Immortal Mortal

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: A Rice Bowl Filled With Gratitude

Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations

A change of fate was enough to make one sad, but Mo Wuji did not care. Even if he became a fallen prince, Mo Wuji did not put it to heart. The only thing that made him lost and unwilling was that he is a mortal, a mortal with mortal roots.

On Earth, everyone was the same. No one was afraid that they cannot cultivate, and he could excel in other areas. However, in this new world, being unable to cultivate signified a completely lost opportunity.

Even if he was determined to be without spiritual roots, without personally testing for it, he will not give up. Harbouring such worrying thoughts, Mo Wuji did not know when he actually fell asleep.

Mo Wuji was aroused awake by the fragrant smell of rice, and when he opened his eyes, the sun was already out. As he sat up, he saw a big bowl of rice on the old and broken square table. There was even a dish of pickles and half a cucumber.

"Master, you're awake. Quickly wash up and eat." Without waiting for Mo Wuji to speak, Yan'Er, who was constantly concerned for him, cried out with joy.

"You did not sleep last night?" Mo Wuji looked at Yan'Er's pale face, dark circles and tired eyes, and knew that Yan'Er did not sleep the whole night.

"Yesterday, I went to help Aunt Lu set up her stall, and business was very good." Even though Yan’Er was very tired, Mo Wuji could still feel her happiness.

Mo Wuji understood the reason for her happiness. As business was good, Aunt Lu gave her more pay.

Mo Wuji came down from his wooden bed, reached out and touched Yan'Er's messy hair, not speaking for a long time.

He was certain that this was not the first time Yan'Er worked overnight to feed him. She had long been accustomed to it. This Mo Xinghe must have been a pig. Not only did he stay silent and depended on a young girl, he even spent all his time dreaming about being a king. After returning from work, Yan'Er even had to spend money to buy candy to accompany him to play his king game.

"Master, you did not eat much yesterday, quickly wash up and eat," Yan'Er felt that after the young master woke up, there was a lot of change in him, which made her happy.

"You go ahead first; I'll wash up right away," Mo Wuji felt both pitiful and touched. In both his lives, no one has ever treated him like this. His past lover had a cold personality. Even though she was nice to him, she had never moved him like Yan'Er. In the end, she even plotted against him.

Yan'Er hurriedly said, "I just ate, young master you..."

Yan'Er did not continue talking as she saw the young master walk towards her wooden bed, slowly bending down and picking up a half-eaten black bun by the pillow side.

Mo Wuji did not speak; he held the hard, black bun and started to panic. Previously when Yan'Er said that she had ate; he saw some black crumbs by the side of her mouth.

He slowly brought the bread to his nose and smelt a hint of rancidness and staleness. There was a stark contrast between this black bun, which gives off a sour taste, and the bowl of fresh, white rice. No wonder why this growing young girl already has a head of dirty, yellow hair.

Maybe the rancid smell incited Mo Wuji's nose; his nose turned sour and his eyes felt itchy.

"Master, you can't eat that..." Yan'Er thought that Mo Wuji was going to eat the black bun, and quickly called out.

Mo Wuji gently grabbed Yan'Er's hands, hands which were rougher than his, and slowly said, "Yan'Er, from now on, whenever I eat, you will eat too. You will never be hungry. Today, don't go out and help out with the stall. Remember the words of big brother: I will support you now.”