Chapter 22 Home (2/2)

”Master, It has been done,” Wuhan reported.

”Good, now, I need the five of you to do something for me.” Mo Xie spoke as he looked at the people behind him and Wuhan.

Mo Xie pulled out ten pieces of scroll as he handed it to the five of them.

”I need you to copy all of the information inside it, it will be the base cultivation art and skills that the Mo Family will use, make a copy for each of you Elders.”

Pausing for a bit, Mo Xie looked at the bronze and silver ranked practitioners that are in front of him and spoke: ”Each of you, take two disciples in, they will help you in copying, also, will be your direct disciples.

After you copy each and every part of the scrolls, you five will start to practice it, and as you get a hint of the cultivation art, you will then train with it together with the rest of the disciples.”

”Yes, Master.” All five of them replied.

Wuhan then opened the scroll that was given to him, in his shock, he opened his eyes widely, he looked at Mo Xie and asked: ”Master, what is...”

”That's Earth Grade cultivation Arts, the Heavenly Cloud Art, you all will understand it later.” Mo Xie explained half-heartedly.

”The other scrolls are skills from bronze grade to earth grade with different kinds of element affinities, be sure to study them together with the others after familiarizing yourselves with it.”

Heavenly Cloud Art is a neutral type of Art that has no affinity with other elements, in short, they can cultivate any elements they want to, and the best part of it is, after they broke through to the Earth ranked practitioner, they can cultivate another art!

Mo Xie spoke of it casually, like a normal trash he can casually dispose of, he then turned around and went to the mansion.

”Oh, and ask me if you have any problems with cultivating the art.”

They all nodded speechless, an Earth grade cultivation art?! Even he, Wuhan, had only seen a Black Gold ranked cultivation Art, which is studied and were secretly guarded by the Ye Family!

Casually taking out an Earth grade cultivation art on a whim? what kind of background does Mo Xie possess?

”Ahhh... those that left will definitely regret it...”

”Yeah...”

Everyone, from bronze to gold rank stared at the scroll like they are looking at a treasure.

”Hey, we need to go, I'm so excited! hahaha!” Wuhan exclaimed as he patted one of the Elder's back, they then chose a direct disciple for themselves.

Mo Xie arrived at the high seat for the patriarch and sat there, just a few minutes later, Shang Ting arrived.

”Husband, I've finished making the rounds for them, what do we do next?”

Mo Xie looked at Shang Ting as he smiled: ”Come here for a bit.”

”Un.” Shang Ting nodded and walks to Mo Xie.

”Eh!?” As soon as she came close to Mo Xie, she was immediately dragged to sit on his lap.

”That's better, It is great to have a beautiful wife, after all, all of the exhaustion I had immediately vanished.” Mo Xie teasingly said.

Although Mo Xie is teasing her, he is currently on the limit of a mortal body's mental capacity, with the continues making of inscriptions, he had finally reached his limits.

Shang Ting blushes as she replied: ”But... someone might come in...”

”Husband... um...”

Shang Ting tried to speak with Mo Xie but waiting for a while, there was no response: ”Husband?”

Shang Ting looked at Mo Xie and saw something unexpectable.

_Zzzz~ Zzzz~ Zzzz~_

Mo Xie fell asleep, Shang Ting looked at Mo Xie as a smile appeared on her gentle lips.

”You must have been really exhausted, husband, rest well.”

_Mmm_ Shang Ting kissed Mo Xie's forehead as she stayed in the same, not planning to disturb him from his rest.

Seeing Mo Xie's face, Shang Ting couldn't help but think.

'His face had been getting better by the day? was he on a malnutrition before?'

Mo Xie's face is starting to gain its previous luster, although it is only at 50%, his face can already be said to be above average.

Shang Ting chuckles as she held Mo Xie's face on to her undeveloped chest, she's still 17, she will grow some later.

”It feels like... I'm already at home here, rather than my own Clan.” Shang Ting didn't even miss her own place inside the Clan, although she had always been doted on by her Father, she couldn't feel any hint of family love inside the Clan.