Troubled by the Little Ones

After a full night and half a day of chaos, Ye Mo finally regained her freedom by noon the next day. Even though they had been at it for so long, Ye Mo didn’t feel tired at all; in fact, she felt more energized.

The most important thing, though, was that she discovered her cultivation level had directly risen to the mid-to-late stages of the Golden Core (Jindan) stage. Moreover, the advancement felt incredibly stable—this was the first time she truly appreciated the benefits of dual cultivation.

Mo Mo, too, was full of energy. He had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul (Yuanying) stage. Even he hadn’t anticipated that his cultivation would progress so quickly. It was as if the ghost vines were tailor-made for him and his wife.

Mo Mo pulled Ye Mo into an embrace and kissed her. “It’s so good to have you, wife!” If not for her, the excess energy would have been enough to make him explode.

To be honest, he felt that his wife hadn’t advanced enough. With the amount of energy they absorbed, she should have at least reached the late stage of high-level ghost general. However, she only advanced to the late stage of the Golden Core and mid-level ghost general. ( I was confused about the heroine’s cultivation, I don’t know whether the author was mentioning the spiritual cultivation or the ghost cultivation so I just wrote it like this maybe I translated it wrong) Could the extra energy have been absorbed by that mysterious space?

Neither Mo Mo nor Ye Mo noticed the changes in the Yin-Yang Pool at that moment. The energy in the pool had become much denser, making both the vitality water and the black water even more potent.

“Momo, you should rest a bit longer. I’ll take the kids out to play.” Mo Mo suggested she rest a while more, then dressed and left, bringing the six little ones out from the space as well.

Originally, the six little ones had wanted to greet their mother, but before they could, Mo Mo banned them from speaking, and only lifted the ban on them once they were all in the main hall of the warship.

“Dad, that’s not fair! I didn’t even get to say hi to Mom!” Niuniu complained. She had noticed her mom’s cultivation had advanced and wanted to ask how she did it so quickly.

“Exactly! I was so close to grabbing Mom’s hand,” Qianqian added, equally frustrated.

Mo Mo looked at his six kids, all wearing discontented expressions, and couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to play with me?”

“What can you even play with us, Dad?” Guaiguai asked, looking up at Mo Mo. Honestly, they weren’t interested in childish games anymore.

“You decide. What do you want to play?” Mo Mo raised an eyebrow. What do you do when your kids are too smart? He thought he preferred it when they were a bit more naive—they’d be easier to entertain.

Guaiguai looked at his younger siblings. “Anyone have something fun? Dad’s going to play with us.”

Niuniu blinked, then pulled out a large box filled with grain-sized building blocks. “Dad, help me with this! There are 30,000 pieces, and I have no idea when I’ll finish it on my own.”

Mo Mo was speechless. He had already seen her finish this puzzle once before. Was she trying to make things difficult for him?

Raising an eyebrow, Mo Mo agreed. “Alright, I’ll help you.”

“Dad, Dad, help me with this too! I don’t understand some of these characters. Can you teach me?” Yueyue brought over an ancient-looking book, written in a language even Mo Mo didn’t recognize. He was stunned—what was this?

Yueyue blinked at him. Guaiguai, watching, turned away to stifle a laugh. The book was something Yueyue had made up herself. She had been bored, after all. Since neither Mom nor Dad wanted them to cultivate too quickly, she had found new hobbies.

Niuniu likes to put together various building blocks, and lately, she has been experimenting in building blocks the size of sesame seeds. Aiming to eventually build millions of them.

Yueyue enjoyed inventing languages. As for the rules governing them, well, only she knew those.

Qianqian was simpler—she just loved to eat. Fortunately, their mother’s space had several chefs, otherwise, she would’ve been impossible to keep satisfied.

Guaiguai, for his part, still loved cultivating. Although his father wouldn’t let him improve his cultivation level, he had already compressed his internal spiritual energy twice and was currently studying how to cultivate his soul.

After all, both Dad and Mom are both cultivators, so he couldn’t afford to fall behind.

As for Baobao and Beibei, they had recently taken a liking to fighting. Whenever the two were together, they would end up brawling—and their fights were always intense.

Mo Mo, meanwhile, found himself stuck between his two daughters. One wanted him to build blocks, and the other wanted him to translate a made-up book.

Mo Mo felt like crying. He, a mighty Nascent Soul cultivator, was being stumped by a fictional language.

When Ye Mo finally emerged and walked into the hall, she saw Mo Mo with a troubled expression, surrounded by the kids. Guaiguai, in particular, was wearing an amused grin.

“What’s going on?” Ye Mo asked, approaching them.

Mo Mo glanced at the mysterious book, then at his wife.

Seeing the book, Ye Mo burst out laughing. “The exclusive rights to explain this book belong to its author.”

Mo Mo tilted his head. “Who’s the author?”

Ye Mo pointed at Yueyue.

Yueyue pouted. “Mom, you sold me out!”

Ye Mo chuckled. “Yueyue, don’t you want to spread the word about your invented language?”

Yueyue tilted her head, her eyes lighting up. “How do I spread it?”

Ye Mo smiled at Mo Mo. “Ask your dad. Isn’t he the top commander of the Eighth Region?”

Yueyue’s eyes lit up. “Dad!”

Mo Mo felt helpless. His daughter had written the book, and now they expected him to promote it? How was he supposed to tell her that it had no historical value, no research significance?

What could he say to avoid crushing her enthusiasm?

Ye Mo smiled and asked, “Sweetheart, what inspired your language?”

“The travelogue from the cultivation world,” Yueyue said, a little dejected after seeing her dad’s expression. Was what she wrote really worthless?

But that book contained valuable information, including some basic cultivation techniques. If the people of the interstellar realm got their hands on it, it would be a huge boon for them.

Hearing this, Mo Mo’s eyes lit up. Ye Mo handed him the travelogue, and as Mo Mo compared it with Yueyue’s script, he realized something: the text of the world of cultivation was surprisingly complex and profound.

(End of Chapter)