Chapter 931 – Inherited Memories

In an instant, Mo Lan felt a gentle, peaceful natural energy attempting to establish a connection with her.

Wood Speech again!

This was the first time Mo Lan learned that Wood Speech could be used to communicate not only with plants, but also with Elves!

She didn’t resist. Instead, after briefly steadying her thoughts, she responded.

“Grandma Clan Leader~”

“Good, good child.” Matil said softly.

She gazed into Mo Lan’s emerald eyes—crystal clear and sparkling with keen intelligence—and felt her admiration deepen further.

Ordinary Elf infants needed at least several months before they could express such clear intentions, yet this child had been born only half a day ago. The child nurtured by the Tree Spirit was extraordinary indeed.

“Can you sense the existence of the inherited memories?” Matil guided patiently. “The section on Elvish is usually the first to unseal. If you’re bored, you can try touching upon that knowledge. Once you can speak, you won’t have to lie in the cradle all day receiving nourishment from the Tree Spirit’s forces of nature.”

Mo Lan thought for a moment, then decided not to conceal anything and told her the truth about her current situation: “Grandma Clan Leader, I’ve already learned it.”

She had studied Elvish back in Valen. Although she wasn’t as proficient as a true Elf, she had no trouble reading Elven magic books or carrying on basic conversations.

After receiving the nature Elf inherited memories, she had immediately gone through all the Elvish knowledge a second time.

Her listening, speaking, and reading abilities were now roughly on par with an adult Elf. Only her writing still had a long way to go.

Nature Elves commonly used three scripts—Vine Script, Flowing Wind Script, and Leaf Vein Script. Of these, Mo Lan had only encountered Vine Script in Valen, which was used for everyday writing, and she could write it reasonably well.

Flowing Wind Script, which mimicked flowing water and wind traces with an elegant, graceful style used for poetry and letters, and Leaf Vein Script, an ancient script with refined, fluid forms resembling the intricate veins on a leaf, commonly used for recording history and magic—Mo Lan had only learned these from the inherited memories and had barely practiced them, so her writing was probably quite poor.

“You… are saying you’ve already mastered Elvish?” Matil’s voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor—not from doubt, but from pure astonishment.

Mo Lan couldn’t yet produce fluent speech, but that didn’t stop her from answering through action.

She extended her small hand—still delicate, yet no longer limp and feeble—and with her fingertip, traced out the thoughts she had just conveyed, stroke by stroke in Elvish script on Matil’s broad palm: “Learned—Elvish.”

The sensation of her fingertip gliding across the palm was faint yet distinct. Though there was a beginner’s awkwardness and childish quality to it, the structure of every character was precise and flawless, without a single error.

Matil’s gaze followed the child’s delicate fingertip intently, the tidal waves of shock in her heart threatening to overflow.

As clan leader, she understood all too well what this meant!

With the inherited memories available, learning Elvish was certainly much easier, but it was by no means something that could be accomplished overnight.

The young Elves in the clan typically needed three to five years before they could communicate fluently in spoken Elvish, over a decade before they could read Elvish texts and correctly write common characters, twenty to thirty years before they could write beautifully in Vine Script, and forty to fifty years before they could master the elegant Flowing Wind Script.

As for Leaf Vein Script—the most complex script requiring the greatest psychic control—many Elves still couldn’t write it well even upon reaching adulthood!

And this child… had been born less than a day ago! Not only could she clearly express her thoughts, but she could already accurately write Elvish characters in Vine Script.

Matil clasped Mo Lan’s small hand in hers, her grip momentarily tight from overwhelming excitement, but she immediately relaxed, afraid of hurting this incredible child. Her voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor:

“By the Tree Spirit above… child, I… I have never seen a little Elf as… as brilliant as you!”

At this moment, Matil finally and completely understood the fundamental difference between a child of the Tree of Life and ordinary young Elves. The arrangements made for her would need to be far more careful, far more… tailored to her abilities.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and asked in a more solemn tone: “Child, since you’ve already learned Elvish, have you thought of an Elvish name for yourself?”

Mo Lan nodded, then extended her index finger once more and wrote “Moira” in Elvish script on Matil’s palm.

Matil murmured softly: “Moira…”

She pondered for a moment, a gleam of appreciation flashing in her eyes. “‘A poem of wisdom and creation’?… What a wonderful name! The meaning of this name couldn’t suit you any better!”

Looking into Mo Lan’s bright, lively jade-green eyes, she understood in her heart that this child probably wouldn’t need to go through the long foundational learning period that other young Elves did.

“Moira,” Matil called her by name, her tone carrying a hint of inquiry, “besides Elvish, has the other content in your inherited memories—knowledge like history, customs, art, nature lore, and such—begun to… manifest in your mind? Or rather, unlock?”

She asked very carefully, because although this knowledge existed within the inherited memories, it normally required growth and external guidance before it would gradually become clear, like mist slowly dissipating.

Mo Lan tilted her little head slightly and thought: “It’s all been unlocked. I already systematically studied and organized all of this content while I was inside the Life Cocoon.”

Matil was deeply shaken, yet at the same time felt a sense of acceptance, as though this was only to be expected.

She knew well that the layered seals on knowledge within the inherited memories were actually a protective mechanism.

Sealing away the vast body of knowledge encompassing language, history, art, and common knowledge was meant to prevent the fragile minds of young Elves from being overwhelmed by the flood of information, which could lead to cognitive confusion or even psychic damage.

And sealing away all knowledge related to transcendent professions and magic was to prevent young Elves—whose bodies and magical abilities were far from adequate—from prematurely attempting advanced professional or magical training out of curiosity or impulse, which would cause irreversible harm to their bodies.

Only as an Elf grew older and their body naturally developed enough to bear the corresponding level of knowledge would the seals on the inherited memories open, layer by layer.

The fact that Mo Lan could accept and master the foundational inheritance of language and common knowledge at the very moment of her birth meant that her psychic power was innately strong to an inconceivable degree. The essence of her soul far transcended the realm of a newborn Elf!

“Grandma Clan Leader, when exactly will the knowledge about transcendent professions and magic in the inherited memories be unlocked?”

Mo Lan asked curiously in her mind, a question that had been lingering in her thoughts ever since she first received the inherited memories.

In truth, the inheritance she had accepted and mastered extended far beyond what Grandma Matil had just listed.

Essentially, all knowledge that didn’t involve transcendent professions or specific magical techniques had already been systematically studied and mastered by her while inside the Life Cocoon.