Leaving Home
The servants in the house were all managed by First Aunt, so she did not have to worry about them. Meng walked straight to her grandfather's courtyard. On the way, she saw her father waiting for her at the entrance.
She stepped forward and called out to her father. She was still a little upset that her father did not tell her about her mother last night. However, she was about to leave. She did not know when she would be able to come back, nor did she know when she would be able to see her father again.
Thinking of this, Meng suppressed her unhappiness. After calling out to her father, she did not wait for her father to answer. She took her father's hand and walked towards her grandfather's main courtyard.
Meng Qi did not sleep for the whole night. There were too many things running through his mind. He knew that his daughter wanted to know about her mother, but he was too ashamed to say it. Later on, she thought that it would be better if she didn't know. Wouldn't it be safer for her?
Today, he kept his mouth shut even more tightly, but he still felt a little guilty towards his daughter. He looked at his daughter the entire way and did not say a word. When they arrived at his grandfather's courtyard, his grandfather was already waiting there. Beside him stood the youngest in the family, his third sister, Mist.
Mist was only three months younger than Dream, and they were the closest in age. He was supposed to be her best playmate, but ever since she tested her spiritual roots at the age of six, her dream seemed to have disappeared from this house. What she did every day was nothing but cultivation.
Although Zhi Lan had some complaints, she was affected by it and worked hard to cultivate. Grandpa liked the two children very much, even more than his two grandsons. He left all the good things to the two of them, but the other children at home were not jealous at all.
The two grandsons at home had poor spiritual roots. Although they worked hard to cultivate, they had long been surpassed by their two little sisters. The big sister, Zhi Xian, also took good care of the two little ones. She didn't care how many things they had. Even when she had something good, she wanted to keep it for her two younger sisters.
At this moment, his two brothers and big sister were standing behind his grandfather and Zhi Lan. After they met up, his grandfather Meng Zikun did not say much. After summoning a flying sword, he pulled his two granddaughters onto the flying sword.
Meng Zikun was in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage and could ride a flying sword. After his two granddaughters steadied themselves, Meng Zikun raised his shield. With a thought, the flying sword carried them away.
Meng 'er stood behind the flying sword and turned her head to look at her father. Her father waved at her, but Zhimeng did not move. She just stared at her father. Meng Qishui felt his eyes getting hot again. He hurriedly turned his head, his hands still waving.
Before her tears fell, Meng 'er turned around. At this moment, the flying sword had already flown far away, and the direction of home had already become a dark shadow.
Although this was Zhimeng's first time riding a flying sword, the melancholy of leaving home and the grief of leaving her father made her feel nothing. On the other hand, Mist opened his mouth and shouted. He was obviously very excited about this.
They were carried into the air by the flying sword. There was a barrier on the flying sword, so they couldn't feel the powerful airflow and wind in the high altitude. They flew higher and higher. In this short while, the scenery below appeared before their eyes.
Meng Zikun rode his flying sword and walked for half a day before he saw the shadow of a small town in front of him. He sped up and headed toward the small town.
This time, the Mountain Opening Sect's recruitment was still in four months. They could use this time to train.
The three of them landed at a place far away from the city gate and walked over. There were more mortals here, and there were also cultivators, but most of them were low-level cultivators. These cultivators who lived with mortals did not have much interaction with mortals.
Once these cultivators reached Foundation Establishment, they could join the Rogue Cultivator Alliance and complete missions in exchange for points and resources. Of course, those with good spiritual roots could apply to join the sect when it opened its doors to recruit disciples.
Just like Meng 'er and Lan' er, if they were eliminated during the sect's disciple recruitment, they could only become itinerant cultivators. It was fine if they had a family to protect them and help them grow.
Those without a clan could only become itinerant cultivators. Needless to say, itinerant cultivators had a difficult life. Their lives were not guaranteed and they had to face great danger from time to time.
Meng Zikun hoped that his two granddaughters would be accepted as disciples by the sect. That way, not only would their futures be guaranteed, but their personal safety would also be guaranteed. He would also be more at ease.
On the way to the sect, he wanted to teach his child more about the cruelty of the cultivation world. It would be best if he could raise the cultivation of the two children so that they had a higher chance of entering the sect.
Of the two children, Meng 'er was the most hardworking and her cultivation was the highest. She was at the fourth qi layer, which was already the highest cultivation of her grandchildren.
It was not easy for Lan 'er to be at the third qi layer. After all, the time they had to start cultivating was limited. Meng 'er had only been cultivating for two years, and Lan' er was only two years away.
Therefore, Meng Zikun was very satisfied with the two children. Meng 'er's spiritual roots were slightly weaker, while she had three spiritual roots, water, wood, and earth. However, she had always worked hard and refused to admit defeat. Her progress was also very shocking.
Lan 'er had the best spiritual roots among her grandchildren. She had fire and earth dual spiritual roots. Earth spiritual roots could be ignored. This mainland was an earth elemental continent, and many cultivators had earth spiritual roots.
Meng Zikun pondered over his two granddaughters 'spiritual roots and future as he led them through the city gate.
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