Upon hearing that the rit Pearl could only be used at the Ninth Level, Mo Yan couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on. Despite her long efforts and not a small accumulation of virtues, the amount required to go from the Seventh to the Eighth Level was imnse, and she was still falling short.
Before long, another batch of retired veterans would arrive from the frontiers, which might enable a breakthrough from the level seven, but the virtues needed to reach the Ninth Level from the Eighth would have to double at least, sothing she feared could not be possible without another eight to ten years.
Xuetuan was much more optimistic than Mo Yan and comforted her cheerfully, "This is already very fast. Think about it, back in the modern era, it took over a decade just to barely reach the Sixth Level, and now in just over four years here, you’re almost at the Eighth Level. Besides, in eighteen years, that great epidemic will outbreak. If you work hard these few years and resolve that epidemic, you will smoothly ascend to the Ninth Level. Once there, use the Shariputra, and you’ll jump straight to level ten. All things considered, in at most eighteen years, I’ll be free."
Eighteen years? Mo Yan’s lips twitched slightly. In eighteen years, she might already be a grandmother—if she married at the beginning of next year and had a daughter by the end of that year or early the following year.
Thinking of how Xuetuan had been imprisoned in that Space for countless eons, Mo Yan’s heart ached. Perhaps it was the long wait that made eighteen years seem short, but those eighteen years to her were but a small fraction of its endless millennia!
No matter what, she could not let up over these eighteen years. There was much to be done. Now, the assistance chanisms of all the Academies in Jing City were in operation. There had been quite a few issues, but after improvents, it was getting more and more perfect, gaining high praise for Emperor Huian and Chu Heng.
Mo Yan had no need for such empty fa; the tangible virtues she sought had indeed fallen upon her. Recently, the red stripes on the rit Pearl increased a little every day. Although the increase was minute, even a mosquito was at; accumulating virtues was a process after all.
Once the educational aid chanisms spread to other areas next year, the accrual of virtues would accelerate even more. But this alone was far from enough. If she could reduce the cost of education, it would be excellent to enable not everyone but at least those who wished to study to have access to books.
This was Mo Yan’s next plan. So, she wanted to earn a great deal of Silver from the orchards and vineyards from the wealthy, and then invest this money back into education. The virtues earned this way might elevate her Space to the Ninth Level without waiting eighteen years.
However, this was no small matter. If sothing went awry, it could bring considerable trouble. It required long-term consideration and gradual implentation.
With a rough plan in mind, Mo Yan let out a long breath, placed the small wooden box containing the Shariputra into the Space for Xuetuan to keep safe, and then stepped out of the Space. As soon as she opened the door of her ditation room, she saw Xiao Ruiyuan standing outside.
Xiao Ruiyuan stared intently at Mo Yan. Seeing that her expression was usual, he did not ask what Abbot Liaokong wanted her for and simply said, "Xin Er and Shengsheng are here for the first ti and want to take a look around before it gets dark, but it seems that my mother-in-law is not feeling well. My father-in-law plans to stay and look after her, so they’ve asked us to watch the two little ones."
As soon as Mo Yan heard this, she hurried towards her parents’ ditation room. "I’ll take my mother’s pulse first. If there’s nothing serious, you and I can take the two little ones for a walk around."
Xiao Ruiyuan naturally had no objections and followed her.
"Yanyan, is your mother all right?" Mo Qingze asked anxiously as Mo Yan withdrew her hand.
Everyone was chatting amicably when suddenly, Cui Qingrou vomited, causing quite a bit of alarm among the others.
Mo Yan glanced at her father, her eyes flickering slightly as she said, "It’s nothing serious; mother is not in any danger! She doesn’t have as strong a foundation as we do and rarely gets out. Today’s walk from the foot to the peak of the mountain has left her a little overwheld. A good night’s sleep will sort it out. However, in the following days, father, you shouldn’t tire mother. Let her have a good rest."
There was indeed no major issue, but she had not expected her father, despite his age, to still have such vigor. From the night of their wedding, it seed their nocturnal activities had been quite regular. Climbing the mountain today definitely contributed to the exhaustion, but it was also due to a few nights of poor rest. This was sothing she could delicately remind her friend Liu Tinglan, but she felt awkward addressing it directly with her own father. It was good that her parents were affectionate, but too much of it was not beneficial; perhaps her father had been abstinent for too long.
Well, once they were back ho, she’d stew so nourishing soups and tonics for her father. Mo Yan thought covertly, her mind wandering off without realizing.
Mo Qingze’s old face reddened, uncertain whether his daughter had spoken casually or was hinting at sothing. Unable to look directly at his daughter, he coughed dryly and lowered his head saying, "Daddy understands, he’ll be more careful in the future."
Leaning on the bed, Cui Qingrou watched her husband’s flushed face, unable to dare look at their daughter, and suddenly understood sothing, wishing she could burrow into the blankets, her fair face flushed a complete red.
Mo Yan watched her parents with restraint, holding back her laughter. She was certain that if she laughed now, her father would definitely beco angry out of embarrassnt, and might even drive them all out in a fit of anger.
Xin Er and Shengsheng were still little and knew nothing as girls, and Xiao Ruiyuan was a senior virgin, only half-understanding such matters. The three of them sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange, yet didn’t know what was odd, their gazes wandering over the others, feeling like they had missed out on so incredible event.
In the end, it was Mo Qingze who couldn’t bear it, prompting with embarrassnt and annoyance, "Weren’t you going out for a stroll? If you don’t go now, it’s going to get dark soon."
Mo Yan struggled to hold back her laughter, hastily going to pull her two sisters, "Let’s go quickly, Dad is getting angry." As she spoke, she didn’t wait for her sisters to ask "Why is dad getting angry?", and pulled them away, running.
Seeing this, Xiao Ruiyuan didn’t wait for his father-in-law to urge him and chased after.
Now only Mo Qingze and Cui Qingrou were left in the room. Their eyes t, then both shyly looked away. After a mont of silence, Mo Qingze stepped forward to untie his wife’s clothes.
"What are you doing?" Cui Qingrou covered her collar while leaning back, her eyes wary as she looked at her husband, as if she were looking at a rogue.
Mo Qingze could not help but laugh and cry, hastening to explain, "Your husband just wants to help you take off your clothes so that you can sleep more comfortably."
Cui Qingrou’s face grew even redder, but her hands did not loosen, "I can do it myself, you, you should go out first, husband."
Mo Qingze stood still, looking downtrodden as he asked, "Does my lady not trust her husband?"
Cui Qingrou wanted to admit, wanted to say that not a single word was true when he spoke inside the bedchamber, yet seeing her husband’s dim face, she swallowed the truth, "I have not, it’s just such a small matter to loosen clothes, I can do it myself."
Mo Qingze, as if not noticing his wife’s reluctance, reached out again insistently to untie her clothes, "You’ve been tired today, let your husband take care of you this ti."
Seeing there was no escaping, Cui Qingrou simply let him have his way. Her body felt uncomfortable at the mont; she did not believe he could ignore her feelings and act inappropriately in this ditation room.
Mo Qingze indeed did not act inappropriately, only after removing his wife’s clothes did he begin to take off his own. Finally, wearing only his inner garnts, he lay down beside his wife, insisting on embracing her, "You find it hard to sleep in an unfamiliar place, I’ll be by your side, you sleep peacefully."
Cui Qingrou suddenly raised her head, looking incredulously at her husband, not knowing how he could be aware of this matter.
Mo Qingze stroked his wife’s head, smiling, "After sharing the bed for a few days, how could your husband not notice?"
Cui Qingrou’s eyes suddenly reddened, her face deeply buried in her husband’s embrace...
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