule in Shui Qingmiao's memory. He had obtained a lot of rare treasures in the secret realm this time, so he was naturally willing to hand them over. He didn't want to take the things out, but Shui Liang pushed them back.

"Miao'er, this is your first time going to the secret realm. Everything you obtain is yours and you don't have to hand it in."

"Dad, the rules cannot be broken!"

"Silly child, you've become much more sensible, but also a lot more stubborn. Your father is the leader of the Xuanshui Sect, so why should I ask you to hand over anything? All of my things are yours, so just keep them."

"Then... consider it as my filial piety to my father. Will you accept it?"

There was no other way, Mo Ci could only say this in a hurry. Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Shui Liang immediately shut up.

This...the things that the son gives to his father as a filial gift must be accepted. If he doesn't accept them, wouldn't he be hurting the child's feelings?

"Hey, child, can't I take you in?"

Shui Liang scolded his son, but he was actually very happy in his heart. He never thought that there would be a day when he would be respected by his son. What's more, the child respected his father on his first visit to the secret realm.

No matter how I think about it, I feel so happy.

The father and son talked for a while, and then Mo Ci was sent away. As for Shui Liang, he called the other elders over and asked them to explore the mystery of the secret realm and show off the filial piety given to him by his son.

Shui Liang would never say that, he came here just to show off.

On the other side, Mo Ci followed Shui Qingmiao's memory and came to Shui Qingmiao's residence. It must be said that the sect leader's son is different. The place where he lives seems particularly gorgeous.

Mo Ci was used to living in the open air, so he was a little surprised to see such a magnificent residence. However, he was no longer the same person who had just arrived in this world. He now had more wealth.

After taking a few more glances at the decoration here, Mo Ci calmed down, took out the opportunity he had obtained from the senior whose name he didn't know, and sat cross-legged on the couch to look at it carefully.

Mo Ci had been in the secret realm before. He had to master Shui Qingmiao's whip technique while protecting others. He had no chance to check these things at all. Now he can finally take a closer look.

The first thing he did was take out the storage rings from the three stone boxes. Mo Ci picked up the black one, immersed his spiritual sense into it, and took out the weapons inside one by one.

In an instant, Mo Ci was surrounded by countless weapons. He put down the black storage ring and reached out to pick up each weapon one by one. These weapons all had the same mark, and were obviously made by the senior himself.

There were many kinds of weapons among them, including the dagger that Mo Ci usually used and the whip that Shui Qingmiao liked. But after Mo Ci tried them, he shook his head with some disappointment.

This short sword is not as good as Mo Ci's own weapon. As for the whip, it is of higher grade than Shui Qingmiao's, but... it is not very handy either.

Mo Ci sighed and put all the weapons back into the black storage ring. He took out the recipe for refining weapons and looked at it for a few seconds. Then Mo Ci put the recipe back with an expressionless face.

As expected, he had no talent in refining equipment, which made him feel dizzy. He decided to take a look at the next storage ring.

Mo Ci took out a white storage ring again. Inside this storage ring were pills and pill recipes, and even several pill furnaces that looked like they were not ordinary items.

Similarly, these jade bottles containing elixirs also have the same mark, and what this means is self-evident.

That senior was not only an outstanding weapon refiner, but also an excellent alchemist. Even the cultivation inheritance that even Mo Ci admired proved his power.

Such a person who can be called omnipotent will actually fall in an unknown place one day. Mo Ci only felt the cruelty of heaven and the fickleness of fate.

Mo Ci cannot be so omnipotent, but he is not afraid of the manipulation of fate.

He picked up a bottle of pills, put it to his nose and sniffed it gently. He didn't know how long the senior had been dead, how long the pills had been around, and whether they were still edible.

After sniffing it a few more times, Mo Ci felt relieved. The medicine was still effective and could be taken.

But just in case, Mo Ci opened a few more bottles to check. Fortunately, they were all the same and the pills were usable.

Looking at the huge number of pills, Mo Ci smiled from the bottom of his heart. This meant that he wouldn't have to worry about the shortage of pills for a long time.

You know, when Mo Ci was in the Central Region, he could only afford those inferior pills if he wanted to buy them, and even then, he almost couldn't make ends meet.

Now, he can eat a bottle and then throw it away for a long time. The gap between the rich and the poor is really huge.

Mo Ci put away the pills and began to look at the recipes again. To be honest, if Mo Ci was not an orphan with no connections or opportunities, and living a life on the edge of a knife every day, he really wanted to become an alchemist.

Not to mention being rich, if one is capable, even if one's cultivation is low, there will be people protecting him.

Thinking about it, Mo Ci shook his head and continued to look at the recipe. Fortunately, this recipe did not make him feel dizzy, and even made Mo Ci want to give it a try.

After looking at it for a few more times, Mo Ci put the elixir formula and the elixir furnace into the space bound to his soul, and continued to rummage through the last storage ring. There was only one thing in it, that was moonstone, endless moonstone.

With so many moonstones, Mo Ci began to suspect that there was a moonstone spirit vein in this storage ring.

Every time he looked at it, Mo Ci felt relieved. These were all resources.

After looking at it for a few more times, Mo Ci took out another thing, the scroll hanging in the skeleton. He didn't have time to look at this thing, and when he looked at it again, the scroll was still gray.

Mo Ci tried to open it, but found that it was impossible. He frowned and tried other methods, but still failed to open the scroll.

Forget it, if it can’t be opened, then it can’t be opened. Mo Ci sighed and put the scroll away. After all, he has already gained a lot, so he shouldn’t be greedy.

Thinking of this, Mo Ci took out some moonstones and placed them beside him, calmed his slightly restless mind, and began to practice.

This practice lasted until the afternoon of the second day. When Mo Ci opened his eyes, he found that the moonstone placed beside him had been completely absorbed by him, leaving no trace.

He let out a long breath and just stood up when he heard a knock on the door.

"Junior brother, are you awake? Master ordered me to take you to the main hall. We have guests coming today, so please don't act like a spoiled brat."

A somewhat steady voice came from outside the door. Mo Ci understood what was said and replied, "I'll be right there."

As he opened the door, he met the other person's gentle gaze. The aura around this person was somewhat similar to Shui Liang, and his master was Shui Liang, and he was also one of the only two disciples Shui Liang accepted besides his biological son Shui Qingmiao.

"Big Brother, why are you calling me?"

As Mo Ci spoke, he walked out of the door and closed it behind him, then walked towards the main hall with the other party.

The eldest senior brother's name is Fang Siwei. Although he is the disciple of the sect leader, his aptitude is not that good. He is only diligent. However, this senior brother is also the one who is most similar to Shui Liang in terms of temperament.

Shui Qingmiao also has a second senior brother, whose talent is not good either, named Yu Le.

As for why both of them had poor qualifications but became disciples of the Xuanshui Sect's leader, Shui Qingmiao didn't know, and Mo Ci naturally didn't know either.

At this time, Fang Siwei walked half a step in front of Mo Ci, and occasionally looked at Mo Ci with the same loving eyes as Shui Liang.

Well...Mo Ci really wants to say, you are the eldest brother, not another old father!

However, if you think about it carefully, Shui Qingmiao and Fang Siwei are almost a hundred years apart in age, so there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with being more kind.

"Yu Le is not here, and I happened to be free, so I asked to come and call you. A Miao, you gained a lot from your trip to the secret realm this time."

For some reason, Mo Ci heard some of Shui Liang's feelings in Fang Siwei's words. He looked at Fang Siwei, and sure enough, this eldest senior brother's temperament was most like Shui Liang, and the tone when he spoke was also similar.

"Haha, Senior Brother, please stop teasing me. My gains are nothing compared to yours and Second Brother's."

Mo Ci said such a long speech and thanked Yingshan again in his heart. If he had not used Yingshan to practice his eloquence during that period, Mo Ci would definitely not be able to say a word at this time.

"I'm not joking, it's just that Miao has grown up and become sensible."

The pride in Fang Siwei's eyes was almost identical to Shui Liang's, which made Mo Ci's scalp tingle, but he finally just smiled and fooled him.

The two of them walked all the way to the main hall. Before they arrived, Mo Ci noticed that there was someone in the main hall. This had never happened in Shui Qingmiao's memory. Thinking of this, Mo Ci's face showed some curiosity.

Just like that, the two brothers entered the main hall one after the other. After Mo Ci followed Fang Siwei to pay his respects, he stood behind Shui Liang. His eyes inadvertently swept over the so-called guest, and then Mo Ci saw that familiar face.

Unexpectedly, the other party would come to Xuanshui Sect in such an identity.