Seven days ago, Li Jingya suddenly came to Mo's house with a letter of resignation. This letter of resignation not only shattered all of Mo Tian's fantasies about love, but also drove Mo Tian's mother and son's status in the Mo family into the bottomless abyss.

The woman openly humiliated the man's family, and the humiliation was terrible!

Faced with the abandonment of his lover, the blame of his family, and the ubiquitous cynicism, whether intentional or unintentional, Mo Tian finally couldn't bear it anymore and chose to end these tortures by committing suicide.

This marriage contract was originally made by Mo Tian's father-in-law, Jiuzhu, and the old man of the Li family.

This Jiuzhu was originally just a little-known figure, but with some rhetoric about Mo Tian's divine body, he persuaded the helmsman of the Li family to marry the pearl in his palm to the little Mo family.

Divine body, thinking of this kind of physique that represents the most peak talent of the entire Nine Heavens Continent, Mo Tian couldn't help but admire this Nine Beads a little. This man really dares to blow any cowhide!

No wonder Li Jingya would take a resigned letter in anger on the grounds that she had been deceived!

"But so what, even if it's not a divine body, even if it's just a mediocre posture, with my Mo someone's means, I can cultivate this body into a generation of powerhouses!" Mo Tian clenched his fists and muttered to himself.

After thinking about it, Mo Tian had already come to the outer courtyard of the Mo family. In the north in November, the cold wind is biting, and it is already a cold winter season.

That night, the mother and son found a dilapidated hut in the outer courtyard where the servants lived, and snuggled up to each other to keep warm, barely spending the night.

Early in the morning, looking at his mother curled up, but still warming his body with his body, Mo Tian's heart was inexplicably warm.

In his previous life, he was an orphan and did not know the joy of family. In this life, this deep maternal love makes him feel precious!

"Mother, believe me, you will be proud of me. In the past, the Inscription Emperor of the Eight Desolations, although his spiritual power cultivation is no longer there, fortunately, my memory has not been lost. These are the real capital for the rise of a strong man. A thousand years later, the name Mo Tian will still be remembered and even worshiped by many people!"

Mo Tian looked at this poor woman with a simple mind and only a son in her eyes, and muttered to himself.

When this self-talk fell, the faint remnant of the predecessor's remnant soul seemed to be slightly touched!

Mo Tian's heart moved, and he sent a ray of thought to the other party: "Brother, you and I have the same soul and memory, you should know my identity and means." I promise you that one day, I will come to the royal capital in person and defeat Li Jingya, so that she can see clearly what powerful potential is contained in our body. Those who look down on us will eventually tremble because of the name Mo Tian!"

The wisp of the other party's remnant soul suddenly let out a violent tremor, and it seemed to be extremely excited!

"Since you're okay, then please help me one last hand, I need you!"

As soon as Mo Tian's words fell, he felt a wisp of pure soul power surging towards his soul.

Mo Tian was overjoyed, and immediately sat down cross-legged and began to refine this soul power.

About half an hour later, Mo Tian's eyes suddenly opened, and as soon as his mind moved, a faint spiritual force permeated him.

"The second grade of spiritual power, the recovery is good!" Mo Tian was overjoyed.

His remaining spiritual power had already reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the First Grade, and in the end, he finally succeeded in stepping through after completely fusing the broken soul of his predecessor.

This is a good start, the master of the second grade of the inscription, and he is fully proficient in the inscription.

You must know that because of the extreme rarity, the inscription master can be said to be the most noble profession on the mainland.

The inscription master of the second grade is enough to become the object of many forces.

Pills, spiritual weapons, array talismans, etc., each of them is a treasure that martial artists are eager for!

Mo Tian was full of ambition and said in his heart: "With my current situation in the Mo family, I guess I can't allocate any cultivation resources. And if you want to quickly improve your strength, you must have a large number of cultivation resources. It seems that we have to figure it out on our own!"

Thinking of this, Mo Tian said hello to his mother, and walked to Mr. Bookkeeper, maybe he could try his luck!

After all, Mo Tian is a cultivator, after a night of cultivation, although his qi and blood have not recovered, he has no major problem walking!

Along the way, the people of the Mo family, up to the side branches of the lineage, down to the servants and maids, everyone who saw Mo Tian would look at him with strange eyes. That look of ridicule and ridicule is almost undisguised.

A man who was openly asked by the woman to leave his husband was a joke for everyone.

In this regard, Mo Tian smiled indifferently. Because only he knows his own value!

When he came to the account room, Mo Tian, as the grandson of the head of the family, quickly borrowed 1,500 silver coins, which was the only way he could think of at present.

It all starts with these 1,500 silver coins!

After getting the silver coin, Mo Tian walked straight to Fang City!

Tianyun City is located in the north, close to a primeval forest inhabited by fierce beasts, and those mercenary medicine merchants who hunt fierce beasts and collect medicines will take the proceeds of their adventures to sell in Tianyun City Fang City.

Fang City is also an important source of financial support for the four major families in Tianyong City.

About half an hour, Mo Tian came to a market opened by the Mo family!

This Fang City is the largest in Mojiafang City, and the medicinal herbs collected by the mercenaries, the fierce beasts hunted, and some strange things that they call treasures will all be taken here, waiting for the discerning customers!

Medicinal herbs, this is the purpose of Mo Tian's trip.

"Little brother, the second-grade elixir Yin Condensation Grass, which our Heavenly Spirit Mercenary Regiment just collected, is absolutely superb, only three hundred silver coins!" A man with a beard on his face greeted Mo Tian with a smile when he saw Mo Tian stop in front of the stall.

"The shade grass is about 20 years old, born on the cliff wall, and only absorbs the sun at noon. This strain, which is less than fifteen years old, and the cold air is obviously insufficient, must be caused by being born on the top of the cliff and absorbing too much sunlight. At most, this can only be regarded as a medium grade!" Mo Tian picked up the Yin Condensation Grass and glanced at it, then threw it down and said lightly.

The mercenary glanced at Mo Tian like a ghost, but he didn't expect this young man, who looked to be only fifteen years old, to be so good at medicinal herbs.

Yin condensation grass is not common, the other party actually only glanced at it, and knew that his yin condensation grass was harvested from the top of the cliff, and even the year was not bad at all, it was simply a god.

"Well, then you see how much it's worth!" said the mercenary, sneeringly. Obviously, he was hit by Mo Tian and didn't dare to ask for the price anymore.

"Well, I won't let you suffer, just two hundred silver coins!" Mo Tian took out two hundred silver coins, put them on the stall, picked up the Yin Condensation Grass and walked straight away, leaving only the mercenary muttering to himself: "Who is this young man, this kind of eyesight is even more powerful than us pharmacists who collect medicine all year round!"

After spending about a thousand silver coins, Mo Tian finally got the medicinal materials he needed.

At the exit of Fang City, Mo Tianfan was an insider, and bought a dilapidated Dan furnace from an old mercenary.

Looking at the harvest of this trip, Mo Tian nodded with satisfaction, and said in his heart: The craftsmanship of thousands of years ago must not have fallen yet!

Just as Mo Tian walked out not far away, in the shadows at the gate of Fang City, two black shadows turned out.

One of them, a middle-aged man with thin lips, a scar on his face, and a gloomy gaze, stared coldly at Mo Tian's back, and said to his companions beside him: "What did that kid buy, but he can see it clearly?"

"Yes, the little ones are all written down!"

"Then tell the Great Elder what you saw!"

Scar said, disappearing into the shadows again, like a ghost!