"That's right, the Spiritual Eye Spring. The spiritual qi there is rich. Cultivating there was what allowed me to advance so quickly. Travel three hundred li in this direction, and you'll sense it."
With that, Dan Die pointed out the direction to Mo Chen.
"Thank you."
Mo Chen returned to the foot of the mountain to retrieve the Array Formation and Restrictive Wards Talismans he had laid down, with Dong Xiaoran following behind.
Mo Chen and Dong Xiaoran heard a rush of wind behind them. When they looked back, the figure beneath the tree beside the grave was gone.
As Mo Chen removed the formation flags and Restrictive Wards, he questioned Dong Xiaoran.
"Why are you following me?"
"My adoptive father and mother are both gone. I want to cultivate with you."
Seeing that the time was ripe to coax information out of Dong Xiaoran, Mo Chen adopted a mocking tone. "Didn't that Peacock Demon teach you?"
"No. She said she could only help me draw qi into my body. She didn't know how Human Race cultivators should cultivate, and she didn't dare deal with them either."
Mo Chen shook his head in refusal.
"I can't take you with me. My sect requires both written and martial examinations. Besides, life on the immortal path will be harder than what you have now. Are you sure you want to cultivate?"
Dong Xiaoran said he was sure. Mo Chen had his reasons, and Dong Xiaoran had his own reasons for cultivating—to win himself a measure of dignity.
Mo Chen was not particularly skilled at drawing up charts and reading the eight characters, so he used the simplest method: sending a mass of natural spiritual qi through Dong Xiaoran's meridians. After it completed a circuit, whatever spiritual qi remained in his dantian would