Chapter 121 Do Your Best

“The Wang family gave the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan several jars of Crimson Mulberry Spirit Wine, yet the Yun Clan only gifted the Sun family one jar.”

Inside the carriage, Sun Fengli voiced his dissatisfaction openly.

“Silence.”

Sun Tianming’s voice was cold, his rebuke sharp.

Seeing this, Sun Fengli quickly lowered his head, fear evident, and dared not speak further.

“This single jar alone is a celestial fortune. Were it not for our familial ties, the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan would have had no obligation to bestow even one jar upon the Sun family. One must not be too greedy!”

“I had thought that in the past five years, your conduct would have seen some improvement. To my disappointment, it seems I was mistaken!”

“Grandfather, please don’t be angry. Your grandson admits his fault.”

“Let us hope that your admission is sincere and not mere lip service. You must remember, always and without fail, that only through self-strengthening can one earn the respect of others.

Our Sun family is weak now, so we must remain humble, act cautiously, and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Have you learned nothing from the disaster at Cloudrise Mountain five years ago?”

Sun Tianming fixed his gaze on his grandson, his expression stern and unyielding.

The Yun Warehouse Yun Clan was deeply entwined with celestial opportunities, and their bond with the Sun family, through marriage, was a treasure not to be squandered.

He understood clearly that if the Sun family were to thrive, the Yun Clan was their sole benefactor.

Over the past five years, their family had reaped substantial profits and amassed valuable cultivation resources by assisting the Yun Clan in mining obsidian veins.

“I will remember Grandfather’s words,” Sun Fengli replied with deference, his tone earnest.

Seeing this, Sun Tianming refrained from speaking further.

He had said all that needed saying. Whether Sun Fengli had truly internalized his lesson or was simply putting on a facade remained to be seen.

Should he fail to learn, and calamity eventually befell him, it would be his own doing.

Meanwhile, at Yun Warehouse Mountain, Yun Manor.

After three days and nights of hard travel, Yun Yunyang finally returned to the clan with his entourage. He headed straight for Yun Yansong’s residence.

“Elder Brother.”

In the courtyard, Yun Yansong was happily doting on his newborn twins. When he saw Yun Yunyang approaching from afar, he quickly greeted him with a smile.

“These are my newly born grandchildren?”

Yun Yunyang’s face lit up as he gazed at the infants in Yun Yansong’s arms, his weathered features brimming with affection.

“Yes,” Yun Yansong responded with a warm smile.

“And Fengyu? How is her health?”

“She’s doing well. The clan has provided plenty of supplements to aid her recovery.”

“Fengyu has done a great service for our Yun family this time. You must treat her well in the future. If I find out you’ve mistreated her, you can be sure I won’t go easy on you!”

“Haha! Elder Brother, you jest. Fengyu is my wife—I’ll naturally treat her with care.”

“Have your in-laws come to visit her yet?”

“Yes, they came by and left for the Blue Scale Sun Clan yesterday.”

“And your father?”

“He’s busy tending the spirit fields in the back mountains.”

“And Yanbai? Hasn’t that rascal’s wedding day come close?”

“Haha! Next month, he’s getting married. I’ve even heard Qin Yue is already with child.”

“That troublemaker! Even as a child, he was more mischievous than you, always causing a ruckus… and now he’s managed to get the girl pregnant before the wedding!” Yun Yunyang chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh, by the way, your grandfather and elder brother-in-law have also arrived.”

Remembering this, Yun Yunyang quickly moved to welcome Sun Tianming and his party.

“Brother Yansong, what names have you chosen for my niece and nephew?” Yun Yanshuang asked.

“Wenlong and Wenfeng,” Yun Yansong replied, smiling. “Their names were chosen by Master Yu. May these children live under the blessings of prosperity, like a harmonious dragon and phoenix, safe throughout their lives.”

“Let me hold them!”

“Of course.”

Yun Yansong nodded, passing his son Wenlong to Yun Yanshuang and his daughter Wenfeng to Yun Yantian.

“Yanshuang, Brother Yantian, please keep an eye on the children for me. I’ll go greet my grandfather and the others.”

“Go ahead,” Yun Yantian replied with a smile, cradling the slumbering Wenfeng in his arms, his face full of doting affection.

“Nephew, I greet Grandfather!”

As Yun Yansong stepped out of his house, he was immediately met by Sun Tianming, walking side by side with Yun Yunyang. Bowing respectfully, Yun Yansong greeted him.

“Haha! No need for such formalities. Take me inside—I want to see how the children and Fengyu are doing,” Sun Tianming said with a hearty laugh, stepping forward to help Yun Yansong up.

“Brother Fenglin, Brother Fengxuan, Brother Fengli, please, come in,” Yun Yansong added quickly, beckoning the three Sun brothers to follow as he led them into his home.

Once inside the courtyard, Sun Tianming and his group took a moment to check on their grandson and granddaughter before entering the house to see Sun Fengyu.

The visit of her maternal family brought Sun Fengyu immense joy. She spent a long time chatting with her grandfather and three older brothers about family matters, the warm atmosphere filling the room.

By noon, under Yun Yansong’s careful arrangements, the guests enjoyed a lavish lunch before bidding farewell and departing.

Elsewhere in the Yun Clan compound, at the medical pavilion, Yun Yunsun was hard at work. Upon hearing of his elder brother’s return, he hurried over to find him.

“Brother Yunyang!”

In the courtyard, Yun Yunyang was holding little Wenlong in his arms when he spotted Yun Yunsun approaching. He greeted his younger brother warmly, “Yunsun, have you eaten?”

“Yes, I’ve already eaten,” Yun Yunsun replied with a smile.

“Come, have a seat.”

Yun Yunyang gestured for him to sit, while Yun Yansong poured a cup of tea for their uncle.

“This time, I’ve come to share some good news,” Yun Yunsun began.

“Oh? What good news?” Yun Yunyang asked curiously.

“A few days ago, Yansong and Yanshui led a group into the mountains, hoping to locate a new spiritual ore vein. Instead, they stumbled upon a Purple Jade Bamboo plant.”

As he spoke, Yun Yunsun took out a small sack and opened it slightly, revealing the faintly fragrant purple rice harvested from the plant.

He went on to explain his plan: to cultivate the Purple Jade Bamboo in large quantities and attempt to transplant it into the clan’s spirit fields in the back mountains, ensuring a stable and sustainable harvest of the precious purple rice.

“Purple Jade Bamboo rice can be used to brew spirit wine, which fetches an extremely high price. Moreover, the bamboo itself is a valuable spiritual material—its branches can be used for crafting tools and creating talisman paper and pens.”

“It can be used for crafting?” Yun Yanshuang’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Yes, it could help reduce some of our expenses on purchasing spiritual ores,” Yun Yunsun confirmed.

“I’ve been learning the art of talismans under my master,” Yun Yantian added eagerly. “The lack of talisman paper and pens for practice has been a significant challenge. If we can produce them ourselves, it would save us a great deal of cost and allow me to focus on my studies.”

“Haha! Yanshui and Yansong have truly accomplished something remarkable this time!” Yun Yunyang exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

“But does the clan possess the knowledge to cultivate Purple Jade Bamboo?” he asked, his tone turning serious as his gaze fell on Yun Yantian.

As the primary caretaker of the spiritual fields in the back mountains, much of the management of the clan’s spiritual crops fell to Yun Yantian.

“Uncle, we do have the knowledge,” Yun Yantian assured him.

“Good. Then you’ll take your Uncle Yunsun into the mountains later to see if that Purple Jade Bamboo plant can be successfully transplanted into the clan’s spirit fields. Make sure it’s well cared for. This bamboo is a treasure, worth as much as, if not more than, obsidian.”

Yun Yunyang’s tone was filled with anticipation. The potential of the Purple Jade Bamboo was immense. Its rice could strengthen the body and extend life, making it valuable for both mortals and cultivators. It could also be used to brew spirit wine—a single jar could fetch a price comparable to that of Crimson Mulberry Spirit Wine.

If the Yun Clan could successfully cultivate Purple Jade Bamboo on a large scale and learn the methods of brewing spirit wine, they could secure a steady stream of wealth. It would require far less labor than mining obsidian and be much more sustainable in the long term.

Furthermore, the bamboo’s branches, suitable for crafting and talisman-making, offered value far exceeding that of obsidian.

“By the way, I have one more matter to discuss,” Yun Yunsun added.

“What is it?”

“Recently, Yanshui shared some ideas with me, and I believe they have merit.”

Yun Yunsun then relayed Yanshui’s bold speculations and plans to Yun Yunyang in detail.

“That rascal! He’s thought of things we old folks never considered!” Yun Yunyang exclaimed, deeply impressed by his nephew’s ingenuity.

“Still, to sustain the daily needs of the clan members, the success of cultivating large quantities of Purple Jade Bamboo and spiritual rice is crucial.”

“Indeed!” Yun Yunyang nodded.

“Yanshuang, Yantian, the coming days will be tough for you both.”

“Uncle, don’t worry. Yanshuang and I will do our utmost,” the two siblings replied in unison, their resolve evident.

 

Chapter 122 The Market is Destroyed 

“Brother Yunyang, do you intend to let Shuang’er and Tian’er explore the immortal mansion’s secret realm?”

Yun Yunsun’s expression was solemn as he looked at Yun Yunyang beside him.

“This time, during the Dharma Assembly hosted by the Wang family, I gathered some information.

The rumors about the secret realm of the immortal mansion were intentionally spread by the Xia Clan of Tongshan. Their aim is to lure cultivators from various clans to explore it, hoping others will take the risks first.”

“So, that secret realm is incredibly perilous?”

“Indeed.”

“That’s why I dare not let Shuang’er and Tian’er take such a risk,” Yun Yunyang said with a long sigh.

“I fear, however, that other clans won’t let such an opportunity slip by. After all, it’s a significant celestial fortune.”

“If other clans wish to go, that’s their decision. As for the Yun Clan, we prioritize stability.”

“For now, Shuang’er and Tian’er will stay in the clan, focusing on their usual cultivation and assisting in the cultivation of the Purple Jade Bamboo.

Additionally, Shuang’er will need to work harder to forge spiritual tools. These will be entrusted to Ling’er and her team to sell at the cultivation market near Yulin Lake.”

“Understood.”

“When the other clans have ventured to the Danding Sect’s ruins and we’ve gathered more intelligence, I’ll decide whether to send the two of you there.

In the future, Shuang’er will also need to delve into the art of alchemy. Since the Danding Sect was once a renowned alchemy sect, it’s likely the ruins still hold ancient pill recipes.

If we can obtain those, they will undoubtedly prove invaluable to both you and the clan.”

“Of course, all of this depends on someone taking the initial risk to explore the situation. The Xia Clan’s deliberate release of this information likely serves this exact purpose.”

“Enough talk for now,” Yun Yunyang concluded with a faint smile, handing the sleeping Wenlong back to Yun Yansong before departing for the ancestral shrine to address the backlog of family affairs.

Meanwhile, Yun Yantian and Yun Yunsun set off immediately, heading deep into Yun Warehouse Mountain. Following the map drawn by Yun Yanshui, they planned to locate the Purple Jade Bamboo and transplant it into the clan’s spirit fields.

Yun Yanshuang, on the other hand, made a trip outside the manor to deliver several jars of Crimson Mulberry Spirit Wine from the Wang family to her master. After a brief chat with the blind elder, she headed to the clan’s weapons workshop to begin forging spiritual tools.

Upon entering the forge’s secret chamber, Yun Yanshuang was surprised to see her elder brother hammering away at a spiritual longblade.

“Brother, you’re here too?”

At the sound of her voice, Yun Yanshui looked up briefly, smiling. “Father tasked me with taking over your duties while you were away visiting the Wang family for a few days.”

As he spoke, he continued swinging the hammer, striking the blade blank repeatedly to shape it.

“Thank you for your hard work!” Yun Yanshuang said with a playful grin.

“We’re siblings—no need for such formalities,” he replied, chuckling.

“How many spiritual tools have you forged while I was gone?” she asked.

“Three so far.”

“Are those two on the rack your work as well?”

Her gaze swept over to the weapon rack nearby, where a spiritual whisk and a long sword were displayed.

“Yes,” Yun Yanshui confirmed with a nod, still focused on shaping the blade blank.

“Impressive! Both of those are top-tier Grade 2 Yellow Rank spiritual tools!” Yun Yanshuang exclaimed as she picked up the long sword. Its blade was thin as a cicada’s wing and glimmered like a lake of autumn water, exuding a chilling aura that left her in awe.

“It’s passable,” he replied modestly.

“But you’ve rarely forged weapons before!” she remarked, astonished.

“That’s because of you.”

“Me?”

“Exactly. Your forging expertise seems to reflect onto me somehow. And for reasons I can’t fully explain, I can extrapolate from your skills, refining my own craftsmanship even further.”

“Ah, that explains it! No wonder you’ve managed to create two peak Grade 2 Yellow Rank tools in just a few days!” Yun Yanshuang said, a realization dawning upon her. She was deeply impressed by the remarkable abilities of the ancient bronze mirror her brother had bonded with.

“Stop flattering me,” Yun Yanshui replied with a smile, plunging the now-shaped blade blank into the quenching vat. “Now that you’re back, the task of forging falls back to you. These past few days have been exhausting!”

With a playful smirk, he motioned for her to take over the forge, eager for a well-earned rest.

“Can’t you put in a bit more effort? You’re just lazing around all day anyway!”

Hearing her brother’s eagerness to hand the forging duties back to her, Yun Yanshuang huffed in irritation.

“Who’s lazing around? Uncle tasked me with a mission to find a new spiritual ore vein with the Golden-Eyed Beast.

The obsidian mine is nearly depleted. If we don’t find a new source of spiritual ore soon, the family won’t have enough raw materials to forge tools for sale!”

“Didn’t you find Purple Jade Bamboo recently? That could be used as a forging material!”

“You fool, while Purple Jade Bamboo is suitable for forging, you can’t make a decent spiritual tool with just one type of material.”

“That… does make sense.”

“Exactly. To think that I, Yun Yanshui, could be so brilliant yet have such a foolish little sister!”

“Get lost!”

Annoyed, Yun Yanshuang gave her brother a swift kick.

“So, how was your trip to the Wang family? Tell me all about it,” Yun Yanshui asked, handing over his current task to his sister. He then flopped into a corner of the forge, casually calling the Golden-Eyed Beast to bring him a jug of water, which he drank heartily.

“This time, attending the Dharma Assembly at the Wang family truly opened my eyes to the terrifying foundations of the Three Houses and Seven Clans. I also encountered individuals far more powerful than us,” Yun Yanshuang said earnestly.

Her mind wandered to the vivid scenes she had witnessed at the assembly. She recounted everything she saw and heard to her brother in meticulous detail.

“Who would have thought that Wang Liyuan, the man who tried to force you into marriage, is such a remarkable figure?”

Upon hearing that Wang Liyuan was a sword cultivator who had comprehended sword intent and had defeated Lu Shanglin, the spiritual root prodigy of the Chuanyin Lu Clan, with a single strike, Yun Yanshui couldn’t help but click his tongue in admiration.

With a teasing smirk, he glanced at his sister, who was diligently hammering away at a spiritual blade. “So, little sister, have you reconsidered marrying Wang Liyuan? He’s quite impressive, you know.”

Whoosh!

A hammer flew through the air toward Yun Yanshui’s face.

Startled, he quickly tilted his head to dodge. The obsidian hammer smashed into the wall of the forge with a loud thud, embedding itself deeply.

“Was that really necessary? Are you trying to murder your own brother?”

“If you say one more word, the next hammer won’t aim for your head—it’ll aim lower!”

Yun Yanshuang raised her chin smugly, pretending to be fierce as she issued the threat.

“Sigh! My sweet little sister used to be so obedient and adorable. Now her wings have hardened, and she dares to threaten her own brother,” Yun Yanshui lamented dramatically.

“Hmph! That’s what you get for bullying me all the time. You deserve it!”

“Back to serious matters—are you also a sword cultivator, little sister?”

“Yes.”

“Have you comprehended sword intent?”

“No. Master said that understanding sword intent isn’t easy—it depends entirely on one’s comprehension.”

“As expected, you’re still too dumb to grasp sword intent,” Yun Yanshui sighed exaggeratedly.

Whoosh!

Another hammer flew toward him. This time, it narrowly missed his legs, embedding itself in the floor dangerously close.

“If you keep bothering me, I’ll make sure you can’t bother anyone ever again!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave!” Yun Yanshui fled the forge, laughing nervously.

“Sword intent, huh? If Lin Tiansheng and Wang Liyuan can master it, then so can I!”

Holding up the spiritual blade she had just forged, Yun Yanshuang admired its mirror-like surface, which reflected her exquisite features. Her star-like eyes burned with determination, her spirit as unyielding as steel.

In the days that followed, life at Yun Manor returned to its usual rhythm.

Yun Yanshui, accompanied by the Golden-Eyed Beast, roamed far and wide, searching for a new spiritual ore vein.

Yun Yanshuang balanced her daily cultivation with forging spiritual tools for the family.

Meanwhile, Yun Yantian successfully transplanted the Purple Jade Bamboo into the clan’s spirit fields and began teaching Yun Wenyu and Yun Wenrun how to cultivate and care for it.

One day, troubling news arrived at the ancestral shrine, where Yun Yunlin reported to Yun Yunyang.

“Word from Yulin County—there’s been malicious destruction at the cultivation market.”

“What’s the situation?” Yun Yunyang’s expression darkened.

“The Wang family has sent people to restore order, but the damage to the market is severe. Our family’s store was heavily affected, and we’re currently unable to transport harvested spiritual rice, plants, or forged tools for sale.”

“The cultivation market at Yulin Lake is under the governance of the Three Great Houses. Who would dare cause trouble there? Could this be the work of the Gu Master Cult seeking revenge?”

 

Chapter 123 Timing of Action

“Over the years, the Gu Master Cult has been relentlessly suppressed by both the imperial court and the major cultivation clans.

How could they possibly have the strength to destroy a cultivation market under the control of the Three Great Families?”

“Besides, don’t you think all of this seems far too coincidental?”

Yun Yunyang’s voice was calm, yet his words carried a sharp undertone.

“Indeed, it is too much of a coincidence,” Yun Yantian murmured thoughtfully. “Just recently, the Wang Clan triumphed at the gathering.

By the agreed terms, the Three Great Families were to withdraw from the cultivation market and fully return its ownership to the Wang Clan.

and now, the market has conveniently suffered deliberate sabotage.”

Both Yun Yunrui and Yun Yunlin furrowed their brows deeply.

“So, the ones behind this malicious destruction… could only be…”

“Who else but the Three Great Families?” Yun Yunyang’s voice grew colder. “It’s just a pity that our family’s hard-won shop in the market has been completely ruined.

all our plans have been disrupted!”

“Wouldn’t the Wang Clan seek revenge for such a move?” someone asked.

“Revenge? The Wang Clan may have a Foundation establishment Patriarch, but compared to the Three Great Families, their foundation is still lacking.

even if they suspect the sabotage was orchestrated by them, they wouldn’t dare confront them openly.

They would be forced to swallow their grievances.

Moreover, from what we’ve learned, the Wang Clan lacks concrete evidence linking the sabotage directly to the Three Great Families.”

Yun Yunyang shook his head, a wry smile curling at his lips.

“Yunyang, now that the cultivation market lies in ruins, it could take the Wang Clan years—perhaps even over a decade—to rebuild.

What should we do with the accumulated spirit rice, spirit herbs, spirit artifacts, and obsidian ore our family has stored during this time?”

“Let me think… The destruction of our store in the market might not be a complete disaster after all.

In fact, this could be an opportunity for our clan.”

“an opportunity?”

“Yes,” Yun Yunyang’s eyes glimmered with sharp calculation. “With the market destroyed, countless rogue cultivators have lost their avenues for selling goods.

Perhaps, our Yun Clan could take this chance to establish a cultivation market of our own.”

“Father-in-law, leave this matter to me.”

Qin Zhan stepped forward, cupping his hands respectfully.

“My father owns a cultivation market. I can persuade him to clear it out for our Yun Clan’s use.”

“Good.”

“Now that the market issue is settled, the next question is: how do we attract those displaced rogue cultivators to do business in our Yun Clan’s market?”

“We cannot charge entrance fees in the beginning,” Yun Yunyang stated firmly.

“Our clan’s foundation is not as deep as the Wang Clan’s. Without superior goods to offer, we won’t draw enough interest from the scattered cultivators.”

“This is easily solved,” Qin Zhan replied with a confident smile.

“Líng’er and I visited the previous market and noticed its operations are not much different from mortal marketplaces.

In the early stages, when attendance is low, we can offer incentives to attract customers.

In the Yùlín Lake cultivation market, rogue cultivators had no personal shops and were forced to set up stalls, all while paying both entry fees and transaction charges.

If our Yun Clan opens a market, we can provide free shops to those cultivators, waiving all fees for the first five years.

Once the market gains popularity and establishes a solid reputation, we can quietly begin implementing fees afterward.”

Yun Yunyang’s stern expression softened into a satisfied grin.

“Haha! as expected of the son of Yuncang County’s wealthiest merchant!

To have a son-in-law like you is a true blessing to my Yun Clan.

Your plan is excellent. I am more than pleased.

I shall leave this matter in your capable hands.”

“Understood, father-in-law. I will handle it.”

“afterward, take Líng’er to meet your father and explain the situation.

Our Yun Clan will purchase his market at a price above market value.”

“Father-in-law, there’s no need—”

“This is non-negotiable,” Yun Yunyang interrupted gently.

“Your father worked hard to build his business empire.

Our Yun Clan must not take advantage of his kindness for free.”

Qin Zhan hesitated, then finally nodded with a respectful bow.

“I understand.”

Bowing once more, he turned and left the ancestral hall.

“Yunyang, with the market settled and operations planned, how do we spread word throughout Yue Kingdom that our Yun Clan is opening a cultivation market in Yuncang County?”

Yun Yunrui’s gaze met Yun Yunyang’s, his voice filled with curiosity.

“It seems we’ll need the help of Immortal Master Li.”

“Immortal Master Lǐ?”

“Indeed.”

Yun Yunyang chuckled, his expression thoughtful.

“Immortal Master Li is a court enforcer and widely connected among the cultivation world.

Once Qin Zhan finalizes the market, I will send a formal letter inviting Immortal Master Li to attend the grand opening.

I believe he will bring several of his acquaintances along as well.

With Immortal Master Li personally spreading word afterward, news of our market will surely reach the ears of every rogue cultivator in Yue Kingdom.

Who knows? We may even attract other noble cultivation families to join the market in the process.”

“Brilliant! Truly brilliant! You’ve had this all planned out for a while, haven’t you, Yunyang?”

Yun Yunyang nodded slightly, his expression calm yet determined.

“To be honest, the moment I learned of the cultivation market in Yùlín County, I began preparing for this.

Back then, however, our clan lacked the foundation to make such a move.

But five years have passed. Our strength has grown steadily, and we’ve finally accumulated enough resources to take this step.

Moreover, with the previous market as precedent, our path has become clearer.

This is the perfect moment to act.”

“But with the Yùlín market destroyed, won’t other cultivation clans also attempt to open markets in its place?

The competition could become fierce.”

“They won’t dare move recklessly.”

“Yunyang, why are you so certain of this?”

“The Wang Clan will never allow them to succeed so easily, nor will they let others snatch the prize from their grasp.

But our Yun Clan is different! With the Old Daoist backing us, even if the Wang Clan learns of our plans to establish a cultivation market, they wouldn’t dare act recklessly.”

Yun Yunyang’s voice was calm yet brimming with unwavering confidence.

This was the essence of true family strength and foundation.

For a clan to thrive and endure for generations, it had to rely on its own profound heritage and power.

“By the way, Fourth Brother, can the purple rice be brewed into Violet Jade Spirit Wine? Do you have the method for brewing it?”

Suddenly, Yun Yunyang recalled something important and turned his gaze toward Yun Yunshan, seated below.

among the family, Yun Yunshan was the most skilled in the art of winemaking.

Thus, Yun Yunyang had entrusted him with the task of brewing the precious Violet Jade Spirit Wine from the rare purple rice.

However, Yun Yunshan had only ever crafted mortal wines. He had never brewed spirit wine before, leaving the success of the task uncertain.

“Brewing spirit wine is entirely different from mundane winemaking. It requires a cultivator’s personal involvement in the process.

I’ll teach Shuang’er the brewing techniques carefully and have her handle it herself.

However, the chances of success aren’t high. It’ll require multiple trials and adjustments.”

Yun Yunshan spoke with solemn caution.

“I understand. If it doesn’t work this time, when the Violet Jade Bamboo bears a new crop of purple rice next year, you can try again with Shuang’er.”

“Understood,” Yun Yunshan nodded slightly, his expression serious.

In the study, Qin Yang was reviewing the monthly financial ledgers from his businesses when his wife’s voice echoed from outside:

“Master, Zhan’er and Líng’er have arrived.”

“Oh? Really?”

Qin Yang’s face lit up with joy. He quickly set the ledger aside, draped his robe over his shoulders, and stepped out of the study.

“Father!”

Waiting outside, Qin Zhan and Yun Yanlíng greeted him warmly as he emerged.

“Haha! Líng’er, my dear daughter-in-law! It’s been so long since I last saw you. You’ve grown even more beautiful!”

Seeing Yun Yanlíng, Qin Yang’s expression softened with genuine affection, treating her as though she were his own daughter.

Meanwhile, Qin Zhan was left standing awkwardly to the side, forcing a helpless smile.

“How has your health been lately, Father?”

Yun Yanlíng asked with a gentle smile.

“Good! Quite good! ever since you sent me those supplements, I’ve felt more energetic than ever!

even your mother says I’ve become stronger than I used to be!”

Qin Yang let out a hearty laugh.

Off to the side, Qín Sūshì rolled her eyes at her husband, chiding, “Don’t spout nonsense in front of the children!”

“Where are Qíin Long and Qin Yue?”

“Qin Long is busy managing the shop, and Qin Yue went out on a trip with Yan Bai. They should be back soon.”

“I heard Qin Yue is expecting?”

“Indeed! almost four months along now. Your younger brother certainly acted fast, catching us old folks off guard.

We’ll be arranging their wedding soon.”

Qin Yang shook his head as he spoke, but the smile on his face betrayed his pride.

“Where’s Wenxuan? He didn’t come?”

“Wenxuan is still studying and training back at the clan estate. I’ll bring him to visit you in a few days, Father.”

“Haha! Good, good! That rascal must be around six years old now, right?”

“almost six,” Qin Zhan replied with a nod.

“ah… Time truly flies,” Qin Yang sighed nostalgically.

“I still remember when I first met your father, Líng’er. You were just a little girl back then.

and now, you’re all grown up, with a child nearly six years old.”

“Father, could you pay a little attention to me too?”

Qin Zhan finally protested, clearly feeling left out.

“You, step aside!”

Qin Yang waved his hand dismissively, shooing his son to the side.

Taking Yun Yanling’s hand, he continued with a warm smile,

“Come, come! Let’s sit in the main hall and chat while we eat. We have so much to catch up on, my dear daughter-in-law.”

 

Chapter 124: I Want to Cry, But I Have No Tears

“In Yuncang County, I do own a market. It’s fairly large in scale, but it’s been left unused for quite some time. If your father wants it, he’ll need to invest significant time and money in repairs,” Qin Yang said, seated at the head of the room, after hearing Yun Yanling explain her purpose.

“No matter. My Yun Clan is willing to purchase the market from you, Father. As for the repairs, we’ll handle them ourselves,” Yun Yanling replied with a gentle smile.

“There’s no need to buy it; I’ll gift it to your Yun Clan. After all, your father and I are in-laws—talking about money feels so crass!” Qin Yang chuckled.

“No, Father, please don’t insist. My father knows how hard you’ve worked to build your business. He wouldn’t want to take advantage of your efforts,” Yun Yanling said earnestly.

“Your father is too formal—why does he need to be so distant?” Qin Yang sighed, though his tone held no real complaint.

“It’s not about being distant, Father. He simply respects the hard work you’ve put into this.”

“Alright, then. Just name a price,” Qin Yang relented with a helpless smile.

“Would five thousand taels of silver suffice?” Yun Yanling suggested.

“That’s too much! Back when I bought the land and hired craftsmen to build it, it only cost me two thousand taels.”

“Father, this is my father’s sincere offer.”

“If your father doesn’t want to take advantage of me, do you think I’d take advantage of him? Tell him the price is two thousand taels, and if he offers more, I might just refuse to sell it!” Qin Yang huffed, though his expression softened as he spoke.

“In that case, thank you, Father!” Yun Yanling said, bowing slightly.

“You’re my daughter-in-law; there’s no need for thanks.”

“Wife, is the meal ready?” Qin Yang turned to his wife.

“Yes, everything is prepared,” she replied with a nod.

“Ling’er, let’s go! Keep your father company for a drink or two,” Qin Yang said warmly.

“Ling’er would be happy to join you,” Yun Yanling replied, her smile sweet and obedient.

“Father, Mother, we’re back!”

Just as the family was about to sit down for lunch, a cheerful voice rang out from outside.

Turning toward the sound, they saw a young girl, no more than sixteen years old, stepping into the courtyard. Her features were delicate and refined, her beauty fresh and pure like a jade from next door. She wore a crimson palace-style dress, and her slightly rounded belly made it clear she was with child.

The girl was none other than Qin Yang’s youngest daughter, Qin Yue, and the future wife of Yun Yanbai.

Walking beside her was a young man dressed in elegant robes. His features bore a striking resemblance to Yun Yansong, and he supported Qin Yue carefully, as though worried she might stumble. This young man was Yun Yanbai.

“Out gallivanting again, but at least you remembered to come home for lunch,” Qin Yang said, his tone reproachful, though his eyes brimmed with affection.

“Are we eating already?” Qin Yue asked, a little surprised.

“Of course. Look who’s here,” Qin Yang said with a smile.

It was only then that Qin Yue noticed Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan.

“Sister Ling’er!”

With Yun Yanbai’s help, Qin Yue quickly stepped forward, her greeting bright and sweet. Meanwhile, Qin Zhan found himself once again ignored, left standing awkwardly on the side.

“Father says you’re expecting. You mustn’t run around like this anymore,” Yun Yanling said gently, her tone full of sisterly concern. “The jolts from a carriage could harm the baby.”

“Don’t worry! Yanbai’s been taking great care of me,” Qin Yue said with a playful grin.

“Yanbai, you’d better look after Yue’er properly. If you mistreat her, don’t blame me for being harsh with you,” Yun Yanling said, her tone suddenly stern as her sharp gaze fixed on Yun Yanbai.

“Hehe, I understand, Sister Ling’er. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare mistreat her. If anything, she’s the one bullying me every day,” Yun Yanbai replied with a mischievous grin, only to receive a sharp elbow from Qin Yue. He winced, his face contorting in mock pain.

“Sister Ling’er, let’s eat. Yanbai and I visited so many fun places today—I’ll tell you all about it during lunch,” Qin Yue said, her tone bright and cheerful as she affectionately took Yun Yanling’s arm. The two walked away, chatting and laughing.

“Yue’er may be mischievous, and her personality a little odd, but treat her well,” Qin Yang called after them, his voice filled with fatherly love.

Qin Zhan approached Yun Yanbai with a faint smile.

“Hehe! Brother-in-law, don’t worry. If I ever treat her poorly, feel free to send Sister Ling’er to give me a good beating.”

“Haha! I’ll hold you to that!”

“Come on, let’s sit at the table and have a proper drink together,” Qin Zhan said.

“I wouldn’t dare refuse, Brother-in-law. Let’s drink to our hearts’ content!”

In the days that followed, Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan stayed at the Qin residence without returning to the Yun Clan. Meanwhile, the Yun Clan sent over the agreed sum of two thousand taels of silver to purchase the market from Qin Yang. Both parties signed a formal transfer agreement.

To plan for the market’s revival, Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan visited the long-abandoned property under the guidance of Qin Long.

The market was located in the southwestern part of Yuncang County, a fair distance from the town center, in a somewhat secluded area.

“Sister Ling’er, this is the market my father spent a fortune building. It’s been sitting here unused for nearly ten years now.

Due to Yuncang County’s less-than-ideal location, it couldn’t attract enough occupants, which is why the market never saw much use,” Qin Long explained.

At eighteen years old, Qin Long was as elegant and refined as his elder brother, with a scholarly demeanor and striking good looks. Since Qin Zhan had married into the Yun Clan, all the Qin family’s businesses had fallen under Qin Long’s management.

When he learned that his sister-in-law’s family intended to purchase a market for their own purposes, he had volunteered to show her the property.

“Thank you for taking the time to guide us,” Yun Yanling said warmly.

“Sister Ling’er, you’re too kind,” Qin Long replied with a smile.

Walking along the moss-covered stone paths of the market, a sense of age and desolation enveloped them. Dust-covered rooftops sagged under years of neglect, while moss and cobwebs adorned the eaves. The doors and windows were in disrepair, barely clinging to their frames.

Overgrown weeds, some as tall as a person, sprouted in alleyways and streets. Rats, centipedes, and spiders scurried through the underbrush.

However, the market’s most notable feature was its vast size—over 800 shop spaces in total. If managed well, this long-abandoned property could one day become the most bustling and prosperous market in Yuncang County.

“Indeed, maintaining and repairing this market would require an enormous expense.

That’s why my father left it idle for so long, never bothering with it again.

I never expected that your family, Sister Ling’er, would take an interest in it,” Qin Long said with a light laugh.

“Sister Ling’er, if I may ask, what does your family plan to do with this market?”

“Qin Long!” Qin Zhan interjected sternly, shooting his younger brother a warning glance.

“My apologies, Sister Ling’er. I spoke out of turn,” Qin Long said quickly, bowing in apology.

“It’s fine,” Yun Yanling replied with a small smile. “There’s no harm in telling you. My family plans to turn this market into a cultivation market of our own.”

“A cultivation market?” Qin Long was momentarily stunned.

As a mundane individual unfamiliar with the ways of cultivators, he couldn’t fully grasp the concept of a cultivation market.

“Simply put, it will be a market specifically for cultivators to trade,” Yun Yanling explained.

“In that case, Yuncang County will likely see many more cultivators in the future?”

“If everything goes as planned, yes,” Yun Yanling confirmed.

Qin Long couldn’t help but marvel at the rapid development of the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan. The strength and foundation of a cultivation family were far beyond what mundane families like his could imagine.

“Sister Ling’er, would you like me to hire some craftsmen to help with the market’s repairs?” Qin Long asked after a moment of thought.

“There’s no need to trouble yourself. My family has already arranged for workers to handle it. They’ll arrive in a few days,” Yun Yanling replied.

“In that case, I won’t interfere further,” Qin Long said with a polite smile. “Sister Ling’er, Brother Zhan, feel free to continue exploring the market. I need to return to the shop—there’s much that requires my attention.”

“Go ahead,” Yun Yanling said with a nod.

Bowing respectfully, Qin Long left and boarded his carriage.

“A cultivation market, huh?” Qin Long muttered to himself as the carriage rolled away.

“If it succeeds, it will undoubtedly attract many cultivators to this place. For the Qin family, this might be an opportunity.”

As he reflected on Yun Yanling’s words, Qin Long’s thoughts began to race.

Since witnessing the Yun Clan’s fortune in securing a celestial opportunity and rising to prominence as a cultivation family, dominating Yuncang County, Qin Long had nurtured ambitions of his own.

He dreamed of a day when he could lead the Qin family into the world of cultivators, seizing their own celestial fortune and shedding the identity of a mundane family once and for all.

 

Chapter 125 Go to the Supervisor

“Uncle Yunshan, Auntie, is Brother Yanshui home?”

Outside the small courtyard, a slightly plump young man dressed in fine robes stood with a warm smile, holding a few gifts. Beside him was a young girl in a simple white dress, her delicate features radiating elegance. Together, they greeted Yun Yunshan and Yun Qin’s family, who were in the midst of dinner.

“Yandong? Quickly, come in and have a seat!”

Recognizing the young man as Yun Yandong, Yun Qin hurried to welcome him into the courtyard. She then went to the kitchen to prepare two additional sets of bowls and chopsticks for their guests.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How’s work going at the yamen? All smooth?”

Yun Yunshan poured a cup of wine for Yun Yandong and smiled warmly.

“Everything’s been going well,” Yun Yandong replied.

“Brother Yandong, aren’t you going to introduce us to your lovely companion?” teased Yun Yanshuang, her playful gaze darting between Yandong and the girl beside him.

The girl, dressed in her white gown, blushed and lowered her head shyly upon hearing Yanshuang’s words.

Yun Yandong scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Ah, look at me—I nearly forgot!”

“Uncle Yunshan, Auntie, Shuang’er, this is my fiancée, Lu Qingrong, the daughter of Lord Lu. I brought her here specifically to meet my family.”

“Hehe! Nice to meet you, Sister-in-law! I’m Yun Yanshuang.”

“Nice to meet you,” Lu Qingrong said with a polite smile, though her voice was tinged with shyness.

“Qingrong, this is my Uncle Yunshan and Auntie. Over the years, they’ve taken great care of my mother and me,” Yun Yandong explained.

“Uncle Yunshan, Auntie, it’s an honor to meet you,” Lu Qingrong said, bowing slightly.

“Haha! What a polite young lady,” Yun Yunshan praised with a chuckle.

“I don’t have much to give, but here’s a low-grade spirit stone. If you’re blessed with a child who has spiritual roots, it may prove useful in the future.”

“This… I couldn’t possibly accept!” Lu Qingrong hesitated, clearly flustered. As the daughter of Lord Lu, she was aware of the value of a spirit stone—a treasure used by cultivators, worth a fortune in the mundane world, and often unavailable even to those with money.

“Don’t be shy. Yandong is like a son to me, and I’m thrilled that he’s found someone like you. This is just a token of my blessing,” Yun Yunshan said kindly.

Still hesitant, Lu Qingrong glanced at Yandong for help.

“Since it’s Uncle Yunshan’s heartfelt gesture, you should accept it,” Yandong said.

“Thank you, Uncle Yunshan,” Lu Qingrong said softly, carefully tucking the spirit stone away.

At that moment, Yun Yanshui entered the courtyard with the Golden-Eyed Beast. Seeing Yun Yandong chatting with his parents, he paused in surprise.

“Yandong? It’s been a while!”

“Hehe! Brother Yanshui, long time no see!”

“Look at you! Aren’t you supposed to be busy at the yamen? How did you find time to come back?”

“I missed you, of course!”

“Yeah, right,” Yanshui replied with mock disdain before grabbing a bowl and chopsticks to join the meal. He began eating voraciously, his ravenous demeanor making everyone laugh.

“Brother, have some manners. Sister-in-law is right here!” Yun Yanshuang scolded playfully.

“We’re family now. Why bother with manners?” Yanshui retorted, prompting a burst of laughter from everyone.

Even Lu Qingrong, who had been nervous and reserved at first, found herself relaxing in the lively atmosphere.

Before arriving, she had worried that the Yun family, being a prominent cultivation clan, might be difficult to approach, with strict elders who valued decorum above all else. But now, surrounded by their warmth and humor, she realized her concerns had been unfounded.

“Sister-in-law, you have nothing to fear. Yandong here is a little rascal I grew up with, and he wouldn’t dare mistreat a woman.

If he ever gives you trouble after you marry him, just tell me, and I’ll knock some sense into him!” Yanshui said with a grin.

“Thank you, Brother Yanshui!” Lu Qingrong replied sweetly. The family’s hospitality soon put her completely at ease.

“So, Yandong, how’s your mother’s health?” Yun Yunshan asked.

“She’s doing well. The old ailments she had have completely healed, thanks to the herbs and spiritual resources my father provided,” Yandong replied.

Yandong’s “father” was Yun Yunsun, who had risen from a branch family member to become part of the main lineage.

“Did you take Sister-in-law to visit Auntie and Uncle Yunsun?”

“We’ve already been to see them,” Yandong confirmed.

“When’s the wedding?”

“We’re planning for the end of the year, after Yanbai and Qin Yue’s wedding.”

“Well, you’d better put in the effort and give us a new addition to the Yun family soon. Look at Yanbai—he hasn’t even tied the knot yet, and Qin Yue’s already expecting!”

Yun Yanshui teased, “Better work hard, Yandong. We’re all waiting for you to bring some new Yun blood into the family. Look at Yanbai—he hasn’t even officially tied the knot, and Qin Yue’s already expecting!”

At this, both Yun Yandong and Lu Qingrong blushed deeply, clearly flustered by the remark.

“With so many weddings happening in the clan, it’s just my sister and me left,” Yanshui continued with a laugh.

“Hehe! Brother Yanshui, Shuang’er, you two should find partners soon! We’re all eager to attend your weddings next!”

“You little rascal! Teasing my sister and me, are you? That’ll cost you three cups of wine—and then you can head back and cuddle your wife,” Yanshui shot back, grinning.

Seeing the lighthearted banter between the two, Yun Yunshan eventually steered the conversation elsewhere. Turning to his son, he asked, “Yanshui, any luck finding a new spiritual ore vein with the Golden-Eyed Beast?”

“I’ve discovered a small ore vein,” Yanshui replied. “I’ve already informed Uncle Yunyang. He’ll send people to the mountains soon to begin preparations for mining.”

“You’ve worked hard these past few weeks,” Yunshan said with a nod of approval.

“Now that Ling’er and her husband have secured a market in Yuncang County, and workers will soon begin repairs, the family doesn’t have enough manpower to oversee the project.

This responsibility will fall to you.”

“Uncle Yunshan, I can help as well,” Yandong interjected. “Working at the yamen, I spend most of my time patrolling Yuncang County anyway.”

“Haha! Good. You two brothers can handle the supervision together. Yanbai and Yansong will also assist as needed,” Yunshan said, visibly pleased.

Reflecting on how the once-young members of the clan—Yanshui, Yanling, Yandong, Yansong, and Yanbai—had all grown into capable adults, Yunshan felt a deep sense of pride.

In time, when the older generation stepped down from leadership, these young ones would undoubtedly guide the Yun Clan to even greater heights, ensuring its prosperity for years to come.

The following day, Yun Yanshui and Yun Yansong accompanied Yun Yandong and Lu Qingrong to Yuncang County.

Upon reaching the county, Yandong and Qingrong disembarked at the yamen, while Yanshui and Yansong continued on to the newly acquired market.

Arriving at the site, they found Yun Yanling and her husband, Qin Zhan, busily managing the recruitment of craftsmen. Qin Zhan had even arranged for guards from the Qin family to maintain order, ensuring no one disrupted the proceedings.

“Sister Ling’er, Brother-in-law!” Yanshui and Yansong greeted them with respectful bows.

“What brings you two here?” Yanling asked, surprised.

“Knowing you’re short-handed for the market’s repairs, the family sent us to help oversee the project,” Yanshui explained.

“Perfect. There’s an inn within the market that was cleaned and repaired a few days ago. You can stay there while you manage the repairs,” Yanling said.

“Understood.”

“How long will the repairs take?” Yansong asked.

“About six months, if everything goes smoothly. It should be finished by the end of the year,” Yanling replied.

“Haha! That’s just in time for Yandong’s wedding. We can celebrate both events together!” Yanshui joked, grinning.

With that, he and Yansong began supervising the craftsmen as they worked on the renovations.

In the days that followed, Yanshui and Yansong settled into their roles, eating and sleeping within the market. Their primary task was overseeing the repairs, ensuring everything proceeded as planned.

Occasionally, Yandong would visit the site while on patrol with his superior, the captain of the yamen guards, ensuring no trouble arose in the Yun Clan’s market.

Even Yun Yanbai, though busy preparing for his wedding, would find time to assist when needed.

Meanwhile, in Yulin County, at the ancestral estate of the Wang family:

“How are the repairs to the cultivation market progressing?” Wang Qingshan asked, his gaze fixed on Wang Chongtian.

“Everything is proceeding as planned,” Chongtian replied respectfully.

“How long will it take to fully restore the market to its former scale?”

“Approximately ten years.”

“That’s too slow!” Qingshan said sharply, his brows furrowing.

“Don’t worry, Ancestor. I’ll recruit more laborers and send some of the family’s wandering cultivator retainers to assist. We’ll complete the restoration as quickly as possible,” Chongtian responded, bowing deeply.

Hearing this, Qingshan’s expression softened slightly. After a moment, he continued, “I’ve heard that the Yun Clan is also preparing to establish a cultivation market of their own.”

 

Chapter 126 Investigating the Evil Spirit

“Yes,” Wang Chongtian replied respectfully.

“The Yun family wants to steal food from our Wang family’s plate,” Wang Qingshan murmured, his eyes narrowing, a trace of shadow darkening his expression.

“So, Ancestor, what do you plan to do?”

“The Yun family’s cultivation market must not be allowed to succeed so easily.

Our own market was maliciously destroyed by the Three Great Houses, leaving it inoperable for the foreseeable future. The reconstruction effort will require significant manpower, and we must remain vigilant against further interference from the Three Houses.

Now, the Yun family seeks to exploit the situation, aiming to build a cultivation market of their own.

If they succeed, they’ll grow into another formidable rival to our Wang family.”

“But with a powerful figure backing the Yun family, if we take action in secret and are discovered by that senior…”

“Can’t you find some unrelated wandering cultivators to do the job?” Wang Qingshan interrupted, his sharp gaze slicing toward Wang Chongtian, his tone cold and cutting.

“Understood, Ancestor,” Chongtian said, bowing low.

Old Zhang was a well-known craftsman in Yuncang County, his mastery of construction nearly unmatched.

When he heard that the Yun family needed workers to renovate a market, he signed up immediately, eager to earn a generous reward that would provide his wife and children with a better life.

As usual, Old Zhang arrived at a corner of the market with a group of fellow craftsmen, ready to repair a few of the dilapidated shops.

They had brought in wood and prepared all their tools. Without delay, Old Zhang organized his crew and began their work.

“Where’s Old Yun today? He’s usually the first to show up,” Old Zhang remarked as he looked over the dozen craftsmen with him, noticing Old Yun’s absence.

“Maybe he overslept,” someone suggested.

“That’s not like him,” Old Zhang replied.

“Old Yun has been struggling financially, spending most of his savings on medicine for his sick wife. Times are tough for him, and carpentry jobs are hard to come by.

When the Yun family offered this job, Old Yun signed up right away, hoping to earn enough to cover his wife’s medical expenses.

The Yun family pays well and even provides food and lodging for us craftsmen. Old Yun was very grateful, so he’s been working late into the night before returning to the dormitory to rest.

He must’ve been exhausted and overslept,” a burly, rugged craftsman explained with a laugh.

“That makes sense. Let him rest for now. When he wakes up, we’ll assign him something manageable. Poor guy’s had a rough time—he deserves our support,” Old Zhang said, nodding in understanding.

Satisfied, he returned to his task, sawing planks of wood and focusing on his work.

“Little Li, take the wood, new doors, and shutters to the back of the shop. We’ll deal with them later,” Old Zhang instructed a young apprentice with a smile.

“Got it, Uncle Zhang,” the boy replied cheerfully.

The boy’s name was Li Yi, a native of Yuncang County. At sixteen years old, he was an orphan, raised by the kindness of others.

From the age of six, he had lived on his own, apprenticing under Uncle Zhang to learn the craft of carpentry. After ten years of hard work, he now had a trade to support himself.

He had even saved enough to marry soon, hoping to start a family and continue his bloodline.

This job with the Yun family was a rare opportunity, made possible by Uncle Zhang’s recommendation—a gesture for which Li Yi felt immense gratitude.

Li Yi worked diligently, swiftly carrying the materials with a few companions to the back of the shop.

“What’s that smell? It stinks!” one of the companions exclaimed, wrinkling his nose as they neared the back of the shop.

“This area is overgrown with weeds and hasn’t been cleaned for years. Rotting leaves, dead rats, and all sorts of debris are scattered around. It’s no surprise it smells terrible.

Once we’re done moving these materials, we’ll grab shovels and clear out the mess. Leaving the place clean will make a good impression on the employer,” Li Yi said with a smile.

Growing up in the slums, Li Yi was no stranger to such foul odors and wasn’t fazed by them.

“Well, if we leave a good impression on the employer, maybe they’ll give us a bonus.

I’ve heard the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan is a cultivation family here in Yue Kingdom—wealthy, with deep roots.

Even the prominent officials and nobles of Yuncang County are eager to curry favor with them.

Being able to work under such an employer is a blessing,” one of the companions remarked.

“Haha, true enough. The pay here is three times better than anywhere else, and they provide meals and lodging.

Good employers like this are rare,” Li Yi agreed with a smile.

Though young, Li Yi had seen his fair share of hardship. Many past employers had delayed or outright refused to pay their wages.

Li Yi and Uncle Zhang had once camped outside an employer’s house in the dead of winter, hoping to collect their overdue pay so they could afford a proper New Year’s celebration. Instead, they were beaten by the employer’s thugs, leaving them not only penniless but burdened with medical bills.

By comparison, the Yun Clan’s fairness and generosity stood in stark contrast, making them seem like a beacon of hope.

If given the chance, Li Yi thought, he would gladly work for the Yun Clan for the rest of his life, giving his all for their projects.

As the group continued chatting, Li Yi and his companions finished stacking the wood, shutters, and doors near the courtyard wall behind the shop. Then, they grabbed shovels to begin clearing the overgrown weeds.

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, startling the group.

“That was Zhang Li’s voice!”

“Quick, let’s check it out!”

Li Yi urged, leading the group in the direction of the sound.

As they neared the source, a pungent, gut-wrenching stench filled the air—far worse than the odors of the slums. It was the unmistakable stench of decay.

When they arrived, they were horrified to find a rotting corpse curled up among the overgrown weeds in a corner of the courtyard.

The corpse was badly decomposed, emitting an overpowering foul odor. It was clear that Zhang Li had stumbled upon it while clearing the area, causing him to scream in terror and collapse to the ground, trembling and pale with fear.

The sight sent several of the boys into violent fits of vomiting. Even Li Yi, though used to hardship, couldn’t endure the nauseating stench. He rushed to a corner of the courtyard and retched until his stomach was empty, only then finding some relief.

“Go… go inform Uncle Zhang and have him come take a look,” Li Yi stammered, trying to steady his nerves.

Meanwhile, Yun Yandong, dressed in his patrol uniform, approached Yun Yanshui and relayed the findings of the coroner.

“Yanshui, the coroner says the time of death was likely around midnight.

However…”

“However, what?” Yanshui asked, his expression grim.

“The coroner said that the degree of decomposition doesn’t match someone who’s been dead for only one night.

Moreover, the cause of death isn’t clear. The coroner suspects it might be the work of something sinister—perhaps an evil spirit.”

“An evil spirit?” Yanshui muttered, his voice low.

The Yun Clan’s market needed to be repaired and operational as soon as possible. If a malevolent force was indeed interfering, it could severely disrupt the clan’s plans.

“Uncle Zhang, do you recognize the deceased?” Yanshui asked, turning to the shaken craftsman.

“Yes, it’s Old Yun…” Uncle Zhang said after bowing respectfully, his voice heavy with sorrow.

“Was he working with you last night?”

“Yes, but we finished early. Old Yun decided to stay behind to earn extra pay.

Afterward, we don’t know if he returned to the dormitory. This morning, when we didn’t see him, we thought he’d overslept due to exhaustion. We never imagined…”

“Old Yun had a hard life. Now that he’s gone, what will happen to his bedridden wife?” Uncle Zhang lamented, his voice filled with anguish.

“Yanshui, with a murder occurring, should we suspend work for now?

If we don’t deal with this malevolent force quickly and more deaths occur, panic will spread.

The craftsmen we’ve worked so hard to recruit will undoubtedly flee, leaving the market renovations in shambles,” Yandong said, his tone urgent.

“I’ve already informed Shuang’er. She’ll investigate the evil spirit responsible for Old Yun’s death,” Yanshui replied, his expression resolute.

 

Chapter 127 The Child Demon Secret Alliance

“What’s the status of the investigation?”

Upon hearing about the death of the elderly craftsman at the market, Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan rushed to the scene to question Yun Yanshui.

“According to the coroner, it’s likely the work of an evil spirit. To avoid panic and disruptions to the repair efforts, Yandong has already ordered a lockdown on the information,” Yanshui reported.

“Sister Ling’er, we should temporarily send the workers home. Once Shuang’er arrives and deals with the malevolent spirit causing trouble, we can resume repairs,” Yanshui advised succinctly.

“I understand,” Yun Yanling replied, her expression serious.

A malevolent spirit haunting the market was no small matter. If left unchecked, any subsequent incidents would undoubtedly spark fear among the workers, making it impossible to continue the renovations. Everything had to be resolved before progress could resume.

“Everyone, I apologize for the inconvenience. A murder has occurred at the market, and the authorities need time to investigate and identify the culprit.

For now, I ask that you all return home. Once the investigation is complete, we’ll resume the repair work.

Rest assured, during this downtime, the Yun Clan will continue to pay your wages,” Qin Zhan announced to the hundreds of workers gathered at the market.

To avoid panic, no mention of the malevolent spirit was made to the workers.

Hearing that they would still be paid despite the halt in work, many of the craftsmen left in good spirits, returning to their homes to await further updates.

“Master Qin, if I may speak out of turn,” said Old Zhang, stepping forward with a bow after most of the workers had dispersed.

“Old Zhang, what is it? Speak freely,” Qin Zhan said with a warm smile. He held Old Zhang in high regard for his excellent carpentry skills and honest character.

“Master Qin, Old Yun’s wife has been bedridden for years, and he was her sole caretaker.

Now that he’s gone, she’s left alone with no one to look after her…”

Old Zhang trailed off, knowing his request was a bold one. Still, for the sake of his late colleague, he felt compelled to speak up, even if it was uncertain whether Qin Zhan would offer assistance.

“I understand. I’ll arrange for someone to take care of Old Yun’s wife so he can rest in peace. The Yun Clan will also provide appropriate compensation,” Qin Zhan assured him.

“Master Qin, I… thank you!” Old Zhang said, deeply moved by Qin Zhan’s kindness.

His respect for Qin Zhan and the Yun Clan grew even stronger. It was rare to encounter wealthy nobles who genuinely cared for those at the bottom of society.

“No need to thank me. The market’s progress so far is thanks to your hard work.

Go home now, Old Zhang, and spend time with your family. Once the investigation concludes, we’ll need your help again,” Qin Zhan said, patting Old Zhang’s shoulder with a smile.

“Master Qin, I’ll always remember your kindness. Once everything is back on track, just call on me, and I’ll be here with my men to assist you immediately,” Old Zhang promised.

“Haha! Good, I’ll hold you to that!” Qin Zhan said, laughing.

Bidding farewell with another bow, Old Zhang left with Li Yi and the others.

“Sister!”

Shortly after Qin Zhan dismissed the workers, Yun Yanshuang arrived in haste.

“Since you’re a cultivator, examine Old Yun’s body and determine what kind of malevolent spirit caused his death,” Yanshui instructed.

Squatting down, Yun Yanshuang removed an amulet inscribed with talismanic markings from her waist and placed it on Old Yun’s forehead.

The amulet absorbed faint traces of sinister energy lingering on the corpse, quivering slightly before settling into stillness.

Retrieving the amulet, Yun Yanshuang infused her divine sense into it. Drawing on her extensive knowledge of demons and spirits gained from years of cultivation, she quickly identified the source of the evil energy.

“It’s a Tongzi Demon,” she said grimly.

“A Tongzi Demon?” Yanshui echoed, frowning.

“Yes. It’s an extremely sinister ghostly entity created through an abhorrent ritual. The process requires forty-nine newborns born during yin-aligned hours, whose essence and souls are extracted and refined through secret methods.

The resulting demon harbors immense malice and killing intent.

If fully matured, such an entity can rival a cultivator in the Qi Refining stage.

Judging by Old Yun’s condition, the Tongzi Demon responsible appears to be in the sixth stage of the Embryo Breath realm,” Yanshuang explained.

Her expertise came from a manual on ghost taming, Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, which she had obtained five years ago. She had spent considerable time studying its contents in the family’s library.

“So, this Tongzi Demon wasn’t naturally formed?” Yanshui asked.

“Correct. It must have been deliberately created through dark and forbidden means,” Yanshuang confirmed, her expression darkening.

“Yes, a ‘Tongzi Demon’ cannot form naturally. There must be a cultivator behind this,” Yun Yanshuang confirmed.

“If a cultivator is controlling it, why would they unleash the demon at our Yun Clan’s market?” Yun Yanling asked, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Ling’er, the actions of cultivators can’t always be understood with common logic,” Yanshuang replied gravely.

“They kill for all sorts of reasons. Sometimes it’s for a purpose, sometimes it’s out of sheer interest, and other times it’s simply to vent their emotions.

To them, mortal lives are as insignificant as weeds on the roadside—perhaps even less so.”

Her tone grew heavier as she spoke, and her thoughts drifted to a certain cultivator from years past—the one who had raised ghost foxes.

That man killed indiscriminately, not out of enmity or rage, but simply because the blood and vitality of mortals enhanced the strength of his ghost foxes, which in turn elevated his cultivation.

The cultivator behind the Tongzi Demon was likely cut from the same cloth.

Hearing this, Yun Yanling’s expression turned grim. For the first time, she began to grasp the terrifying nature of cultivators—beings who practiced immortality but often committed atrocities instead of good deeds.

“Ling’er, Brother Zhan, and Yandong, you should return for now. My brother and I will handle this matter,” Yanshuang said decisively.

“Yanshui? Can he manage?” Yanling asked, surprised.

“Don’t worry! I brought my brother’s Golden-Eyed Beast. With it here, he’ll be well protected,” Yanshuang replied with a reassuring smile.

She opened her storage pouch, and the tiny head of the Golden-Eyed Beast poked out.

As it leapt out, the beast, originally no bigger than the palm of a hand, grew rapidly in size, swelling to that of a small calf in the blink of an eye. Yun Yanling and the others looked on in amazement.

“Very well, then. Be careful,” Yanling said, offering one last reminder before leaving with Qin Zhan and Yun Yandong, escorted out of the market.

“Your talisman can track the source of the demon, can’t it?” Yanshui asked, settling onto the back of the Golden-Eyed Beast.

“Yes,” Yanshuang replied with a nod. Injecting a strand of her divine sense into the talisman, the object began to tremble before suddenly pointing toward a location outside Yuncang County.

With a flash, Yanshuang disappeared from the spot.

The Golden-Eyed Beast sprang into action, its massive frame transforming into a black whirlwind as it carried Yanshui in pursuit.

Outside Yuncang County, in an abandoned temple:

A young man dressed in black lay lazily atop a pile of straw, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his demeanor carefree and indifferent.

Below him, seated cross-legged on a tattered meditation mat, was a middle-aged cultivator clad in fine robes.

“Killing one of the Yun family’s craftsmen should be enough to scare them into dismissing all their workers, right?” the youth asked, his voice casual.

“I’m not sure yet. Go check the county later. If they haven’t withdrawn, I’ll take further action,” the middle-aged cultivator replied in a low, emotionless tone.

“You know, I still don’t get why you took this job from the Dark Alliance. It’s so boring I don’t even have much to do,” the youth remarked, shooting the cultivator a sideways glance.

“The pay is good, and the job is simple. Is that reason enough?”

“Simple? I wouldn’t be so sure. I’ve heard the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan has two formidable Linggen disciples.

If they send one of them to investigate, we might be in for trouble,” the youth warned.

“I’ve already investigated them. One is Yun Yanshuang, at the peak of the sixth stage of Embryo Breath. The other is Yun Yantian, at the sixth stage as well. Neither are worth worrying about,” the cultivator said confidently.

“Let’s hope you’ve got it right. Otherwise, if we bite off more than we can chew, it could cost us our lives,” the youth said, his tone skeptical.

“Have you ever known me to act without confidence?”

“As rogue cultivators, our pursuit of immortality is already fraught with danger. It’s far riskier for us than for the descendants of cultivation clans.

Without thorough preparation, how could we dare to risk our lives against others?”

 

Chapter 128: Life is not easy

“Once we finish this task, we’ll both earn a generous sum of spirit stones,” the middle-aged cultivator said.

“Afterward, we can find a secluded cave and enter seclusion for a few years to safely improve our cultivation.”

The black-clad youth, chewing on a blade of grass, rested his hands behind his head and stared at the broken roof of the old temple, through which he could see the gloomy, overcast sky. He murmured wistfully, “Honestly, I’d like to find a Dao partner, start a family, and slowly build my own clan.

Maybe, over time, I could grow it into something as prominent as the Three Great Houses. It’d be far better than living as a rogue cultivator, risking my life on a knife’s edge every day.”

“Building a clan is no easy feat,” the middle-aged cultivator replied with a sigh.

“You only see the glory of the Three Great Houses now, but you don’t realize how many generations, even dozens of generations, of bloodshed and struggle it took for them to achieve their current stature.

Even now, they’re constantly fighting to secure their position and maintain their legacy.

Establishing a legacy is hard. Preserving it is even harder.”

The middle-aged cultivator’s tone was tinged with both criticism and deep lamentation.

“I thought living as a rogue cultivator would bring freedom and peace,” he continued. “But it turns out this life isn’t much better than the alternatives. If I’d known, I might’ve preferred to remain a mortal.”

“A mortal?” the youth scoffed. “Base insects, lives as fragile as grass. In this blood-soaked world, mortals have it even harder.”

“So, if this isn’t easy and that isn’t easy, what is the path to true freedom?” the youth asked, frustration plain on his face.

“Death is true freedom,” the middle-aged cultivator replied indifferently.

“Unless, of course, death makes you a wandering ghost, captured by some Daoist priest or turned into a puppet by a cultivator. That would be even worse,” the youth retorted, rolling his eyes.

“In this world, all beings struggle. The so-called cage of life is universal. Only those who attain the true path of immortality may transcend it and roam the heavens freely,” the older man said, gazing outside the temple at a swift rain-swallow darting through the sky. The idea of true freedom through immortality filled his heart with longing.

“But how many can truly attain immortality?” the youth muttered.

“We cultivators strive for it, yet the road is paved with corpses,” he added, his expression darkening. For a moment, doubt clouded his thoughts about his own path forward.

“Someone’s coming!”

The youth’s musings were interrupted as his keen spiritual sense detected a powerful presence rapidly closing in on their location.

“So, Yun Warehouse Yun Clan’s Linggen disciple does have some skill,” the middle-aged cultivator remarked, his brows lifting slightly.

He hadn’t expected the Yun Clan to discover their presence so quickly.

“It seems to be a girl,” the youth noted with a smirk.

“That would be Yun Yanshuang, the strongest Linggen disciple of the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan,” the older man replied.

“A sword cultivator, right?”

“Indeed.”

“Are you handling this, or should I?” the youth asked, grinning.

“You’re no match for her with your inferior cultivation. I’ll take care of it,” the middle-aged cultivator replied, rising leisurely and walking out of the temple as if on a casual stroll.

“Be careful. That Yun Yanshuang brought a spirit beast with her. Its cultivation is roughly at the fourth stage of Embryo Breath,” the youth added.

“I know,” the older man replied calmly.

A graceful figure descended onto the branch of a towering tree outside the temple. Yun Yanshuang’s piercing gaze fixed on the temple’s entrance as the middle-aged cultivator stepped out, hands clasped behind his back.

Behind her, the Golden-Eyed Beast landed with Yun Yanshui on its back, keeping its distance while Yanshui gripped his black war bow tightly, ready for action.

“Who are you? Why summon a Tongzi Demon to cause trouble at my Yun Clan’s market?” Yun Yanshuang asked coldly, her tone unyielding.

“Just a rogue cultivator, hardly worth mentioning,” the older man replied with a faint smile.

“As for why I disrupted your market—your Yun Clan should learn its place. Building a cultivation market isn’t something your clan is capable of,” he added, his tone calm and measured.

At his waist hung a gourd adorned with blood-red talismanic markings. As he uncorked it, a black mist seeped out, thick with malice and sinister energy.

The mist coalesced into the form of a ghostly figure—a half-sized Tongzi Demon covered in green scales, with crimson eyes and jagged fangs.

The demon’s malevolent gaze locked onto Yun Yanshuang, radiating an aura of relentless hatred.

“You’re deliberately sabotaging my clan’s efforts. Clearly, someone has sent you,” Yun Yanshuang deduced, her voice icy.

“Impressive. I underestimated you, Yun Clan’s Linggen disciple. You discerned the truth from just a few words,” the older man admitted, a hint of admiration in his tone.

For a moment, he marveled at the young woman’s sharp intuition. Though still young, she possessed a keen mind and formidable skill.

The Yun Warehouse Yun Clan’s future looked bright with such talents.

But this time, the Yun Clan had crossed a line, threatening certain interests. They would have to pay the price.

“Who sent you?”

“No comment,” the man said, his tone turning cold.

“So, you’ll only talk after tasting some pain?” Yun Yanshuang’s voice turned icy as she flipped her hand, summoning her Qingshuang Sword into her grasp.

As she gripped the blade, spiritual energy surged into it, and an overwhelming aura erupted from her body.

The middle-aged cultivator’s expression stiffened, his brows furrowing deeply. Embryo Breath, seventh stage? He hadn’t anticipated that the Yun Clan’s Linggen disciple had advanced her cultivation so rapidly.

Swish!

With a swift swing, her sword unleashed a torrent of sword energy.

The middle-aged cultivator quickly regained his focus, stepping lightly off the ground to narrowly dodge the incoming attack.

But before he could steady himself, Yanshuang activated Treading Snow Without a Trace, instantly closing the gap. In a flash, her sword tip was a mere half-inch from his brow.

So fast!

His pupils contracted as he marveled at her terrifying speed and skill. Yet, relying on years of combat experience, he barely managed to evade the deadly strike.

With a flick of his fingers, he threw a Thunder Spirit Talisman into the air.

Crackle!

Bolts of lightning, as numerous as writhing dragons and serpents, surged forth with a menacing roar, targeting Yanshuang.

The Thunder Spirit Talisman, a second-grade yellow-tier talisman, could grievously wound a cultivator at the fifth stage of Embryo Breath. Against someone at the seventh stage, however, it would merely slow them down.

In response, Yanshuang pointed her sword forward, conjuring countless sword shadows.

The swarm of sword shadows merged into a protective barrier before her, like a shield, intercepting the lightning bolts one by one until the talisman’s power was fully dissipated.

The middle-aged cultivator’s expression darkened as he muttered under his breath, “Such dense and solid spiritual energy, a high cultivation level, exceptional movement techniques, and mastery of sword arts… This Linggen disciple of the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan is no simple opponent.

Her abilities rival those of the Linggen disciples from the Three Great Houses and Seven Prominent Clans.

It’s hard to imagine that the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan, a small cultivation family with only a few years of history, could nurture such a prodigy.”

Realizing that the Thunder Spirit Talisman had utterly failed to hinder her, the cultivator grew increasingly uneasy. His prior intelligence about her abilities was clearly outdated.

This duel was becoming far more perilous than he’d anticipated—carelessness could very well cost him his life.

“Tongzi Demon, attack!”

Seeing his talisman’s failure, the cultivator barked an order without hesitation.

The Tongzi Demon, who had been waiting eagerly, immediately transformed into a black mist and lunged toward Yanshuang with a ferocious roar.

“Do you think a mere sixth-stage Embryo Breath spirit can contend with me?”

Yanshuang’s expression remained cold as she swung her sword backward. A powerful wave of sword energy slammed into the charging demon, sending it hurtling backward.

The cultivator, however, had not pinned his hopes on the Tongzi Demon defeating Yanshuang. Instead, he used the distraction to draw two more talismans from his pouch: a Fireball Talisman and an Ice Arrow Talisman, both second-grade yellow-tier.

Just as he infused spiritual energy into the talismans to activate them, a sudden and overwhelming sense of danger gripped his heart.

Turning his gaze, he saw a luminous arrow of spiritual energy speeding toward him like a bolt of lightning—too fast to evade.

Thud!

The arrow struck with devastating force, piercing through his shoulder and sending him crashing to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

The two talismans slipped from his fingers, their power dissipating as they hit the ground.

The golden-eyed beast, with Yun Yanshui on its back, now became the center of attention. His calm demeanor belied his sharp senses, which quickly locked onto the fleeing black-clad youth, who had been watching the battle from the temple.

Drawing his bow once more, Yanshui infused it with spiritual energy. Another arrow swiftly materialized and shot forward, cutting through the air with a sharp whistle.

“Damn it! That idiot!”

The fleeing youth cursed under his breath.

“I specifically asked him if he had thoroughly investigated the situation, so we wouldn’t get caught off guard.

He swore everything was fine! And now it turns out that Yun Yanshuang is far stronger than expected.

And that boy riding the spirit beast? He’s even more terrifying—he took down that fool with a single arrow!”

He clenched his fists, frustration and fear mingling as he muttered, “This mission… it’s a loss!

The Yun Warehouse Yun Clan has more than just Yanshuang and Yantian. There’s a third Linggen disciple!”

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he realized the gravity of his mistake. “This mission can’t continue. If I don’t leave now, I’ll lose my life.”

The youth activated a Swift Movement Talisman, hoping to escape further pursuit. But as he took his first step, another spiritual arrow pierced through the air, striking him in the back of the head.

Thud!

The arrow tore through his skull, spraying blood and brain matter as his lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

 

Chapter 129 Waste

“Brother, you were too harsh. That man’s life force is completely severed by your arrow—he didn’t even have the strength to speak his final words. Now we can’t interrogate him to find out who ordered him to target our Yun Clan,” Yun Yanshuang said, casting a disapproving glance at her brother.

“No matter. Even if he’s dead, I can more or less guess who’s behind this,” Yun Yanshui replied calmly, his cold gaze fixed on the dying middle-aged cultivator.

“So careless…”

The pale-faced cultivator lay slumped on the ground, his life slipping away. His eyes struggled to focus on the Yun siblings as he rasped, “To think… the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan harbors such a great secret—a… a cultivator without a spiritual root!”

“Hahaha! No wonder your clan has risen so quickly. With such fortune behind you, once word gets out, it will undoubtedly bring calamity upon you!

The question is, does your clan have what it takes to keep this secret forever? If not, the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan is doomed to destruction.

Hahaha! I’ll be waiting for you in the afterlife!”

As the man’s mocking laughter faded, Yun Yanshui remained silent. Only when the cultivator drew his final breath did he summon Yanling Bonefire, reducing the corpse to a pile of ash.

“Brother, earlier you said you knew who orchestrated these two rogue cultivators to target our family. Who is it?” Yanshuang asked, watching her brother burn the body to ashes.

“The Yulin Wang Clan. There’s no one else,” Yanshui replied as he crouched to rummage through the cultivator’s belongings, pulling out a storage pouch.

“The Wang Clan? How is that possible? With my master overseeing things, how could the Wang Clan dare act against us?” Yanshuang asked, puzzled.

“That’s precisely why they didn’t act openly. Instead, they used rogue cultivators with no clear ties to them. This way, our clan has no concrete evidence or leverage against them, avoiding the wrath of your master,” Yanshui explained while opening the pouch.

Inside, he found a surprising array of items: roughly 500 lower-grade spirit stones, two bottles of Embryo Breath Pills, one bottle of Healing Elixirs, several spiritual talismans, a cultivation manual, a ghost-taming manual, and three yellow-tier grade-three spiritual ores—White Bone Feather, Phoenix Heart Stone, and Earthfire Essence.

Yanshui pocketed the three spiritual ores, planning to use them to enhance his Dark Green War Bow. The remaining items he handed over to his sister.

“What does the Wang Clan hope to gain by doing this?” Yanshuang asked, her confusion deepening as she accepted the storage pouch.

“Their market was destroyed, and now we’re planning to build a new one. What do you think they’re after?” Yanshui retorted, exasperated by her naivety.

Realization dawned on Yanshuang. “So the Wang Clan sees us as stealing their business opportunities.”

“Finally, your brain’s working,” Yanshui said with a wry smile, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Yanshuang puffed out her cheeks indignantly, folding her arms in frustration.

“Dog brat, go fetch the other corpse,” Yanshui ordered, directing his gaze at the Golden-Eyed Beast.

The beast leapt away, disappearing in a blur. Moments later, it returned with the black-clad youth’s mangled corpse dangling from its mouth.

Reaching out, Yanshui plucked the storage pouch from the body. Just as he began clearing the spiritual imprint from the pouch, the Golden-Eyed Beast unexpectedly gulped down the corpse in one swift motion.

“What the hell? That’s not food! Spit it out! Don’t go swallowing random things!” Yanshui yelled, rushing over to smack the beast on the head.

But the Golden-Eyed Beast ignored him, letting out a satisfied burp. As it digested the body, its aura subtly grew stronger.

“Brother, the Golden-Eyed Beast seems to have absorbed the rogue cultivator’s body and gained a bit of power,” Yanshuang remarked, noticing the change.

“Of course. For ages, humans and demons have been at odds.

To humans, demons are treasure troves—their bodies used for alchemy and crafting to enhance cultivation.

But to demons, humans are equally valuable, especially cultivators, whose bodies can boost demonic power and stabilize their cultivation,” Yanshui mused, reflecting on the beast’s behavior.

Glancing at the pile of ashes near the temple, he sighed. “If I’d thought of this earlier, I wouldn’t have burned that one. What a waste—could’ve been beast food.”

Shaking off his annoyance, Yanshui inspected the contents of the youth’s storage pouch. Inside, he found 157 lower-grade spirit stones, a bottle of Embryo Breath Pills, a bottle of Healing Elixirs, three Swift Movement Talismans, three Shield Light Talismans, and a shimmering silver brush.

“This… is a spirit tool?”

“No, brother, it’s a talisman brush!”

“A talisman brush?”

“Yes! Master mentioned that talisman makers use these brushes to draw talismans. The higher the grade of the brush, the higher the success rate for creating talismans.”

“We can bring this back and give it to Brother Yantian. He’s been learning talisman crafting under Master lately but has been struggling without proper brushes or paper for practice.”

“Oh, it looks like there are a few blank talisman papers here too! Haha, we can send those to Brother Yantian along with the brush.”

“Fine, we’ll go with your idea. Let’s bring these back for him so he can master talisman crafting as soon as possible.”

The night was heavy, and dark clouds obscured the moon.

Yun Yanling stood quietly in the corridor, draped in a fox-fur cloak. Her gaze rested on the partially hidden moon in the sky, her beautiful, serene face tinged with worry.

“It’s so late. Why aren’t you resting?”

Qin Zhan stepped out of their room, freshly washed, and gently pulled Yun Yanling into his arms.

“I’m worried about Yanshui and Yanshuang. I don’t know how they’re doing,” Yanling said softly, leaning into his embrace.

“I heard that the Tongzi Demon was quite powerful. The cultivator controlling it must also be formidable.

I’m afraid that Shuang’er might have a hard time handling it on her own.”

“Shuang’er is our Yun Clan’s strongest Linggen disciple. If she dared to confront the cultivator, she must have the skills and means to handle it. Don’t worry too much,” Qin Zhan reassured her.

“I hope so. If anything happens to them, I wouldn’t be able to face my fourth uncle,” Yanling murmured, still uneasy.

“Ling’er and Brother Zhan are so lovey-dovey, aren’t they? Even at night, they’re cuddling in the corridor.”

A playful voice suddenly interrupted, startling the couple as they quickly stepped apart.

They turned to see Yun Yanshuang standing a short distance away, a mischievous smile on her face. Clearly, she had caught sight of their affectionate moment.

Yanling’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, while Qin Zhan awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“Why were you gone so long? Where’s your brother?” Yanling asked, suppressing her embarrassment and feigning a stern tone.

“My brother was so exhausted from the trip that he went straight to bed and is already snoring,” Yanshuang replied, still grinning.

“Thank goodness you’re both safe,” Yanling said with a relieved sigh.

“Ling’er, everything has been taken care of. Tomorrow, you can notify the authorities to make a public announcement.

The craftsmen can also return to the market to resume work,” Yanshuang explained.

“Did you find out who was behind this?”

“It was two rogue cultivators. Based on my brother’s deductions, it’s likely the Wang Clan orchestrated this.

However, the rogue cultivators had no direct ties to the Wang Clan, so there’s no evidence for us to confront them,” Yanshuang explained.

“The Wang Clan?” Yanling frowned, her expression thoughtful.

“The Wang Clan’s cultivation market was destroyed, and rebuilding it will take a lot of time and effort. When they found out that our Yun Clan was establishing a new market, it’s natural they wouldn’t want us to ‘steal food from their mouths.’

Yanshui’s guess is probably correct,” Qin Zhan said in a serious tone.

“After this incident, the Wang Clan is unlikely to give up so easily. They’ll probably continue scheming behind the scenes,” he added.

“Don’t worry, Ling’er. Once I report this situation to Uncle tomorrow, I’ll return to oversee the market.

I’m sure Uncle will also assign some clan guards to protect the site,” Yanshuang reassured her.

“Clan guards won’t be enough. Tomorrow morning, I’ll meet with Lord Lu and request a thousand elite soldiers to patrol and guard the market day and night,” Yanling said resolutely.

 

Chapter 130 Ruins News

“The Dark Alliance?”

Yun Yunyang was visibly surprised after hearing his niece recount the events that had transpired at the Yuncang market.

“Yes, the two rogue cultivators who maliciously stirred up trouble at the market were members of the Dark Alliance,” Yun Yanshuang confirmed, producing a token she had taken from the middle-aged cultivator.

The token was pitch black, made from an unknown metallic material, with the words “Dark Alliance” inscribed in bold, flowing strokes.

“What kind of sect is this ‘Dark Alliance’?” Yun Yunyang asked, examining the token with a curious expression.

“Cousin Yunyang, the Dark Alliance isn’t a sect or a cultivation clan. It’s an organization loosely formed by rogue cultivators from all over the Yue Kingdom,” Yun Yunrui explained from his seat.

“Based on gathered intelligence, this organization accepts missions from various cultivation families across the Yue Kingdom and publishes them for its members.

Cultivators who join the Dark Alliance can choose suitable tasks from its headquarters. Upon completion, they receive corresponding rewards.

The harder the task, the higher the reward.

This is one of the primary means by which rogue cultivators earn cultivation resources.”

Yun Yunrui’s explanation came from the intelligence network he had recently established for the Yun Clan. Clan members stationed in various shops and businesses acted as informants, reporting any noteworthy information to the clan.

These reports were meticulously compiled and stored in the clan’s library, providing invaluable insights for the Linggen disciples and other family members.

“A rogue cultivator organization? This is my first time hearing about it,” Yun Yunyang said, nodding in understanding.

“Uncle, my brother suspects that these two rogue cultivators were instructed by the Wang Clan to target our family.”

“Without sufficient evidence, this remains speculation. However, the Wang Clan does have the strongest motive to obstruct our efforts in establishing a market.

Since these two rogue cultivators failed their mission, I doubt the Wang Clan will let this matter rest.”

“Which is why I request permission to station myself at the market to prevent further interference from the Wang Clan. Once the market operations stabilize, I will return to the clan,” Yanshuang proposed.

“Very well. The responsibility is yours,” Yun Yunyang agreed.

“I will also dispatch some clan guards to assist you in patrolling and securing the area. You’ll have full authority over them.”

“Thank you, Uncle.”

Yanshuang, grinning, handed over two storage pouches to Yun Yunyang. “These were taken from the two rogue cultivators. I leave them with the clan for safekeeping.

Inside, there are blank talisman papers and a talisman brush. They’ll be useful for Brother Yantian to practice talisman crafting.”

“Haha! Excellent, truly excellent!” Yun Yunyang exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

He had been fretting about how to provide Yantian with the necessary materials for his practice. These ready-made treasures were an unexpected blessing.

“This time, Shuang’er has truly made great contributions. Do you want to keep anything from the storage pouches for yourself?”

“Hehe, I’ve already taken some spirit stones, Embryo Breath Pills, and Healing Elixirs for myself,” Yanshuang said with a smile.

“Good. Yunrui, allocate the remaining resources to Yantian, Wenxuan, Wenyu, and Wenrun to aid their cultivation.

As for Wenlong and Wenfeng, they’re still infants and can’t cultivate yet. Set aside resources for them to use in the future,” Yun Yunyang instructed.

“Understood, Cousin Yunyang,” Yun Yunrui replied, standing to take the pouches and leaving the ancestral hall.

In the days that followed, Yanshuang took up residence at the Yuncang market to oversee operations and prevent further sabotage.

Yun Yunyang also dispatched dozens of well-trained clan guards to patrol the market regularly.

Additionally, the county magistrate, Chang Yuan, deployed a thousand elite soldiers to patrol day and night, ensuring the market’s safety.

Under such tight security, the hundreds of craftsmen working on the market repairs were well-protected, and progress proceeded smoothly.

A month later, Yun Yanbai and Qin Yue successfully held their wedding. In the presence of their parents, family, and friends, the couple finally tied the knot and fulfilled their long-awaited union.

However, due to the ongoing work at the market…

Yun Yanshui, Yun Yanshuang, and Yun Yanbai were unable to leave their responsibilities at the market to attend Yun Yanbai’s wedding. Instead, they sent their blessings to the newlyweds through messengers.

“Elder, the Dark Alliance’s mission failed.

The Yun Clan’s market is now under the personal protection of Yun Yanshuang. Yun Yunyang and the county captain have also deployed numerous elite soldiers to guard it.

Disciple suspects that the Yun Clan may have deduced that our Wang Clan was behind the trouble.

Moving forward, it will likely be much harder for our Wang Clan to secretly meddle,” Wang Zhongtian reported solemnly to Wang Qingshan after learning of the failed mission.

“That Yun Yanshuang is truly remarkable. At such a young age, she’s already at the Embryo Breath Stage, seventh layer.

The two rogue cultivators sent by the Dark Alliance—one at the seventh layer and the other at the fifth layer—couldn’t stand a chance against her alone!”

“Disciple has since sent others to disrupt the Yun Clan’s market construction, but every attempt failed.

The Dark Alliance’s rogue cultivators are simply no match for Yun Yanshuang,” Wang Zhongtian said, his face filled with unease.

“Sigh! Enough!” Wang Qingshan sighed heavily. “The Yun Clan is unstoppable now. Unless we send our own cultivators to intervene directly, there’s no suppressing the Yuncang Yun Clan anymore.

However, doing so would give the Yun Clan evidence to use against us.

If that blind Daoist elder learns of this…”

Wang Qingshan trailed off, his expression growing grim.

The mere thought of the blind elder sent a chill down his spine. Were it not for that figure standing behind the Yun Clan, how could he have allowed the family to rise unchecked?

“Let’s set this matter aside for now. How is the reconstruction of our family’s market progressing?”

“Everything is on schedule,” Wang Zhongtian replied. “Disciple has recruited many laborers from nearby counties and dispatched some of the family’s cultivators to assist.

We’ve also hired numerous rogue cultivators from the Dark Alliance.

The reconstruction is proceeding swiftly. I believe the market will be restored to its former state before the Yun Clan completes their new market.”

“Once our market is fully rebuilt, our family’s reputation will quickly restore it to its former bustling state, generating a steady stream of wealth for us,” Wang Zhongtian added confidently.

“What of the Upper Three Families? Have they caused any trouble?”

“They’ve sent people to sabotage our efforts in secret, but the Second Elder intercepted them.”

“The Second Elder is still stationed there?” Wang Qingshan asked.

“Yes. After recovering from the injuries sustained during the Gu Master Cult ambush, the Second Elder personally leads the family’s cultivators to oversee the reconstruction at the Yulin Lake market, ensuring the Upper Three Families don’t interfere.”

“With my second brother handling the situation, I’m at ease,” Wang Qingshan said, nodding.

“How is Liyuan’s expedition to the Danding Sect ruins progressing? It should have been some time now.”

“Yes, Elder.”

“Any complications?”

“The soul lamps remain intact, with no signs of mishap. According to reports, Liyuan and his team seem to have acquired some fortuitous opportunities from the Danding Sect ruins and have already returned to the clan.”

“Good. In the future, send disciples to continue exploring the ruins for any remaining fortunes.

You may leave now. I must return to my cultivation.”

“Disciple takes his leave.”

Wang Zhongtian bowed and exited the hall.

Meanwhile, in Yuncang County, within the Yun Clan ancestral hall:

“Cousin Yunyang, we’ve gathered new information about the Danding Sect ruins,” Yun Yunrui said as he entered the hall hastily.

The head of the family, Yun Yunyang, was meeting with Yun Yunlin and other clan elders, discussing important family matters.

“Explain in detail,” Yun Yunyang said, his brow furrowing with interest.

He had long considered sending Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian to explore the Danding Sect ruins in search of opportunities. However, the potential dangers—combined with the fierce competition from other families and rogue cultivators—had made him hesitate.

He decided to wait until others had explored the ruins to gauge the risks before making a final decision.