Chapter 111: Only Self-Strengthening

“Indeed, strength commands respect. This has always been the unchanging truth of the world,” Yun Yunrui sighed as they made their way back to the village, reflecting on the Wang family’s drastically different attitude toward the Yun clan that day.

“It’s all thanks to the Daoist elder. Without his intervention, we wouldn’t have known how to handle the Yulin Wang clan’s oppression,” Yun Yunyang replied softly.

“That’s true,” Yunrui agreed. Over the past few days, the Yun clan elders had wracked their brains trying to come up with a solution to the Wang clan’s demands for Yanshuang’s hand in marriage. None of their plans seemed viable, leaving them anxious and restless.

“However, we can’t always rely on the elder,” Yunyang said, clasping his hands behind his back as his gaze wandered over the bustling lives of the villagers. He watched as the younger generation, carefree and full of laughter, ran through the village under their protection.

“Only by becoming strong ourselves can we avoid being bullied, insulted, or coerced,” he continued, his voice resolute.

Beside him, Yunrui looked at the children playing happily and nodded with newfound determination. “Exactly. Strength is the only way.”

“Our Yun family still has a long road ahead,” Yunyang said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “The borders of Yue Country will never be the limit of our ambition.”

“By the way, Brother Yunyang, are you really planning to attend the Wang family’s ceremony in a few days?” Yunrui asked.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I go? The Wang clan’s ancestor personally came to invite us. Not attending would be a slap in their face.”

“True enough,” Yunrui admitted, nodding.

“Who will accompany you?” he asked after a pause.

“Yanshuang and Tian’er will join me,” Yunyang replied. “They are the strongest Spirit Root cultivators in our family. The ceremony will attract cultivators from across Yue Country, including possibly the three great families. It will be a good opportunity for Yanshuang and Tian’er to meet peers, broaden their horizons, and establish connections.”

The ceremony, as Yunyang saw it, was similar to the tea gatherings of mortal merchants—a chance to network and gain insight into the competition.

“Oh, and another thing,” Yunyang added, “take this deed and a team of people to the cultivation market to formally take over the shop the Wang family gifted us. Make sure it’s well-managed. From now on, all the black obsidian we mine, the spiritual rice we harvest, and the spiritual artifacts Yanshuang refines will be sold directly through the shop. There’s no need to go through the Wang family anymore.”

“Who will manage the shop? Do you have someone in mind?” Yunrui asked.

“Second Brother is busy training the clan soldiers and managing the obsidian mines in Yunshan. Third Brother oversees the spiritual springs, fields, and harvests on the back mountain. Fourth Brother is handling the weapons workshop, and you’re helping me with clan affairs. Cousin Yunxun is immersed in his alchemy research,” Yunyang said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “This shop is critical to our family’s growth and needs someone capable to oversee it—someone skilled in commerce.”

“How about Ling’er? She and her husband can manage it together,” Yunrui suggested with a laugh.

“Haha! That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Yunyang said. “Over the years, Ling’er and Qin Zhan have expanded the family’s textile and tea businesses significantly. Both of us have seen their success firsthand. Ling’er has been learning business from me since she was a child, and Qin Zhan, coming from the wealthiest family in Yun Cang County, is well-versed in commerce. They are the perfect duo to manage our first shop in the cultivation market.”

“Then I’ll summon Ling’er and Zhan’er back so you can explain everything to them,” Yunrui said.

“Do it as soon as possible,” Yunyang said with a nod.

The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues of red and orange as evening descended. Beneath the glow of the sunset, a carriage rolled slowly into the Yun family village.

From within the carriage, a graceful woman stepped out, dressed in a flowing blue gown that exuded elegance. She was accompanied by a handsome young man clad in fine robes.

It had been five years.

Yun Yanling had grown even more beautiful and captivating over time. Her maturity lent her an air of refined charm, making her seem like a living masterpiece under the setting sun.

The young man, Qin Zhan, had also matured. The years had sharpened his once-youthful features into something more striking and robust. His handsome face, chiseled like a sculpture, radiated the calm confidence of a man who had found his footing.

“It’s been years since I last returned. The family has changed so much,” Yanling said with a soft smile as she took in the familiar yet transformed Yun family village.

For years, she and Qin Zhan had traveled far and wide, tirelessly working to expand the market for the Yun family’s textiles and tea throughout Yue Country. Their efforts had brought significant wealth to the clan, though it had meant they seldom returned home.

“Indeed,” Qin Zhan said softly, wrapping his arm around his wife’s shoulder with a warm smile.

“I wonder why Father suddenly summoned us back,” Yun Yanling said curiously.

“You’ll find out when we meet him,” Qin Zhan replied with a smile as he led Yanling toward her father’s house.

“Father.”
“Papa!”

The moment they stepped into the courtyard, Qin Zhan and Yun Yanling greeted Yun Yunyang, who was sipping tea while supervising Yun Wenxuan’s writing practice.

“You’re finally back. Come, have a seat,” Yunyang said warmly, gesturing for them to sit.

“Papa! Mama!” Wenxuan shouted joyfully upon seeing his parents. He made to drop his brush and run toward them for a big hug.

“Finish the work Mr. Yu assigned you first. No playing until it’s done,” Yunyang said sternly, his expression turning serious as he reprimanded his grandson.

“Alright… I understand,” Wenxuan replied sulkily. He returned to the stone table and reluctantly resumed copying scripture.

“Father-in-law, is there a particular reason you’ve called us back?” Qin Zhan asked respectfully as he took a seat next to Yunyang.

Yanling, meanwhile, sat beside her son, asking about his recent activities and personally supervising his studies.

“The family has acquired a shop in the cultivation market. We plan to use it to sell the obsidian we mine, the spiritual rice and herbs harvested from the fields, and the spiritual artifacts Yanshuang has been refining. This shop is critical for our family’s development, so I need you and Ling’er to manage it. The two of you are the most suitable, given your expertise in commerce. I’m confident that with your skills, the shop will thrive,” Yunyang explained.

“I see,” Qin Zhan said with a nod of understanding.

“Father, if Qin Zhan and I go to manage the shop, who will oversee the family’s textile and tea businesses?” Yanling asked.

“The family will select appropriate personnel to take over your current responsibilities,” Yunyang replied.

“For now, stay home for a few days and spend time with Wenxuan. Once the shop in the cultivation market is ready and all the goods are prepared for sale, you two can set off.”

“Understood,” Qin Zhan and Yanling replied in unison.

Under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, Yun Yanshuang held a small alchemy furnace in her hands. Its surface was a vibrant greenish-blue, with three legs, two handles, and intricate engravings of birds, fish, and insects. The exquisite craftsmanship made it a striking piece.

“This is the alchemy furnace you made?” Yun Yanshui asked, inspecting the furnace with an intrigued expression.

“That’s right! What do you think, Brother?” Yanshuang replied with a cheerful smile as she presented the furnace.

“It’s decent quality and looks great. But isn’t it a bit… small?” Yanshui teased.

“I couldn’t help it! I didn’t have enough Greenwater Essence, so I could only make a small one. But it doesn’t matter—it works just fine for alchemy. Once I can get more Greenwater Essence, I’ll craft a larger and better one,” Yanshuang said confidently.

“That’s fair enough. The family’s resources are better than they used to be, but still limited. Having a functional furnace is already quite fortunate,” Yanshui admitted. “So, when are you planning to start refining pills?”

“After I return from the Wang family’s ceremony with Uncle and Yantian,” Yanshuang replied.

“You’re going to the Wang family?” Yanshui’s brows furrowed in concern.

“Don’t worry. The Wang family won’t dare harm me. Uncle said their ancestor personally came to apologize today!” Yanshuang said with a playful grin.

“Huh?” Yanshui was stunned.

“Hehe! It’s thanks to my master!” Yanshuang giggled.

“Your master has such influence?” Yanshui asked in astonishment.

 

Chapter 112: Bamboo in the Forest

“Have you prepared everything?”

Yun Yunyang asked as he glanced at Yun Yunlin.

“Yes, fifty pounds of obsidian, thirty pounds of spiritual rice, five Embryo Breathing Pills, three first-grade Yellow-tier spiritual artifacts, and a hundred spirit stones,” Yunlin replied.

“To celebrate the Wang clan ancestor’s breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, this is all the Yun family can manage to offer,” Yunyang said with a faint smile.

In truth, the family possessed many other spiritual treasures, most of which Yun Yanshui had obtained over the years by exploring Yuncang Mountain with the Golden-Eyed Beast. However, those resources were crucial for the Yun family’s Spirit Root cultivators and could not be casually given away.

Thus, sending symbolic gifts such as spiritual rice and obsidian sufficed to express their goodwill toward the Wang clan.

“Yanshuang, Yantian, get in the carriage!”

Calling out to his niece and nephew, Yunyang boarded the carriage with them. Yun Yunlin led a group of clan soldiers as their escort toward the Yulin Wang family estate.

Roar!

Deep within Yuncang Mountain, a thunderous roar echoed as the massive Golden-Eyed Beast sank its fangs into the neck of a striped tiger, snapping it in a single bite.

The enormous tiger stood no chance against the beast. Simply sensing the predatory aura emanating from the Golden-Eyed Beast had shattered its will to fight, leaving it defenseless as it awaited its fate.

“I can’t believe how powerful the Golden-Eyed Beast has become!” Yun Yansong exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at the felled tiger.

He had always known that Yun Yanshui had been raising the Golden-Eyed Beast for the family.

Over the past five years, Yanshui frequently ventured into the mountains with the beast, feeding it various spiritual materials. The once tiny cub, no larger than a baby’s fist, had grown into a fearsome predator capable of taking down a tiger with a single bite.

“Yanshuang said the Golden-Eyed Beast’s power now rivals that of a cultivator at the peak of the third layer of the Embryo Breathing Realm. It’s close to reaching the fourth layer,” Yanshui said with a smile as he called the beast back.

From his pouch, he retrieved some scattered spirit stones, spiritual rice, and bits of obsidian, tossing them into the air.

With a powerful leap, the Golden-Eyed Beast opened its massive jaws and swallowed the offerings whole. Landing with a thud, it stirred up a gust of wind, its large body looming over the ground. As it chewed, it affectionately rubbed its head against Yanshui, seeking his attention.

“It’s only been five years, but its growth is astonishing,” Yansong said with a chuckle, stepping forward to pet the beast’s massive head. He pulled a bamboo flask from his waist, pouring water onto a cloth to clean the tiger’s blood from the beast’s mouth.

“By the way, where’s Brother Yanbai?” Yanshui asked.

“Your Brother Yanbai is in the county, spending time with his future bride,” Yansong replied with a smile.

“Who is she?”

“Who else? Qin Zhan’s third sister.”

“Qin Yue?” Yanshui blinked in surprise.

Qin Yue was the younger sister of Qin Zhan, the daughter of Yuncang County’s wealthiest man, Qin Yang.

“I think I met her once. How is she now?” Yanshui asked.

“She’s well-read, gentle, and beautiful. Your Brother Yanbai is quite taken with her. Lately, he spends every day in the county, glued to her side,” Yansong said with a laugh.

“That’s wonderful,” Yanshui said sincerely, his tone tinged with admiration.

“Yanshui, you’re almost fifteen. Isn’t it time for Fourth Uncle to find you a good match so you can continue your branch of the family? Yan Dong is a year younger than you, yet he’s already courting the magistrate’s daughter. He might even marry her by the end of the year!”

Yanshui’s face flushed as he muttered under his breath, “Can you not stress me out for just one day?”

“Haha! I’m too carefree for such responsibilities. I’d rather spend my days with my parents, my sister, and the clan. I’ll occasionally help out with family affairs, watch the younger generation grow up, and live a peaceful, carefree life,” Yanshui said with a bright smile.

“Besides, with you, Brother Yanbai, and that rascal Yan Dong, the family line is in no danger of ending. I’ll happily stay home, help you raise your kids, and have them take care of me in my old age.”

His cheerful tone masked a deeper truth. The karmic ties of the bronze mirror weighed heavily on Yanshui. As the only one connected to it, he feared that marrying and starting a family might expose its secrets, bringing untold calamities.

“Kid, I don’t even know what to say to you,” Yansong said, shaking his head with an exasperated laugh.

“By the way, isn’t Sister-in-law due soon?”

“It’s soon—probably in just a few days. Once the Golden-Eyed Beast finds a new mineral vein for the family in the mountains, we’ll return to report, and by then, my child should be born,” Yun Yansong said with a smile.

“Time truly flies. In the blink of an eye, it’s been five years, and you’re about to become a father,” Yun Yanshui said with a grin.

“Which is why you should start making an effort yourself,” Yansong teased, laughing.

Howl!

As the two brothers sat resting and chatting with a group of clan members, the Golden-Eyed Beast, which had been lounging nearby, suddenly sprang to its feet. It let out an excited howl and bolted deeper into Yuncang Mountain.

“It seems like the Golden-Eyed Beast has found something,” Yansong said, his expression growing serious as he observed the beast’s reaction.

“Let’s follow it,” Yanshui said, quickly standing and leading the group in pursuit of the beast.

The group pushed through a patch of thickets and eventually arrived at a dense bamboo forest. The bamboo stretched endlessly in all directions, with a thick carpet of dried yellow leaves covering the ground. A gentle mountain breeze rustled through the forest, filling the air with a faint, pleasant aroma of bamboo.

At the center of the forest, the Golden-Eyed Beast crouched low, fixated on a single dark-purple bamboo stalk that towered into the sky like a spear. Its dense canopy was adorned with clusters of tiny, fragrant bamboo grains.

Howl!

With a leap, the Golden-Eyed Beast snapped up a bunch of reddish-purple bamboo grains in its jaws, chewing them with relish.

“You clever rascal!” Yanshui laughed as he rubbed the Golden-Eyed Beast’s head affectionately. His eyes glimmered as he examined the purple bamboo, which was as thick as a bowl. He could clearly sense that it was a spiritual plant, and the grains it produced were imbued with rich spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy within the grains rivaled, or perhaps even surpassed, the family’s cultivated spiritual rice. If this bamboo could be transplanted to the family’s spiritual fields and cultivated under Yantian’s care, it might yield an entire grove of purple bamboo. The resulting grains could greatly enhance the physiques of every clan member who consumed them.

“This purple bamboo…” Yansong said, his gaze filled with awe as he looked at the towering stalk.

“I don’t know much about it either, but it’s clearly valuable. Let’s dig it up and transplant it to our spiritual fields. Uncle Yunxun can examine it and determine its origins,” Yanshui said excitedly, grabbing a hoe and preparing to dig.

“Yanshui, wait,” Yansong cautioned, holding him back. “I’ve heard Uncle Yunxun say that spiritual plants like this grow in places where spiritual energy converges underground. If we uproot it recklessly and disrupt the energy flow, the bamboo will wither and die.”

“Then what should we do? Just leave it here? It’d be a waste,” Yanshui said, frowning.

“For now, let’s harvest the bamboo grains and take them back for Uncle Yunxun to examine. Once he understands their properties, he might figure out a way to safely transplant the bamboo without harming the energy flow.”

“Fine, we’ll do it your way,” Yanshui agreed, setting down the hoe and instructing the Golden-Eyed Beast to harvest the grains.

The beast let out a sharp bark and leaped into action, using its powerful claws to sever the branches bearing the grains. Each swipe of its claws produced a metallic ringing, like the clash of steel.

“What…?” Yanshui froze in astonishment, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Yansong and the other clan members rushed to examine the fallen branches, their expressions equally stunned. “These branches are harder than wrought iron!”

“This is incredible! What kind of spiritual energy must be gathered underground to produce such a bamboo?”

The group exchanged awed glances, their imaginations running wild as they pondered the mysteries hidden beneath the forest floor.

 

Chapter 113: A Blessing for the Home

“Where did you get this purple rice?”

In the medical hall, Yun Yunxun looked at the sack of purple rice with a mix of excitement and curiosity.

“We found it in Yun Cang Mountain,” Yun Yanshui replied.

“Uncle Yunxun, do you recognize this purple rice?” Yanshui asked, noting his uncle’s barely-contained excitement. Clearly, Yunxun was familiar with its origins.

“This is Purple Jade Bamboo, a Grade Five Yellow-tier spiritual plant,” Yunxun explained, his tone reverent. “According to my master’s writings, the purple rice produced by this plant can effectively enhance the physique of cultivators, improving their bones, muscles, and blood.

“However, its effects are only beneficial to those in the Breathing Realm. Beyond that, it has limited impact.

“In addition, the purple rice can be fermented into a unique bamboo wine, naturally infused with its distinctive aroma. This wine can further improve the physique of Breathing Realm cultivators and is also highly effective in treating internal and external injuries, comparable to a Grade Two or Grade Three Yellow-tier healing pill.”

“That’s incredible!” Yun Yansong exclaimed, eyeing the sack of purple rice with newfound awe.

“Uncle Yunxun, does this rice have any benefits for ordinary people?” Yanshui asked with a smile.

“Of course it does,” Yunxun replied. “Its effects are even better than spiritual rice. If consumed by the villagers, it can strengthen their bodies and extend their lifespans.”

“Do you know how to cultivate Purple Jade Bamboo?” Yanshui asked eagerly.

“Not at the moment,” Yunxun admitted.

“What a pity,” Yanshui said with a sigh. “If only you knew, we could transplant the Purple Jade Bamboo to our spiritual fields in the back mountains. Imagine cultivating a whole grove of it—producing more purple rice to benefit the family.

“Not only could it generate wealth, but the extra purple rice could nourish our clansmen, strengthening their bodies. Who knows? Over time, it might even increase the chances of our clan producing more Spirit Root cultivators.”

As Yanshui spoke, Yunxun fell into deep thought.

For the past five years, the family’s spiritual rice harvest had steadily increased, but it was still far from sufficient to feed every clansman daily. Most of the harvest was either sold for spirit stones or reserved for the five Spirit Root cultivators in the family.

Yanshui’s suggestion struck a chord. Could consistent consumption of spiritual rice and purple rice by ordinary clansmen improve their physiques and lead to a higher likelihood of producing Spirit Root offspring?

“Water, your idea isn’t without merit,” Yunxun said, patting Yanshui on the shoulder with a smile. “It seems we elders have been too short-sighted.

“We’ve focused so much on selling spiritual rice for profit or reserving it for our Spirit Root cultivators that we overlooked the potential benefits for the rest of the clan. Allowing all our clansmen access to such nourishment could indeed benefit the family in the long run, perhaps even resulting in more Spirit Root descendants.”

After a moment of excitement, Yunxun calmed himself. “But there’s a problem. Our spiritual rice harvest is still limited, and we don’t yet know how to cultivate Purple Jade Bamboo. Acquiring more purple rice won’t be easy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll bring this idea to your eldest uncle. I’m sure he’ll be just as excited and will do whatever it takes to make it happen,” Yunxun said reassuringly.

“Uncle Yunxun, the branches of the Purple Jade Bamboo are incredibly sturdy,” Yansong added.

“Ah, I nearly forgot,” Yunxun said with a chuckle. “The branches and stalks of the Purple Jade Bamboo aren’t just sturdy—they’re excellent materials for crafting artifacts.”

“Artifacts?” Yanshui asked, surprised.

“Exactly. The branches and stalks are prized for refining tools and weapons. Don’t throw away any of the branches you brought back. Once Yanshuang returns, have her store them safely for future use.”

“Understood,” Yanshui and Yansong said in unison.

“Yansong, are you here?”

A Yun clansman hurried into the medical hall, his expression urgent.

“What’s wrong?” Yansong asked.

“Your wife just gave birth!”

“Really?” Yansong exclaimed, his face lighting up with joy.

“Yes, a boy and a girl,” the clansman replied.

“Do they have Spirit Roots?”

“The elder child has a Grade Three Spirit Root, and the younger one has a Grade Four Spirit Root.”

“That’s amazing!” Yansong said, his excitement overflowing.

“Congratulations! You’ve truly brought honor to your family,” Yunxun said with a laugh.

“Uncle Yunxun, Yanshui, I need to head home. If anything comes up, send someone to find me!” Yansong said as he hurriedly excused himself.

In his haste, he nearly tripped over the threshold of the medical hall.

Yulin Mountain, Wang Family Estate.

“Brother Yunyang!”

Wang Zhongtian stood at the gates with a group of clan members, smiling broadly as Yun Yunyang and his entourage approached.

In the past, Zhongtian would have made Yunyang wait outside for at least half an hour before greeting him. But now, such arrogance was no longer an option.

“The Yun Cang Yun family is no ordinary clan,” Wang Zhongtian thought to himself as he greeted the Yun delegation. The presence of the enigmatic elder behind them was enough to make even his own ancestor tread carefully.

“Brother Wang,” Yun Yunyang said, returning the greeting with a polite bow.

“Your visit truly honors our Wang family,” Zhongtian said with a warm smile. His eyes shifted to Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian. “Are these the Spirit Root cultivators of your esteemed family?”

“Indeed,” Yunyang replied, gesturing toward them. “Yanshuang, Yantian, greet your Uncle Wang.”

“Yanshuang greets Uncle Wang.”
“Yantian greets Uncle Wang,” the two said politely.

“Haha! Such outstanding young talents! Truly extraordinary. Please, treat the Wang family as your own during your stay,” Zhongtian said enthusiastically, determined to make a good impression. He knew full well that these two were the disciples of the blind Daoist elder and understood the importance of maintaining cordial relations.

Yanshuang and Yantian exchanged polite smiles, acknowledging Zhongtian’s goodwill.

“This time, we’ve come to congratulate your esteemed ancestor on achieving Foundation Establishment. While our gifts are modest—some spirit stones, spiritual rice, obsidian, and a few Breathing Pills—I hope they convey our sincerity,” Yunyang said.

“Not modest at all! How could I think such gifts are unworthy? Your presence alone is a great honor to us,” Zhongtian said with a hearty laugh, signaling his attendants to receive the gifts.

“Li Yuan, escort our esteemed guests to the ancestral grounds and ensure they are well cared for,” Zhongtian instructed his son, Wang Liyuan.

“Uncle Yun, Miss Yanshuang, Brother Yantian, please follow me,” Liyuan said, stepping forward and gesturing for them to proceed.

Yunyang, Yanshuang, and Yantian followed him toward the Wang family’s ancestral grounds on Yulin Mountain, where the upcoming ceremony was to take place. Meanwhile, the rest of the Yun delegation, led by Yun Yunlin, was arranged to stay in the Wang family’s village.

As they walked along the mountain path, Yunyang asked with a smile, “Have the representatives from the Three Great Families and Seven Clans arrived for the ceremony?”

“Most of them are already here,” Liyuan replied. “Even the Imperial Court’s attendant cultivators have arrived.”

“Has Master Li arrived?” Yunyang inquired.

“Yes, Master Li has been here for some time. My ancestor is personally hosting him,” Liyuan said.

“Wonderful. I must share a drink with Master Li later,” Yunyang said with a gentle smile.

“Miss Yanshuang, Brother Yantian,” Liyuan said, turning to them, “once we reach the grounds, I’ll introduce you to the young elites of the Three Great Families and Seven Clans.”

“That might not be appropriate,” Yantian said humbly. “The Yun Cang Yun family is a small, humble clan and may not be worthy of associating with such distinguished figures.”

“There’s no need for such modesty,” Liyuan said, smiling. “The two of you possess remarkable talent and strength—enough to rank among the top of the younger generation in the Three Great Families and Seven Clans.

“They value individual ability over familial prestige. Besides, your Yun Cang Yun family is far from weak. In the future, your family will undoubtedly hold a prominent position in Yue Country.”

Liyuan’s comment about the Yun family’s “hidden strength” was a veiled reference to the blind Daoist elder, whose mere presence commanded respect and deference.

“Thank you for the encouragement,” Yanshuang said.

“It’s my pleasure. Soon, the younger generation from the Three Great Families, Seven Clans, and other cultivation families in Yue Country will journey to the Immortal Mansion Secret Realm to seek their fortunes. Forming connections now will help you understand your peers better,” Liyuan explained.

“Speaking of the Immortal Mansion Secret Realm,” Yunyang interjected, “what does your family know about it?”

He wanted to gauge whether it was worth sending Yanshuang and Yantian to such a potentially dangerous place.

“Our Wang family’s scouts and hired cultivators have determined that the Immortal Mansion Secret Realm was once the site of a cultivation sect from centuries ago—the Pill Cauldron Sect,” Liyuan said.

“The sect specialized in alchemy and was renowned for producing over a hundred alchemists during its peak. However, internal strife led to its downfall, and it eventually vanished into history.

“Interestingly, the founder of the Tongshan Xia clan was once a lowly servant in the Pill Cauldron Sect,” Liyuan added with a smile.

 

Chapter 114 Three Thoughts

Wang Liyuan’s words carried significant implications, causing Yun Yunyang and his two nephews to stiffen with realization.

A mere servant disciple had left the sect, founded a family, and over time established one of the Three Great Families and Seven Clans in Yue Country. This alone spoke volumes about the grandeur and profound heritage of the Pill Cauldron Sect from centuries ago.

Though the sect had eventually crumbled due to internal strife and disappeared into history, the treasures it left behind were undoubtedly extraordinary. If they could find even a fraction of the fortune left within the ruins, it would benefit the Yun family for years to come.

Especially tempting was the possibility of obtaining the alchemical techniques of the Pill Cauldron Sect. What if the ruins held records or tools for their fabled craft?

“The discovery of the Pill Cauldron Sect’s ruins in Yue Country was made possible thanks to records passed down through the Tongshan Xia family’s ancestral notes,” Wang Liyuan continued.

“It must be fraught with dangers,” Yun Yantian remarked.

Liyuan smiled faintly but said nothing, implicitly confirming Yantian’s suspicion.

The people of the Tongshan Xia family were no fools. If they had discovered the ruins and deemed them safe, they would never have shared the information with the Yue royal court or the country’s cultivation families.

“The Tongshan Xia family clearly intends to have as many people as possible explore the ruins,” Yun Yunyang said, his brows furrowing in thought. “They’re hoping others will take the risks for them. Even the rumors reaching Wu Country’s cultivators were likely spread intentionally.”

“Uncle Yun, your insight is remarkable. With you at the helm, the Yun Cang Yun family is sure to flourish,” Liyuan said, offering a polite bow.

“Young Master Liyuan, how many people is your family sending to the ruins? Perhaps we can look out for one another along the way,” Yunyang inquired.

“Three, including myself,” Liyuan replied with a smile. He deliberately kept the identities and cultivation levels of the other two a secret. At the ruins, everyone would be both ally and competitor. No one would give up the Pill Cauldron Sect’s treasures without a fight.

“Uncle Yun, Miss Yanshuang, Brother Yantian, we’ve arrived. This is our ancestral hall. My ancestor is currently conversing with Master Li inside. You may proceed on your own,” Liyuan said as they arrived before an opulent palace. Bowing slightly, he excused himself to welcome other guests arriving for the ceremony.

“Junior Yun Yunyang seeks an audience with Senior Wang,” Yunyang announced, bowing respectfully at the palace doors.

Creak…

The grand doors opened slowly, revealing the interior of the hall. A soothing aroma of sandalwood filled the air as they stepped inside, calming their minds.

At the head of the hall sat Wang Qingshan, the Wang family’s venerable ancestor. To his left sat the Imperial Court’s attendant cultivator, Master Li Qing. Alongside them were three other figures, each radiating a distinct presence.

The first, dressed in a dark blue robe, had long hair tied back with a simple bamboo hairpin. Despite his sharp features, his slightly sunken eyes and tired demeanor gave the impression of perpetual fatigue.

The second wore a wine-red robe and possessed narrow, delicate features that exuded an androgynous elegance, almost as though she were a woman disguised as a man.

The third, clad in a light blue robe, had a square face and a broad, imposing frame. His natural authority was palpable, carrying the weight of one who inspired respect.

“Senior,” Yunyang greeted, bowing alongside Yanshuang and Yantian.

“There’s no need for such formality,” Wang Qingshan said warmly, gesturing for them to take their seats.

“Master Li,” Yunyang said as he took a seat beside Li Qing, bowing again.

“Allow me to introduce these gentlemen,” Li Qing said with a laugh. “They are the heads of the Three Great Families:

“From the Canglan Ye family, Ye Wuwei.
“From the Wangyue Lin family, Lin Yiran.
“And from the Chuanyin Lu family, Lu Zhengqiang.

“They’ve come to celebrate Senior Wang’s success in achieving Foundation Establishment and to attend the grand ceremony,” Li Qing explained, smiling as he gestured toward the three figures.

Yunyang rose to bow to each of the family heads, but his courtesy was met with indifference. None of the three returned his greeting.

To the leaders of the Three Great Families, the Yun Cang Yun family was a minor, upstart clan—not worth their attention.

Ye Wuwei yawned lazily, stretching his arms as he glanced toward Wang Qingshan. “When will the representatives of the other six clans arrive? We’ve been waiting for quite some time,” he said nonchalantly.

“Patience, Clan Leader Ye. They’ll be here soon,” Wang Qingshan said with a faint smile.

“Why wait? Let’s head to the rear courtyard and be seated. When they arrive, we’ll join the banquet directly. Why should we waste time waiting for the other six clans?” Lin Yiran said coldly, a sharp glint flashing in her narrow eyes.

“I agree with Ye and Lin. The six clans are far too slow,” Lu Zhengqiang added, sipping his tea with a faint smirk. “But more importantly, we’ve been made to wait not just for the six clans but also for an insignificant new cultivation family.

“Wang Qingshan, are you keeping us waiting like this because you think the Three Great Families are easy to push around?”

His tone was sharp, his dissatisfaction palpable. To Lu Zhengqiang, waiting for the six clans was already grating, but the inclusion of a newly established family like the Yun Cang Yun family was an outright affront. Did Wang Qingshan truly think his Foundation Establishment breakthrough allowed him to disregard the Three Great Families’ authority?

Wang Qingshan smiled politely. “Clan Leader Lu, you misunderstand. If the three of you are growing impatient, please allow me to lead you to the rear courtyard to await the banquet.”

As Wang Qingshan rose to guide the three clan leaders, Yun Yunyang also stood and prepared to leave the hall with Li Qing. Yunyang’s curiosity was piqued, and his gaze lingered on the departing Wang Qingshan and the Three Great Families’ leaders.

Noticing Yunyang’s intrigue, Li Qing raised his hand and silently cast a barrier around them, isolating their conversation from prying ears.

“The Yulin Wang family and the Three Great Families have been secretly at odds for years,” Li Qing explained. “As the strongest of the seven clans, the Wang family has long been a thorn in the side of the Three Great Families. They’ve worked tirelessly to prevent the Wang family from rising and challenging their dominance as Yue Country’s fourth major family.”

Li Qing’s voice turned somber as he continued. “Recently, the Three Great Families covertly dispatched experts and hired rogue cultivators to sabotage Wang Qingshan’s Foundation Establishment breakthrough. But the Wang family’s defenses held strong, and their efforts failed.

“Now that Wang Qingshan has successfully reached the Foundation Establishment, the imperial court will likely follow protocol and officially recognize the Wang family as Yue Country’s fourth major family. This recognition will grant them leverage to contend with the Three Great Families for greater influence and resources.”

“Such as the Yulin Lake cultivation market?” Yunyang asked.

“Exactly,” Li Qing replied. “The Yulin Lake cultivation market generates staggering wealth daily. If the Wang family solidifies its position, they’ll undoubtedly seek to wrest control of the market from the Three Great Families. Naturally, the Three Great Families will not relinquish such a lucrative asset without a fight.”

“That explains why the Three Great Families’ leaders arrived so early. They must have coordinated to pressure the Wang family during the ceremony,” Yunyang observed.

“Indeed,” Li Qing confirmed. “The six clans are mere spectators, though they are also allies of the Wang family. They’ve long suffered under the Three Great Families’ dominance and fully support the Wang family’s rise.

“That’s why the Three Great Families arrived early, while the six clans have delayed their appearance. Wang Qingshan, in turn, has postponed the start of the ceremony to avoid giving the Three Great Families undue advantage.”

“And what is the court’s position?” Yunyang asked.

“The court is playing it safe. They’ll let the Three Great Families and the Wang-led alliance of seven clans battle it out. Whoever emerges victorious will dictate terms to the court,” Li Qing said.

Yunyang nodded in understanding. He knew the Three Great Families and the Seven Clans wielded enough power to rival even Yue Country’s royal court. The court’s best strategy was to remain neutral and wait for the outcome of this power struggle.

Li Qing, as the court’s representative, was likely here to observe and report, ensuring the court could align with the winning side.

“It seems the real players at this ceremony are the Three Great Families and the Wang family. We’re merely bystanders, invited to watch,” Yunyang said with a wry smile.

“Haha! That’s true,” Li Qing replied. “But I don’t mind. The court doesn’t mind. And neither do the other cultivation families in Yue Country.”

Yunyang fell silent, deep in thought.

The undercurrents of this struggle were deep and treacherous. He realized that as the Yun Cang Yun family grew stronger, it would inevitably be drawn into similar conflicts. The thought lingered as he followed Li Qing to the rear courtyard, his mind swirling with plans for the future.

 

Chapter 115 The Immortal Way of Eternal Prosperity

Rear Courtyard, Banquet

Yun Yunyang and his two nephews sat with Li Qing in a designated area, awaiting the arrival of the six other clans and representatives from other cultivation families across Yue Country.

One by one, members of various sects and families were escorted to the banquet by Wang family disciples. Among them was Sun Tianming, accompanied by Sun Fenglin, Sun Fengxuan, and Sun Fengli.

“Brother Yunyang,” Sun Tianming greeted, bowing to Li Qing first before taking a seat beside Yun Yunyang.

Sun Fenglin, with his brothers, smiled as he greeted Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang. It had been over five years since they had last met, during the collaborative capture of the Gu God Cult members in Yuncang Mountain.

Now in their early twenties, Fenglin and his brothers had matured significantly. Even Sun Fengli, once proud and impulsive, seemed to have undergone considerable growth over the years.

“Congratulations to Brother Fenglin and Brother Fengxuan for further advancing your cultivation,” Yun Yantian said, noting their progress. Fenglin had solidified his position in the third level of the Embryo Breathing Realm, while Fengxuan was on the cusp of breaking through from the second-level peak.

“It’s been five years, Brother Yantian. I’m sure your and Miss Yanshuang’s cultivation levels are far beyond ours,” Fenglin responded with a smile.

“I’ve made some progress,” Yantian replied modestly. “This banquet will be a great opportunity to witness the talents of the Three Great Families and Seven Clans.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Fenglin agreed. “By the way, have you heard about the Immortal Mansion Secret Realm?”

“We’ve heard of it,” Yantian said.

“Will you be going?” Fenglin asked.

“Perhaps,” Yantian replied ambiguously. His uncle had yet to decide whether he and his sister should venture into the secret realm, preferring to gather more information before making a decision.

“If you do, I hope we can journey together. It would be safer for us to watch each other’s backs,” Fenglin suggested.

“If our family decides to send us, I’ll be sure to let you know,” Yantian said.

“I’ll look forward to your decision,” Fenglin replied with a nod.

As Yantian and Fenglin spoke, representatives from various cultivation families across Yue Country began arriving at the banquet. The once-quiet atmosphere grew lively as groups greeted one another and exchanged pleasantries.

“Rizhao Lou Clan congratulates Senior Wang Qingshan on achieving Foundation Establishment. May the path of immortality shine eternal!”

The voice of a Wang family attendant announced the arrival of a delegation. All eyes turned to see an elderly man with white hair and a kindly face entering the banquet hall, accompanied by two talented young cultivators from the Lou clan.

The elder wore a robe embroidered with cloud patterns, and his back displayed the Lou family’s emblem: a rising sun breaking through the clouds, symbolizing vitality and prosperity.

“Eguhu Wu Clan congratulates Senior Wang Qingshan on achieving Foundation Establishment. May the path of immortality shine eternal!”

A middle-aged man in a dark blue robe, bearing the emblem of a great lake, entered with two Spirit Root cultivators from the Wu family.

“Tonglin Zhao Clan congratulates Senior Wang Qingshan on achieving Foundation Establishment. May the path of immortality shine eternal!”
“Kunshan Xu Clan congratulates Senior Wang Qingshan on achieving Foundation Establishment. May the path of immortality shine eternal!”
“Qishan Wen Clan congratulates Senior Wang Qingshan on achieving Foundation Establishment. May the path of immortality shine eternal!”
“Tongshan Xia Clan congratulates Senior Wang Qingshan on achieving Foundation Establishment. May the path of immortality shine eternal!”

One by one, representatives of the six other clans entered the banquet hall, presenting their lavish gifts in celebration of Wang Qingshan’s breakthrough.

Despite their rivalry with the Wang family, the six clans showed public respect to Wang Qingshan and his clan, making it clear that their allegiance lay with the Wang-led alliance.

Around the banquet, experienced representatives from other sects and families observed the situation closely. It was evident that the Wang-led Seven Clans were preparing to openly challenge the Three Great Families.

The imperial court representatives, meanwhile, maintained a neutral stance, waiting to see the outcome of this power struggle before declaring their support.

“Many thanks, many thanks!” Wang Qingshan said warmly, rising to bow in gratitude. He personally escorted the representatives of the six clans to seats of honor at the banquet’s head table.

“This time, with my breakthrough into Foundation Establishment, I’ve hosted this banquet. I am deeply honored by the presence of so many esteemed peers,” Wang Qingshan said, raising his wine cup as he stood before the crowd. “This toast is to everyone here—may your paths in immortality be eternal, and may you all achieve breakthroughs with ease!”

With that, he tilted his head back and drained his cup of spiritual wine in one gulp.

The gathered guests raised their cups in return, following his lead and finishing their wine.

“This wine…” Yun Yantian murmured, feeling a warm flow spread through his body. To his surprise, it subtly increased the spiritual energy in his dantian.

“Red Mulberry Spiritual Wine,” Li Qing said with a smile. “It’s a specialty of the Yulin Wang family. The Wang family cultivates spiritual mulberry trees, whose fruits are imbued with unique spiritual energy. Using red mulberries as the main ingredient, combined with various spiritual plants and traditional brewing techniques, they produce this Red Mulberry Spiritual Wine.

“This wine nourishes the body and enhances the spiritual energy in a cultivator’s dantian. One cup alone is worth thirty low-grade spirit stones.”

Hearing this, Yun Yunyang and his nephews were inwardly startled, marveling at the depth of the Wang family’s resources. It was no wonder they were the strongest of the seven clans and poised to challenge the Three Great Families for the position of Yue Country’s fourth major family.

“Not only the wine,” Li Qing continued, “but the spiritual fruits on your tables are also products of the Wang family’s years of careful cultivation. Each is a spiritual treasure beneficial to cultivators. Even for ordinary people, consuming them would greatly improve physical health and longevity.

“For this banquet, Senior Wang has spared no expense. His goal is clear: to demonstrate that the Wang family’s current strength and heritage are more than sufficient to claim the title of Yue Country’s fourth family.”

As he spoke, Li Qing picked up a spiritual fruit and took a bite, smiling as he chewed.

Yun Yunyang nodded subtly. He had realized that even the spiritual fruits and delicacies served at this banquet were part of the Wang family’s strategy to make an impression.

“Though the Wang family has invested heavily in hosting this event, if they gain recognition from the gathered cultivation families and the imperial court, securing the position of Yue Country’s fourth major family, their future benefits will far outweigh the costs of this banquet,” Yunyang remarked.

“Exactly,” Li Qing said with a laugh, impressed by Yunyang’s keen insight. Though Yunyang was a mere mortal, his understanding of human nature, alliances, and interests was exceptional.

“That said,” Yunyang added, “the Wang family cannot afford to lose this confrontation. It remains to be seen how they will contend with the Three Great Families during this event.”

“It’s a contest of heritage and strength,” Li Qing explained. “Not only the elder generations but also the younger ones will need to prove their talents and abilities. The future and prosperity of a family depend heavily on the capabilities of its Spirit Root descendants.”

Yunyang nodded thoughtfully. It was evident that the coming clash between the Yulin Wang family and the Three Great Families would involve their most talented young cultivators.

“I’ve heard much about the Wang family’s famed Red Mulberry Spiritual Wine, but after tasting it today, I must say it pales in comparison to my Lu family’s Cloud Peach Spiritual Wine,” Lu Zhengqiang said, setting his cup down with a deliberate air of disdain.

The remark drew the attention of the entire hall. Though no one openly responded, the tension was palpable. It was clear that a confrontation was brewing.

Unsurprisingly, Wang Lijiao, one of the Wang family’s star prodigies, rose from his seat. “Clan Leader Lu, what do you mean by such remarks?”

“Oh, nothing in particular,” Lu Zhengqiang replied with a smirk. “I’m simply pointing out that your Yulin Wang family isn’t yet qualified to claim the title of Yue Country’s fourth major family.

“Your heritage is lacking—far too lacking to stand on equal footing with the Three Great Families.”

Lu’s tone was brazen and condescending, leaving no doubt about his intentions. The purpose of this banquet was clear to everyone present: it was a showdown between the Three Great Families and the Wang-led Seven Clans. Lu Zhengqiang saw no need to mince words. If they were going to suppress the Wang family, they would do so decisively and publicly.

“Master Li,” Lu Zhengqiang said, turning toward the court’s representative. “Do you see anything wrong with my statement?

“Today, you are here as the court’s representative. Why not share the court’s stance with everyone present?”

 

Chapter 116 Youthful Spirit

“Clan Leader Lu, you must be mistaken. I, Li Qing, am here purely as an individual to congratulate Senior Wang, not as a representative of the court,” Li Qing said calmly, taking another sip of the Red Mulberry Spiritual Wine, savoring the way it nourished his body.

“So, the court doesn’t intend to intervene in the conflict between the Three Great Families and the Wang family?” Lu Zhengqiang asked, casting a sidelong glance at Li Qing.

“The court’s stance isn’t something a mere court enforcer like me would know,” Li Qing replied with a faint smile, his response deliberately ambiguous.

In truth, the Emperor had explicitly instructed Li Qing to attend this banquet in a personal capacity, ensuring the court remained neutral. The imperial court had no intention of getting entangled in the rivalry between the Three Great Families and the Seven Clans. They would wait for the banquet’s outcome before deciding whom to support.

“If the Emperor is unwilling to make a decision, then we, the Three Great Families, will make it ourselves,” Lu Zhengqiang declared arrogantly. “The Yulin Wang family has no chance of becoming Yue Country’s fourth major family!”

Lu Zhengqiang knew exactly what the Emperor intended—avoid direct involvement and let the two sides settle it themselves. With that understanding, the Three Great Families would take the lead and impose their will.

Who could defy their combined strength?

“Clan Leader Lu, you’re quite bold. What now? Does Yue Country belong solely to the Chuan Yin Lu family?” Wang Lijiao sneered, his tone sharp and defiant as he stared directly at Lu Zhengqiang without a hint of fear.

Here was a display of youthful fervor, unafraid to challenge authority.

“Impudent child, how dare you speak here?” Lu Zhengqiang roared, unleashing a wave of pressure toward Wang Lijiao.

The overwhelming force weighed down on Wang Lijiao, causing him to stagger momentarily but failing to subdue him. Representing the Yulin Wang family, he stood tall, unwilling to bow before the Chuan Yin Lu clan.

“No wonder you’re so arrogant—you do have some skill,” Lu Zhengqiang said coldly, narrowing his eyes. “But if you think that’s enough to stand against me, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Just as Lu Zhengqiang prepared to amplify his oppressive force, Wang Qingshan, seated at the head of the banquet, waved his sleeve lightly. The pressure dissipated instantly, leaving Lu Zhengqiang momentarily stunned.

The power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was undeniable, and Lu Zhengqiang felt a chill run down his spine.

“Clan Leader Lu, don’t you think it’s unbecoming to quarrel with a junior?” Wang Qingshan said impassively, taking another sip of his wine.

“He spoke out of turn. As a senior, am I not entitled to discipline him?” Lu Zhengqiang retorted coldly. His words carried a clear message: the Wang family was beneath the Three Great Families, and he had every right to “discipline” their juniors.

“Overstepping your bounds, are you?” Wang Qingshan’s gaze locked onto Lu Zheng Qiang, sharp as a blade.

Lu Zhengqiang’s heart skipped a beat, his hairs standing on end as if his very soul had been shaken.

“Senior Wang, please don’t be upset. Brother Lu was indeed too impulsive,” Lin Yiran interjected, rising from her seat and bowing slightly.

Wang Qingshan withdrew his gaze, sparing Lu Zhengqiang further humiliation. “This is the Wang family’s territory and my banquet. Let that be clear.”

The warning was unmistakable. Wang Qingshan was asserting his authority, making it known that any disrespect on his ground would not be tolerated. Should Lu Zhengqiang step out of line again, he would face severe consequences.

“Senior Wang, you are absolutely right,” Lin Yiran said with a conciliatory smile. “We, the Three Great Families, are not here to cause trouble but to celebrate your achievement in reaching Foundation Establishment.”

Wang Qingshan gave no reply, merely sipping his wine, clearly unconvinced by Lin Yiran’s words.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Qingshan spoke. “Whether or not the Yulin Wang family becomes Yue Country’s fourth major family is for the court to decide. Surely it’s not up to the Three Great Families, is it?”

“Of course, the Emperor is the ruler of Yue Country, and the royal court has the final say in such matters. According to the rules, we of the Three Great Families have no authority to make that decision,” Lin Yiran replied smoothly.

“However…”

“However, what?”

“Senior Wang, if the Wang family wishes to ascend to such a position, you’ll need to prove it through strength,” Lin Yiran said, bowing slightly.

“Oh? Are you suggesting you want to test me personally?” Wang Qingshan asked, his tone calm but carrying a subtle edge.

“Not at all! This junior wouldn’t dare challenge Senior Wang, knowing full well I’m no match,” Lin Yiran replied humbly, with a smile that carried a subtle edge.

“However, the younger generation of my Three Great Families has some reservations about the Yulin Wang family. They believe your clan’s younger generation lacks the ability to bear the weight of becoming Yue Country’s fourth major family.

“If, one day, Senior Wang is no longer with us and there is no one among your disciples to shoulder the family’s responsibilities, wouldn’t the title of Yue Country’s fourth family ring hollow?

“Such a situation would invite mockery, wouldn’t it, Senior Wang?” Lin Yiran added with a smile, as if his words were purely out of concern.

“So, if my Yulin Wang family’s younger generation proves themselves, will the Three Great Families then acknowledge us as the fourth major family?” Wang Qingshan’s sharp gaze turned to Lin Yiran.

“Of course,” Lin Yiran replied with confidence.

“Today, with representatives from all the prominent cultivation families of Yue Country present, it’s an excellent opportunity to showcase your younger generation’s abilities.

“If your disciples can impress everyone here, not only will it convince my Three Great Families, but it will also win the approval of the gathered families,” Lin Yiran continued, his tone even.

“Since you’ve made such a request, I will agree,” Wang Qingshan said calmly, with a faint smile.

“If my disciples fail to show exceptional skill today, my Yulin Wang family will naturally forgo the opportunity to ascend to Yue Country’s fourth family.

“But if they do…” Wang Qingshan trailed off, letting the weight of his words hang in the air.

“Rest assured, Senior Wang,” Lin Yiran replied, bowing slightly. “If your disciples can prove their capabilities, the Three Great Families will acknowledge your clan’s strength.

“In addition, we will relinquish all claims to the Yulin Lake cultivation market and withdraw our people from the territories under your control.”

This proposition had been agreed upon by Lin Yiran, Ye Wuwei, and Lu Zhengqiang on their way to the banquet. Neither of the other two clan leaders objected to Lin Yiran’s statement.

“Good. Let’s hear how you intend to conduct this competition,” Wang Qingshan said, his expression softening.

“Your clan may field three disciples, while each of the Three Great Families will send one disciple.

“It will be a one-on-one duel, with three rounds.

“If even one of your disciples can best any of ours, we will concede the competition and recognize your clan’s ability to rise as Yue Country’s fourth major family,” Lin Yiran explained, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The hall buzzed with whispers as representatives of the various cultivation families exchanged glances.

“The Three Great Families are confident indeed,” one whispered.

“Of course. Their disciples are no doubt exceptionally strong. For the Yulin Wang family to compete against them is a daunting challenge,” another added.

“True. The Wang family may be the strongest of the Seven Clans, and Wang Qingshan’s Foundation Establishment is impressive, but in terms of heritage, they still lag behind the Three Great Families. It’s no wonder the Three Great Families are so confident,” someone else remarked.

“Clan Leader Lin, you are truly bold,” Wang Qingshan said with a faint smile, though his eyes gleamed with a cold light.

It was clear Lin Yiran’s words were deliberately dismissive of the Wang family’s younger generation.

But Wang Qingshan didn’t seem overly concerned. If anything, his demeanor suggested he was more than ready to teach Lin Yiran a lesson for underestimating his disciples.

“Senior Wang, you flatter me,” Lin Yiran replied, bowing politely before sitting down.

From Lin Yiran’s side, a tall and broad-shouldered Lin family disciple stepped forward. His long sword rested in his arms, and his sharp eyes scanned the Wang family disciples, a mocking smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Anyone among you can step up. If you can block even a single strike from me, Lin Tiansheng, I’ll admit defeat,” he declared arrogantly.

The hall fell silent. Lin Tiansheng’s audacity and confidence left many speechless.

Among the Wang family disciples, Wang Lijiao and Wang Lijuan exchanged dark looks, their expressions tense.

“Too arrogant!” Wang Lijiao growled, stepping forward.

“Don’t be reckless!” Wang Lijuan quickly grabbed his arm.

“I know,” Wang Lijiao replied, taking a deep breath. Then, with his spiritual sword strapped to his back, he strode into the arena to face Lin Tiansheng.

Clang!

With a slight upward flick of his fingers, Wang Lijiao’s spiritual sword unsheathed itself, gleaming brightly as it fell neatly into his hand.

Leveling the blade toward Lin Tiansheng, Wang Lijiao said coldly, “Wang Lijiao of the Yulin Wang family. Let me see if your swordsmanship lives up to your arrogance.”

 

Chapter 117: The authorities are confused

“Yantian, do you think that Lin family prodigy can truly defeat Wang Li Jiao with a single strike?”

At the banquet, Yun Yan Shuang’s bright eyes fixated on the ongoing duel between Wang Li Jiao and Lintian Sheng, her face full of curiosity.

“Probably,” Yun Yantian replied calmly. “Otherwise, that Lin family disciple wouldn’t boast so brazenly in public.”

“But their cultivation levels seem evenly matched—they’re both at the sixth layer of the Embryo Breath stage. For him to claim victory in a single strike… isn’t that a bit ambitious?”

“Master once said that in battles between cultivators, the level of one’s cultivation isn’t the sole determinant of victory,” Yantian explained, his tone steady. “For Lintian Sheng to make such a bold claim, he must have something to rely on. Let’s watch and see what makes this Lin family disciple so confident.”

“This match could offer us valuable insights for our own cultivation paths.”

The two turned their attention back to the duel, as did the rest of the audience, all eager to see how Lintian Sheng, with seemingly equal cultivation, could possibly make good on his audacious words.

“Go ahead and strike,” Lintian Sheng said with a smug smirk. “No need to hold back. No matter your approach, you won’t touch me in the slightest.”

The taunt made Wang Li Jiao’s expression turn cold. Without a word, his figure flickered, his sword lunging toward Lintian Sheng in a seamless motion.

A sharp glint of sword light, as fluid as moonlit water, streaked directly toward Lintian Sheng’s forehead, its killing intent palpable.

Fast—it was incredibly fast.

Yet, Lintian Sheng evaded it effortlessly, his movements as fluid as a shadow slipping through cracks.

“I’ve heard your Wang family boasts a Huang-grade sword technique, the ‘Jade Forest Sleeve Sword.’ Why not show it to me?” Lintian Sheng said, his tone mocking. “This rudimentary swordsmanship of yours is hardly a threat.”

“Against you, there’s no need for such techniques,” Wang Li Jiao retorted icily.

With a sharp swing of his blade, a wave of sword energy swept across the field, its gust fierce and biting. Yet, it struck nothing but an afterimage.

Even as Wang Li Jiao’s strikes grew fiercer, Lintian Sheng’s elusive movements rendered them futile. Not even the edge of his robe was touched.

“That’s Lin family’s signature movement technique, ‘Spring Rain Silently Falls,’” Li Qing observed from his seat as he sipped a glass of Red Mulberry Spirit Wine. “It’s a Huang-grade fourth-tier art. The user moves as subtly as spring rain nourishing the earth—silent, yet pervasive. Unless one’s cultivation far surpasses the practitioner, even spiritual sense would struggle to lock onto them.”

Yun Yan Shuang and Yun Yantian listened attentively, silently absorbing the insights.

“If Wang Li Jiao can’t match Lintian Sheng in agility, it’ll be near impossible for him to land a blow,” Li Qing continued.

Yan Shuang, her gaze sharp, murmured, “Wang Li Jiao’s energy already seems unstable.”

“You’ve got a keen eye,” Li Qing said approvingly. “Prolonged offense without result naturally leads to imbalance. But Wang Li Jiao isn’t likely to make a reckless mistake—he’s probably feigning vulnerability to lure Lintian Sheng into striking.”

Yun Yantian added gravely, “It’s like a snake lying in wait.”

“A snake?”

“Indeed, Master Li,” Yantian explained. “When I was young, I often accompanied my father into the mountains for hunting. There’s a venomous snake called the ‘Southern Thorn Snake’ that uses its tail as bait, lying perfectly still to lure prey. The moment the prey makes a move, the snake strikes with precision and lethality.”

“Ah, an apt comparison,” Li Qing said with a chuckle. “Wang Li Jiao’s current posture resembles that very strategy. Knowing he cannot match Lintian Sheng in movement, he feigns weakness to bait a response. Once his opponent engages, he’ll likely unleash the Wang family’s Jade Forest Sleeve Sword—a technique renowned for its precision and ferocity.”

“Now the question is,” Li Qing mused, “will Lintian Sheng fall for it?”

In the arena, Wang Li Jiao tightened his grip on his sword. “What’s wrong? Does a Lin family disciple only know how to run? Or are you too afraid to face me head-on?”

“Save your provocations,” Lintian Sheng scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. “Your feigned instability might fool others, but not me. You wish to bait me into attacking, so you can counter with your so-called Jade Forest Sleeve Sword. How predictable.”

“Then why not test it?” Wang Li Jiao shot back, his voice sharp as his blade.

Lintian Sheng smirked. “You think I’ve been evading because I fear you? Don’t be ridiculous. I was merely assessing your limits, observing your skill—or lack thereof. Now, let me show you why I claimed victory with one strike!”

Before Wang Li Jiao could respond, Lintian Sheng vanished, his form dissolving into the faintest blur—Spring Rain Silently Falls in its full glory. His sword shimmered with an almost divine light as it streaked toward Wang Li Jiao like a comet tearing through the heavens.

“You hoped to bait me into striking first, so you could counter with your so-called Jade Forest Sleeve Sword for a decisive blow?” Lintian Sheng sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. “How naive.”

“Say what you will,” Wang Li Jiao shot back, his grip tightening on his sword. “You’re afraid of my family’s swordsmanship, aren’t you?”

“Afraid?” Lintian Sheng chuckled coldly. “You think evasion is fear? I’ve only been testing your skills, curious to see the supposed prowess of the Wang family’s disciples.” He paused, a glint of mockery in his eyes. “Frankly, I’m disappointed.”

In a blur, Lintian Sheng’s figure materialized behind Wang Li Jiao like a phantom. Wang Li Jiao’s heart skipped a beat as he instinctively dodged, leaping away.

“You’re nothing special,” Wang Li Jiao spat, forcing calm into his voice. “Relying solely on your agility to avoid attacks doesn’t make you superior.”

“Is that so?” Lintian Sheng smirked. “Take a closer look at your back—you’ve already lost.”

“Trying to deceive me?” Wang Li Jiao growled, narrowing his eyes. Refusing to turn around, he stood firm, wary of a trap.

“Li Jiao, enough,” came a deep voice from the high table.

“Old Ancestor, I haven’t lost yet!” Wang Li Jiao protested, turning toward Wang Qing Shan.

“You’ve already lost,” Wang Qing Shan said, shaking his head with a sigh.

Lintian Sheng’s earlier strike, brief as it was, carried a chilling sword intent. Such mastery at a young age was a rarity, and Wang Qing Shan knew that if this disciple of the Lin family continued to grow, he would become a grave threat to the Wang family’s future.

“But how—” Wang Li Jiao’s words faltered as searing pain shot across his back.

A long, bloody gash slashed diagonally across his back, tearing through his robe to reveal mangled flesh beneath.

“When—how could this happen?” Wang Li Jiao collapsed to his knees, trembling and pale, his forehead drenched in sweat. His mind raced, trying to recall when the injury had occurred. Could it have been when Lintian Sheng appeared behind him? But he had dodged in time—or so he thought.

“Concede,” Lintian Sheng said curtly, clasping his hands in a brief salute before returning to his seat beside Lin Yi Ran.

A stunned silence swept through the banquet.

“What just happened? How did Wang Li Jiao get injured without a direct clash?”

“It’s sword intent,” Li Qing explained, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of gravity.

“Sword intent?” Yun Yan Shuang’s eyes widened. Her master had spoken of this before—it was the hallmark of a prodigious sword cultivator, a manifestation of pure mastery in the way of the sword.

Unlike mere techniques or spells, sword intent was a transcendent state of the sword path, where one’s will and blade were unified. A cultivator wielding sword intent could strike with devastating precision, even against foes of greater cultivation.

“Master once said sword intent is extraordinarily difficult to comprehend,” Yun Yan Shuang murmured, her gaze locked on Lintian Sheng. “It depends entirely on one’s talent and enlightenment. That Lintian Sheng… he’s remarkable.”

“Exactly,” Li Qing said with a nod. “No wonder he boasted that no one could take a single strike from him. A swordsman who has mastered sword intent is leagues above ordinary cultivators. Wang Li Jiao’s defeat is no disgrace.”

Li Qing took another sip of his wine, his expression contemplative. “The foundations of the Three Great Families are indeed terrifying. If the imperial court ever loses its reigning immortal… I fear the royal family may no longer have the means to restrain them.”

On the battlefield, Wang Li Jiao knelt in stunned silence, his face ashen.

“I lost… I actually lost,” he muttered, his voice hollow.

Not only had he failed to land even the slightest blow, but he had also been felled by a single strike from an opponent wielding a power he had long pursued but never grasped—sword intent.

The bitter realization overwhelmed him, and his spirit crumbled.

A violent cough wracked his body, blood spurting from his lips. His vision dimmed, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

 

Chapter 118 Defeated by a Sword

“Brother Jiao!”

Outside the arena, many disciples of the Wang clan watched as Wang Lijiao collapsed on the spot, overcome with rage and humiliation. They quickly rushed forward, concern etched on their faces.

“Take him away and tend to his injuries. Make sure to guide him well,” commanded Wang Qingshan, seated calmly at the head of the assembly. His gaze was steady, yet there was a hint of worry beneath his composed exterior. “Lijiao has always been proud of nature. After suffering such a crushing defeat at the hands of Lin Tiansheng, if his heart knot isn’t untangled soon, it could hinder his future cultivation path.”

A Wang clan elder nearby nodded respectfully. “Yes, sir.”

In a swift motion, the elder disappeared from sight, carrying the unconscious Wang Lijiao away from the scene.

“Senior Wang, my apologies,” Lin Yiran offered with a polite bow toward Wang Qingshan, wearing a facade of genuine regret. “My nephew’s strikes were a little too harsh. I sincerely hope your disciple isn’t seriously harmed.”

“In a contest of skill, injuries are inevitable,” Wang Qingshan replied with a magnanimous wave of his hand. “If anything, I should be grateful to young Tiansheng for showing restraint earlier. Otherwise, Lijiao’s injuries could’ve been far worse.”

“Senior Wang, your generosity of spirit commands my deepest respect,” Lin Yiran responded with a courteous smile.

“The first round belongs to your side,” Wang Qingshan said with a calm nod. “Now, for the second round—among the three clans, which disciple will step forward next?”

A refined young man, seated beside the ever-lazy Ye Wuwei, slowly rose to his feet. Bowing with polite composure, he spoke with a soft smile, “Junior Ye Xiaolin of the Ye family is willing to test his skills against your noble disciples.”

He appeared to be around twenty, with sharp sword-like brows and clear, bright eyes. Dressed in simple azure robes, there was an air of scholarly elegance about him. Yet no one in the arena dared to underestimate him.

Ye Xiaolin was considered one of the top three cultivators among the younger generation of the Ye family. Rumor had it that his cultivation had already reached the Eighth Stage of the Embryonic Breath Realm—a level that surpassed even many of the older generation within his clan.

“Ye Xiaolin’s cultivation is already at the Eighth Stage… No one among us has reached that level,” a Wang disciple muttered, brows furrowed in frustration.

“That’s true,” another whispered. “Even Wang Liyuan, the strongest among our younger generation, has only reached the peak of the Sixth Stage. Even if he stepped up, it would be impossible to win against Ye Xiaolin!”

The young disciples of the Yulin Wang Clan shared tense glances, the weight of inevitable defeat pressing heavily on their minds. They all knew how powerful Ye Xiaolin was. No matter who among them took the field, none could surpass his cultivation.

And yet, to shy away from the challenge in front of everyone would be an unbearable humiliation for the Wang clan.

Sensing their hesitation, Ye Xiaolin’s voice echoed with calm assurance. “Rest easy, everyone. No matter who among you chooses to fight, I will suppress my cultivation to match theirs. If, during the battle, I release my true strength, I will concede defeat immediately.”

At that moment, a young woman in a crimson dress stepped forward, her expression calm but determined.

“I, Wang Lizhu, am willing to face you,” she declared.

Wang Lizhu was twenty years old, her features not particularly stunning, but her face radiated a certain heroic spirit. Though her innate talent was lacking, with her cultivation only at the Fifth Stage of the Embryonic Breath Realm, far below the likes of Wang Liyuan and Wang Lijiao, she was determined to fight for the honor of her clan.

“Miss Lizhu, please,” Ye Xiaolin replied with a gentle smile before gracefully stepping into the arena.

Without wasting time, Wang Lizhu stomped the ground, and a long spear, shimmering with spiritual energy, shot into the sky. With a swift leap, she caught the weapon mid-air and, without hesitation, thrust the spear straight at Ye Xiaolin’s brow.

Her attack was smooth, fluid, and unhesitating. The pressure emanating from the spear was overwhelming, a display of sheer willpower and martial prowess.

Ye Xiaolin, hands clasped behind his back, remained serene. With a subtle circulation of his spiritual energy, an invisible barrier of force enveloped his body—an aura of protective qi that effortlessly deflected her full-powered strike.

“The Canglan Ye Clan practices a cultivation technique known as the Primordial Mysterious Scripture,” a voice murmured from the audience. “Legend has it that their ancestors acquired the remnants of this method from an ancient immortal sect’s ruins. Though incomplete, the technique is incredibly domineering.”

“Indeed,” another elder added. “This scripture allows rapid advancement in cultivation, and the spiritual power it refines is far denser than that of others at the same level. When projected outward, it forms an exceptionally strong defensive barrier. Breaking through it—especially for someone of equal or lower cultivation—would be near impossible.”

“But because the technique is incomplete,” the elder’s voice dropped, “anyone who practices it loses the ability to produce offspring. The Ye clan has been trying for generations to perfect it, but to no avail.”

“Judging by Ye Xiaolin’s aura,” someone concluded, “he’s clearly mastered that very same scripture.”

Li Qing watched the battle unfold from the sidelines, his gaze fixed on Wang Lizhu as she wielded her spiritual spear with relentless determination. No matter how fierce her assaults were, she couldn’t break through the layer of protective aura surrounding Ye Xiaolin. His defense remained utterly impenetrable.

“She can’t break his defense even at the same cultivation level,” Li Qing murmured softly, shaking his head.

Beside him, Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian exchanged uneasy glances. Their growing respect for the abilities of the three great families deepened with each passing moment.

“At this rate, the Wang clan will lose again,” Yun Yantian muttered grimly. “If they lose two consecutive matches, there’s no chance they’ll recover from this.”

It seemed increasingly clear that the Wang family’s ambition to stand on equal footing with the Three Great Clans was, perhaps, nothing more than an overreach. These three families were like towering mountains—impossible to climb, at least for now.

As expected, Wang Lizhu’s spiritual energy rapidly depleted after failing to break Ye Xiaolin’s defense. Just as she attempted to retreat for a moment’s reprieve and to recover her strength, Ye Xiaolin suddenly made his move.

With a single palm strike, infused with the overwhelming spiritual force of the Primordial Mysterious Scripture, his attack slammed into Wang Lizhu’s chest with a deafening impact.

Pfft—!

A spray of blood burst from Wang Lizhu’s lips as her body was sent hurtling backward like a broken arrow.

From the crowd, Wang Liyuan leaped forward, catching his cousin mid-air before she hit the ground.

“Thank you for the match,” Ye Xiaolin offered with a polite bow before calmly returning to his seat beside Ye Wuwei, resuming his leisurely sipping of red mulberry spirit wine.

“I’m sorry… I couldn’t defeat him,” Wang Lizhu whispered weakly, her face pale as she rested in Wang Liyuan’s arms. A trail of blood lingered at the corner of her lips, but her eyes remained locked on Ye Xiaolin, burning with unyielding defiance.

“There’s no need to blame yourself, Sister,” Wang Liyuan consoled her gently. “You’ve done all you could. Ye Xiaolin’s cultivation technique is inherently dominant—almost no one within the same realm can match his overwhelming power.”

His words were meant to comfort her, to ease the burden of defeat and keep her heart clear of doubts that might obstruct her cultivation path.

“We’ve lost two matches in a row,” Wang Lizhu murmured, her voice tinged with frustration. “If we lose the third, the family’s grand plan will crumble. Once again, we’ll be forced to bow beneath the weight of the three great families.”

“Rest easy. I’ll handle the third match,” Wang Liyuan promised, carefully handing her over to the other Wang clan disciples.

With measured steps, he approached the arena, his eyes now fixed on a figure from the Chuan Yin Lu Clan. His tone was steady but firm. “It’s your turn. For the third match, I, Wang Liyuan, will test the strength of your clan’s spiritual prodigy.”

“So it’s finally Wang Liyuan’s turn, huh?” someone in the crowd whispered.

“I heard he’s the strongest talent of the Yulin Wang Clan. If anyone can secure a victory, it’s him.”

“Don’t be too sure,” another voice countered. “The Lu clan’s prodigy is Lu Shanglin. He’s about the same age as Wang Liyuan, but his talent is equally exceptional. Plus, the Lu clan’s foundations run deeper than the Wang clan’s. His techniques and cultivation arts will likely surpass Wang Liyuan’s.”

“Exactly. The three great clans are simply too powerful. Even if Wang Qingshan himself has broken through to the Foundation Establishment Realm, trying to elevate the Yulin Wang Clan to become the fourth great family of Yue Nation might still be too ambitious.”

All eyes turned toward the arena, where hope for the Wang family’s future now rested solely on Wang Liyuan’s shoulders. Two consecutive defeats had already dimmed their prospects. If they lost this final match, their aspirations of joining the ranks of the great families would be crushed entirely.

“You’re quite brave,” Lu Shanglin said as he stepped into the arena with an easy, mocking grin. In his hand, he wielded a short black-golden staff—a Grade 3 Yellow-Tier Spiritual Artifact—engraved with intricate runes that shimmered under the light. “Your brother and cousin were both defeated, yet here you are, eager to follow their path.”

“I have to try,” Wang Liyuan replied calmly, his expression unflinching.

“Still dreaming of elevating your Wang clan to Yue Nation’s fourth great family? Spare yourself the humiliation—it’s impossible,” Lu Shanglin sneered.

“Whether it’s possible or not,” Wang Liyuan said, his voice low and steady, “we’ll know after this battle.”

With a flick of his wrist, a three-foot-long azure spirit sword appeared in his hand, shimmering with sharp, lethal energy.

“Since you’re so eager to court defeat, I’ll grant you your wish,” Lu Shanglin scoffed, gripping his staff tightly as he launched the first attack.

However, before Lu Shanglin could even fully move—

Slash!

Wang Liyuan’s sword swept downward, unleashing a wave of pale blue sword energy that stretched for several meters. The aura of the strike was chillingly precise, carrying an overwhelming killing intent.

The sword energy tore through the air like a blade of divine judgment. Lu Shanglin’s staff, raised to block the incoming strike, was instantly severed in half by the sheer force of the attack.

The remnant energy struck Lu Shanglin squarely in the chest, sending him hurtling backward with devastating impact.

“That… that’s—!”

“Sword Intent!”

“Wang Liyuan has grasped the Sword Intent!”

The arena fell silent for a heartbeat, and then gasps rippled through the crowd like a wave. Sword Intent—an advanced mastery of swordsmanship that transcended mere technique—was something few cultivators achieved, even among the strongest of the younger generation.

At that moment, everyone watching understood: Wang Liyuan was far from finished. The Wang clan’s hopes still burned brightly in this final battle.

 

Chapter 119: Forcing People to Do What They Want

“It’s truly… marvelous! Marvelous! Who would have thought that by attending Senior Wang’s banquet, we’d witness not one but two younger generation cultivators comprehending sword intent. The newer waves truly push forward, leaving us old folks trembling in awe.”

At the banquet, Li Qing couldn’t help but marvel as Wang Liyuan revealed his mastery of sword intent, effortlessly defeating Lu Shanglin with a single strike despite the latter’s higher cultivation level.

“So, sword intent is that powerful? To take down a cultivator of a higher realm with such ease…” murmured Yun Yanshuang. Her bright eyes lingered on Wang Liyuan in the arena, recalling Lin Tiansheng’s earlier display of sword intent.

She couldn’t help but feel her heart stir with yearning. When will I also comprehend sword intent?

“Concede!” Wang Liyuan flicked his wrist, sending the glowing sword back into his storage ring. He turned, cupping his hands slightly toward the defeated Lu Shanglin, and walked away without hesitation.

Lu Shanglin, now slumped on the ground, his face pale and drenched in sweat, glared with bloodshot eyes at Wang Liyuan’s retreating figure. His heart seethed with rage and humiliation.

The Canglan Ye Clan and the Wangyue Lin Clan had both claimed victories over the Wang family’s disciples, yet he, representing the Chuanyin Lu Clan, had been utterly defeated by one of the Wang family’s talents.

The disgrace wasn’t just personal—it was a stain on the reputation of his entire family. His failure gnawed at him, but his injuries left him paralyzed, unable to rise and challenge again.

“Lin’er!” Lu Zhengqiang, his father, rushed over, his expression alarmed as he knelt to cradle his son.

“Father… I’ve failed. I’ve brought shame upon our family,” Lu Shanglin choked out, his voice laced with bitterness and regret.

“Say no more. Here, take this healing pill.”

Lu Zhengqiang retrieved a pill, guiding it to his son’s mouth before handing him over to other family members for care.

Yet, the seething fury in Lu Zhengqiang’s eyes did not diminish. He stood, his gaze sharp as a blade, locking onto Wang Qingshan at the head of the banquet.

“Senior Wang, your disciple’s strikes were unnecessarily brutal. Isn’t this a bit too much?” His voice was laced with accusation.

Wang Qingshan remained composed, sipping his wine with a faint smile. “Lu Clan Leader, if you’re displeased, this old man is more than willing to extend apologies on behalf of my younger generation.”

“No need for apologies.” Lu Zhengqiang’s tone grew cold. “Just cripple Wang Liyuan, and I’ll let this matter rest.”

“Lu Clan Leader, don’t you think such a demand is unreasonable?”

“Unreasonable? Your disciple injuring my son is what’s truly unreasonable! Has your Wang family forgotten its place?” Lu Zhengqiang’s face darkened, his words sharp and confrontational.

“This feud can only end with his death,” he spat, locking eyes on Wang Liyuan as the latter was leaving the arena.

With a murderous glint in his eyes, Lu Zhengqiang vanished, reappearing behind Wang Liyuan with a lethal strike ready to land.

“Lu Zhengqiang!” Wang Qingshan’s thunderous voice erupted from the head of the table.

The next instant, an overwhelming wave of pressure descended like a tempest. It bore down on Lu Zhengqiang, forcing him to the ground with an earth-shaking impact.

A deafening boom echoed as the courtyard stone tiles beneath Lu Zhengqiang cracked, then shattered, creating a massive crater.

Trapped under Wang Qingshan’s spiritual pressure, Lu Zhengqiang coughed up blood, his bones audibly cracking as the force crushed him further into the ground.

“Patriarch!” cried several Lu Clan cultivators from their seats, rising in alarm.

Before they could move, Wang family guards, stationed in hidden vigilance, emerged in a flash. Weapons drawn, they surrounded the banquet with icy gazes, silently promising retaliation if anyone made a move.

Tension gripped the courtyard. The air grew so oppressive it felt ready to ignite at the slightest spark.

In that moment, no one dared act rashly. Wang Qingshan’s strength as a recently ascended Foundation Establishment cultivator loomed too large. For now, all they could do was wait to see how this volatile confrontation would unfold.

The tension in the banquet reached its peak as representatives from the various cultivation clans began withdrawing to a safe distance, not wanting to risk being caught in the brewing storm.

“This is the ancestral ground of my Wang Clan, not the territory of your Chuanyin Lu Clan! Do you think I, Wang Qingshan, will allow you to act recklessly under my watch?” Wang Qingshan’s voice thundered as his suppressive aura continued to bear down on the immobilized Lu Zhengqiang, his fury barely contained.

For Wang Qingshan, Wang Liyuan was not merely a promising disciple but the beacon of hope for the Wang Clan’s future. His remarkable potential, now solidified with his mastery of sword intent, meant that his prospects would likely surpass even Wang Qingshan’s. How could he tolerate any harm befalling Wang Liyuan?

“Senior Wang, please quell your anger. Lu Clan Leader acted out of paternal instinct, clouded by emotion. I implore you to extend mercy this once,” Li Qing, the Imperial Court’s cultivation envoy, stepped forward, bowing respectfully.

As a representative of the court, Li Qing sought to de-escalate the situation. A violent clash between the two clans would not only leave devastation in its wake but also further strain the already delicate power dynamics of the region—an outcome the court was desperate to avoid.

“Senior Wang, for the sake of my Wangyue Lin Clan, I ask that you let this matter rest. On behalf of the Lu Clan, I extend my apologies,” Lin Yiran, the patriarch of the Lin Clan, also interceded. His clan’s marital ties to the Lu Clan left him with no choice but to mediate.

Then came a voice, lazy yet laced with malice. “Senior Wang, if I may remind you, the Lu Clan’s ancestor is currently in Yulin County. Should you act rashly and take Lu Zhengqiang’s life, a confrontation with the Lu Clan’s patriarch is inevitable,” Ye Wuwei, the seemingly indifferent patriarch of the Canglan Ye Clan, remarked.

Though phrased as advice, his words carried a veiled threat, coupled with a touch of provocation. Ye Wuwei sought to bait Wang Qingshan into striking, knowing it would ignite a deadly feud between the Wang and Lu Clans—a conflict from which the Ye Clan could only benefit.

“Hmph!” Wang Qingshan’s cold gaze swept over the gathered patriarchs before he retracted his oppressive aura. “For the sake of Li Qing and Lin Yiran, I’ll spare you this time, Lu Zhengqiang. But do not think that the Wang Clan will tolerate such insolence again.”

He calculated the risks. While he had made his point, pushing further might jeopardize the Wang Clan’s position. With the banquet’s purpose—to demonstrate the clan’s strength—already achieved, there was no need to risk open war. The impending imperial decree recognizing the Wang Clan as the fourth great family of Yue Kingdom would solidify their rise. Once they secured control of the Yulin Lake cultivation market and expanded their influence over a decade, surpassing the Lu Clan would be inevitable.

“Wang Qingshan,” Lu Zhengqiang rasped as he struggled to his feet, his voice trembling with fury. “Today’s humiliation will not go unanswered. There will come a day when your Wang Clan and my Lu Clan meet on the battlefield!”

“Lu Zhengqiang, enough!” Lin Yiran stepped in quickly, placing himself between the two. His sharp glare silenced the seething Lu patriarch. Bowing deeply to Wang Qingshan, Lin Yiran said, “Senior Wang, given the circumstances, my Lin Clan must take its leave. Rest assured, the promises made before the competition will be honored.”

Without further delay, Lin Yiran turned and escorted the fuming Lu Zhengqiang away from the banquet.

Seeing the others withdraw, Ye Wuwei rose leisurely. “Well, since things have taken such a turn, it seems it’s time for me to depart as well.” He offered a half-hearted bow and left with his disciples.

With the three great clans gone, the banquet’s tense atmosphere eased slightly. Wang Qingshan turned to his remaining guests, his expression softening into a cordial smile. “Apologies, my friends, for allowing those fools to disrupt our gathering. Come, let us not dwell on this unpleasantness. Eat and drink to your heart’s content. Tonight, we celebrate without reserve!”

The representatives of the other cultivation clans exchanged hesitant glances before cautiously returning to their seats, unsure whether the host’s good spirits could be trusted.

As the merriment resumed, Wang Qingshan turned his attention to Li Qing. “Master Li, upon your return, the court…”

“Senior Wang, rest assured that I will report everything to His Majesty. The court will deliberate on this matter,” Li Qing responded with a polite smile. However, his tone carried a hint of unease. “That said, I must warn you—the three great clans will likely put immense pressure on the court. The situation may not resolve as swiftly as you hope.”

“Let them. The Wang Clan will stand firmly behind the court in this matter.”

“And so will we,” added representatives of the six allied clans in unison.

“Ha! If the court can rely on the combined strength of the seven clans, then this matter should find resolution,” Li Qing replied with a laugh, though the weight of the task ahead was evident in his eyes.

Inwardly, he lamented the court’s weakening influence. The three great clans had already grown too powerful for the monarchy to suppress outright. Even with the Wang Clan’s recent victories, Li Qing suspected that the court would choose to stall, avoiding any definitive decrees that might provoke further conflict.

This will likely end up on my shoulders again—mediating between forces far beyond my control. Damn it, just thinking about it gives me a headache!

 

Chapter 120 Refusal

As the banquet concluded, Yun Yunyang and his entourage, along with Li Qing, departed from the Wang Clan’s ancestral grounds.

“Brother Yantian, Sister Yan Shuang, my patriarch has instructed me to present you both with some of our finest Red Mulberry Spirit Wine. I hope you will accept it as a token of our appreciation,” Wang Liyuan said as he hurried forward, holding two exquisitely sealed wine flasks.

“Such a rare and valuable gift—my sister and I dare not accept it so lightly,” Yun Yantian quickly replied, trying to refuse the offer.

“Please, don’t be modest. This is but a small gesture of goodwill from my family,” Wang Liyuan said with a warm smile. “Moreover, the patriarch knows your master is a connoisseur of fine wines. He has specifically prepared a portion for your master as well. I trust you will deliver it on behalf of the Wang Clan, as a sign of our respect for your esteemed teacher.”

At this, Wang Liyuan produced several more flasks, extending them toward Yun Yantian.

“This…” Yun Yantian and Yun Yan Shuang exchanged uneasy glances, unsure if they should accept such generosity.

“Since it is a kind gesture from the esteemed Wang patriarch, you should accept it,” Yun Yunyang advised with a smile.

“Thank you, Brother Liyuan. We will gratefully accept these and convey our gratitude to your patriarch,” Yun Yantian said with a polite bow.

“Haha! There is no need for such formality,” Wang Liyuan laughed. “I have pressing duties within the clan, so I must take my leave here. Master Li, Uncle Yunyang, Brother Yantian, Sister Yan Shuang—until we meet again.”

With those parting words, Wang Liyuan disappeared into the distance with a graceful flash of light.

From afar, Sun Fengli watched the exchange, his eyes filled with both jealousy and admiration. He had seen Wang Liyuan personally deliver the precious wine to the Yun siblings and couldn’t help but feel envious.

“I simply cannot understand why the Wang Clan holds the Yun Cang Yun Clan in such high regard,” he muttered, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“The Yun Clan seems to possess a unique celestial fortune,” Sun Tianming said with a sigh.

Though his family, the Lanlin Sun Clan, was connected to the Yun Clan through marriage, Sun Tianming knew well that the Yun Clan’s rise was supported by a mysterious benefactor. This individual had long remained hidden but was evidently powerful enough to earn the Wang Clan’s respect and restraint.

Just recently, when the Wang Clan had attempted to forcibly marry Yun Yan Shuang, it was said that this enigmatic benefactor had intervened, forcing the Wang Clan to retreat.

Such celestial fortune was rare and enviable, and Sun Tianming couldn’t help but wonder what fate awaited his own family.

“Grandfather,” Sun Fengli asked hesitantly, “will our Sun Clan ever have such fortune?”

“Who can say?” Sun Tianming replied with a bitter chuckle. “Perhaps one day, one of our descendants will encounter a great destiny. Or perhaps not—it all depends on the heavens.”

He cast his thoughts back to the day’s events, his heart heavy with a mix of admiration and frustration. The banquet had laid bare the immense gap between the Lanlin Sun Clan and the great families, particularly the Three Great Clans and the Seven Families.

“To reach their level,” he murmured, “will require generations of relentless effort—perhaps decades, even centuries.”

Beside him, Sun Fenglin nodded silently, his mind replaying the duel between the Wang and Lin Clan disciples. The sheer power and skill displayed by those youths left an indelible impression on him.

Compared to them, he, the so-called strongest prodigy of the Lanlin Sun Clan, felt utterly insignificant. The weight of responsibility to lead his family to prominence settled heavily on his shoulders.

On the path down the mountain, Yun Yan Shuang walked alongside Yun Yantian, her gaze distant and thoughtful.

“Shuang’er, what’s on your mind?” Yun Yantian asked with a smile, noticing her pensive expression.

“I was thinking about the duels earlier,” she replied, her tone serious. “Those young elites were incredibly strong.”

Yun Yantian nodded. “Indeed. Lin Tiansheng and Wang Liyuan, in particular, stood out. They’re about our age, yet their cultivation is far ahead. Both have even comprehended sword intent—a feat that promises extraordinary futures.”

“One day,” Yun Yan Shuang said, her voice firm, “our family may have to face opponents like them. As our clan grows stronger, we’ll inevitably clash with such formidable rivals.”

“Exactly. Not just us, but Wenxuan, Wenyu, and Wenrun will also need to rise to the challenge. The future demands much from us,” Yun Yantian replied.

“I’ll do everything I can,” Yun Yan Shuang said, her eyes filled with resolve. “Today’s duels have only strengthened my determination to cultivate. One day, I too will grasp the sword intent and become strong enough to protect our family.”

As the banquet concluded, Yun Yunyang and his party began their descent from the Wang Clan’s ancestral grounds, accompanied by Li Qing.

“I’ll need to return to the capital to report today’s events,” Li Qing remarked, his tone thoughtful. “It will be interesting to see how His Majesty handles this situation.”

“It won’t be an easy decision for His Majesty, will it?” Yun Yunyang replied knowingly.

“Indeed not. The court is stuck between a rock and a hard place. Favoring either the Three Great Clans or the Seven Families will invite criticism from the other.

His Majesty is likely to stall for time, trying to maintain a balance while avoiding offending either side.”

“But the Wang Clan won’t tolerate endless delays,” Yun Yunyang observed. “They’ll push for a resolution, especially after today’s events. It seems the burden will fall on you again, Immortal Li.”

“You have a way of getting straight to the heart of things,” Li Qing said with a chuckle. “You’re absolutely right. Balancing these powers is a delicate task, and if anyone’s going to be stuck mediating, it’s me.”

The two men shared a laugh, despite the heavy topic.

“Let’s hope the tension remains manageable and doesn’t escalate into something more destructive,” Yun Yunyang said, his voice sobering.

“I hope so too,” Li Qing agreed. “Well, my friend, I’ll take my leave now.”

“Safe travels,” Yun Yunyang said, bowing in farewell as Li Qing transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

At the base of the mountain, Yun Yunlin approached, his face alight with excitement as he hurried to greet Yun Yunyang with a group of clansmen in tow.

“Brother Yunyang, such wonderful news from the clan!” Yun Yunlin exclaimed, practically bursting with joy.

“What news has you so elated?” Yun Yunyang asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Yan Song’s wife has given birth to twins!” Yun Yunlin said, his voice almost trembling with excitement. “And both are linggen children! The eldest, a boy, has a Grade Three spiritual root, and the youngest, a girl, has a Grade Four spiritual root.”

“Haha! Excellent! Truly excellent!” Yun Yunyang laughed heartily, his face glowing with pride. “The heavens truly favor our Yun Clan! This is a blessing beyond measure.”

With the addition of these two linggen children, the Yun Clan now had seven in total—a sign of growing strength and prosperity.

“Prepare the carriages immediately,” Yun Yunyang ordered. “We must return to the clan and celebrate this joyous occasion.”

“Understood,” Yun Yunlin replied. “I’ll see to it at once.”

As they made their way to the carriages, Sun Tianming approached, curious about the lively scene.

“Brother Yunyang, what’s the cause of such celebration?” Sun Tianming asked.

“Brother Tianming, you’ve come at just the right time!” Yun Yunyang exclaimed. “My nephew Yan Song’s wife has given birth to twins—a boy and a girl—both with linggen. We’re heading back to the clan to celebrate. You must join us!”

“Such wonderful news!” Sun Tianming said with genuine delight. “Of course, I’ll accompany you. It’s been too long since I’ve visited your esteemed clan.”

“Yantian, fetch a flask of Red Mulberry Spirit Wine for your Uncle Tianming,” Yun Yunyang said with a smile.

“Brother Yunyang, this is too generous,” Sun Tianming protested.

“Nonsense,” Yun Yunyang insisted. “Fengyu has brought great fortune to our clan, gifting us two linggen children. This wine is a token of our gratitude. Besides, your Fenglin and Fengxuan could use its benefits to strengthen their cultivation.”

“Then I’ll gratefully accept,” Sun Tianming said with a laugh.

As the group prepared for their journey back to the Yun Clan, the mood was jubilant. Spirits were high, buoyed by the news of the twins and the promise of a brighter future for their growing family.