Yeh's family members

  "Knock knock." Two soft rapping sounds came from outside the door.

  Mo Tian Ge stopped his cultivation. His divine sense swept over and removed the outer seal: "Please enter."

  The one who pushed open the door and entered was Ye Zhenji's mother, Madame Yan.

  Mrs. Zhe led four servant girls and smiled before speaking: "Senior, have I disturbed you?"

  For this Mrs. Yan, Mo Tian Ge has a bit of a good feeling, probably because her maternal love for Ye Zhen Ji reminds him of his own mother.

  "Nothing, madam, is there something I can help you with?"

  "Oh, it's like this, the accommodation is simple, I'm afraid you won't be used to it...". She said, gesturing to those few servant girls to put down what they were holding.

  Mó Tiān Gē took a glance and saw that they were all luxurious but useless items used by wealthy and noble people, so he shook his head: "Madam, don't be polite, we cultivators should not attach too much importance to external things, or it would be counterproductive. These things are of no use to me, Madam doesn't need to bother."

  "This... elder is an honored guest of our Ye family. I fear that we may not be able to attend to your needs properly..."

  The stranger's smile was faint: "I understand your intention, madam. These external things are truly unnecessary."

  Seeing her so resolute, Madame Yan had no choice but to order all the serving girls to withdraw.

  However, after a moment of hesitation, Yan's wife smiled and said: "I have some words I'd like to discuss with you, sir. Is it convenient for you?"

  "Madam speaks directly and gets straight to the point."

  With her permission, Lady Yan ordered Shi's daughter to go out first and stayed alone.

  "Senior, I shouldn't be bothering you with such a trivial matter while you're cultivating, but as a mother, I always want to ask more about my son's affairs." After saying this, Lady Yan hesitated for a moment before continuing, "You are truly his master's junior brother, and have interacted with him many times over the past decade. Yet, in all these years, I haven't even been able to see him... Senior, would you be willing to tell me about my son? How has he been doing these past few years? Has he suffered any grievances? How is he living now?"

  Such a small request, Mo Tian Ge had no reason to refuse, a child who left her mother's side for eleven years. Of course she yearned to know more about her child.

  "Madam, don't worry, Zhenji is doing very well. He is a direct disciple of the Jiedan Cultivator, and for all matters, we seniors in the sect will take care of him, nothing will happen to him."

  "Is that so? Does he have friends in the school? Has he been bullied?"

  When asked this question, Mo Tian Ge smiled: "His master is Jing He Dao Jun, who dares to bully him? Besides, if someone wants to bully him, I won't just stand by and do nothing. Don't worry, madam, this child has a good temper and is very kind."

  "It's all right." Madame Yan sighed in relief, "Zhen'er has been sensible since childhood. If there was anything wrong, she definitely wouldn't tell us. I'm worried about this, that's why I came to disturb you, senior. Senior, Zhen'er has already cultivated her Qi for ten layers, why did she choose to leave the sect at this time?"

  Seeing Yan's anxious expression, Mo Tian Ge explained: "I was thinking of waiting for him to build his foundation and then letting him return on his own. But he really misses you all and has been asking for a long time. It just so happens that I'm leaving the mountain on my master's orders, so I'll directly send him over."

  "It turns out that's the case......" Madame Yan's gaze swept around Mo Tian Ge, and suddenly asked, "Senior looks so young, I wonder how old you are?"

  The question was indeed a bit abrupt, and Mo Tian Ge was taken aback for a moment. Since his age wasn't anything to be ashamed of, he replied, "I'm thirty-seven now."

  "Oh? Senpai is about the same age as me, but looks like a 17 or 18 year old girl, it's really making someone like me feel envious."

  Mrs. Yan's appearance was already quite youthful, Ye Zhenji was just twenty, and Mrs. Yan was his birth mother, probably over thirty-five years old, but she took good care of herself, her face had no wrinkles at all, looking like she was only around thirty years old, which is the time when women are most mature and charming.

  Mo Tian Ge didn't return the courtesy, instead his sharp eyes scanned Mrs. Yan's face as he asked lightly, "What do you mean by these words, madam?"

  She couldn't be so obtuse as to not hear the implication behind Mrs. Yan's words. The purpose of Mrs. Yan's visit was indeed not that simple.

  Mrs. Yan was somewhat embarrassed by her gaze, and stammered: "......Nothing, the senior is about my age, but looks like Zhen'er in size, really can't tell... You are his elder. I suppose if you say you're siblings, others would believe it too..."

  Suddenly, there was a feeling that was both laughable and pitiful. This Mrs. Yan seemed to be worried that there was some unclear relationship between her and Ye Zhenji!

  But she remained expressionless on her face, just staring straight at Mrs. Yan.

  Mrs. Yan was just an ordinary person, and under her unintentional pressure, she had no ability to resist, and cold sweat came down. She hastily grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the sweat, but couldn't even lift her hands, and with great difficulty opened her mouth: "Senior, I... if I have committed any offense, please forgive me."

  The other party's arbitrary conjecture about her relationship with Ye Zhenji, although she is Ye Zhenji's mother, also made her feel displeased, so she deliberately did so. Now seeing her show weakness, she withdrew her intimidation and said coldly: "For us cultivators, appearance is just skin and bones, madam should not speak like this in the future."

  Madam Yan didn't dare to retort back, thinking of the host's hospitality, she must treat this senior with utmost respect. She thought that her previous behavior might have already offended him. She repeatedly apologized: "Senior, please forgive my offense, I am an ignorant woman, unaware of the taboos of cultivators, speaking nonsense..."

  "Madam, as the mother of Zhen Ji, you have the right to ask clearly about some things. If you don't ask clearly, I'm afraid you won't be at peace either? In that case, whatever you want to say, just go ahead and say it."

  Hearing no anger in her tone, Lady Yan calmed down a bit and saw that she was acting calmly. She couldn't help but say apologetically: "Senior, please forgive me, I'm actually worried about your relationship with Zhen Ji being too close, afraid that the child will make mistakes. You are his teacher's younger brother, if...if the child doesn't know what to do, won't it also affect your reputation?"

  This remark was made with courtesy, and Mrs. Yan was not an ignorant person either. Mo Tian Ge softened his tone: "Madam, the Ye family has been in the mortal world for over twenty years, haven't they? Have you never been to Kunwu?"

  Mrs. Yan was taken aback for a moment and nodded her head. When she married into the Ye family, the Ye family had already been the Marquis of Changning in Wei State, so she naturally had never been to Kunwu.

  "No wonder you're not clear about the Immortal Cultivation world. In the Immortal Cultivation world, there's no concept of worldly human relationships; everything is based on cultivation. The matter of dual cultivation, regardless of generation or age, has nothing to do with others. As long as the true self likes someone, it won't affect their future."

  Noticing Mrs. Yan's face suddenly turning pale, Mo Tian Ge continued with a smile, "Moreover, can one's appearance and age be taken as accurate? My master is over 800 years old but looks like he's only in his thirties. The true self's master also appears to be around the same age as the true self - Madam, the true self respects me as a teacher; how could there be anything difficult to mention? Please don't worry, Madam, or it might hurt the true self's feelings if they find out."

  Mrs. Yan's face turned pale and white, but she couldn't say anything. She was just an ordinary woman, how could she know about the affairs of the immortal world? As a mother, she only worried for her child. Mo Tian Ge's straightforward words made her feel ashamed.

  "Alright, I'll continue my cultivation. Madam, it's rare for the true master to return home, you should go and accompany him more often." He directly sent off the guest. Mo Tian Ge sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, not saying anything else.

  Madam Yan hastily bowed and backed out.

  This matter, Tian Ge didn't pay much attention to it either. This Yan Furen is an ordinary woman and doesn't understand. Ordinary people always think that between men and women, if the age is similar, then they are of different generations, and even if there is a small difference, something will happen. However, they don't know that in the immortal cultivation world, judging someone by their appearance and age is the most absurd thing.

  After practicing until evening, Ye Jia's master, Ye Cheng, sent someone to invite him, saying that she had come from afar and they would hold a farewell banquet for Zhen Ji.

  Mo Tian Ge thought for a moment and still went to the banquet.

  Second Uncle's last entrustment gave her the ability to take care of the Ye family, and now that she has come to the Ye family, it is only right that she does what she can.

  "Senior, you've finally arrived, please take a seat." As soon as Mo Tian Ge entered the banquet hall, Ye Cheng warmly welcomed him. The hall had already been set up with a table of wine and dishes, with golden cups and silver plates shining brightly.

  "......Master Uncle!" Ye Zhenji also came over, and Mo Tian Ge exchanged a faint smile with him.

  This was a small gathering, with not many people present. Apart from Ye Cheng, Ye Zhenji and his father Ye Zhun, there were four others, all of whom were cultivators with only one or two layers of cultivation. Two middle-aged men, one young man and one youth.

  "Elder, these are the useless juniors of the Ye family: Ye Mou, Ye Yu, Ye Bing, and Ye Dun."

  Ye Mou and Ye Yu are those two middle-aged men, who should be of the same generation as Ye Cheng; Ye Bing is that young man, whose name is of the same generation as Ye Zhun, but Ye Dun's generation is unknown. However, according to the naming rules of the Ye family, Ye Zhenji is an exception, and it is not known whether this is because he was expected to be great from a young age.

  "The young one has seen his seniors."

  The Ye family's numerous monks pay their respects with utmost reverence.

  Mo Tian Ge was impatient with these formalities and said: "We are all cultivators, let's dispense with these mundane courtesies."

  Ye Cheng saw her displeasure and hastily stopped, smiling: "Then let's follow the senior's words, you all take your seats."

  The Ye family members took their seats in order of seniority, and when Ye Cheng gave the order to start the meal, a waitress came forward to remove the lids from the dishes, revealing an array of exotic delicacies that epitomized luxury.

  Ye Cheng said humbly: "I know, senior, that you no longer eat the smoke and fire of the mortal world. It's just that we've been in the mundane world for a long time and can't bring out anything good. These foods may be worldly things, but they're still quite delicious..."

  Mo Tian Ge smiled faintly: "No need to be polite, Master Ye."

  "Yes, Master Ye." Yezhenji took over, "Master Shu won't mind."

  Yè Chéng saw this and couldn't help but say a sentence: "You child, more courtesy is not blamed!"

  Ye Zhenji was not satisfied, just about to say something, when Mo Tian Ge interrupted him, smiling: "Your family's master, your grandfather, is right. If you were interacting with others, it would be best to do so. However, today it's not necessary. Ye Family Master, Zhenji grew up under my care, I don't consider you outsiders either, let's dispense with these empty formalities."

  When he heard the sentence "not treating you as outsiders", Ye Cheng felt relieved, smiled all over his face, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, since the senior said so, we will obey."

  After a few rounds of drinks, everyone began chatting with Mo Tian Ge in a relaxed manner.

  The Ye family left Kunwu decades ago, and now they suddenly saw a senior fellow who had built the foundation, so there were many things to ask about their cultivation. Especially that young man named Ye Dun, still with a child's heart, without the restraint of adults, whatever questions he had, he would ask as soon as he opened his mouth, and was scolded by his elders for a few sentences, but then saw Mo Tian Ge answering him in a good temper, one by one. Gradually, under the atmosphere adjusted by Ye Dun and Ye Zhenji, those adults also relaxed, and it seemed like they were all having a great time.

  "By the way, senior," Ye Cheng suddenly said after they had discussed their cultivation for a while, "there's something that I'm not quite clear about in my mind, and I'd like to ask you abruptly."

  "Excuse me."

  Ye Cheng's face was hesitant, but he eventually asked: "I saw the spiritual instrument that Senior gave to Zhen Er, it seems to be no ordinary item, I wonder where did Senior get it from?"

  Mo Tian Ge paused for a moment, and immediately understood what he wanted to ask. The spiritual instrument in Ye Zhen Ji's hand referred to the Qingmu Sword, right? This sword came from the Ye family, and this Ye family master had probably seen it before.

  He glanced at Ye Zhenji, and Ye Zhenji slightly shook his head, indicating that he hadn't said anything. Mo Tian Ge then smiled and said: "This object comes from a good friend of mine, it's an heirloom from her family."

  "Oh?" Ye Cheng's face flashed with surprise, and he hastily asked, "May I ask, senior, what is your good friend's surname and name, and where are they located?"

  Mo Tian Ge's face showed a hint of surprise: "Her surname is Ye and her name is Xiao Tian - what, does the master of the Ye family know her?"

  Ye Cheng was stunned again, Ye was indeed his surname, but why was his name Xiao Tian? There had never been such a person in the family!

  "And what about your friend's age and cultivation?"

  "...is about the same age as me and has also established a foundation now."

  Ye Cheng's questions became stranger and stranger, this... doesn't add up at all! If he said that the Qingmu sword was bought somewhere, it wouldn't be strange, but instead he said it was a family heirloom of Ye Xiaotian, who is still a young Jibei cultivator.

  "Right, I remember now. This friend of mine originally came from a family of cultivators, but after their family declined, they moved to the mortal world... Could it be..."

  Ye Cheng's eyes lit up: "This sounds like our family, but this name, I'm not familiar with."

  Mò Tiān Gē thought for a moment, then continued: "She originally had an uncle, surnamed Yè and named Jiāng. Does the master of the Yè family know?"

  When she mentioned this name, the Ye family was suddenly stirred up. Several people looked at each other and found surprise and doubt in each other's eyes. Finally, Ye Cheng asked: "Senior, Ye Jiang? Are you sure that's what it's called?"

  "This is natural." With a clear mind, Mo Tian Ge's face remained calm and unruffled, "I remember her saying that the Ye family was originally a cultivator family from Qingmen Mountain. Her father was once the most talented cultivator of the Ye family, and his name shook the Western Kunwu. He successfully condensed his dan at just over a hundred years old - is this true, Master Ye?"

  "The most talented cultivator of the Ye family, over a hundred years old and successfully condensed his dan...". Ye Cheng muttered to himself, with a frenzied look in his eyes. Of course he remembered, when he was born, it was the heyday of the Ye family, that talented cultivator brought unprecedented honor to the Ye family, but later...

  "That's our Ye family's most outstanding cultivator, with a single surname Hai."

  "Not bad." Mo Tian Ge smiled slightly, "So to speak, the friend I was talking about is indeed your Ye family. What a coincidence, unfortunately, my friend has not been seen for a long time and now I don't know where she is, so I won't be able to tell her."

  Ye Cheng was after all the master of the house. After a moment, he was now filled with doubts: "But... our uncle's ancestor didn't leave behind any descendants..."

  "I'm not quite sure about that." Mo Tian Ge very succinctly pushed everything away, she had to play the role of an outsider, and some things naturally couldn't be said too much.

  The Ye family members looked at each other and gradually calmed down. That's right, that uncle ancestor didn't leave any descendants behind, where did the Ye family cultivator come from?

  Finally, Ye Cheng asked: "Senior, do you know how your friend's uncle is doing now? Can you get in touch with him?"

  When he heard this question, a faint hint of sorrow flashed in Mo Tian Ge's eyes, and he replied lightly: "Her uncle has passed away."

  "What?" The Ye family members were shocked and stood up one after another.

  "Yao Ye almost shouted: 'How can this be? That uncle ancestor is only over 300 years old, right? According to the lifespan of a foundation-building cultivator, he should still be alive.'"

  "It's not bad, it would be more accurate to say that her uncle's death was a fall. "Mochen Ge's gaze fell into the void, his expression indifferent. "The two uncles and nephews were hunted down by other monks, her uncle was seriously injured in order to protect her, so his lifespan was shortened, and he sat down."

  After saying these words, the hall fell silent.

  Ye Cheng's face was overcast, such things happened too commonly in the cultivation world, and a lone cultivator without a backing mountain might easily encounter them. So to say, the Ye family's last true cultivator had also disappeared? Did that mean the Ye family had truly become an ordinary, unremarkable family in the mortal world?

  Even if he was forced to move out of Qingmeng Mountain, Ye Cheng didn't have this desolate feeling back then. He always thought that the Ye family was different from these so-called immortal families in the secular world, because they still had a living foundation-building elder! But now he just found out that the foundation-building elder had actually fallen long ago...

  After a long time, Ye Cheng finally closed his eyes and sighed. He was already over 70 years old, although as a cultivator, living to be over 100 years old was not a problem, but he was still old after all. He had originally thought that if Zhen'er could make something of himself and reconnect with that uncle ancestor, the Ye family would have hope of returning to Kunwu, but now it seemed that even if Zhen'er could establish his foundation, without an older cultivator to preside over the household, how could the Ye family return to Kunwu? Moreover, whether or not Zhen'er could actually establish his foundation was still unknown.

  Is Ye's family really going to fall into his hands like this?

  "Is this true, senior?"

  "Of course it's true." Mo Tian Ge's expression was indifferent, unable to discern any emotions, only Ye Zhen Ji discovered the desolation beneath her expressionless face, and gently touched her, softly calling: "…Shifu?"

  Mo Tian Ge turned his gaze away, giving him a faint smile. This smile held a meaning that Ye Zhen Ji couldn't understand.

  Ye Cheng muttered: "So, our Ye family... can't go back to Qingmeng Mountain..." He suddenly perked up again, "Senior, your friend... has he really built his foundation? Can you get in touch with him?"

  "No." Mo Tian Ge refused in one breath, "Master Ye, my friend once said that she promised her uncle that when the time comes to form the Dan, she will give the Ye family some help. However, it's best if the Ye family doesn't return to Kun Wu again. You should know, enjoying wealth and glory in the mortal world is better than being weak and small in Kun Wu, where one can't even guarantee their safety from morning to night."

  Still apologizing first. This was originally yesterday's chapter, I wrote half of it yesterday and finished the other half today, but time ran out again. But this chapter counts as yesterday's, and today's is like I opened a window to heaven, sorry, another update cut off. Moreover, tomorrow I'm going to buy a computer, so there might not be an update. However, the new month starts the day after tomorrow, and I'll work hard to make up for all the updates that were cut off this month^^ Thanks to qi, yangyang de yi 2009 two classmates' pink votes, bi zhi and shang xia 5000 year two people's rewards.