Mowuji continued unhurriedly, "I am, after all, from the Northern Qin Prince's family. Even if I haven't reclaimed the throne yet, my noble title remains. How dare you lay a hand on a noble? Hu Fei, let me tell you, being torn apart by five horses is too good for you. Being sliced into a thousand pieces and having your skin peeled off and tendons extracted is also commonplace."

Hu Fei paused in his tracks. It suddenly occurred to him that even the weakest prince, fallen to the lowest point, still possessed a noble status, which was absolutely untouchable by a commoner like him.

As for whether Mowuji's noble status had been revoked, Hu Fei was not qualified to know. But one thing Mowuji said was correct: laying a hand on a noble, being torn apart by five horses would be considered the simplest punishment.

"Your Highness jests. I was just playing a joke with you. How could I possibly lay a hand on you?" Hu Fei understood the consequences of touching Mowuji in the shortest amount of time, and said with a slightly flattering tone.

Killing this Mo wouldn't be urgent. He could investigate whether the other party's title still existed. Hu Fei had plenty of time.

Mowuji walked unhurriedly to Hu Fei's side, grabbed the dagger Hu Fei had lowered, and easily snatched it away.

A good knife. As soon as the knife was in Mowuji's hand, he knew it was very sharp.

After letting go of the knife in his hand, Hu Fei subconsciously took a few steps back, then cautiously watched Mowuji.

Yan'er nervously watched Mowuji and Hu Fei. Even though Mowuji had taken the knife from Hu Fei, Yan'er was still very nervous. As Mowuji's maid, she naturally knew that Mowuji was just a commoner now, not a noble at all.

In other words, Mowuji had attacked Hu Fei first. If Hu Fei killed Mowuji, Hu Fei would at most be fined a small amount of money.

Mowuji carefully examined the knife in his hand, then looked at Hu Fei, whose eyes were darting around, and said, "Hu Fei, don't think I'm just using my noble status to crush you. Even if I'm not a noble anymore, the fact that my ancestor was a prince is enough for you to be skinned alive. How dare you touch the descendant of a prince? Aren't you trampling on the dignity of my Cheng Yu Kingdom?"

At the end, Mowuji even snorted coldly.

Hu Fei was thinking about whether Mowuji was a noble or not. As long as Mowuji was not a noble, even if the knife was in Mowuji's hand, he would have full confidence in killing Mowuji. After hearing Mowuji's words, that little bit of thought disappeared without a trace, and he immediately said, "Your Highness, I was really just joking."

He was also wondering why Mowuji had changed so much.

"I'm not His Highness anymore. Get lost, before I change my mind." Mowuji casually stuck Hu Fei's dagger into his boot.

"Yes, yes, goodbye, Young Master Mo." Hu Fei took a painful look at the dagger Mowuji had taken, then retreated.

That dagger was something he had obtained by chance and always kept close to his body. He didn't expect it to be taken away today. It would be a lie to say he didn't feel sorry.

"Young Master, you're not..." Seeing Hu Fei walk away, Yan'er came over and said carefully.

Mowuji interrupted Yan'er, "I know, let's go back first."

Even if Yan'er didn't remind him, Mowuji could guess that he was probably no longer a noble.

...

The storage room where the two lived was very small, with only a tattered curtain separating the two wooden plank beds. There was nothing valuable in the house. Mowuji knew that anything slightly valuable had been sold by Yan'er in exchange for some cheap candies to coax the children.

In front of his bed hung a slightly scratched mirror. Mowuji saw his appearance in the mirror. It was somewhat similar to his previous life. His long hair was very dry, but Yan'er had tidied it up neatly. His complexion was also slightly pale, but better than Yan'er's sallow and thin face. Apart from being a little tired, his sword-like eyebrows and high nose bridge made him look like a handsome guy.

"Young Master, I'll go borrow some rice from Aunt Lu's house..." As soon as she entered the house, Yan'er said. She was still a little regretful about Hu Fei's packet of pig's head meat. If it were her, she would definitely not have wanted the dagger, but would have taken the meat instead.

"Wait..." Mowuji stopped Yan'er.

Seeing Yan'er turn back and look at him in confusion, Mowuji asked, "Yan'er, that Hu Fei seems to know martial arts, and he's much stronger than me. Where did a hooligan like him learn it?"

In Mowuji's memory, this world didn't seem to be a place where experts flew everywhere. He, as the descendant of a prince, hadn't even learned martial arts. So why could a hooligan like Hu Fei learn it?

Yan'er showed a disdainful expression and said, "That Hu Fei just learned a few moves from others. He's a mortal root, unable to even open his spirit, so what martial arts does he know? I occasionally heard the Master say that Great-Grandfather was a Spirit Establishment expert."

"What is Spirit Opening?" Mowuji asked eagerly. In his memory, besides restoring the kingdom, there was no other memory. Could it be that he had misunderstood? Was this still a place where one could cultivate?

Thinking of this, Mowuji became excited. If this was really a world of cultivation, he would cultivate crazily. One day he could return to Earth and ask her face to face, why?

Yan'er wasn't surprised that Mowuji didn't know about Spirit Opening. She was surprised that the Young Master had never cared about these things before. Why was he so eager now?

She still said what she knew, "Spirit Opening is helping those with spiritual roots to activate their spiritual roots and open up their spiritual meridians. Only those who have activated their spiritual roots and opened up their spiritual meridians can cultivate. I heard that the more spiritual meridians one opens up the first time, the better the spiritual root aptitude will be."

Mowuji immediately heard two questions from Yan'er's words. To cultivate, one must first have spiritual roots. Secondly, one must activate one's own spiritual meridians.

"Yan'er, why didn't Master let me go for Spirit Opening?" Mowuji asked with a slightly excited tone.

Yan'er's tone became a little low, "After Master came to Raizhou, he was always running around for the matter of succession to the throne. Later, he realized that it was impossible, so he wanted you to take the path of cultivation. Master gathered the money for you to test your spiritual root and open your spirit, but in the end, it was detected that you, like Master, had a mortal root. Under normal circumstances, mortal roots cannot open up spiritual meridians and there is no way to cultivate..."

"What is a mortal root?" Mowuji's heart sank, but he still asked.

He had experienced death, so what else could he not accept?

Yan'er could feel Mowuji's extreme loss. She sighed inwardly and said, "I heard Master say that cultivation aptitude determines future cultivation achievements. Generally speaking, those without spiritual roots have mortal roots, also called waste roots. All mortal root holders are mortals.

Only those with spiritual roots can cultivate, and those with spiritual roots have different levels. They are divided into low-grade spiritual roots, mid-grade spiritual roots, high-grade spiritual roots, and top-grade spiritual roots. I heard that some people's spiritual roots are even better than top-grade, but I don't know what kind."

"I was originally a mortal root..." Mowuji finally couldn't bear the loss in his heart and repeated it mockingly after Yan'er finished speaking.

Yan'er comforted him, "Young Master, even in Cheng Yu Territory, only a few people have spiritual roots. Most people only have mortal roots. So many mortals can live well, so we can definitely live well too."

Mowuji clenched his fists, "Yan'er, tomorrow I will go find something to do. I want to accumulate some money and prepare to open my spirit again."

"Ah..." Yan'er seemed to be startled by Mowuji's decision, and then understood what Mowuji meant, and quickly persuaded, "Young Master, please don't. Back then, Master accumulated money to help Young Master open your spirit. Even though Young Master tested out to have a mortal root, Master still insisted on opening your spirit for you, but mortal roots cannot open up spiritual meridians. Not long after Young Master failed to open his spirit, Master passed away..."

Yan'er spoke very vaguely, but Mowuji understood what Yan'er meant. If Master hadn't been trying to help him open his spirit, even though he was poor, he might not have died of illness. It can be seen that the money required to open a spirit is not a small amount. But Mowuji had experienced two lives, so he was naturally not as simple as Yan'er. Mo Guangyuan didn't die sooner or later, but died after helping him test his spiritual root. It wasn't necessarily that simple that he died of illness. It seemed that if he wanted to open his spirit, he had to be careful.

"Yan'er, don't worry, I am confident that I can earn money. Today, you don't have to borrow rice from Aunt Lu's house. Starting tomorrow, I will support you." Mowuji walked to Yan'er's side and reached out to stroke Yan'er's malnourished, slightly yellow hair.

Yan'er was only a teenager. One could imagine how much it cost for her to take care of the mad Mo Xinghe after the death of Mo Xinghe's parents?

Aunt Lu was their landlady, and Aunt Lu had already taken good care of them. Aunt Lu was just a widow, and she herself was not doing well. Having to borrow rice from her often was also a burden for Aunt Lu.

He, Mowuji, was also a top biologist. In a place that could be considered to have technology, how could he be stopped by three meals a day?

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