Chapter 131 Advance Preparation

“This time, the three Upper Families and six other clans sent people to the Danding Sect ruins. However, the Tongsan Xia Clan did not act rashly.

Additionally, several other cultivation families and a number of rogue cultivators from Yue Country also ventured there to seek opportunities.

Even some families and rogue cultivators from Wu Country joined the exploration.

There was a fierce battle between the two sides when they crossed paths in the ruins, and most of the casualties were rogue cultivators with no significant backing or strength.

It is said that nearly five hundred rogue cultivators died in the battle, most of them at the Embryo Breath Stage, ranging from the first to the fourth layer.”

“Among the Upper Families, their dispatched spiritual-rooted heirs all managed to obtain a portion of the ruins’ treasures.

Some even comprehended new paths and advanced two minor stages in their cultivation on the spot.

As for the Wang Clan, only Wang Liyuan acquired any opportunities from the ruins, but no one knows exactly what he obtained.

The heirs of the other five clans failed to gain anything substantial. On the contrary, they nearly lost their lives and consumed a significant amount of talismans and pills. Their efforts were ultimately not worth the cost,” Yun Yunrui explained solemnly.

The gathered elders listened in contemplative silence.

“It seems the Upper Three Families and the Wang Clan are truly blessed with fortune,” Yun Yunyang remarked, sighing deeply.

The apparent luck surrounding those four families couldn’t be overlooked. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been possible for their heirs to obtain fortuitous opportunities while others suffered grievous losses, wasting resources or even their lives.

“By the way, there’s another matter I must bring to your attention,” Yun Yunrui added.

“What is it?”

“The Blue Scales Sun Clan sent the Sun Fenglin brothers to the Danding Sect ruins as well.”

“Did they manage to obtain any opportunities?”

“No, quite the opposite. The Blue Scales Sun Clan lost one of their spiritual-rooted heirs.”

“Oh? Who was it?”

“Sun Fengli. Rumor has it that he stumbled upon what he believed to be a great treasure within the ruins and tried to claim it by force.

Unfortunately, he triggered a formation trap and perished, leaving not even a body behind.

The Sun Clan is now in mourning. Losing a spiritual-rooted heir at the Embryo Breath Stage, second layer, is an irreparable loss for their family.”

“Did Yansong and Fengyu visit to offer condolences?”

“They did,” Yun Yunrui nodded. “Before leaving, I instructed Yansong to prepare some modest gifts for the occasion.”

“Sun Tianming has been too eager to push the Sun Clan forward in recent years. Losing a spiritual-rooted heir in such a manner must have made him regret his hasty decisions bitterly,” Yun Yunyang commented with a faint frown.

“Indeed. It’s said that Sun Fengli’s death caused significant strife within the Sun Clan.

Their leadership is now divided into two factions:

One faction accuses Sun Tianming of being overly aggressive and incapable of leading the clan effectively, demanding that he step down as patriarch.

The other faction argues that Sun Tianming has worked tirelessly for the Sun Clan’s prosperity and is the only one fit to lead.”

“Sun Tianming has two sons who are both spiritual-rooted heirs. Those in the clan clamoring for his resignation are fools,” Yun Yunyang said with a cold laugh.

“Cousin Yunyang, you’re absolutely right.

With two spiritual-rooted sons under his banner, it’s impossible for the dissenters to oust him from the patriarchal seat.

If anything, their actions will only provoke Sun Tianming’s ire,” Yun Yunrui replied, nodding in agreement.

“No doubt, Sun Tianming will spend the coming months consolidating his position and eliminating dissent within the clan.

The Sun Clan will be in turmoil for some time. This incident will severely weaken them, ensuring they remain no threat to us for the foreseeable future.”

Yun Yunyang smiled faintly, glancing out the window at the bright, clear sky.

“That said, the Danding Sect ruins seem fraught with peril.

So many cultivators risked their lives to gain opportunities there, with many losing them in the process.

If we’re to send Yanshuang and Yantian to the ruins, we must make ample preparations,” Yun Yunyang continued, his tone thoughtful.

“Cousin, I agree entirely.

Perhaps we should wait until Yanshuang and Yantian’s cultivation levels rise further, giving them a greater chance of success in the Danding Sect ruins,” Yun Yunrui suggested.

“Let us not act prematurely. The opportunities there will still be waiting when the time is right,” Yun Yunyang concluded.

“Shuāng’er and Tian’er’s cultivation levels have both improved remarkably,” Yun Yunyang began, “but it is also clear that our family’s prospects have brightened in these five years.

Tian’er is nearing a breakthrough from the sixth layer of the Embryo Breath Stage, and as for Shuang’er, she’s already entered the seventh layer. These strides speak volumes about the strength of their dedication—and the family’s focus on nurturing talent.”

As the conversation turned to future plans, Yun Yunrui addressed a topic of growing importance.
“The Danding Sect ruins,” he said, “are rumored to reopen next mid-summer.”

“That gives us just over half a year,” Yun Yunyang mused aloud.

“Cousin Yunyang,” Yun Yunrui inquired, “why does the reopening date concern you so?”

“From now until then, the family’s focus must shift,” Yun Yunyang declared.
“We will prioritize the resources we’ve accumulated, allocating them toward strengthening Shuāng’er and Tian’er.

If we ensure their cultivation and abilities advance in the coming months, we may give them the best chance to secure the sect’s fortuitous opportunities when the time comes.”

Yun Yunrui nodded solemnly. “Understood, cousin. I’ll see to it that the distribution reflects this priority.”

“Cousin Yunyang, Yun Yue has returned to the estate!”

The report from a clan member caused Yun Yunyang to brighten. “Yun Yue? He’s been stationed at the Obsidian Mine in Chuyun Mountain for five years. Let him in immediately!”

Moments later, Yun Yun Yue entered the hall, his demeanor marked by both humility and weariness. Time in the remote mining regions had weathered him, his skin darker and his frame leaner from the years of labor.

“Big brother!” he called warmly.

“Yun Yue! It’s been too long!” Yun Yunyang crossed the room, clasping his younger brother’s shoulders with obvious relief.
“These years you’ve spent safeguarding the Obsidian Mine—your dedication has ensured the family’s prosperity. You have my deepest gratitude.”

“Family business is my duty,” Yun Yun Yue replied modestly.

After a brief pause, Yun Yue grew solemn.
“Big brother, I’ve come with news. The Obsidian Mine is nearly exhausted. The remaining deposits are sparse, and at most, there’s three months’ worth of mining left.

What’s our next move? Has the family identified a new source of resources?”

Yun Yunyang nodded reassuringly. “Indeed. Just before your return, Yan Shui and the Golden-Eyed Beast discovered a Grade Three Yellow-ranked mineral vein deep within Yuncang Mountain.

This new vein, richer than the Obsidian Mine, produces a material known as White Bone Quills—more valuable and versatile than obsidian.”

Yun Yue’s eyes lit up with interest. “White Bone Quills? A fortune lies in such a discovery. Where is the site located?”

“Not far from home,” Yun Yunyang answered, smiling. “It’s within easy reach. Once we begin operations, you’ll no longer have to spend years in the mountains—our family can build from here without separating from loved ones.”

“After years at Chuyun Mountain,” Yun Yue admitted with a chuckle, “it will be a blessing to work so close to home. I’m grateful for this arrangement.”

“For tonight,” Yun Yunyang continued warmly, “we’ll put aside work to celebrate your return. Yunrui!”

“Yes, cousin?”

“Send word throughout the estate—have our people arrange a grand feast in Yun Yue’s honor. We’ll also welcome back the others who toiled beside him at the mine.

And while you’re at it, invite Mr. Yu, too. It’s been too long since we last shared his company at such gatherings.”

“I’ll see to it right away,” Yun Yunrui said, smiling as he left to make the arrangements.

As they left the hall together, Yun Yun Yue marveled at the changes that had occurred within the family during his absence.

“Brother,” he said, “from Yan Tian’s letters, I’ve learned so much of the family’s progress.

Yan Song has become a father, Yan Bai is married to the Qin family’s daughter, and Yan Dong is soon to marry the esteemed Miss Lu at year’s end.

With seven spiritual-rooted heirs, our family has truly flourished these past five years. Prosperity seems to surround us!”

“Yes, Yun Yue,” Yun Yunyang replied, smiling contentedly. “The road ahead holds even greater promise for our family.”

 

Chapter 132: Civil strife in the Sun family

Pushing open the door, Yun Yanshui entered his younger sister’s room, cradling the now puppy-sized Golden-Eyed Beast in his arms.

His eyes immediately fell on his sister, who was deeply engrossed in refining a spirit pill. Knowing better than to interrupt, he silently moved to a chair at the side of the room and sat down quietly.

The Golden-Eyed Beast in his arms gave a lazy yawn and promptly drifted into a peaceful sleep.

It wasn’t until midnight, at the exact moment when the clock struck twelve, that Yun Yanshuang’s soft exclamation of “Open!” rang out.

The lid of the small alchemy furnace before her shot into the air, revealing a perfectly round spirit pill. With a swift motion, she reached out and caught the pill in her hand.

Examining the spirit pill she had painstakingly refined, Yun Yanshuang’s lips curved into a smile. “After all this effort, I’ve finally succeeded in creating one!”

In recent days, apart from her usual cultivation and assisting the family in crafting spirit tools, she had devoted herself entirely to learning alchemy and attempting to refine the Embryo Breath Pill.

However, her talent in alchemy was far from matching her natural gift for crafting.

As a result, she had wasted a fair share of the precious spirit herbs provided by Yun Yunxun, failing dozens of times before finally succeeding.

Now, for the first time, she had successfully created a Embryo Breath Pill, giving her a sense of accomplishment.

“This Embryo Breath Pill looks like it’s of decent quality,” came a voice from behind her, startling Yun Yanshuang.

“Brother, you scared me to death!” she exclaimed, spinning around.

“Am I really that frightening?”

“When did you come in?”

“I’ve been here for a while,” Yun Yanshui replied with a faint smile. “You were so focused on your pill refining that I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“But I have to say, you’re awfully bold. Refining pills with such concentration, completely unguarded… what would you do if someone tried to ambush you?

“Next time, let me know beforehand. I can stand guard for you so you won’t be disturbed.”

Yun Yanshui’s tone grew serious as he offered his advice.

Pill refining was a delicate process, and being interrupted could have dire consequences. At best, the furnace might explode, destroying the pill. At worst, the alchemist could suffer severe backlash, risking their life.

“I understand,” Yun Yanshuang replied obediently, carefully placing her freshly refined Embryo Breath Pill into her storage pouch.

“Brother, it’s so late. Why did you come to my room?” she asked, looking at him curiously as she took the sleeping Golden-Eyed Beast from his arms.

“The clan sent over some cultivation resources,” Yun Yanshui said as he settled beside her. “Sister Ling’er instructed me to deliver them to you personally.”

He removed the storage pouch from his belt and placed it on the table.

“So many spirit stones and Embryo Breath Pills?” Yun Yanshuang exclaimed in surprise as she peered into the pouch.

Though the clan regularly allocated resources for their cultivation, she had never received so much at once.

This time, the spirit stones and Embryo Breath Pills inside were enough to sustain her for an entire month.

“Sister Ling’er said it’s not just you—Brother Yantian also received a significant share of spirit stones and Embryo Breath Pills from the clan,” Yun Yanshui explained with a yawn.

“Why is the clan suddenly being so generous with cultivation resources?”

“They hope you and Brother Yantian can raise and stabilize your cultivation realms as much as possible before next summer, when the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect reopen,” Yun Yanshui explained.

“And this is only a three-day supply. Every three days, the clan will provide more.

“For now, you don’t need to worry about crafting tools or refining pills. Just focus entirely on your cultivation.”

“Does the clan intend for me and Brother Yantian to explore the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect?”

“Exactly. The other three great families and the Wang Clan’s Wang Liyuan all gained considerable fortuitous encounters in those ruins. Some even experienced epiphanies, breaking through two minor realms in a single day.

“Our uncles are understandably envious.

“However, they also worry about your safety. That’s why they’ve decided to provide you and Brother Yantian with ample resources to help you strengthen yourselves.

“When next summer comes, you’ll have the means to defend yourselves—or at least escape if necessary.

“Otherwise, you could end up like Sun Fengli.”

“What happened to Sun Fengli?”

“He’s dead.”

“Dead?!”

Yun Yanshuang froze, her mind drifting back to five years ago, to the youth she had encountered at the ancient battlefield of Mount Yunshan.

Although his arrogance and overbearing demeanor had left her with a strong sense of dislike, hearing news of his sudden death still caught her off guard, a stark reminder of the unpredictability of fate.

“I heard he died in the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect,” Yun Yanshui said grimly. “Not even his bones were recovered.

“And now, the Sun family seems to be on the verge of internal strife.”

“Brother Yansong and Sister Fengyu have already gone to the Sun family to pay their respects. Things over there are a mess—word has it that the family is splitting into two factions.”

“A civil war in the Sun family wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing for the Yun family,” Yun Yanshuang said quietly, lowering her gaze.

“You’re not wrong,” Yun Yanshui replied. “As Mr. Yu once said, ‘How can one allow others to snore beside their own bed?’”

“Isn’t it, ‘How can one allow others to sleep peacefully beside their own bed?’” Yun Yanshuang shot her brother with a reproachful look. She had told him to focus on his studies when they were younger, but he had insisted on running off with Yun Yandong and the others to raid bird nests in the hills.

“Ahem! It’s close enough,” Yun Yanshui coughed awkwardly, his lack of scholarly knowledge painfully apparent.

“The Sun family harbors the ambition of wolves and tigers. Sun Tianming, in particular, is determined to bring his family to prominence.

“If their internal unity strengthens, given how close they are to us, it’s only a matter of time before they become a formidable rival to the Yun family.

“This infighting saves us the trouble of dealing with them ourselves.”

“Still, I doubt Sun Tianming will let the Sun family fall into chaos so easily. I haven’t interacted with him much, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s cut from the same cloth as Uncle.

“He’s a man who understands patience. He’s willing to bow and scrape when necessary to achieve his goals.

“As long as he lives, the Sun family won’t truly descend into disorder,” Yun Yanshuang said with a grave expression, her tone filled with respect for her rival.

“You make a fair point,” Yun Yanshui admitted. “And with two sons who are both blessed with spirit roots, he has a powerful deterrent. The other faction wouldn’t dare act recklessly with them around.”

“Perhaps… it’s time to deal with Sun Tianming,” Yun Yanshui said coldly, a sharp gleam in his eyes.

“Uncle and the others have likely considered eliminating him as well,” Yun Yanshuang mused. “His death would plunge the Sun family into deeper chaos.

“With their leader gone, the two factions would inevitably turn on each other, worsening the strife.

“However, Uncle and the others are probably hesitant to act openly because of the marital ties between our families.

“That’s why they haven’t ordered Brother Yantian or me to act.”

“Leave it to me, then,” Yun Yanshui said as he stood up, stretching lazily before heading out the door.

Yun Yanshuang didn’t stop him. She knew all too well that blood ties between the two families were only superficial.

‘Those who are not of my kin must harbor hearts that differ from mine.’

The current harmony between the Yun and Sun families was built solely on the strength of the Yun family, forcing the Sun family to lower themselves and offer a daughter in marriage.

Should the Sun family ever rise to power, Sun Tianming would undoubtedly seek to compete with the Yun family. He would never idly watch as their influence grew unchecked.

Striking now, while the Sun family was weakened by internal discord, and assassinating Sun Tianming to deepen the divide between the two factions, was the most effective strategy.

Lanlin County, Sun Family Residence.

The night was deep, the stars sparse in the sky.

Sun Tianming sat in his study, staring at the extensive list of names in his hands. Every name belonged to a key leader of the opposing faction within his family. His expression grew darker by the moment.

“One misstep… and every step afterward leads to ruin,” he muttered.

“With my family embroiled in strife, the Yun family will undoubtedly take action from the shadows.

“If we fall now, the Sun family will never rise again.

“I cannot allow this infighting to continue, nor can I let my family crumble under my watch.”

His gaze turned cold as he clenched the list.

“Every single person on this list must be eliminated—no exceptions. Whether they are my brothers or cousins, they must all be purged.”

“Yes, Father,” came the reply.

In the room, Sun Fenglin and Sun Fengxuan rose, bowing before vanishing into the shadows like wraiths.

That night, every major figure within the opposing faction of the Sun family was quietly and efficiently silenced. No sound, no trace—just the cold, unrelenting finality of death.

Even in Lanlin County, the Sun family members responsible for overseeing their businesses were all assassinated that night, leaving no survivors.

 

Chapter 133: Take this as a lesson

“Grandfather, I’ve brought the tea you asked for!”

Outside the study, a young boy’s voice broke the silence.

“Come in,” Sun Tianming replied.

The door creaked open, and a boy of about thirteen, dressed in fine silk, entered the room carrying a tea set.

The boy’s sword-like brows and starry eyes bore a striking resemblance to Sun Fengli.

His name was Sun Fengyi, the younger half-brother of Sun Fengli, sharing the same father but born to a different mother. Without spiritual roots, he had been relegated to handling odd jobs for the family.

It was his responsibility to attend to Sun Tianming’s daily needs, learning the intricacies of family affairs under his grandfather’s guidance. The intention was to prepare him to eventually take on a role of influence and responsibility within the family hierarchy.

“You’ve worked hard, Fengyi,” Sun Tianming said warmly, looking at the boy who had come to deliver tea late at night.

“Compared to Grandfather, tirelessly managing the family’s affairs day and night, my efforts are hardly worth mentioning,” Sun Fengyi replied with a gentle smile.

He carefully set the tea set on the desk, ensuring every piece was neatly arranged, and poured a cup of tea for his grandfather.

Unlike his elder brother Sun Fengli, who was arrogant and self-absorbed, Sun Fengyi’s temperament was humble and gentle. His cautious and meticulous approach to everything had earned Sun Tianming’s favor.

“This time, your elder brother lost his life in the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect. Do you resent me for it?” Sun Tianming asked, taking a sip of tea as his gaze fell on the boy standing obediently by his side.

“Fate governs all things. My brother’s misfortune was simply his destiny and cannot be blamed on anyone else,” Sun Fengyi replied, bowing respectfully.

“But it was I who sent the three of them to the ruins in pursuit of that rare immortal opportunity.

“If I hadn’t made that decision, perhaps your elder brother would still be alive.”

Sun Tianming’s expression darkened, his voice tinged with sorrow.

“Many within the family have voiced their discontent in private, believing that I am too reckless,” he continued, his tone heavy with regret.

Caught in his own thoughts, Sun Tianming couldn’t help but question the choices he had made for the family over the years. Were his decisions right or wrong?

Did he truly possess the ability to lead the family effectively? Or was he merely clinging to his position as patriarch thanks to the spiritual root talent of his two sons?

Should he step down and allow someone more capable to take the reins, leading the family toward greater glory?

“The family may not understand your struggles, Grandfather, but I do,” Sun Fengyi said softly.

“Over the years, you’ve poured your heart and soul into the family, giving everything for its prosperity.

“Brother Fenglin and Brother Fengxuan have also trained relentlessly, sacrificing countless hours for the sake of the family’s strength.

“I’ve witnessed all of this.

“Though some within the family may not appreciate your efforts, I do.”

Hearing Sun Fengyi’s heartfelt words, Sun Tianming sighed deeply.

“If only your elder brother had been as cautious as you, he might not have met such a tragic end.”

Sun Tianming couldn’t help but lament. The stark difference between Sun Fengli and Sun Fengyi’s personalities and approaches to life was clear as day.

But then again, it wasn’t surprising.

Though they were brothers, they weren’t born of the same mother. Sun Fengyi’s mother was a concubine, and his upbringing had been markedly different.

“Grandfather, what’s done is done. There’s no need to blame yourself,” Sun Fengyi said gently, his voice soothing.

“It’s getting late, Grandfather. Please rest early. I shall take my leave now,” Sun Fengyi said respectfully.

“Mm. Go on,” Sun Tianming nodded, waving him off as he dismissed the boy.

Sun Fengyi carefully gathered the tea set, turned, and left the study.

Behind him, Sun Tianming, who had been preparing to return to his work, suddenly furrowed his brow. A sharp pain stabbed through his abdomen like a blade, leaving him feeling as if his insides were churning violently.

His strength drained from his body, and he collapsed onto the desk. Through blurred vision, he caught a fleeting glimpse of Sun Fengyi, who was just closing the door.

For a brief moment, the boy’s gaze met his—a look colder and more resentful than Sun Tianming had ever seen.

“You… you truly harbored resentment… against your grandfather…”

Before his vision faded entirely into darkness, Sun Tianming whispered his final words. Blood, black as ink, spilled from his mouth, splattering across the desk.

He was dead.

“The Sun family… is finished,” murmured Yun Yanshui.

Outside the study window, Yun Yanshui had been poised with his dark-green battle bow, prepared to strike Sun Tianming down with a single arrow. But upon witnessing the patriarch’s collapse after drinking the poisoned tea, he slowly lowered his weapon.

His mind lingered on the image of the thirteen-year-old boy, Sun Fengyi.

“A ruthless one,” he thought, disappearing into the night like a shadow.

Yun Family Manor.

Beneath the shade of a willow tree outside the estate, Yun Yunyang sat drinking with his brothers and cousins, accompanied by the blind elder Taoist.

“Sun Tianming is dead?” Yun Yunyang asked, stunned at the news.

“Yes, the news came this morning,” replied Yun Yunrui.

“How did he die?” Yun Yunyang frowned deeply.

He had been contemplating using the Sun family’s internal strife as an opportunity to eliminate Sun Tianming, intensifying the factional conflicts and hastening the family’s decline.

However, due to the marriage ties between the two families, he had decided against sending Shuang’er or Yantian to carry out the task.

But now, upon waking to the news of Sun Tianming’s death, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disbelief.

“He was poisoned by his nephew, Sun Fengyi.

“Sun Fengyi’s body and a handwritten suicide note were later discovered at his home by members of the Sun family. In the letter, he confessed to poisoning Sun Tianming to avenge his father and elder brother.”

“Sun Fengyi? Who is he?” Yun Yunyang asked, intrigued.

“Brother Yunyang, you may not know this, but Sun Fengyi is the younger half-brother of Sun Fengli. Though born of a different mother, the two were very close.

“When Sun Fengli tragically perished in the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect, Sun Fengyi placed all the blame on Sun Tianming. That’s why he decided to poison him.

“Furthermore, Sun Fengyi’s father, Sun Tianli, was the one who was driven mad five years ago by the walking corpses in Mount Yunshan.

“He also believed that it was Sun Tianming’s insistence on sending people to search for obsidian veins that led to his father’s downfall, which ruined their branch of the family.”

Yun Yunrui carefully explained Sun Fengyi’s background.

“Who would have thought there’d be such a story within the Sun family?” Yun Yunyang sighed.

“It doesn’t stop there.

“The relatives of those who died at Mount Yunshan, searching for obsidian veins, have long held a grudge against Sun Tianming.

“For five years, these people have been biding their time, waiting for an opportunity.

“Sun Fengli’s death was the spark that ignited the powder keg.

“They formed a faction in secret, aiming to force Sun Tianming to step down and further exacerbate the internal conflict within the family.”

“Last night, Sun Tianming, unable to tolerate the chaos any longer, ordered his two sons to eliminate all dissenters within the family.

“The investigation in Lanlin County has confirmed this.

“It was Sun Fenglin and Sun Fengxuan who carried out the killings.

“However, as cultivators, the two are untouchable under the laws of Yue State. The authorities cannot arrest them, and since the casualties were part of the Sun family’s internal strife, the local government has only issued a brief announcement and refrained from further involvement.”

“The Sun family’s downfall should serve as a lesson for our Yun family,” Yun Yunyang said with a heavy heart.

His words were as much a reminder to himself as they were to his brothers and cousins.

He vowed to ensure that such a tragedy would never befall the Yun family—that no internal strife would ever sap their strength and lead to their destruction.

“Brother Yunyang, should we go to offer condolences?”

“The Sun family is in complete disarray. Until their affairs settle, not even Sun Tianming’s body, or those of the others who died unjustly, can be properly buried.

“There will be no funeral to attend,” Yun Yunyang said with a bitter laugh, shaking his head.

“Yansong, why do you look so unsettled?” Yun Yunyang asked, noticing Yun Yansong returning from outside, his expression troubled.

“Uncle, the Sun family is in utter chaos, and Fengyu… she…”

“Did something happen to Fengyu?”

“No, but seeing her family fall apart like this has left her heartbroken. She tried to stop it but was powerless.

“According to her, Brother Fenglin and Brother Fengxuan have completely lost control.

“They’ve gone mad, slaughtering wildly within the family in response to Uncle Tianming’s assassination.

“The Sun family’s situation is beyond salvaging.”

“The Sun family’s matters are beyond our ability to intervene.

“Take good care of Fengyu. From now on, our Yun family is her only family.

“You can also bring her parents here, to live out their days in peace.

“The Sun family is no longer a safe place to stay.”

“I understand, Uncle,” Yun Yansong replied solemnly.

 

Chapter 134: Preparing to Enter Qi Refining

The Sun family, once a prominent name in Lanlin County, had descended into utter chaos, fracturing into irreparable pieces.

Sun Fenglin and Sun Fengxuan, in their quest for vengeance for their father, had ruthlessly purged dissenters within the family. In doing so, they had lost the support and trust of their entire clan.

Shunned and isolated, the two brothers had no choice but to bury their father’s body and then leave the Sun family behind forever.

The only remaining spiritual root bearer in the family was a child of not even six years old, too young to begin cultivation and far too inexperienced to shoulder the family’s future.

After Sun Tianming’s poisoning, the Sun family had no leader capable of uniting the clan and guiding it forward.

Of the remaining Sun clan members, some chose to leave Lanlin County, while others followed their wives to their in-laws’ homes, seeking a peaceful life.

Only a small fraction of the family, still holding faith in the Sun name, stayed behind in an attempt to rebuild. But their numbers were few, barely reaching a few dozen.

A once-proud cultivation family, the Sun clan had fallen in the wake of this calamity, their status reduced to that of an ordinary household.

Even the imperial court sent officials to revoke their noble title, stripping them of their recognition as a cultivation family and relegating them to the ranks of mundane aristocracy.

Yet the Sun family’s nightmare was far from over.

Within Lanlin County, certain powerful families who had long envied or resented the Sun family seized the opportunity to strike. Many Sun clan members were secretly targeted and killed.

The Su family of Lanlin County was particularly bold, orchestrating a plot to assimilate the remaining Sun clan members into their ranks. Those who complied were enslaved under the Su family’s banner.

Those who resisted were executed without mercy.

Even the young spiritual root bearer, who had yet to begin cultivating, was forcibly adopted into the Su family’s direct line and given the Su surname.

The ambitions of the Su family were clear to anyone paying attention. Their actions drew the gaze of other prominent figures in the county, who quickly discerned their growing aspirations.

“Sun Tianming’s death has led to the Sun family’s collapse far faster than I expected,” Yun Yanshui remarked, shaking his head as he discussed the news with his sister Yun Yanling and her husband, Qin Zhan.

The speed of the Sun family’s downfall, from internal strife to complete disintegration, was as swift and unstoppable as a raging tsunami.

“Indeed. My father was deeply shaken by the Sun family’s fate.

“He gathered the uncles overnight to draft a comprehensive set of family laws and protocols to prevent such a disaster from ever befalling our Yun family,” Yun Yanling said with a sigh.

The Sun family’s descent—from internal chaos, to collapse, to the enslavement of its members by the Su family—had taken less than a month.

“If Sun Fenglin and Sun Fengxuan hadn’t been expelled and forced to leave, the Sun family might not have fallen to such a miserable state,” Yun Yanshui commented quietly.

“A family torn by strife, a father poisoned in cold blood…

“Following their father’s orders to eliminate dissenters, they were exposed and lost the trust of the entire clan.

“Even if they had stayed, they wouldn’t have had the will or energy to lead the family forward,” Yun Yanling replied softly.

“Where do you think the two brothers will go?”

“Who knows? Perhaps they’ll become wandering cultivators, or maybe one day they’ll find a new opportunity to rebuild the Sun family’s former glory.

“But if I had to guess, they’ll likely head to the imperial capital and seek refuge with their second father.

“After all, he holds a position in the court, and the brothers have no other place to turn.”

“The Su family’s actions are surprising,” Yun Yanshui mused. “Taking in the remaining Sun clan members, reducing them to slaves, and even adopting the only spiritual root bearer into their direct line…

“Their ambition is plain for all to see. Aren’t they worried that raising the Sun family’s spiritual root child might come back to haunt them one day?”

“Moreover, Sun Fenglin and Sun Fengxuan are still alive, and their second father holds a position in the court.

“Doesn’t the Su family fear retaliation from this uncle and his nephews?”

“Ambition is never without risk,” Yun Yanling replied.

“According to the information gathered by our family, the Su clan once had the chance to rise as a cultivation family themselves.

“Many members of the Su clan hold significant positions in the court, some with considerable rank.

“One of their elders is even a political rival of Sun Fenglin and Fengxuan’s second father.

“For years, the Su clan has been striving to elevate their family to the status of a cultivation household and strengthen their influence.

“But they’ve lacked a spiritual root bearer in their lineage.

“Now that they’ve acquired the Sun family’s spiritual root child, it’s only a matter of time before the Lanlin Sun clan is rebranded as the Lanlin Su clan.”

“A whale falls, and all things flourish,” Yun Yanshui said with a wry smile.

“The fall of the Sun family has undoubtedly scattered their accumulated cultivation resources among the Su family and other prominent households.

“It wouldn’t be surprising if, in the future, Lanlin County sees not just the Su family but several new cultivation families rise to prominence.”

Yun Yanshui’s tone was thoughtful, tinged with both admiration and caution.

“That’s right! In the future, the number of rival families for the Yun clan will only increase,” Yun Yanling said with a serious tone.

“Once we’ve embarked on the path of a cultivation family, there is no turning back.

“If the Yun family ever falls apart, it will undoubtedly become prey to the other families of Yuncang County, devoured without mercy.”

“Enough of that,” she said with a faint smile, pulling her thoughts back to the present. “How’s the progress on the reconstruction of the market district?”

“Everything is going smoothly,” Yun Yanshui replied.

“Any troublemakers stirring things up?”

“None. It’s been peaceful lately. It seems the Wang family has decided to behave for now.

“With you overseeing things here and the protection of Yuncang County’s elite soldiers, the Wang family doesn’t stand much chance of stirring trouble.

“Unless their cultivators intervene personally, relying on hired rogue cultivators from the Shadow Alliance won’t achieve much.”

“Good.”

Yun Yanling glanced at the steadily revitalized market district and smiled. “It looks like the reconstruction is almost complete. We should start preparing for the grand opening ceremony.”

“I’ve heard that Uncle is planning to invite the court’s honored cultivator, Master Li, to attend the ceremony?”

“That’s correct.

“The market district’s reopening needs to reach the ears of rogue cultivators across the Yue Kingdom. My father is counting on Master Li to spread the word, letting everyone know that Yuncang County now has a dedicated market for trade and exchange.

“Only with a steady flow of rogue cultivators can the market truly function.

“Without them, the district would be an empty shell, serving no real purpose.”

“Very well. Sister Ling, you and Brother-in-law can handle the preparations for the grand opening.

“I’ll continue overseeing the work here and check in on Shuang’er’s cultivation progress.”

“All right,” Yun Yanling replied with a smile, nodding as she and Qin Zhan boarded a carriage bound for Yuncang County.

Holding the sleeping Golden-Eyed Beast in his arms, Yun Yanshui made his way to his sister’s room.

Gently pushing the door open, he found Yun Yanshuang deep in cultivation.

Not wanting to disturb her, he tiptoed inside and sat down in a quiet corner of the room.

It wasn’t until the sun climbed high into the sky that Yun Yanshuang completed her meditation. She absorbed and refined the energy of a Embryo Breath Pill before exhaling a long breath, releasing the impurities within her body.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp, chilling light as her gaze swept across the room, landing on Yun Yanshui resting against the wall.

With a smile, she greeted him, “Brother.”

“How’s your cultivation been lately? Any bottlenecks?”

“Everything’s been smooth. My cultivation level is now firmly stabilized at the seventh layer of the Embryo Breath Stage.

“Judging by my current progress, I should reach the peak of the seventh layer by the end of the year.”

“Your progress is impressive!”

“And you, Brother?”

“Me? I’m already at the peak of the ninth layer of the Embryo Breath Stage! With the progress of you, Brother Yantian, Wenxuan, Wenyu, and Wenrun, I’m nearing a breakthrough myself.

“I’m currently preparing to attempt the leap into the Qi Refining Stage.

“Still, I’m not sure if advancing to the Qi Refining Stage requires me to do anything special, or if I just need to wait for your cultivation to feed back into me.”

“That probably won’t work,” Yun Yanshuang said with a shake of her head.

“Why not?”

“Master said that Qi Refining cultivators survive by absorbing the vital energies of heaven and earth.

“The type of energy they absorb depends on the techniques they practice.

“If a cultivator absorbs impure energy or energy incompatible with their techniques, it could hinder their future cultivation path.”

“So, Brother, if you want to break into the Qi Refining Stage, you’ll need to follow the principles of your Three Pure Insights Sutra and absorb the unique Sun Essence and Rising Moon energies of yin and yang,” Yun Yanshuang explained seriously.

“My situation is a bit unusual, and the ancient bronze mirror doesn’t adhere to common logic.

“I suspect I won’t have to go through such trouble,” Yun Yanshui replied with a hint of humor.

“Well… when you put it that way, it does make sense. I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see for yourself, Brother,” Yun Yanshuang said with a thoughtful nod.

 

Chapter 135: Market Opening

“The end of the year is approaching, and Yandong’s wedding day is almost here,” Yun Yanshui remarked.

“The reconstruction of the market district is also nearly complete.”

“Time certainly flies,” he added, sitting down by the table, pouring himself a cup of hot tea, and taking a leisurely sip.

“Master often said that time is meaningless in cultivation,” Yun Yanshuang said thoughtfully.

“I never truly understood those words until I embarked on the path of cultivation myself. Only now do I grasp their meaning.”

She glanced out the window. The overcast sky had begun to release large, downy snowflakes. Her expression brightened with delight.

“Brother, it’s snowing!”

“Haha! Let’s go build a snowman!” Yun Yanshui exclaimed.

The snow was falling heavily, and before long, a thick layer of frost blanketed the ground.

With a laugh, he leaped out of the window and landed outside, immediately starting to build a snowman with unbridled joy.

The Golden-Eyed Beast, now no bigger than a puppy, bounded gleefully through the snow, occasionally diving headfirst into the fluffy piles. Its playful antics showed how much it loved the snow.

Yun Yanshuang stepped outside as well, channeling her spiritual energy to catch a delicate snowflake in her hand. Her clear, bright eyes studied the crystal-like formation with rapt attention.

“Mr. Yu once said that every snowflake in the world is unique,” she murmured softly.

Holding the shimmering flake, Yun Yanshuang could faintly make out its intricate, one-of-a-kind pattern.

“Really?” Yun Yanshui asked curiously, pausing his snowman-building efforts to glance her way.

“Yes! It’s incredible how nature works. Mountains, rivers, all living things, and even snowflakes—all so unique.

“They say the same applies to sword cultivators. Each one comprehends their own distinct sword intent,” she added.

Yun Yanshui chuckled as he finished shaping a snowman.

What he said casually, Yun Yanshuang took to heart.

Since attending the Wang family’s gathering and witnessing Lin Tiansheng and Wang Liyuan each demonstrate their sword intent, Yun Yanshuang had resolved to comprehend her own.

But sword intent was notoriously difficult to grasp.

Despite her daily, diligent practice, she had yet to break through.

Now, hearing her brother’s words and watching the falling snow, her thoughts wandered back to the scenes of Lin Tiansheng and Wang Liyuan unleashing their sword intent.

She recalled how the speed of their techniques shifted—beginning with blinding swiftness, then transitioning into deliberate slowness.

Gradually, the profound truths behind their sword intent began to take shape in her mind.

At that moment, the world seemed to fall into silence.

Around Yun Yanshuang, the snowflakes that had been drifting from the sky suddenly hovered mid-air, as if held aloft by an invisible force.

Each flake hung suspended, refusing to touch the ground and melt into snow water.

The Golden-Eyed Beast, sensing something unusual, stopped its frolicking. Its bright black eyes widened in curiosity as it stared at Yun Yanshuang, who appeared to have entered a trance of enlightenment.

Yun Yanshui also noticed his sister’s state. Quietly setting down the snowball in his hands, he tiptoed to the Golden-Eyed Beast, picked it up, and motioned for silence.

“Brother! I understand now!”

Suddenly, Yun Yanshuang opened her eyes, a look of joy lighting up her face.

The snowflakes that had been floating around her lost their unseen support and gently fell to the ground, melting into water upon landing.

“Understand what?” Yun Yanshui asked.

“I understand what sword intent is!”

“Oh?” Yun Yanshui blinked in surprise, then quickly composed himself. “Are you serious?”

“Yes! Your words just now enlightened me.

“They reminded me of Lin Tiansheng and Wang Liyuan’s sword intent. I’ve finally begun to see the essence of their techniques.”

“Haha! If that’s true, then congratulations! I’ve heard that comprehending sword intent is a rare and difficult feat.

“Once a sword cultivator masters it, they are nearly invincible among cultivators of the same level.”

“Exactly! I never expected to gain insight into my sword intent in such an unexpected moment.

“It’s still weak and needs refinement, but breaking through to the basics is the hardest part.

“From here, it’s just a matter of practice,” Yun Yanshuang said with determination.

“In the coming days, I’ll focus on honing my sword’s intent.

“That way, by next summer, when the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect reopen, I’ll have the means to fight and claim more fortunes for our family.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to your cultivation, then! Haha, I’ll head over to the market district to check on the craftsmen and see how their work is progressing.”

“Mm!”

Yun Yanshuang nodded with a smile, her heart filled with newfound purpose.

Yun Yanshuang nodded obediently and turned back to her room to further explore the sword intent she had so painstakingly grasped.

As the New Year approached, the once-abandoned market district, neglected for nearly a decade, was now fully restored thanks to the tireless efforts of numerous craftsmen.

Gone was the dilapidation and desolation of old; the market now brimmed with vitality and potential.

“Old Zhang, Li Yi, I can’t thank you enough for your hard work on the market’s restoration,” Qin Zhan said warmly, clapping Old Zhang on the shoulder as he admired the newly rejuvenated district.

“Master Qin, you flatter us. We’re just doing our jobs,” Old Zhang replied humbly, bowing slightly.

“Thankfully, we didn’t fail the trust you placed in us. We’ve managed to complete the restoration before the year’s end.”

“You’ve done more than save me time; you’ve exceeded expectations.

“Later, bring your team to the Qin estate to receive your rewards. Consider it a New Year’s gift from me to all of you, so you can return home and celebrate the holidays with joy,” Qin Zhan said with a kind smile.

“On behalf of all the brothers, I thank Master Qin,” Old Zhang replied, his gratitude evident.

“Hehe! Thank you, Master Qin!” Li Yi and the others chimed in, their faces beaming with happiness.

The wages they had earned over the past few months were more than enough to ensure a comfortable New Year.

Now, with additional rewards to look forward to, they could afford new clothes and even purchase livestock like pigs, cows, or sheep. For these long-struggling craftsmen, such gifts were a cause for great joy.

With the market’s restoration complete, the Yun family manor was also bustling with activity. The estate was adorned with decorations, as the Yun clan gathered to celebrate Yun Yandong’s wedding to the daughter of Magistrate Lu.

Having completed their work at the market, Yun Yanshui and Yun Yanshuang returned home early to participate in the festivities. They joined their uncles and cousins, enjoying the wedding banquet and indulging in merry drinking.

“Brother Yunyang, the market restoration is finished, and Ling’er and Zhan’er have prepared everything for the grand opening ceremony.

“When do you plan to hold it?” Yun Yunrui asked, sitting beside Yun Yunyang at the lively banquet.

“I’ve already sent word to Master Li. He’ll be bringing some friends from the imperial court to attend tomorrow.

“At dawn, we’ll gather the family elders and head to the market to welcome them,” Yun Yunyang replied with a smile.

The next morning, Yun Yunyang, Yun Yunyue, Yun Yunfeng, and Yun Yunshan, along with other family elders, set out early for the newly restored market district.

Their arrival coincided with the appearance of various notable figures from the county.

These included Magistrate Lu Zizai, Captain Chang Yuan, and other officials from the county government, as well as prominent merchants like the wealthy Qin Yang.

The atmosphere was lively and celebratory, drawing the attention of the entire county.

“How did the Yun family manage to build such a grand market?”

“I heard it’s a cultivation market, specifically for the mountain immortals.”

“A cultivation market? Does that mean ordinary folk like us can’t enter?”

“What are you thinking? It’s for cultivators, not commoners like us.

“We’re not allowed inside,” someone replied with a chuckle.

“That’s true. But it doesn’t matter. If this place attracts many mountain immortals, we might at least catch a glimpse of them.

“I’ve lived most of my life and never seen an immortal.

“Even though the Yun family is now a cultivation family, I’ve never seen one of their cultivators. It’s something to look forward to.”

“Just wait. They say some immortals from the imperial capital will be attending the ceremony later.

“We might get the chance to see them up close!”

“Immortals from the imperial capital? The Yun family must have a lot of influence to invite such distinguished guests!”

 

Chapter 136: Feigning Compromise

“Look! It looks like a shooting star in the sky!”

“A shooting star in broad daylight? How’s that possible?”

“Look closely! If that’s not a shooting star, then what is it? Wait… it looks like… people? Flying immortals!”

In the crowd, a young girl spotted streaks of light gliding rapidly across the horizon toward the market district. As they drew closer, she realized the lights were actually people flying through the sky.

Remembering the tales of mountain immortals who could soar through the heavens, she couldn’t contain her excitement and began to jump with joy.

“They’re real immortals!”

“Quick! Bow to the immortals!” someone urged.

In an instant, the gathered masses of Yuncang County citizens outside the market dropped to their knees, bowing toward the approaching streaks of light. They fervently prayed for the immortals to bless them with safety and prosperity.

“Brother Yunyang, Master Li has arrived!” Yun Yunrui stepped forward and said with a smile.

“Quick, let’s go welcome them,” Yun Yunyang said hastily. He led the Yun family’s elders to the market gate to greet their distinguished guests.

“Yunyang greets Master Li!”

When Yun Yunyang saw Li Qing leading the group, he quickly cupped his hands and bowed deeply.

Behind him, the Yun family elders—Yun Yunshan, Yun Yunyue, Yun Yunfeng, and Yun Yunlin—followed suit, offering respectful greetings.

The younger generation, including Yun Yanshui, Yun Yanshuang, Yun Yantian, and Yun Yansong, also stepped forward to pay their respects.

“There’s no need for such formalities,” Li Qing said with a wave of his hand, his face alight with a warm smile.

He glanced at the newly renovated market district, its grandeur a testament to the Yun family’s effort and vision.

Reflecting on the Yun family’s journey, Li Qing felt a deep sense of admiration. He had witnessed their rise from a humble cultivation family to their current prominence.

Looking at Yun Yunyang, Yun Yanshui, and the others, his eyes softened.

The Yun family’s achievements were hard-earned. Their unity, persistence, and determination had brought them to where they stood today, and the challenges they had overcome were no doubt immense.

Pulling his thoughts back to the present, Li Qing smiled and gestured toward the three individuals accompanying him.

“Brother Yunyang, let me introduce you to my colleagues. They are all court-appointed cultivators.”

“This is Daoist Lu, a cultivator of nearly a century and a practitioner in the Qi Refining realm. He has a vast network of acquaintances among rogue cultivators within Yue Kingdom and beyond.”

“Yunyang greets Daoist Lu!”

Yun Yunyang bowed respectfully to the elder in the dark Daoist robe, who held a horsetail whisk and radiated a serene and dignified aura.

Daoist Lu nodded with a kind smile, acknowledging the gesture.

“This is Fairy Yu, who has cultivated for decades and is also in the Qi Refining realm. She is well-connected with many young talents from cultivation families both within Yue Kingdom and abroad.”

“Yunyang greets Fairy Yu!” Yun Yunyang said, bowing to the elegant and graceful woman.

“And this is Fellow Cultivator Tu. He has also cultivated for decades and is in the Qi Refining realm. Fellow Cultivator Tu is one of the leaders of the Shadow Alliance, overseeing its operations and management.”

Yun Yunyang’s gaze shifted to the tall, burly man clad in a black robe. Bowing once more, he greeted, “Yunyang greets Fellow Cultivator Tu!”

Tu’s position made Yun Yunyang uneasy. The Shadow Alliance was a loose network of rogue cultivators, and not long ago, Yanshuang had killed two of its members.

Would Tu hold a grudge against the Yun family?

Sensing Yun Yunyang’s concern, Li Qing immediately sent a voice transmission to reassure him.

“I’ve already discussed the matter with Fellow Cultivator Tu. Rest assured, he will not retaliate against your family.

“The Shadow Alliance is merely a platform for issuing tasks and providing rogue cultivators with opportunities to earn resources.

“When it comes to tasks, whether its members succeed or fail, live or die, the core members of the alliance rarely intervene.”

“I see,” Yun Yunyang replied inwardly, breathing a quiet sigh of relief.

If the Shadow Alliance had sought revenge, the Yun family would have been in grave danger, barring Daoist Lu’s intervention.

“Master Li, Daoist Lu, Fairy Yu, Fellow Cultivator Tu, I’ve prepared a banquet in the market district. Please, allow me to escort you inside,” Yun Yunyang said with a smile, regaining his composure.

Li Qing nodded, and with his three colleagues, followed Yun Yunyang and the Yun family members into the bustling market.

As they entered, Yun Yunrui ordered fireworks to be set off and musicians to play drums and flutes in celebration.

The red cloth covering the market’s grand plaque was removed, revealing four golden characters:

“Yun Family Market.”

The bold and majestic script drew admiration from the gathered crowd.

With the cooperation of Yun Yunshan and his daughter, the purple rice harvested from the Purple Jade Bamboo had been successfully brewed into Purple Jade Spirit Wine. However, due to the limited supply, only a single jar was produced, reserved exclusively for entertaining Li Qing and his three companions.

The rest of the banquet’s offerings consisted of ordinary fare: simple dishes and Daughter’s Red wine from the mundane world.

This arrangement highlighted both the Yun family’s current financial constraints and their deep respect for Li Qing and his distinguished guests.

“Brother Yunyang, you’re too kind,” Li Qing said with a smile.

“We find these dishes and wine to our liking.”

His gaze then fell on the cup of spirit wine before him. He immediately noticed it wasn’t the Wang family’s famed Red Mulberry Spirit Wine.

“This is Purple Jade Spirit Wine, recently brewed by our Yun family,” Yun Yunyang explained.

“Master Li and esteemed immortals, please have a taste.”

With a polite smile, Yun Yunyang gestured for them to drink.

Li Qing, along with Daoist Lu, Fairy Yu, and Fellow Cultivator Tu, raised their cups and drank.

A surge of rich, pure spiritual energy coursed through their bodies as the wine slid down their throats, pooling in their dantians. To their surprise, the wine subtly enhanced their spiritual energy.

“This is excellent! It rivals the Wang family’s Red Mulberry Spirit Wine,” Li Qing exclaimed, his eyes lighting up in admiration.

“Judging by the flavor, this must be brewed from the spiritual rice of Purple Jade Bamboo,” Daoist Lu added with a knowing smile.

“Daoist Lu is indeed insightful. This wine was indeed brewed from Purple Jade Bamboo’s spiritual rice,” Yun Yunyang confirmed humbly.

“To craft such fine spirit wine from Purple Jade Bamboo’s rice—your Yun family possesses remarkable skill,” Daoist Lu praised.

“You flatter me, Daoist Lu,” Yun Yunyang replied modestly.

Raising his cup, Yun Yunyang declared, “Master Li, esteemed immortals, I toast to you!” He drained his cup in one motion.

As they enjoyed the feast, Yun Yunrui hurried over and leaned close to Yun Yunyang, speaking quietly.

“Brother Yunyang, the Wang family patriarch has arrived with a group to offer their congratulations.”

Startled, Yun Yunyang immediately stood. “Let’s go greet them.”

Though unsure of the Wang family’s true intentions, Yun Yunyang was mindful of the delicate relationship between their families and saw no reason to escalate tensions.

After excusing himself from Li Qing and the other immortals, Yun Yunyang left the banquet hall with Yun Yunrui to welcome Wang Chongtian and his entourage.

“Brother Yunyang, how could you not invite me to celebrate such a joyous occasion as your family establishing this market?” Wang Chongtian said with a feigned look of displeasure as he waited at the market gate with his kin.

“Brother Wang, you’re always so busy. I was worried you wouldn’t have time to attend, so I didn’t want to trouble you,” Yun Yunyang replied with a polite, apologetic smile.

“Now, now, don’t treat me like an outsider. We’re brothers, aren’t we? No matter how busy I am, I’d make time to celebrate such an event,” Wang Chongtian said, his tone lighthearted.

“I’ve brought a small gift. Please accept it.”

“Thank you, Brother Wang!”

“Come, Brother Wang, and everyone, please join us inside. Master Li and the other immortals are here as well.”

“Ah, Master Li is here? Excellent! I must toast with him later,” Wang Chongtian said with a hearty laugh.

Guided by Yun Yunyang, Wang Chongtian and the Wang family members entered the market and were soon seated.

Upon noticing Li Qing and the other immortals at the head of the table, Wang Chongtian wasted no time introducing himself and paying his respects.

After a round of toasts and lively conversation, Wang Chongtian turned to Yun Yunyang, his expression thoughtful.

“Brother Yunyang, your Yun family has built an impressive market here. But without capable cultivators to oversee it, any rogue cultivator who stirs up trouble will be difficult to handle.

“If you don’t mind, I can send some of the Wang family’s cultivators to help guard the market for you. What do you think?”

Yun Yunyang’s heart sank at the proposal, though his face remained composed.

“Thank you for your kind offer, Brother Wang, but there’s no need. Yanshuang and Yantian are more than capable of maintaining order. I’m confident they can deter any troublemakers,” he replied with a polite bow.

Inviting Wang family cultivators to oversee the Yun family market would be akin to opening the door to disaster. Over time, the market would inevitably fall under the Wang family’s control, much like how the Wang family’s previous market was usurped by the Three Great Clans.

 

Chapter 137 Another Sword

“Miss Yanshuang and Yantian do indeed possess some skill,” Wang Chongtian said with an approving nod.

Though his words seemed complimentary, he feigned ignorance of the subtle jab hidden in Yun Yunyang’s earlier remark. To acknowledge it would have been akin to admitting that the Wang family was behind any underhanded schemes, something he would not do.

“Uncle Yunyang, this disciple humbly requests a match with your family’s spiritual root bearer,” a young man suddenly declared as he stepped forward and bowed.

The speaker was none other than Wang Lijiao.

Since his defeat by Lin Tiansheng at the previous gathering, Wang Lijiao had been guided by his elders to overcome his inner demons. Through diligent training, he advanced to the peak of the sixth layer of the Embryo Breath Stage, nearing a breakthrough to the seventh.

His purpose in attending this event was twofold: first, to regain the confidence he had lost at the gathering; second, to indirectly suppress the Yuncang Yun family.

By challenging the Yun family’s spiritual root bearers, he intended to demonstrate that the Wang family alone had the strength to maintain order in the market district, and that the Yun family’s so-called protectors were inadequate for the task.

At the head of the table, Wang Chongtian sipped his Purple Jade Spirit Wine in silence, offering no objection to his nephew’s proposal. This challenge was, in fact, a plan he had subtly suggested during their journey here.

“This… might not be appropriate. A match could damage the harmony between our families…” Yun Yunyang said hesitantly, clearly reluctant to let his nephew and niece face off against Wang Lijiao.

“It’s fine. It’s just a friendly sparring match. There’s no need to worry about disrupting the peace,” Wang Lijiao replied with a faint smile.

Yun Yunyang lowered his head in thought, still unwilling to give his approval.

“Brother Yunyang,” Wang Chongtian interjected, “this is just a contest between juniors, not a fight to the death.

“We’ve been sitting here, enjoying wine and conversation, but we lack entertainment.

“Since my nephew Lijiao wishes to spar with your family’s spiritual root bearer, why not let him give us a little show?”

Hearing Wang Chongtian’s words, Yun Yunyang frowned, but before he could respond, Yun Yantian stood abruptly and spoke.

“Uncle, I am willing to spar with Brother Lijiao,” Yun Yantian said with a bow.

“Yantian!”

Yun Yunyang’s brow furrowed as he cast a reprimanding glance at his nephew.

But it was too late. Yun Yantian had already stepped forward. Refusing the challenge now would harm the Yun family’s reputation.

“Hahaha! Excellent! Such youthful spirit is truly admirable!” Wang Chongtian said with a hearty laugh.

“Brother Yantian, please,” Wang Lijiao said, his hands clasped behind his back as he strode leisurely to the open space at the center of the banquet hall, waiting for Yun Yantian to take his place.

Inwardly, he vowed to defeat Yun Yantian within three moves. He needed this victory to restore his confidence and assert the Wang family’s dominance.

“Very well,” Yun Yantian replied, gripping his spiritual short spear and preparing to step into the arena.

“Brother Yantian, let me handle this,” Yun Yanshuang said suddenly, stepping forward to block him with a smile.

“Yantian, Wang Lijiao’s cultivation level is on par with yours.

“In a match where spiritual energy and cultivation level are evenly matched, the deciding factors are the strength of one’s techniques and the depth of one’s combat experience.

“And in terms of combat experience, you fall short of Wang Lijiao.

“If you take the field, you’ll be defeated within three moves.

“Today is a joyous occasion—the grand opening of our family’s market. We cannot afford to lose face in this contest,” Yun Yanshuang said firmly.

Her words were blunt but honest, and Yun Yantian nodded in agreement.

“Very well. Be careful. Though your cultivation level is one layer higher than his, do not underestimate a spiritual root bearer from the Wang family,” Yun Yantian cautioned.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing,” Yun Yanshuang replied with a sweet smile before stepping gracefully into the arena.

“Oh? So Miss Yanshuang intends to take Brother Yantian’s place in this match?” Wang Lijiao said with a slight look of surprise as she approached.

“Brother Lijiao, I humbly ask for your guidance,” Yun Yanshuang said politely, bowing to him.

Yun Yanshuang clasped her hands in a polite gesture and summoned her Qingshuang Sword.

“Very well! I’ve heard that Miss Yanshuang is the most skilled spiritual root bearer of the Yun family. It’s an honor to spar with you today,” Wang Lijiao said with a smile.

With a flick of his fingers, a longsword shot out from the scabbard on his back, landing firmly in his grip.

“Miss Yanshuang, be careful!” he said coldly, narrowing his eyes as spiritual energy surged through him.

With a powerful swing, Wang Lijiao unleashed a terrifying wave of sword energy directly at Yun Yanshuang.

The energy roared toward her, but she met it with a casual flick of her sword, refraining from using any techniques.

To the astonishment of everyone watching, Wang Lijiao’s ferocious sword energy disintegrated on contact, shattering into countless shimmering fragments before vanishing into the air.

“Brother Lijiao, no need to hold back,” Yun Yanshuang said with a gentle smile after effortlessly neutralizing his attack.

“Miss Yanshuang, your skill is remarkable,” Wang Lijiao said with forced praise, though inwardly he was both shocked and resentful.

He had assumed that the Yun family, having risen to prominence only recently, would not have any formidable spiritual root bearers. But this brief exchange revealed that the seemingly unassuming Yun Yanshuang was far more capable than he had imagined.

Determined to reclaim his pride, Wang Lijiao abandoned his earlier arrogance and intensified his assault. Combining fluid sword techniques with swift footwork, he launched a series of fierce and relentless attacks.

This was no longer a friendly sparring match—it was a battle of sheer will and skill.

Had Yun Yantian been the one facing Wang Lijiao, he would have been defeated within three moves and severely injured.

Yet Yun Yanshuang handled every strike with ease, her movements fluid and unhurried.

The Yun family members watching the match were on edge, their hearts clenched with worry.

Among them, Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyang grew increasingly anxious. Being non-cultivators, they could not discern who held the upper hand. To their eyes, it appeared that Yun Yanshuang was constantly on the defensive, and they feared she might falter under the pressure.

“Brother Wang, this is just a sparring match. Does your nephew really need to use such aggressive tactics?” Yun Yunyang asked, his tone calm but tinged with discontent, as he addressed the still-relaxed Wang Chongtian.

“Brother Yunyang, please don’t worry. Lijiao knows his limits. He won’t harm Miss Yanshuang,” Wang Chongtian replied with a smile, pouring Yun Yunyang another cup of wine.

“For everyone’s sake, I hope so,” Yun Yunyang muttered, taking a heavy sip as his eyes remained fixed on the duel.

“Why? Why is this happening? Despite my relentless assaults, even though her cultivation level is only slightly higher than mine, Yun Yanshuang is deflecting my attacks with ease!”

From an outsider’s perspective, Wang Lijiao seemed to have the upper hand, his attacks sharp and decisive, forcing Yun Yanshuang into a defensive stance.

But inside, Wang Lijiao was in turmoil.

How was Yun Yanshuang managing to block every one of his fierce strikes? And why hadn’t she used any spiritual techniques to counter him?

“This match… the Wang family’s spiritual root bearer is going to lose,” Fairy Yu said quietly, taking a sip of her wine as she observed the fight.

“Incredible,” Daoist Lu murmured with a smile, stroking his beard. “The Yun family of Yuncang County has risen quickly, and now they have such an extraordinary spiritual root bearer in Yun Yanshuang.

“If I’m not mistaken, that girl has already grasped sword intent!”

“A sword cultivator who has comprehended sword intent is invincible among those of the same level.

“Not to mention, Yun Yanshuang’s cultivation level is higher than Wang Lijiao’s. There’s no doubt about the outcome—Wang Lijiao will lose,” Fellow Cultivator Tu added, nodding in agreement.

“Li Qing, you’ve got a sharp eye,” Fairy Yu said, sending a mental transmission to Li Qing. “No wonder you’ve grown so close to the Yun family.

“This family’s future is promising. Building goodwill with them will benefit the court greatly.”

Li Qing merely smiled to himself, refraining from commenting.

With that elder watching over them, how could the Yun family not rise swiftly? That Yun Yanshuang, as the elder’s disciple, had managed to grasp sword intent so quickly was only natural.

“Brother Lijiao, thank you for the match,” Yun Yanshuang said suddenly.

The tide of the battle shifted in an instant.

From her defensive position, Yun Yanshuang’s sword suddenly struck out at an impossible angle, bypassing Wang Lijiao’s layered sword techniques. Her blade stopped just short of his throat, its cold edge forcing him to halt in his tracks.

He froze, unable to move, his face pale.

What a swift strike!

How had she executed that move?

No… this technique felt eerily familiar.

As he stared at the sword poised at his throat, a memory surfaced.

That’s it!

At the gathering, when Lin Tiansheng defeated him, it had been with a strike just like this one.

Damn it!

This Yun Yanshuang… she had comprehended sword intent!

 

Chapter 138: Knowing Shame and Being Brave

Defeated?

At the head of the table, Wang Chongtian, who had been leisurely sipping his wine, froze as he saw Wang Lijiao suddenly lose the match.

The other Wang family members were equally stunned, their faces full of disbelief.

Moments earlier, Wang Lijiao had been dominating the match, his aggressive attacks seemingly overwhelming Yun Yanshuang. How could he lose so suddenly?

Even the Yun family members, including Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyang, were equally astonished.

They had been worried that Yun Yanshuang might be injured, yet to their surprise, she had emerged victorious in such an unexpected manner.

Yun Yanshuang sheathed her sword and turned to return to her seat, leaving Wang Lijiao standing frozen, lost in thought.

“I lost again… I lost again!”

With his head bowed low, Wang Lijiao’s eyes began to redden. His heart swirled with a mix of frustration and resentment.

It was bad enough to have lost to Lin Tiansheng at the family gathering.

But now, during the Yun family’s market opening, he had once again been bested—this time by Yun Yanshuang, a spiritual root bearer of the fledgling Yuncang Yun clan.

For a moment, Wang Lijiao felt his very resolve falter.

Why?

Why did he keep losing?

Why could even a minor spiritual root bearer from the Yun family comprehend sword intent, while he could not?

His wounded pride began to fester, and the resentment in his heart grew stronger by the second.

“I am a spiritual root bearer of the Wang family, one of the most talented among the younger generation. How could I lose to someone from the insignificant Yuncang Yun family?”

Wang Lijiao suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yun Yanshuang’s retreating figure. A cold, murderous intent flashed deep within them.

With a flick of his wrist, his longsword retracted into his sleeve.

In the blink of an eye, he dashed forward, aiming a lethal strike at Yun Yanshuang’s back using the Yulin Hidden Sword Technique.

At the banquet table, Yun Yanshui noticed the surge of killing intent directed at his sister. His brows furrowed, and he instinctively prepared to intervene.

However, before he could act, Li Qing stepped into the arena, positioning himself between Wang Lijiao and Yun Yanshuang. With a single move, he neutralized Wang Lijiao’s attack.

Li Qing glanced at Wang Lijiao with cold disdain and spoke in an icy tone.

“A sparring match naturally has its winners and losers.

“If you lack the courage to accept defeat, then perhaps you shouldn’t issue challenges in the first place.”

Li Qing’s words struck Wang Lijiao like a thunderclap, snapping him out of his shameful anger. Lowering his head, he felt an overwhelming sense of humiliation.

He was right.

Defeat was defeat.

Attempting to retaliate with an underhanded strike was disgraceful—not only a loss of the match but a loss of dignity, tarnishing the reputation of the Yulin Wang family.

“Miss Yanshuang, thank you for showing mercy earlier.

“I never imagined you’d comprehend sword intent—Lijiao truly admires you,” he said, exhaling deeply as he suppressed his bitterness and bowed respectfully to Yun Yanshuang.

“It was merely luck,” Yun Yanshuang replied coolly.

Still, she couldn’t help but regard Wang Lijiao with wariness. His actions had revealed his ruthlessness, and had Li Qing not intervened, she might have been gravely injured.

“Brother!”

Returning to her seat beside Yun Yanshui, Yun Yanshuang grinned playfully.

“Impressive!” Yun Yanshui muttered through a mouthful of food, giving her a thumbs-up.

“You’ve refined your sword intent significantly over these past few months.”

“I’ve made some progress, but as Second Uncle once said, the path of the sword is endless. I still have a long way to go—this is just the beginning,” Yun Yanshuang said with a light smile.

“Have something to eat. After such a spar, you must be tired,” Yun Yanshui said, handing her some food.

“Mm-hmm!” Yun Yanshuang nodded obediently and began eating heartily without a care for appearances.

Meanwhile, Yun Yanshui kept an eye on Wang Lijiao’s retreating figure, his eyes flickering with a hint of cold intent.

At the head table, Wang Chongtian turned to Yun Yunyang with a forced smile.

“Brother Yunyang, remarkable, truly remarkable!

“I never imagined your family’s spiritual root bearer would be so talented. To comprehend sword intent at such a young age—how enviable!”

Wang Chongtian offered his congratulations with a formal bow, though a trace of bitterness lingered in his expression.

Despite his displeasure, Wang Chongtian dared not show any signs of it.

“Brother Wang, you’re too kind. It was just luck. If not for Lijiao holding back, my niece wouldn’t have stood a chance,” Yun Yunyang said modestly, knowing Wang Chongtian’s outward magnanimity masked a petty and vengeful nature.

By downplaying Yun Yanshuang’s victory, Yun Yunyang provided Wang Lijiao with a dignified exit.

“Haha! Indeed, Lijiao held back. If he had unleashed our family’s secret techniques from the start, your spiritual root bearer might have been in real danger,” Wang Chongtian said, seizing the opportunity to salvage some face for Wang Lijiao.

“Of course! Lijiao’s techniques earlier were truly impressive,” Yun Yunyang replied casually, humoring him.

“With Miss Yanshuang guarding your market, it’s unlikely any rogue cultivators would dare cause trouble. That gives me peace of mind,” Wang Chongtian added.

“In the future, our families should strengthen our ties and cooperate for mutual growth.”

“Haha! Agreed. I’ll hold you to that!” Wang Chongtian laughed. “But you must save my Wang family a shop or two in the market.”

“Of course. I’ve already reserved two shops for your family, rent-free for five years. The Yun family won’t charge rent or service fees.”

“In that case, my Wang family has scored quite the bargain,” Wang Chongtian said with a hearty laugh.

With the tension from the earlier duel dissipated, the banquet resumed, with everyone drinking and chatting merrily.

It wasn’t until the feast concluded that Wang Chongtian led his family members, including Wang Lijiao, in bidding farewell.

After they departed, Yun Yanshui excused himself from the table, claiming he needed to relieve himself.

“Uncle, I’ve disgraced the family again,” Wang Lijiao said with a face full of remorse.

This outing had been meant to suppress the Yun family, yet he had only succeeded in humiliating himself.

“It’s not your fault. Who could have predicted that Yun Yanshuang, that young girl, would have comprehended sword intent?

“Even if her cultivation level is higher than yours, your techniques and the family’s secret arts should have ensured your victory,” Wang Chongtian said, patting his nephew’s shoulder consolingly.

“This time, I underestimated her. If I had sent Yuan’er instead, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“At the last gathering, you nearly shattered your resolve after losing to Lin Tiansheng. Fortunately, the family patriarch guided you through it.

“I hope this defeat motivates you to strive for improvement.

“One day, you’ll return this humiliation to Yun Yanshuang in full and restore the prestige of the Yulin Wang family.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle. Once I return to the family, I’ll train diligently.

“If Lin Tiansheng and Yun Yanshuang can comprehend sword intent, then so can I,” Wang Lijiao declared with determination.

“Good! That’s the spirit of a Wang family scion—resilient and undaunted. Only with such an attitude can you achieve greater things,” Wang Chongtian said, smiling in approval.

Just as he finished speaking, a spiritual arrow suddenly pierced through the back window of the carriage.

In a flash, the arrow tore through Wang Lijiao’s right temple and exited through his left, leaving a trail of blood and brain matter.

Wang Lijiao’s eyes widened in shock as blood gushed from his mouth and nose. His body convulsed briefly before collapsing lifelessly.

The blood and brain matter splattered onto Wang Chongtian’s face and the carriage interior.

It took Wang Chongtian a long moment to recover from his shock. When he finally did, he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

“Lijiao! Lijiao!”

“An assassin! Pursue them!”

Outside, the Wang family’s rogue cultivator guards immediately gave chase in the direction the arrow had come from.

The remaining Wang family soldiers and attendants rushed to the carriage to check on the situation.

When they saw Wang Lijiao’s corpse, their faces turned livid with fury.

“Who dares to assassinate a scion of the Wang family?”

“Was it the Yuncang Yun family?”

“No, it couldn’t have been them. All the Yun family’s spiritual root bearers are at the banquet in their market.

“Besides, their two spiritual root bearers specialize in swordsmanship and spear techniques.

“The assassin who killed Lijiao clearly used a distinct ‘archery technique,’” one of the Wang family members pointed out, and the others nodded in agreement.

“Master Li, were you able to catch the assassin?”

Inside the carriage, Wang Chongtian cradled Wang Lijiao’s rapidly cooling body, his face twisted with rage as he questioned Li Wuchang, one of the Wang family’s cultivator guards.

“My apologies, Patriarch Wang. The perpetrator’s cultivation level is exceptionally high. We were unable to apprehend them,” Li Wuchang admitted with a sigh, his expression filled with guilt.

“Investigate this thoroughly!

“I don’t care who it is—be it someone from the Three Great Clans or anyone else.

“Whoever dared to kill a scion of the Yulin Wang family will pay dearly for it!” Wang Chongtian roared, his voice echoing with fury and grief.

 

Chapter 139 No need to check

“Ah, that feels good! I almost died holding it in!”

Yun Yanshui returned to his seat beside his sister after a brief absence from the banquet. Reaching out, he grabbed a drumstick, ready to feast.

“Did you wash your hands?!” Yun Yanshuang asked, swatting her brother’s hand away with a scowl.

“Of course I did! What do you take me for?” Yun Yanshui grumbled, wiping his hand on the hem of her dress.

“Brother! That’s disgusting! You’re so sloppy!” Yun Yanshuang snapped, glancing at her now-dirtied dress. She glared at him, barely restraining the urge to wring his neck.

As the banquet concluded, Li Qing rose with a smile.

“Thank you for your hospitality, but it’s time for us to take our leave.”

“Master Li, why not stay a few more days at our estate?” Yun Yunyang suggested politely.

“There’s no need. There’s still much to handle at court.

“I’ve been busy mediating between the Three Great Clans and the Wang-led Seven Families to prevent further conflicts,” Li Qing explained.

“In that case, I won’t keep you. Master Li, safe travels to you and your companions.”

“Haha! Once things settle, we’ll visit again,” Li Qing replied warmly. With a light step, he and his three companions soared into the sky, disappearing as streaks of light on the horizon.

Turning to his daughter and son-in-law, Yun Yunyang said, “Ling’er, Zhan’er, the future operations and management of the market are now in your hands.”

“Don’t worry, Father. My husband and I will do our best to make the Yun family market the strongest cultivation market in Yue Kingdom,” Yun Yanling assured him confidently.

“Haha! Good, good. With the two of you in charge, I can rest easy.

“To lighten your load, I’ll assign other family members to manage the weaving and dyeing workshops. You can focus solely on the market.”

“Understood, Father,” Yun Yanling replied with a respectful nod.

“With that, we elders must return to the clan to handle other matters,” Yun Yunyang said.

“Safe travels, Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, and everyone,” Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan said, bowing as they saw them off.

Yun Yanshuang stayed behind at the market, while Yun Yanshui, Yun Yantian, and the other younger generation members followed their elders back to the family estate.

Just as Yun Yunyang and the others stepped out of the market gates, Yun Yunrui approached hurriedly with an urgent report.

“Brother Yunyang, Wang Lijiao has been killed!”

“What? How did that happen?” Yun Yunyang asked, his brows furrowing.

“Just now, our people in the county heard that Wang Chongtian and his group were ambushed on their way back to Yulin County.

“Wang Lijiao was killed with a single arrow!” Yun Yunrui said gravely.

The news left everyone stunned. Yun Yunshan, however, glanced at the yawning Yun Yanshui and shook his head with an amused smirk—this troublemaker clearly had a hand in it.

“Was it the work of the Three Great Clans?” Yun Yunyang asked after a moment of thought.

“It’s unclear. Wang Chongtian is furious and has already ordered a covert investigation,” Yun Yunrui replied.

“Let it be. Regardless of who did it, the loss of Wang Lijiao is undoubtedly a boon for our family,” Yun Yunyang said with a relaxed smile.

Remembering Wang Lijiao’s near-attack on Yun Yanshuang during the banquet, Yun Yunyang felt no sympathy. His death seemed like karmic justice.

“Whether it was the Three Great Clans or another family or rogue cultivator with a grudge against the Wang family, we owe them gratitude for their ‘righteous’ action,” he added with a hint of sarcasm.

“For now, let’s return home. Once the Wang family holds a funeral for Wang Lijiao, we’ll send someone to offer condolences,” Yun Yunyang concluded.

“Understood,” Yun Yunrui replied.

Wang Qingshan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the ancestral hall’s soul lanterns.

The lantern representing Wang Lijiao’s soul had extinguished hours earlier.

“Patriarch, a message has arrived from the clan leader… regarding Young Master Lijiao…”

A Wang family disciple appeared silently in the hall, kneeling respectfully behind Wang Qingshan.

“I already know,” Wang Qingshan said with a sigh.

“We’ll wait for Chongtian to return and provide a full account of the incident.”

“Understood. I take my leave,” the disciple said, bowing before retreating.

Three days later, Wang Chongtian returned with his entourage, their expressions heavy with sorrow.

The Wang family soldiers carried Wang Lijiao’s lifeless body into the estate, where grieving family members had gathered.

At the sight of his elder cousin’s corpse, Wang Liyuan clenched his fists, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.

“Have the family’s cultivators identified the culprit?” Wang Liyuan asked after suppressing his anger.

“Not yet. The investigation is ongoing,” Wang Chongtian replied, his voice filled with hatred.

“But if I were to guess, the Three Great Clans are likely involved,” he added, his expression darkening.

“I had assumed that with your second granduncle and the family’s cultivators stationed at the market, the Three Great Clans wouldn’t dare act recklessly.

“Who would have thought they’d lay an ambush on the road and assassinate your cousin Lijiao?” Wang Chongtian said bitterly.

“Father, something doesn’t add up here,” Wang Liyuan interjected.

“Doesn’t add up?”

“If the Three Great Clans were truly responsible, why would they only kill Cousin Lijiao?”

“This…”

Wang Chongtian froze, his anger subsiding as he mulled over the question.

He realized his son was right.

If the Three Great Clans had been behind this, their usual modus operandi would have been to eliminate everyone, himself included. Why would they spare him and the others?

Moreover, targeting Wang Lijiao specifically held little strategic value. If they intended to deal a significant blow to the family, Wang Liyuan—who had comprehended sword intent—would have been the more logical target.

“Is the patriarch here?” Wang Chongtian asked, returning to his senses.

“He’s waiting at the ancestral hall in the mountains. I’ve brought people down to escort you to him,” Wang Liyuan replied.

“Let’s go. You’re right—this situation is indeed strange. Perhaps the patriarch has some insights,” Wang Chongtian said urgently.

Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his eyes closed in deep contemplation.

Moments later, Wang Chongtian entered the hall with hurried steps, guided by Wang Liyuan. Kneeling respectfully, he greeted, “Disciple Chongtian greets the patriarch.”

“Rise,” Wang Qingshan said with a sigh.

“Patriarch, Lijiao…”

“There’s no need to explain—I already know,” Wang Qingshan interrupted.

“Tell me in detail about your visit to the Yun family’s market.”

“Yes,” Wang Chongtian replied, recounting the events at the Yun family market, including the sparring match and everything else that had transpired.

“Sword intent, you say?” Wang Qingshan murmured, furrowing his brows.

The rapid rise of the Yuncang Yun family in just a few short years was startling enough. But their spiritual root bearers’ progress was even more alarming, particularly Yun Yanshuang’s comprehension of sword intent at such a young age.

“That Yun Yanshuang is indeed extraordinarily gifted,” Wang Liyuan admitted, still shocked by the revelation of her capabilities.

“Yes, her growth is far too rapid. She is destined for greatness and poses a significant threat to our family,” Wang Qingshan said gravely.

“With that elder backing them, our Wang family cannot prevent Yun Yanshuang’s rise,” he added with a sigh, his unease evident. The presence of the blind elder had made him deeply apprehensive.

“Patriarch, next summer, the ruins of the Dan Ding Sect will reopen.

“I’ve heard that the Yun family is heavily investing in resources to raise Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian’s cultivation levels in preparation for seeking opportunities there,” Wang Chongtian reported.

“Proceed cautiously. Do not let that elder notice,” Wang Qingshan warned after a moment’s thought.

“Understood, Patriarch. I will handle it discreetly,” Wang Chongtian promised.

“As for Lijiao’s death, cease the investigation. It’s unlikely to yield any results.”

“Why do you say that, Patriarch?” Wang Chongtian asked, puzzled.

“Lijiao attempted to kill Yun Yanshuang during the sparring match, and shortly after, he was assassinated on the way back.

“Moreover, the family’s cultivators couldn’t even detect the assassin’s presence.

“Who do you think the perpetrator could be?”

“Patriarch, could it be… that elder?” Wang Chongtian’s body trembled as his mind conjured the image of the scruffy blind elder meditating under the tree outside the Yun family estate.

“Who else could it be?

“It’s inconceivable that the Yun family’s spiritual root bearers could execute such a flawless assassination.

“The Three Great Clans wouldn’t bother targeting Lijiao specifically—it would serve them no purpose.

“The only plausible explanation is that the elder learned of Lijiao’s intentions toward Yun Yanshuang and acted as a warning to our family,” Wang Qingshan explained.

“But, Patriarch, that elder wasn’t present at the banquet—he was meditating under the tree outside the Yun family estate. How could he have known what happened in the market?” Wang Chongtian asked incredulously.

“The elder’s abilities are beyond your comprehension,” Wang Qingshan said with a calm yet firm tone.

His mind drifted to the time the blind elder had patted his shoulder, helping him break through to the Foundation Establishment stage and condense his spiritual platform.

Such an individual was not merely a cultivator in the eyes of mortals—they were a being that even seasoned practitioners like Wang Qingshan had to revere.

 

Chapter 140 Opening Soon

“Yantian has successfully cultivated a new Purple Jade Bamboo, and the family is preparing to plant new spiritual rice and herbs.

“The spiritual crops and herbs in the rear mountain fields are thriving more than ever.

“Additionally, Wen Yu and Wen Run, those two young girls, have been learning the art of spiritual planting from Yantian. Now, they’re capable of handling tasks on their own,” Yun Yunrui reported, his tone filled with pride as he recounted the state of the Yun family’s spiritual fields.

“Haha! Yunlin, your two precious granddaughters are truly promising.

“In the future, those two sisters might become the finest spiritual cultivators of the Yun family. When the time comes, they can take over Yantian’s responsibilities and oversee the family’s spiritual fields,” Yun Yunyang said with a hearty laugh.

“Brother Yunyang, don’t praise those girls too much, or they’ll grow arrogant,” Yun Yunlin replied with a helpless chuckle, though it was clear he was genuinely pleased.

“Praise is well-deserved. In fact, the family should reward the sisters for their hard work,” Yun Yunyang said with a smile before turning to Yun Yunrui.

“Yunrui, as per the family’s reward system, allocate cultivation resources to Wen Yu and Wen Run. Help them stabilize and advance their cultivation.”

“Understood,” Yun Yunrui replied respectfully.

“In addition, Shuang’er has learned the art of alchemy and can now begin refining Embryo Breath Pills.

“Yantian has been notified to cultivate more spiritual herbs suitable for refining the pills this year,” Yun Yunrui continued.

“Shuang’er has been stationed at the market recently, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, and to ensure she can focus on advancing her cultivation before the Dan Ding Sect ruins reopen this summer, she’s temporarily set aside her work in artifact forging and alchemy,” Yun Yunrui explained.

“She needs to dedicate herself to cultivation without being distracted by forging or alchemy.

“Once she returns from exploring the ruins, the family can revisit plans for crafting and alchemy,” Yun Yunyang said thoughtfully.

“I have some good news to share,” Yun Yunrui added with a smile.

“Oh?”

“It seems that Wen Xuan has shown significant talent in both artifact forging and alchemy.

“Though he’s still in the early stages and needs more training, he could eventually succeed Shuang’er as the family’s second specialist in these fields,” Yun Yunrui announced.

“That mischievous boy! The elders have told me many times about Wen Xuan not paying attention during lessons. I’ve spanked him more than once,” Yun Yunyang said with a mix of frustration and pride.

“Turns out, he’s been secretly studying artifact forging and alchemy, which explains why he’s been neglecting his studies.

“Still, if it’s for the family’s benefit, I can’t stay angry at him,” he said, shaking his head with a faint smile.

“Lastly, regarding the market managed by Ling’er and Zhan’er:

“Three months after its grand opening, thanks to the promotion by Li Xianshi and the other three immortals, many rogue cultivators from across Yue Kingdom have settled in our market.

“Operations have gradually stabilized.

“The family has reserved the best two storefronts for Ling’er and Zhan’er to manage. They’ve been selling spiritual herbs, artifacts, and the ‘White Bone Feather’ spiritual ore mined by Yunlin’s team. These items have been well-received by rogue cultivators and have brought significant resources to the family,” Yun Yunrui reported.

“According to a report from Ling’er, the most popular item in the market is our Purple Jade Spirit Wine.

“Many rogue cultivators have praised it as being far superior to the Wang family’s Red Mulberry Spirit Wine.”

“Has the Wang family also set up shop in our market?” Yun Yunyang asked, his expression calm despite the encouraging news.

He knew that while the market’s success was promising, it also increased the risk of envy and retaliation from others—particularly the Yulin Wang family, whose interests were directly threatened by the Yun family’s growing influence.

“Yes. As per the agreement between you and Wang Chongtian, the Wang family rented a storefront in our market.

“Their range of spiritual goods is more diverse than ours and has attracted many rogue cultivators.

“The only product where our family outshines theirs is the Purple Jade Spirit Wine.

“Unfortunately, the limited supply of Purple Jade Bamboo Rice means Yunshan can only produce a small quantity of the wine, which isn’t enough to meet the demand from rogue cultivators,” Yun Yunrui explained.

“There’s no need to worry. Everything will improve with time.

“As long as our family proceeds cautiously and steadily, we’ll eventually surpass the Wang family,” Yun Yunyang said with quiet determination.

“Brother Yunyang, your words are indeed wise,” Yun Yunrui agreed.

The bustling streets were crowded with rogue cultivators from all over Yue Kingdom, coming and going.

Yun Yanling and her husband, Qin Zhan, watched the Wang family’s shop next door, which was teeming with customers. The steady flow of rogue cultivators there contrasted sharply with their own shop, which was almost empty.

“Our family’s wares aren’t much better than those in the Wang family’s shop,” Yun Yanling said with a sigh.

“The only edge we have is the Purple Jade Spirit Wine that Fourth Uncle brews.

“Unfortunately, we can’t produce enough of it to meet the demand of rogue cultivators,” she added, her tone heavy with frustration.

Though the market itself was thriving, the limited variety of goods the Yun family could offer left her feeling helpless.

“Don’t let it bother you too much,” Qin Zhan said gently, pulling her into his arms.

“Our Yun family is still building from scratch. Everything is just beginning, and there’s no need to be discouraged.

“The Wang family has been around for years and accumulated deep resources, which is why their business is thriving.

“But when our family reaches their level of development, I believe our shop will rival—if not surpass—theirs,” he reassured her.

“In a few days, Shuang’er and Yantian will head to the Dan Ding Sect ruins.

“I hope they’ll uncover valuable opportunities there, ones that can help us expand our inventory and attract more rogue cultivators,” Yun Yanling said, her voice tinged with hope.

“Don’t worry—they’ll complete the family’s mission,” Qin Zhan said with confidence.

Yun Yanshui lounged by the doorway, holding the sleeping Gold-Eye Beast in his arms. He glanced at Yun Yanshuang, who sat cross-legged on the bed, cultivating.

He could sense her aura growing stronger, her dantian’s spiritual energy becoming increasingly concentrated.

“Already at the peak of the seventh Embryo Breath stage, huh?”

Through their spiritual bond, Yun Yanshui confirmed that his sister’s cultivation had fully stabilized at the peak of the seventh Embryo Breath stage and was nearing the breakthrough to the eighth stage.

“Shuang’er, Yantian, and the others have all made remarkable progress lately.

“Even Wen Xuan, Wen Yu, and Wen Run have broken through their stages.

“And then there’s this lazy glutton,” he muttered, glancing at the Gold-Eye Beast snoozing in his arms.

“As for me, I’m stuck at the peak of the ninth Embryo Breath stage, unable to break through to the Qi Refinement stage.

“Is it because I haven’t accumulated enough spiritual energy? Or am I missing another key factor?

“Do I really have to figure out how to absorb the ‘Solar Essence Wheel’ and ‘Lunar Ascent,’ those two streams of yin and yang energy, to make the breakthrough?”

Yun Yanshui stroked the sleeping beast thoughtfully, his mind wrestling with the dilemma.

“Brother, what’s on your mind?”

Unnoticed, Yun Yanshuang had finished her cultivation session and now stood before him, bending over with a mischievous grin.

“Whoa! You scared me!”

“Hmph! Didn’t you use to scare me like this all the time? Now we’re even!” she said, playfully huffing before plopping down beside him at the doorway.

“I was just wondering how to absorb the Solar Essence Wheel and Lunar Ascent energies,” Yun Yanshui admitted.

“When I return from exploring the Danding Sect ruins, I’ll ask my master about it,” Yun Yanshuang offered.

“Sounds like a plan,” Yun Yanshui replied with a nod.

“Speaking of the ruins, Father spoke to me privately yesterday,” Yun Yanshuang said, lowering her voice.

“What did Father say?”

“He wants me to accompany you and Yantian, though not openly.

“You’ll explore the ruins in the open, while I remain in the shadows. This way, I can watch out for you two in case other cultivation families or rogue cultivators target you,” she explained.

“That’s actually a good idea,” Yun Yanshuang agreed, nodding thoughtfully.

“Prepare well. According to the family’s sources, the ruins will reopen in just a few days.

“When the time comes, you and Yantian will need to set out on your journey,” Yun Yanshui reminded her.