Chapter 64: Mo Hui's Cultivation Secret

"Father, was the purpose of your trip with Sword Grandpa today to find him?"

The noble young lady in a white dress was, naturally, Ning Rongrong. At this moment, she blinked her curious, wide eyes and looked at Mo Hui.

Seeing Ning Rongrong appear, Ning的风致 (Ning Fengzhi) smiled, gently stroked her head, and said, "Indeed. This is the peerless genius Dean Feng spoke of, Mo Hui. Don't let his age fool you—he is already a level forty-one Soul Ancestor."

"What?! He's actually a Soul Ancestor?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth in shock, her gaze toward Mo Hui filled with sheer disbelief.

She found it hard to believe that Mo Hui, who looked no older than her, possessed the cultivation level of a Soul Ancestor. After all, she was considered a genius with innate level-nine soul power, yet her current cultivation was only at level twenty-six.

Although cultivating as an auxiliary soul master was relatively more difficult, the gap shouldn't be this vast, right?

While Ning Rongrong was still reeling in astonishment, Ning Fengzhi introduced her to Mo Hui, "Mo Hui, this is my only daughter, and the most outstanding genius of the younger generation in our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong."

Ning Fengzhi had several sons, but Ning Rongrong was his only daughter. Combined with her exceptional innate level-nine soul power, he naturally doted on her immensely. Ning Fengzhi's overindulgence was one of the primary reasons she had developed a bit of a princess personality.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Ning. My name is Mo Hui."

Mo Hui nodded slightly and greeted Ning Rongrong.

Mo Hui's impression of Ning Rongrong was fair. While she certainly possessed a touch of princess syndrome, considering she was the little princess of one of the upper three sects and had been pampered since childhood by two peak Douluos—Sword and Bone—along with her own father, it was a miracle she hadn't turned out even more entitled. A minor case of princess syndrome was hardly worth mentioning.

"Hello, I'm Ning Rongrong," she replied.

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly and instructed the servants of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to prepare food, intending to host a banquet to welcome Mo Hui and everyone from Kamikaze Academy.

"Mo Hui, how on earth do you cultivate so quickly?"

At the banquet, Ning Rongrong asked Mo Hui out of curiosity.

Through their earlier conversation, she had learned Mo Hui's age: thirteen, only a year older than her, yet his soul power cultivation was fifteen levels higher. This naturally piqued her curiosity about his cultivation routine.

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and the rest of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect members looked at Mo Hui with curiosity, eagerly awaiting his answer.

Meeting the expectant gazes of those around him, Mo Hui smiled slightly and replied, "It's very simple. You just need to find a top-tier mimetic cultivation environment, sleep only once every few months, and spend all the remaining time meditating inside that environment."

"..."

Hearing Mo Hui speak of such a grueling routine as if it were the most natural thing in the world, everyone—except for Feng Qingcang and the others from Kamikaze Academy who were already accustomed to it—gaped in stunned silence.

After a long pause, Ning Rongrong finally burst out, "What do you mean, sleep once every few months and spend all other time meditating in a mimetic environment? I somehow feel like you just said something terrifying with a completely straight face."

If her father and Sword Grandpa hadn't confirmed to her that Mo Hui's cultivation was indeed at level forty-one, she would have assumed he was messing with her. Such conditions were simply impossible for a human being to fulfill.

"The requirements are a bit harsh, but this is indeed the simplest method to raise one's level," Mo Hui said, his expression unchanged in the face of her disbelief.

As the saying goes, the greater the grand path, the simpler the truth. With more time spent on cultivation, the improvement in power was naturally greater. However, simple as the principle sounded, sticking to it required extraordinary willpower and perseverance, something ordinary people could hardly achieve.

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi sighed with a trace of emotion, "Truly, heroes come from the youth. If Rongrong had even half of your diligence, I would be content."

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi cast a reproachful, half-playful glance at Ning Rongrong.

This look sent a chill down Ning Rongrong's spine. She immediately leaped up, ran behind Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and whined, "Sword Grandpa, look at what Daddy is doing!"

Seeing this, Sword Douluo Chen Xin chuckled helplessly, patted Ning Rongrong's head, and said to Ning Fengzhi, "Sect Master, you surely don't expect Rongrong to follow the cultivation method Mo Hui described, do you? While that would indeed rapidly increase one's soul power, it's hardly realistic."

As a peak Douluo, Chen Xin could naturally tell whether Mo Hui was speaking the truth. But that level of perseverance was exceedingly rare in the world, and Ning Rongrong clearly fell short of it.

Watching the warm, playful banter of this family, Mo Hui felt a sudden wave of trance wash over him.

Before he knew it, he had become the "child of other parents" in people's stories. Yet, he would never see his own parents again—in neither world!

"I wonder if my parents from my past life are doing well, and if my parents in this life have already been reincarnated."

Mo Hui's eyes grew slightly damp. Normally, he didn't believe in reincarnation; even if it existed, the reincarnated soul would no longer be the original person, but an entirely new life.

Yet at this moment, Mo Hui found himself half-hoping that reincarnation was real. If so, perhaps he might catch a glimpse of his former parents once more, even if they were merely similar flowers blooming anew.

However, his long, uninterrupted periods of cultivation had forged an exceptionally resilient mind. This wave of melancholy was swiftly suppressed by Mo Hui, and a stray tear was casually wiped away. Within a mere second or two, Mo Hui returned to his usual composure.

At the banquet, people exchanged toasts and laughter filled the air. Not a single person noticed that a thirteen-year-old boy, heavy with longing for his family, had shed two quiet tears.

Two hours later, the banquet officially came to an end.

Having consumed quite a bit of wine, everyone present was slightly flushed and tipsy. The members of Kamikaze Academy returned to the rooms prepared for them by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Meanwhile, Mo Hui, who hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, obtained permission from Ning Fengzhi and the others, made his way to a high mountain peak, and began his meditation practice.

Cyan soul power circulated steadily within Mo Hui's body, and the limit of his physical body to withstand soul power slowly increased as well.

And so, Mo Hui stayed with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for several days. The injuries sustained by the academy teachers were also rapidly healing under the treatment of the sect's healing soul masters.

One night, while Mo Hui was cultivating on the mountain peak, he suddenly felt the moonlight blocked by a shadow and opened his eyes.

"Ah, it's Miss Ning. Why aren't you sleeping at this ungodly hour, and what brings you all the way up here?"

Looking at the figure of Ning Rongrong standing before him, Mo Hui felt a twinge of puzzlement. Could this young miss have come looking for him at such an hour?

However, Ning Rongrong merely curled her lips and said, "I came to see what special cultivation tricks you had. Who would've thought it's just ordinary meditation after all."

Driven by curiosity, she had observed Mo Hui for the past few days, only to find that his routine consisted entirely of eating and cultivating, which she found utterly boring.