Chapter 161 Confused

Moonlight cascaded over the Yun Clan estate, soft and serene, blanketing the land in its silvery glow.

“The Hundred Clans Assembly?”

“Indeed. It is a grand event hosted by the imperial court, where spiritual root descendants from all the major cultivation families in Yue Kingdom will gather to compete in trials.

The victors will be rewarded with a wealth of cultivation resources provided by the court,” Bai Li Mo Xue explained with a faint smile as she recounted the details of the assembly to Yun Yan Tian.

Her time spent among the younger generation of the Yun Clan had been unexpectedly refreshing. She felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation in their company and genuinely cherished the opportunity to meet people like Yun Yan Tian.

Here, there was no scheming or deceit, only warmth, camaraderie, and joy—a harmonious atmosphere she had always longed for.

During the gathering, Bai Li Mo Xue had noticed Yun Yan Tian’s cultivation. His strength was remarkable, surpassing that of many spiritual root descendants from prominent families.

Even more impressive was his younger sister, Yun Yan Shuang. Her cultivation was so profound that Bai Li Mo Xue couldn’t gauge its depth.

If these siblings were to participate in the upcoming Hundred Clans Assembly, they were sure to earn a place among the top ranks, bringing glory and valuable resources to the Yun Clan.

“It all depends on what my uncle and the others decide. If they grant permission, Shuang’er and I will attend the assembly,” Yun Yan Tian said, his tone steady. Then, after a moment’s thought, he glanced at Bai Li Mo Xue. “Bai Li Miss, will you be participating?”

“Of course. The trials offer a rare chance to face cultivators from other families.

Not only will it broaden my horizons, but it will also help me gain combat experience and possibly insight into my cultivation,” she replied, her voice filled with determination. The path of cultivation was her life’s ambition, her unwavering goal.

“Then I wish you the best, Bai Li Miss, and hope you seize the championship.”

“Don’t tease me. My current cultivation is far beneath those of the prodigies from the Three Great Families and the Seven Clans,” she said, shaking her head with a modest smile.

“Bai Li Miss, you mustn’t underestimate yourself,” Yun Yan Tian replied warmly.

The two walked side by side, engaged in easy conversation, until they arrived at the family square. There, a bustling celebration was in full swing, with Yun clansmen laughing, drinking, and exchanging toasts.

Bai Li Mo Xue’s gaze fell upon her father, Bai Li Xi, seated at the banquet. She was taken aback by his rare display of happiness as he drank and sparred verbally with the Yun family elders. It was as though years of pent-up frustration were finally being released.

Seeing him so at ease, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Bai Li Miss, I’ll leave you here,” Yun Yan Tian said as he prepared to take his leave.

“Why not join me to meet my father?” Bai Li Mo Xue suggested with a smile. “He has always enjoyed meeting young talents. Someone as exceptional as you would surely make him happy.”

“This…” Yun Yan Tian hesitated.

“What’s the matter? Are you reluctant to meet him?” she teased gently.

“Not at all. It’s just that there are matters in the spiritual fields that need my attention. I was planning to visit the back mountains.”

“Surely it can wait a little longer?”

After a moment of consideration, Yun Yan Tian nodded. “Very well, I’ll meet your father.”

“Father, Immortal Master Li,” Bai Li Mo Xue called out as she approached with Yun Yan Tian. She bowed respectfully to her father, Bai Li Xi.

“Hahaha! Xue’er! Did you have fun?”

Bai Li Xi was in high spirits—happier than he had been in years. He had even drunk more than usual, neglecting to use his dantian’s spiritual energy to dissipate the alcohol, as if deliberately seeking the temporary numbness to forget his burdens.

Seeing his daughter, his smile widened, and he seemed more like an ordinary father than an emperor.

“Yes, very much so,” Bai Li Mo Xue replied. She felt at ease, knowing her father had found joy and camaraderie in the Yun Clan.

It had been many years since she had seen him so relaxed, enjoying the company of friends without the pressures of court.

“And who is this?” Bai Li Xi’s slightly tipsy gaze fell upon Yun Yan Tian, his curiosity piqued.

“This junior is Yun Yan Tian. Greetings, Uncle Bai Li,” Yun Yan Tian said, bowing respectfully.

“Hahaha! Yan Tian, is it? Your uncle and father have spoken of you. Remarkable! So young, and already at the eighth level of the Embryo Breath stage—your future is boundless, truly boundless!

Uncle sees great promise in you. Keep up your hard work in cultivation,” Bai Li Xi said with an approving nod.

“I will remember Uncle Bai Li’s guidance,” Yun Yan Tian replied humbly.

“Yan Tian, have you taken a wife yet?” Bai Li Xi asked suddenly, emboldened by the alcohol.

“Well… no, I haven’t,” Yun Yan Tian answered, caught off guard.

“Do you fancy my Xue’er? If you like her, Uncle can make the arrangements!” Bai Li Xi declared boldly, his words leaving everyone stunned.

One sentence from Bai Li Xi had left Yun Yan Tian visibly flustered, while Bai Li Mo Xue’s face turned crimson, her blush spreading down to her neck.

“My father has had too much to drink; please don’t take his words seriously,” she said softly, her tone carrying a trace of embarrassment.

“Haha! Don’t worry, I understand,” Yun Yan Tian replied, laughing awkwardly.

“Excellent! Excellent! If my nephew were to marry Bai Li Miss, then you and I would become in-laws. What a wonderful connection that would be!”

Yun Yun Yang, also slightly tipsy, chimed in with hearty laughter, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Second Brother, pour a drink for your future in-law, quickly! Yan Tian is no longer a young boy—it’s about time he found a wife to carry on the Yun family lineage!”

“Right away! Bai Li Senior, let me refill your cup,” Yun Yun Yue said, catching on to the mood. He quickly picked up the jade wine jug filled with Purple Jade Spirit Wine and poured a generous drink for Bai Li Xi.

“No need to be so formal! I can manage on my own. Don’t mind me—everyone, eat and drink to your heart’s content! Tonight, no one leaves until they’re drunk!”

“Looks like my father and uncles have truly had too much to drink,” Yun Yan Tian muttered with a shake of his head, a wry smile playing on his lips as he observed the antics of the elders.

“Let’s leave them to it. Why don’t we visit your clan’s spiritual fields in the back mountains instead? You mentioned earlier that you had work to do there,” Bai Li Mo Xue suggested.

“Alright,” Yun Yan Tian agreed.

The two quietly excused themselves and left the lively banquet behind.

The following day.

“Immortal Master Li, Bai Li Senior, Bai Li Miss, I look forward to our next meeting,” Yun Yun Yang said with a respectful bow.

“Haha! Certainly! Once my affairs are settled, I’ll be sure to visit the Yun Clan again,” Bai Li Xi replied, his mood visibly buoyant as he bid farewell to the Yun family elders and boarded his carriage.

As the carriage rolled away, Yun Yun Rui watched its retreating silhouette and spoke thoughtfully.

“Brother Yun Yang, that Bai Li Senior is no ordinary man.”

“I’m well aware,” Yun Yun Yang replied.

“Oh? You noticed already?”

“How could I not? Immortal Master Li practically spelled it out. If I hadn’t caught on, I’d be a fool,” Yun Yun Yang said with a faint smile.

“Ah, I see. But why do you think Bai Li Senior came to our Yun Clan?”

“He clearly doesn’t want to reveal his identity, likely to avoid entangling our clan in unnecessary complications. We need not overthink it. Our duty is to seize this opportunity to quietly strengthen the clan.

Should Bai Li Senior ever require our assistance, we must remember the favor he’s shown us and repay it in full—that is the way of the Yun Clan,” Yun Yun Yang said resolutely.

“Well said, Brother Yun Yang. After all, Bai Li Senior is now our in-law, having arranged a marriage between his daughter and Yan Tian. We should certainly treat our in-law with the utmost respect!”

Yun Yun Rui chuckled knowingly, his gaze drifting toward Yun Yang as the latter handed a piece of parchment to Yun Yun Yue.

The parchment was none other than the marriage contract hastily drafted the previous night during the drunken festivities.

Inside the carriage, Bai Li Xi looked at the marriage contract in his hands with an expression of regret.

“Sigh! How could I let this happen? One moment of drunken foolishness, and now I’ve arranged a marriage for my daughter without even realizing it!

Those Yun family rogues—they plied me with so much wine last night just to trick me into this!”

He turned his gaze toward Li Qing, who was driving the carriage.

“And you! You didn’t even try to stop me? How could you let me recklessly betroth my daughter like that?”

Li Qing could only laugh helplessly at the emperor’s antics.

Sitting across from him, Bai Li Mo Xue watched her father’s exaggerated performance with an amused yet exasperated expression.

“If you regret it so much, just tear up the contract,” she said, her tone laced with irony. “You’re the emperor—who would dare defy you?”

“Tear it up? How could I do that? As the ruler of the nation, my word is my bond. If I break this promise, how could I expect anyone to trust me again? How could I continue to rule?”

“You have too many tricks up your sleeve to play the righteous card now,” Bai Li Mo Xue quipped, rolling her eyes at her father.

“Alright, tell me honestly—what do you think of Yun Yan Tian?” Bai Li Xi asked, suddenly serious.

“Nothing much. Compared to the young talents of the Three Great Families and the Seven Clans, he doesn’t stand out,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Then I’ll tear up the contract immediately!”

“Don’t!”

Her sharp response came quicker than she intended, and she quickly tried to cover it up.

“Snow’er, you’re contradicting yourself. Clearly, you have feelings for him!”

“Who has feelings? This is all your fault! Why did you drink so much last night? Why make such a careless arrangement?

If you tear up the contract now and go back on your word, how could you still call yourself emperor?”

“Ah, you’re right, you’re right! It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have drunk so much… If only I hadn’t, none of this would have happened!” Bai Li Xi exclaimed, slapping his forehead in mock regret.

 

Chapter 162: Too Much of a Thing

“A marriage contract?”

Summoned by his father and uncles, Yun Yan Tian was taken aback when he learned that a marriage agreement had been arranged between him and Bai Li Mo Xue.

“Indeed. Last night, during the banquet, your father, your uncles, and I discussed it thoroughly with Bai Li Senior.

Look, your father is still holding the contract in his hands!” Yun Yun Yang said with a smile.

“This…”

Yun Yan Tian felt a wave of unease as he recalled the previous evening’s banquet, where the elders had drunk themselves into a stupor.

To arrange a marriage in such a state—wasn’t that far too careless?

“What? Are you unhappy with Bai Li Miss?” Yun Yun Yue asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly.

“No… it’s just that, Father, Uncle, you were all thoroughly drunk last night. A marriage arranged under such circumstances—can it truly hold weight?”

“The words are written clearly in black and white. How can it not hold weight?” Yun Yun Yue retorted, patting the contract in his hand.

“But what about Bai Li Senior’s side…”

“This morning, when we bid him farewell, he did not express any intention of rescinding the agreement,” Yun Yun Yang replied calmly.

He knew full well that Bai Li Senior had come with the intention of forming this alliance through marriage.

The entire notion of a “drunken agreement” was merely a pretense, part of an unspoken understanding between the two sides.

“Uncle…”

“Enough! Stop with your endless questions. How did I end up with such a son?” Yun Yun Yue said, feigning exasperation. “This matter has already been decided by your father and all your uncles. There’s no need for you to worry about anything.

Just prepare yourself to welcome Bai Li Miss into our family as your wife. Give me a fat grandson or granddaughter as soon as possible! Better yet, follow your brother Yan Song’s example and have twins!”

“Father, isn’t it a bit early to be saying such things?”

“You little—”

Yun Yun Yue, frustrated by his son’s reluctance, removed his shoe and lunged at him, clearly intending to deliver a lesson. Startled, Yun Yan Tian grabbed the marriage contract and fled.

“You rascal! Lucky you ran fast enough!”

Watching his son’s retreating figure, Yun Yun Yue huffed, putting his shoe back on with a sigh of mock annoyance.

“Big Brother, about the Hundred Clans Assembly…”

Once Yan Tian was out of sight, Yun Yun Yue turned back to Yun Yun Yang, his tone now serious.

“Since Bai Li Senior personally visited and mentioned the assembly, it would be inappropriate for us not to participate,” Yun Yun Yang said thoughtfully.

“Very well. I’ll speak to that rascal later and have Shuang’er prepare as well.

As for the tasks of crafting and alchemy, we’ll leave those to Xuan’er for now.

The matters of the spiritual fields can be entrusted to Wen Yu and Wen Run,” Yun Yun Yue said decisively.

In the courtyard, Yun Yan Shui, Yun Yan Shuang, and the other younger members of the Yun Clan had gathered around Yun Yan Tian, all wearing mischievous smiles.

They quickly snatched the marriage contract from his hands, their faces lighting up as they read the neatly written agreement.

“Hehe! Yan Tian Brother, didn’t I say that Bai Li Sister would become my sister-in-law?”

“Although I only spent a day with Bai Li Sister, I think she’s wonderful. Yan Tian Brother, you must treat her well when you marry her,” Yun Yan Shuang said with a grin.

“Our elders really know how to get things done. Just one banquet, and they’ve sealed the deal!”

Yun Yan Bai, holding his child in his arms, looked at the contract with an approving nod.

“When I cour—uh, chased after Qin Yue, it took me quite a while. But Yan Tian Brother just meets Bai Li Miss once, and the elders handle everything so smoothly!”

“Enough teasing! This whole thing happened because my father and uncles got drunk and made a hasty decision.

I don’t even know what Bai Li Miss thinks about all this. How could such a marriage work?” Yun Yan Tian said, clearly frustrated by the relentless jests of his siblings.

“Yan Tian Brother, tell me honestly—do you like Bai Li Sister?”

For once, Yun Yan Shui dropped his usual playful demeanor and placed a firm hand on Yan Tian’s shoulder, his tone serious.

“She’s… not bad. Spending time with her feels natural and relaxing,” Yun Yan Tian admitted after a moment of reflection, recalling their easy conversation from the previous night.

Simply feeling relaxed in her presence—was there something more? Was it a budding affection, or even the stirrings of love? Yun Yan Tian couldn’t say for sure.

“If you like her, say you like her. If you don’t, say you don’t. What is this ‘she’s alright’ nonsense?”

“Fine… I like her,” Yun Yan Tian admitted reluctantly.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” Yun Yan Shui quipped, his brow arched.

“I’ve only met her once! Wouldn’t it be too rash to claim I like her?” Yan Tian shot back, glaring at his younger brother.

“Fair point,” Yun Yan Shui conceded with a nod.

“Ah, but when it comes to matters of love, I’m the expert here! When I first met Qin Yue, I knew in an instant she had to be my wife. I couldn’t stop thinking about her—it was as if fate itself demanded we spend our lives together, raising a brood of big, chubby sons!

Yan Tian Brother, if you had even a fleeting thought like that when you saw Bai Li Miss, then trust me—that’s love!”

Holding the swaddled Yun Wen Yuan in his arms, Yun Yan Bai spoke with an air of authority, though his words earned him an amused yet exasperated glance from his wife, Qin Yue.

She stomped lightly on his foot. “Leave your elder brother and Bai Li Miss’s affairs to them. Who asked for your input?”

Wincing in pain, Yun Yan Bai hopped on one foot and sighed. “I was just trying to help him figure out his feelings!”

“Actually, I think Yan Tian Brother does like Bai Li Miss, and I’m fairly certain she feels the same about him,” Yun Yan Shuang chimed in, her tone teasing but her gaze sincere.

“Of course, if you’re unsure about her feelings, you could always ask her directly!”

“I don’t even know where she is right now,” Yun Yan Tian replied with a helpless shake of his head.

“That’s not true. She said she would participate in the Hundred Clans Assembly!”

“There you go. I’ll accompany you to the assembly. Maybe we’ll see Bai Li Miss there!”

“The decision to attend hasn’t been finalized by Uncle and Father yet,” Yan Tian said with a sigh.

“You’ll go! You must go! You’ll fight for our Yun Clan’s honor, make a name for yourself, and while you’re at it, see my future daughter-in-law!”

A voice rang out from a distance.

“Father?”

“Second Uncle!”

Yun Yan Shui and the others turned with bright smiles to greet Yun Yun Yue, who raised a hand to signal them to sit down.

Taking the baby from Yun Yan Bai’s arms, he doted on his grandson with a loving gaze.

“Father, you’re giving me permission to attend the Hundred Clans Assembly?” Yun Yan Tian asked.

“Indeed. Your uncle and I have agreed. Shuang’er will accompany you as well,” Yun Yun Yue confirmed.

“Understood,” Yun Yan Tian replied with a slight bow.

Yulin County, Wang Clan Ancestral Grounds

“In recent days, the family has sent remnants of cultivation techniques and Dao arts to the Su Clan, along with scattered spirit stones.

Additionally, two loose cultivators with minimal ties to the Wang Clan have been stationed there.

Their tasks are twofold: to monitor the Su Clan’s progress and to nurture their spiritual root descendants. With time, the Su Clan could rise to become a proxy force to counterbalance the Yun Cang Yun Clan,” Wang Chong Tian reported meticulously.

Wang Qing Shan nodded in approval, his sharp gaze shifting to Wang Li Yuan, who sat nearby.

“Li Yuan, have you reached the ninth level of the Embryo Breath stage?”

“Yes, Ancestor.”

“Excellent. At the upcoming Hundred Clans Assembly, you must showcase the Wang Clan’s strength.

With your cultivation and mastery of sword intent, none among the younger generation’s spiritual root descendants will be your equal.”

“Grandson will not fail. I will lead our Wang Clan to claim victory at the Hundred Clans Assembly,” Wang Li Yuan replied confidently.

“What of the rogue cultivator who stole your Myriad Pill Furnace? Have your men uncovered anything?”

“No. The rogue seems to have vanished without a trace.

Despite all efforts, the search yielded no clues, and the Three Great Families and Seven Clans have taken note of my activities. To avoid drawing undue attention, I have ordered my men to withdraw and halt the investigation.”

“It appears that rogue cultivator may not be from the Yue Kingdom at all.”

“Ancestor, do you suspect Wu Kingdom?”

“It’s a possibility, though I cannot say for certain. Let it rest for now. If an opportunity arises later, we’ll investigate further.

If not, it seems the Myriad Pill Furnace is simply not fated to remain with our Wang Clan.”

“Lastly, there’s another matter. The Summer Clan of Tongshan seeks to mend relations with us and has proposed a marriage alliance.”

“Oh? Who?”

“Bai Li Mo Xue.”

“The Emperor’s daughter?”

“Indeed. Her mother is the legitimate daughter of the Summer Clan, and both sides have agreed to arrange a match between you and Bai Li Mo Xue.”

“But would the Emperor agree? Bai Li Mo Xue is his most beloved daughter, and he has worked tirelessly to distance himself from the Three Great Families and the Seven Clans.”

“The Emperor’s consent is irrelevant. The Summer Clan’s approval is all that matters.

At the Hundred Clans Assembly, make sure to approach Bai Li Mo Xue.

If you marry her, our Wang Clan will become imperial relatives and strengthen our ties with the Summer Clan.

This alliance will give us the leverage we need to stand against the Three Great Families in the future.”

“As for your previous conflicts with Xia Chang Qing, let them go.”

“Understood, Ancestor,” Wang Li Yuan said with a respectful bow.

 

Chapter 163 Dispute over Engagement

The imperial capital, Royal Palace.

Bai Li Xi, having returned to the palace, had changed back into his imperial dragon robes and now sat behind the dragon desk, preparing to review the memorials submitted by his ministers over the past few days.

“Your Majesty, the Empress of the Eastern Palace requests an audience,” came the voice of an elderly eunuch from outside.

“Let her in,” Bai Li Xi said, not lifting his head as he focused on the memorial in front of him.

The Empress of the Eastern Palace was none other than Bai Li Mo Xue’s mother, the legitimate daughter of the Summer Clan from Tongshan.

“Your consort pays her respects to Your Majesty,” a stately and elegant woman in a phoenix robe entered the royal study with measured steps, bowing deeply in deference.

“Take a seat,” Bai Li Xi said flatly, still engrossed in his work.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The Empress took her seat to the side, her gaze lingering on the emperor as he continued to read. After a long silence, she finally spoke, her tone soft and measured.

“Has Xue’er returned yet?”

At this, Bai Li Xi’s brow furrowed slightly.

Had his trip to the Yun Cang Yun Clan, disguised and incognito with his daughter, been discovered?

“What do you mean? Isn’t Xue’er in her chambers, focused on her cultivation?”

“But when I visited her quarters a few days ago, the eunuchs and maids told me she wasn’t there.”

“She must have gone out to relax and enjoy herself,” Bai Li Xi replied, his tone unchanged.

“Why do you ask?”

“It is about this: my family’s patriarch intends to arrange a marriage between Xue’er and Wang Li Yuan of the Yulin Wang Clan.

I have inquired about Wang Li Yuan—he is the first prodigy of the Wang Clan, extraordinarily talented, and has already comprehended sword intent at a young age. He will soon enter the Qi Refining stage.

He is an exceptional young man.

I’ve come to inform Your Majesty, hoping you will approve of this marriage,” the Empress explained, her voice calm but with a hint of expectation.

“I’m afraid that would not be appropriate,” Bai Li Xi responded evenly, placing the memorial he had just reviewed neatly to the side.

Marry Xue’er to the Wang Clan, making them imperial in-laws?

The Three Great Families and Seven Clans were already ambitious and dangerous enough—how could he allow them to grow stronger?

His palace and court were already riddled with their influence. Letting them infiltrate further would be folly.

“What is inappropriate about it?”

“Wang Li Yuan is more than worthy of Xue’er, and with the Wang Clan as imperial relatives, Your Majesty’s reign would be even more secure.”

“There’s no need to discuss this further. I’ve said it’s inappropriate, and so it is!”

The Empress’s composed expression faltered slightly at Bai Li Xi’s blunt refusal.

“My family’s patriarch has already privately discussed this matter with the Wang Clan’s patriarch.

If Your Majesty refuses, it would offend both my family’s patriarch and the Wang Clan.

In the future…”

Her voice was gentle, but her words carried a veiled threat as she gazed at Bai Li Xi.

“Are you threatening me?”

Bai Li Xi’s eyes turned cold, his tone sharpening as an icy chill filled the room.

“Your consort wouldn’t dare,” she replied, bowing her head quickly.

“Hmph! You had better not!

As long as my patriarch and I remain, this kingdom will bear the name Bai Li!

In this palace, major decisions are for me to make, not your family’s patriarch.

Xue’er is my daughter. I will decide whom she marries, not anyone else.

Return and tell your patriarch to keep his hands out of palace affairs. The marriage decisions of imperial sons and daughters are not his to dictate!”

Bai Li Xi’s earlier good mood from his visit to the Yun Cang Yun Clan had entirely dissipated. His expression was one of cold fury as he glared at the Empress, his frustration palpable.

“Your Majesty, Xue’er is also my daughter. She is a part of me—her marriage is something I should have a say in!”

Despite the emperor’s anger, the Empress showed little fear. She stood firm, her voice resolute.

“Fine. Since you’ve put it this way, this matter will no longer be for either of us to decide.

Xue’er will decide for herself whether she wishes to marry.”

“Agreed,” the Empress replied, nodding slightly.

“Grand Eunuch Wei.”

“Your servant is here. What are Your Majesty’s orders?”

“Summon the Seventh Princess to the royal study. Tell her I wish to see her.”

“Your servant will go at once,” the elderly eunuch replied, bowing before hurrying off to carry out the emperor’s orders.

The atmosphere in the royal study turned heavy, the silence stretching like a dense fog.

After a while, Bai Li Mo Xue arrived, having been summoned by her father. Entering the room, she immediately bowed respectfully to her parents.

“Xue’er.”

The Empress’s expression softened the moment she saw her daughter. She approached her, gently caressing her cheek. “You’ve been so focused on your cultivation lately—you look thinner.”

“It’s nothing. The servants have been taking good care of me,” Bai Li Mo Xue replied with a faint smile before turning to her father.

“Father, why have you summoned me so suddenly? Is there something important?”

“Ask your mother,” Bai Li Xi replied tersely, not looking up.

Bai Li Mo Xue glanced at her mother, her expression puzzled.

“Your grandmother intends to arrange a marriage between you and Wang Li Yuan of the Yulin Wang Clan.

He’s an exceptional young man—talented, virtuous, and backed by the powerful Wang Clan.

Tell me, Xue’er, would you agree to such a match?” the Empress asked with a light smile.

Hearing her mother’s words and seeing the stern look on her father’s face, Bai Li Mo Xue quickly pieced together the situation.

“Mother, I wish to focus on my cultivation. I have no interest in matters of romance,” she said firmly.

At her words, Bai Li Xi, seated at the head of the room, let out an imperceptible sigh of relief.

However, the Empress frowned slightly. “Xue’er, romance and cultivation are not mutually exclusive.”

“My mind is made up, Mother. Please respect my decision,” Bai Li Mo Xue replied, stepping back and bowing deeply.

“Xue’er, you…”

The Empress was clearly displeased, but seeing her daughter’s resolve, she held back her temper.

“Very well. For now, we will set the matter aside. I’ve heard the Hundred Clans Assembly is approaching.

Wang Li Yuan will be there as well. Perhaps, when you meet him in person, you’ll change your mind.”

Bai Li Mo Xue said nothing in response.

Instead, her thoughts drifted to another face—Yun Yan Tian. She remembered the ease and joy of her time with the younger generation of the Yun Cang Yun Clan, the lively warmth of their gathering.

“Your Majesty, I shall take my leave,” the Empress said, realizing it would be unwise to push her daughter further on the matter. She gracefully departed the study.

“Father…”

“There’s no need to say more. This decision is yours to make.

For now, focus on your cultivation and prepare for the upcoming Hundred Clans Assembly. I have many other matters to attend to,” Bai Li Xi said, his tone softening slightly.

“Understood, Father. I’ll take my leave,” Bai Li Mo Xue said, bowing again before exiting the room.

Outside the royal study, the Empress’s expression darkened.

“The Emperor and Xue’er have both been absent from the palace recently. Where exactly did they go?”

She turned to a maid standing by her side—a plain-looking woman with a sword on her back, her demeanor calm and collected.

The maid, a rogue cultivator in service to the Summer Clan, bowed. “Your servant conducted an investigation, but the Emperor’s movements are tightly guarded. We were unable to uncover any details.”

“The Emperor’s strong opposition to this marriage suggests there’s more to this than we know. Send a message to the family. Have them investigate further,” the Empress ordered, her narrow eyes glinting with a cold light.

“As you command.”

Yuncang County, Yun Clan Estate.

“For this trip to the Hundred Clans Assembly, you must give it your all. Winning or losing doesn’t matter as much as bringing home a daughter-in-law for me!”

Standing beside the carriage, Yun Yun Yue offered a stream of instructions to Yun Yan Tian, his tone both encouraging and teasing.

“Father, I understand,” Yun Yan Tian replied, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

“Shuang’er, you must help your elder brother. Win over your future sister-in-law if you can!”

“Don’t worry, Second Uncle. I’ll do my best,” Yun Yan Shuang said with a mischievous smile.

“And Yan Shui, your elder brother isn’t great with words when it comes to matters of the heart.

You’re thick-skinned—use that to your advantage. Go with your uncle to the assembly, learn from him, and help your brother court his future wife,” Yun Yun Yue instructed.

“Rest assured, Second Uncle. I’ll ensure we bring back a beautiful daughter-in-law for you. Who knows? At this rate, you might even have a grandchild soon!”

“Haha! Good! If you succeed, Second Uncle will treat you to the finest food and wine!”

The family burst into laughter, the lively exchange setting a warm tone as the group prepared for the journey ahead.

 

Chapter 164 Unmoved

“Engaged to Yun Yan Tian?”

Hearing the report from her maid, the Empress of the Eastern Palace furrowed her brows deeply, her expression darkening.

“Yes, Your Grace. The family has confirmed this in secret,” the maid replied respectfully.

“And who is this Yun Yan Tian?”

“Your Grace, he is a spiritual root descendant of the Yun Cang Yun Clan, said to possess notable cultivation talent.

Currently, his cultivation has reached the peak of the seventh level of the Embryo Breath stage, rivaling or surpassing many spiritual root descendants of the Three Great Families and Seven Clans,” the maid explained.

“The Yun Cang Yun Clan? I’ve heard of them,” the Empress mused.

“Indeed, Your Grace. The Yun Cang Yun Clan is a small cultivation family based in Yuncang County. Their rapid growth over the past seven years has been remarkable.

They’ve even established a cultivation marketplace in Yuncang County, which has attracted numerous rogue cultivators.

Additionally, several other cultivation families across Yue Kingdom have rented shops in their marketplace,” the maid elaborated.

“Hmph! Compared to the Yulin Wang Clan, the Yun Cang Yun Clan is still far inferior. And Yun Yan Tian is no match for Wang Li Yuan.

What could His Majesty be thinking, arranging for Xue’er to marry a spiritual root descendant of the Yun Cang Yun Clan?”

The Empress scoffed, the chill in her eyes deepening.

“The family suspects that His Majesty intends to use the Seventh Princess’s marriage to secretly support the Yun Cang Yun Clan.

Once Xue’er marries into their family, His Majesty would have ample reason to help the Yun Cang Yun Clan rise,” the maid continued.

“Marry my daughter to bolster their family? Not a chance!” the Empress said coldly.

The Three Great Families and Seven Clans were already enough of a burden in Yue Kingdom. She had no desire to see another cultivation family rise and potentially challenge her own Summer Clan in the future.

“What are the patriarch’s plans?”

“The patriarch has arranged for Young Master Changqing to eliminate Yun Yan Tian during the trials of the Hundred Clans Assembly.

Once Yun Yan Tian is dead, the Seventh Princess will no longer be bound by the engagement, and she won’t have to marry into the Yun Cang Yun Clan.

This would also thwart His Majesty’s plans to aid the Yun Cang Yun Clan’s rise.

In such a scenario, His Majesty would have no grounds to object,” the maid reported.

“The patriarch’s plan is well thought out,” the Empress nodded in agreement.

She understood why the family had chosen to act during the trials rather than through covert means.

If Yun Yan Tian were assassinated outside the assembly, His Majesty might investigate the matter.

After all, Yun Yan Tian was engaged to her daughter. If their actions were exposed, it would not only further estrange her from the Emperor but also damage the Summer Clan’s standing, giving the other factions within the palace an opportunity to exploit the situation.

However, if Yun Yan Tian perished during the assembly trials, it would simply be attributed to the dangers of the competition.

It was common knowledge that the Hundred Clans Assembly was fraught with peril. Each year, the event claimed the lives of several young cultivators.

While the assembly was ostensibly meant to provide opportunities for spiritual root descendants to improve their skills and understanding, many knew it was also a means for the court to quietly weaken the younger generations of the major families and deplete their resources.

“Has the Wang Clan been informed?”

“The patriarch has already sent word to the Wang Clan. However…”

“However, what?”

“The Wang Clan seems reluctant to take action against Yun Yan Tian during the assembly,” the maid admitted hesitantly.

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Your servant does not know,” the maid said, lowering her gaze.

“Hmph! Useless fools! The Yun Cang Yun Clan has the audacity to take their daughter-in-law, and they do nothing?”

The Empress had assumed that upon learning of the engagement, the Wang Clan’s patriarch and Wang Li Yuan would be enraged and eager to join forces with the Summer Clan to eliminate Yun Yan Tian during the trials.

To her dismay, the Wang Clan appeared disinterested in pursuing the matter.

“Your servant also finds the Wang Clan’s behavior puzzling,” the maid added.

“Forget it! If the Wang Clan won’t act, the Summer Clan will.

As for whether Xue’er will marry into their family afterward—that will depend on my mood.

A family as spineless as theirs doesn’t deserve my daughter,” the Empress declared, her tone dripping with disdain.

The Wang Clan’s inaction only added to her frustration.

Had it not been for the patriarch’s intention to strengthen ties with the Wang Clan and solidify relations between the two families, the Empress of the Eastern Palace might not have considered this match for her daughter at all.

Yulin County, Wang Clan Ancestral Grounds.

“Engaged to Yun Yan Tian?”

Hearing the patriarch’s words, Wang Li Yuan frowned deeply.

“Yes. Our clever Emperor quietly left the palace in disguise, accompanied by Immortal Master Li and the Seventh Princess.

He visited the Yun Cang Yun Clan recently and secretly arranged the engagement between the Seventh Princess and Yun Yan Tian.

And our Wang Clan received no word of this!” Wang Qing Shan’s face was ashen, a mix of anger and begrudging admiration for Bai Li Xi’s cunning.

Then again, it made sense. A ruler who had navigated endless schemes and treachery within the palace could easily outmaneuver those below him.

“Patriarch, what about the marriage between myself and the Seventh Princess?” Wang Li Yuan asked hesitantly.

“It’s off.”

“I understand,” Wang Li Yuan replied, managing a bitter smile.

He was well aware of Yun Yan Tian’s status as the disciple of a powerful master. With the engagement sealed, the Wang Clan could not afford to involve itself in such a volatile matter.

“Patriarch, His Majesty’s decision to betroth the Seventh Princess to Yun Yan Tian likely stems from his awareness of the powerful figure behind the Yun Cang Yun Clan.

It seems His Majesty plans to covertly support the Yun Cang Yun Clan after the marriage.

Given their rapid growth, if they receive the court’s backing, they’ll soar to unimaginable heights.

Do you have any strategy to counter this?” Wang Zhong Tian asked, his tone heavy with frustration and resentment.

The idea that a daughter-in-law meant for his family was now bound to the Yun Cang Yun Clan filled him with indignation.

Yet the thought of the formidable master behind that family left him feeling powerless.

“Our Wang Clan cannot afford to act against Yun Yan Tian. For this reason, I rejected the Summer Clan patriarch’s proposal to have Li Yuan and Xia Changqing eliminate Yun Yan Tian during the trials of the Hundred Clans Assembly,” Wang Qing Shan said calmly.

“The Summer Clan wants to kill Yun Yan Tian?”

“Indeed.”

“Then so be it. Let them take the risk.

If the Summer Clan dares provoke the master behind the Yun Cang Yun Clan, we can sit back and watch the fallout,” Wang Zhong Tian said with a cold smile.

“Precisely. If the Summer Clan foolishly angers that master, their fate will either be severe damage to their strength or complete annihilation.

Let one family fall while another rises. The power dynamics of the Three Great Families and Seven Clans in Yue Kingdom will remain largely unchanged,” Wang Qing Shan said with a faint smirk.

“Furthermore, allowing the Summer Clan to take action might slow the Yun Cang Yun Clan’s rapid ascent, which benefits us either way.

At most, we lose the chance to marry into the royal family and become imperial in-laws,” he added with a dry chuckle.

The patriarch had made up his mind the moment he received the Summer Clan’s proposal.

“It’s a pity for Li Yuan, though, to endure this humiliation,” Wang Qing Shan said with a sigh, looking down at Wang Li Yuan.

“Patriarch, it’s of no concern. I will manage,” Wang Li Yuan said respectfully.

“In time, I will arrange another match for you—one far better than the Seventh Princess,” Wang Qing Shan promised.

“Thank you, Patriarch.”

“Enough. You may leave. The Hundred Clans Assembly is fast approaching, and spiritual root descendants and cultivators from all over will be attending.

I hear the patriarchs of the Canglan Ye Clan, Wangyue Lin Clan, and Chuanyin Lu Clan have also been invited.”

“Patriarch, will you also attend?”

“The Emperor sent an invitation. Not attending isn’t an option.”

“Attending the assembly will allow me to observe His Majesty and gauge his health.

If his lifespan is nearing its end and he is close to ascending… hmph! Our Wang Clan will have a golden opportunity!”

“But what if the Emperor invited you with ill intentions?”

“No matter. I’ll be prepared. Besides, the patriarchs of the Three Great Families will be present as well.

Even if the Emperor is Yue Kingdom’s most powerful cultivator, he can’t possibly face four Foundation Establishment cultivators at once.”

“Since you’ve already considered every angle, I have nothing more to say,” Wang Li Yuan replied.

“Patriarch, I will take my leave.”

“Patriarch, I shall also withdraw,” Wang Zhong Tian said, bowing.

The two figures exited, leaving Wang Qing Shan alone, deep in thought.

 

Chapter 165: Dragon Vein Land

“So this is the Imperial Capital?”

From inside the carriage, Yun Yan Shui peered out at the bustling streets, his eyes wide with amazement.

The roads were alive with throngs of people, and rows of buildings lined every corner, their rooftops forming a jagged skyline.

Shops of all kinds displayed a dazzling array of goods, while street vendors called out enthusiastically to passersby, their stalls offering everything from trinkets to delicacies.

The vibrant scene was a stark contrast to the quiet simplicity of Yuncang County, a reminder of the capital’s grandeur and prosperity.

“Yes, this is it,” Yun Yun Yang replied with a faint smile.

“It’s far livelier than Yuncang County,” Yan Shui marveled, his excitement evident.

“Indeed,” Yun Yun Yang agreed.

“Uncle, where in the capital is the Hundred Clans Assembly being held?”

“At Wanlong Mountain,” Yun Yun Yang answered.

“Are we heading there now?”

“No. First, we’ll find an inn to settle in for the night. Tomorrow, we’ll make our way to Wanlong Mountain.”

Qingyun Inn

Welcomed warmly by the innkeeper, Yun Yun Yang arranged accommodations for his group, securing a set of fine rooms for them.

Meanwhile, in the inn’s first-floor teahouse near a window, Xia Changqing sat with several spiritual root descendants of the Summer Clan, sipping tea and chatting.

“Changqing Brother, look,” one of the disciples murmured, nudging him and gesturing toward the newly arrived guests.

Following the disciple’s gaze, Xia Changqing’s eyes narrowed as they landed on Yun Yun Yang’s group. His focus sharpened on Yun Yan Tian.

“Is that the Yun Yan Tian the patriarch mentioned?”

“It is,” the disciple confirmed.

“Hmph! The Yun Cang Yun Clan dares to dream of marrying Bai Li Mo Xue? Absurd!”

“Indeed. How could someone like Yun Yan Tian be worthy of her?”

“Changqing Brother, should we go and… test the waters?” one of the disciples suggested, his tone laced with malice.

“No. Don’t stir trouble now. The patriarch’s orders are clear—we wait until the trials during the Hundred Clans Assembly tomorrow,” Xia Changqing said, restraining his companions. Rising from his seat, he approached Yun Yun Yang’s group alone.

“Junior Xia Changqing of the Tongshan Summer Clan greets Senior Yun,” Xia Changqing said politely, bowing slightly.

“Ah, Xia Changqing! I’ve heard of you,” Yun Yun Yang replied with a polite smile, returning the gesture.

The Tongshan Summer Clan was one of the Seven Clans, and Xia Changqing was among the most talented of its younger generation, known for his remarkable strength.

“I’ve long admired the Yun Cang Yun Clan. Your family has risen rapidly and flourished impressively over the years.

I’ve wanted to meet you, Senior Yun, as well as the two spiritual root descendants of your clan,” Xia Changqing said, his tone warm and courteous.

His gaze, however, settled deliberately on Yun Yan Tian and Yun Yan Shuang, entirely ignoring Yun Yan Shui.

“Yan Tian, Shuang’er, come and greet Xia Changqing,” Yun Yun Yang said.

“I am Yun Yan Tian. A pleasure to meet you, Brother Changqing,” Yan Tian said with a slight bow.

“And I am Yun Yan Shuang. Greetings, Brother Changqing,” Shuang’er said with a smile.

“Your cultivation is impressive. I’m sure the two of you will excel in tomorrow’s trials,” Xia Changqing remarked, his tone pleasant but his eyes cold.

“You flatter us, Brother Changqing. My sister and I have only modest skills—we’re nowhere near your level,” Yan Tian replied humbly, though his guarded tone did not escape Xia Changqing’s notice.

“Haha! Brother Yan Tian, you’re too modest,” Xia Changqing said, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

“Now that we’ve met, I propose we travel together to the assembly tomorrow. When the trials begin, I hope Brother Yan Tian and Sister Shuang will lend their support to my Summer Clan.

Together, we can face whatever challenges lie ahead.”

“It would be an honor,” Yan Tian replied politely, though he inwardly wished to avoid deeper involvement with Xia Changqing.

“Excellent! With your help, I’m confident the rewards of this assembly will be divided between our clans’ disciples,” Xia Changqing said with a laugh.

“Let’s hope all goes smoothly,” Yan Tian said, his voice steady despite the unease creeping into his heart.

“Yun Senior, Yan Tian Brother, Shuang’er, I won’t disturb you further. Tomorrow morning, let’s travel together,” Xia Changqing said with practiced elegance, his demeanor polished.

After some idle chatter, he returned to his seat among his clan siblings, sipping tea nonchalantly as if their conversation had been a mere courtesy.

“Let’s head back to our rooms,” Yun Yun Yang instructed, watching Xia Changqing leave.

The four of them followed the innkeeper to the second floor, where their rooms awaited.

“The Tongshan Summer Clan has had little interaction with our family. Why would Xia Changqing make such an effort to approach us?” Yun Yan Tian asked his uncle as soon as they were seated, his brows furrowed in suspicion.

“I’m not sure of his intentions, but at least he didn’t show any overt hostility just now,” Yun Yun Yang replied with a shake of his head.

He couldn’t fathom why Xia Changqing, a prominent spiritual root descendant of the Tongshan Summer Clan, would take the trouble to seek them out.

The Yun Cang Yun Clan, despite its rapid growth, was still a relatively minor cultivation family—why would it draw the interest of someone from one of the Seven Clans?

Still, a suspicion lingered in Yun Yun Yang’s mind. Perhaps it had something to do with Bai Li Senior.

‘It seems the Emperor’s visit to our Yun Clan with Bai Li Miss didn’t go unnoticed. The Three Great Families and Seven Clans must have caught wind of it.

That could explain why the Tongshan Summer Clan is suddenly paying attention to us,’ he thought, his gaze growing distant.

“Yan Tian, Shuang’er. During tomorrow’s trials at the Hundred Clans Assembly, be cautious of anyone from the Summer Clan.

Also, keep an eye on the disciples of the other Three Families and Six Clans,” Yun Yun Yang warned.

“Don’t worry, Uncle. Shuang’er and I will be careful,” Yan Tian replied resolutely.

“Good. That’s enough for now. We’ve had a long journey—get some rest,” Yun Yun Yang said, waving them off.

The Next Morning

Yun Yan Shui and the others woke early, only to find that Xia Changqing and his entourage of Summer Clan disciples were already waiting outside the inn.

“Yun Senior, Yan Tian Brother, Shuang’er,” Xia Changqing greeted with a smile.

“You’re up early, Xia Changqing,” Yun Yun Yang replied.

“It’s a habit,” Xia Changqing said smoothly.

He invited them to board the carriage, which took them directly to Wanlong Mountain.

Wanlong Mountain

Wanlong Mountain lay twenty li outside the Imperial Capital. Its crisscrossing ridges formed a sprawling landscape that resembled coiled dragons when viewed from above, giving the mountain its name.

This was the ancestral land of Yue Kingdom’s royal family, a place steeped in spiritual energy. Its abundant resources had nurtured the Bai Li family, enabling them to establish the Yue Kingdom and claim legitimacy over its lands.

The mountain was teeming with fierce beasts and mythical plants, protected by an intricate network of barriers. Generations of royal ancestors had ensured its defense with layers of enchantments and stationed troops to guard its borders.

To manage the kingdom’s cultivation families and rogue cultivators who coveted the mountain’s treasures, the royal family had devised the Hundred Clans Assembly.

During the assembly, spiritual root descendants from various families could enter the mountain for trials, hunting beasts, and gathering treasures according to their abilities.

This arrangement allowed the royal family to control access to the mountain’s resources while subtly weakening the other families.

“Wanlong Mountain is the royal family’s ancestral land and the source of their power,” Xia Changqing explained as they approached the mountain’s base.

“Legend has it that the founding ancestor of Yue Kingdom relied on the resources of this mountain to strengthen the Bai Li family and establish the royal dynasty we see today.

The mountain holds countless treasures—beasts, plants, and mystical opportunities comparable to those of the Dan Ding Sect’s ruins.

To ensure everyone benefits, the royal ancestors created the Hundred Clans Assembly, allowing spiritual root descendants to explore the mountain.

Whatever they find, they keep.”

At the foot of the mountain, Xia Changqing presented his identity as a disciple of the Tongshan Summer Clan. After a brief inspection, the guards stationed at the entrance granted them passage.

The group ascended the stone-paved path, surrounded by the mountain’s rich spiritual energy.

The air buzzed with the roars of beasts and the rustling of creatures in the dense forests.

Protected by the enchantments, the group felt secure, though the occasional glint of predatory eyes in the undergrowth reminded them of the dangers within.

Amid the towering trees and thick undergrowth, they spotted various spiritual plants thriving in abundance. Yellow-grade herbs of the first to third tiers seemed almost commonplace.

Their wonder grew with every step.

“So this is the royal family’s treasure trove,” Yun Yan Tian murmured, awestruck.

No wonder the royal family could afford to send resources like spirit rice and stones to their Yun Clan each year.

Compared to what lay within Wanlong Mountain, those gifts were merely a drop in the ocean.

Even the resources sent to the Three Great Families and Seven Clans were likely a mere fraction of the mountain’s riches.

 

Chapter 166 The Emperor’s Heart is as Deep as the Abyss

‘With such a treasure mountain at their command, it’s no wonder the Three Great Families and Seven Clans secretly covet the royal throne and dream of overthrowing the dynasty.’

‘But why would the royal family have raised the Three Great Families and Seven Clans in the first place, nurturing such wolves and tigers?’

‘No matter. These concerns are not mine to dwell on for now. My focus must remain on the growth of the Yun Cang Yun Clan, ensuring its survival and prosperity for generations to come.’

As Yun Yun Yang walked along the stone-paved path leading to the summit of Wanlong Mountain, his thoughts swirled with questions and uncertainties. The more he pondered, the more puzzled he became.

Perhaps only a direct conversation with that esteemed figure, if they were willing to speak, could shed light on these mysteries.

“Yun Senior, we’ve arrived,” Xia Changqing’s voice broke through his musings.

Yun Yun Yang raised his gaze, and what met his eyes was a breathtaking scene of endless celestial palaces.

Mist wreathed the surroundings, and cranes glided gracefully through the air.

Vibrant blossoms competed in brilliance, and serene ponds and intricately crafted rock formations dotted the landscape. It felt as though they had stepped into an ethereal realm beyond the mortal world.

“In the distance lies the Wanlong Hall. Traditionally, the Emperor hosts a grand banquet there during the Hundred Clans Assembly, welcoming the honored guests who gather for the occasion,” Xia Changqing explained, his hands clasped behind his back as he gestured toward the majestic palace looming ahead.

Even as he spoke, a massive celestial crane, as large as a bull, descended gracefully from the skies, lowering its long neck in invitation to Xia Changqing and his companions from the Summer Clan.

Another crane followed suit, bowing its neck toward Yun Yun Yang and his group.

The sight of such obedient and majestic creatures drew murmurs of awe from Yun Yun Yang and the others.

“Next, we’ll ride these celestial cranes to the Wanlong Hall. These creatures are spirit beasts raised and cared for by the royal family’s beastmasters.

In addition, the royal family has domesticated many other spirit beasts, all of which are housed within Wanlong Mountain,” Xia Changqing said as he led his clan members onto the broad back of one of the cranes. He sat cross-legged and glanced back with a smile at Yun Yun Yang’s group.

“I see,” Yun Yun Yang murmured, nodding thoughtfully. He guided Yun Yan Shui, Yun Yan Tian, and Yun Yan Shuang onto the waiting crane.

With a resonant cry, the massive crane stood tall, its wings spanning four or five meters. With a gentle beat, it effortlessly carried the four of them into the air, heading toward the imposing silhouette of the Wanlong Hall.

The rushing wind lifted their hair and robes, but strangely, the flight remained steady, as though an invisible force held them securely in place.

As they approached the Wanlong Hall, its immense scale and grandeur became ever more apparent.

In the distance, other cranes soared through the skies, carrying spiritual root descendants from various families to the same destination.

One by one, the cranes landed gracefully at the entrance of the Wanlong Hall, lowering their necks to allow their passengers to disembark and make their way inside.

Yun Yun Yang’s crane followed suit, descending smoothly and waiting for them to alight.

“Yun Senior, let’s head inside and find our seats together,” Xia Changqing suggested with a polite smile.

“Very well,” Yun Yun Yang agreed readily.

As this was his first visit to the Wanlong Hall, there was much he didn’t know. Having Xia Changqing to guide them eased many potential complications.

“Yun Yang Brother.”

Just as they were about to follow Xia Changqing and his companions into the hall, a familiar voice called out to Yun Yun Yang.

Turning toward the sound, Yun Yun Yang was delighted to see none other than Li Qing.

“Immortal Master Li!”

Smiling broadly, Yun Yun Yang quickly led Yun Yan Shui, Yun Yan Tian, and Yun Yan Shuang to pay their respects.

Xia Changqing and the Summer Clan disciples, recognizing Li Qing, also bowed deferentially.

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

“Yun Yang Brother, care to walk with me? I’m familiar with the Wanlong Hall and can show you around,” he offered warmly.

“That would be most appreciated, Immortal Master Li!” Yun Yun Yang replied, his eyes lighting up.

Having interacted with Li Qing on several occasions, Yun Yun Yang trusted him far more than Xia Changqing.

“Xia Changqing, I hope you’ll excuse me. I’ll leave the guidance to Immortal Master Li,” Yun Yun Yang said with a smile.

“Not at all. If Immortal Master Li is guiding you, then you’re in excellent hands,” Xia Changqing replied courteously, bowing as he stepped aside.

Xia Changqing waved dismissively, his smile unwavering, but his gaze turned cold as he watched Yun Yun Yang and his group leave with Li Qing.

“Brother Changqing, that Li Immortal Master is a confidant of the Emperor. His appearance here seems too coincidental. Could it be…?”

“Enough,” Xia Changqing interrupted, his tone sharp. “Whether we discuss it or not, we’ll eventually cross paths with the Yun Cang Yun Clan’s spiritual root descendants.”

Xia Changqing wasn’t blind to the calculated nature of Li Qing’s arrival. It was clear the Emperor didn’t want the Yun Cang Yun Clan associating too closely with the Tongshan Summer Clan.

In truth, it was just another move in the Emperor’s larger game—a deliberate effort to distance himself from the Three Great Families and Seven Clans.

“Brother Yun Yang, the Tongshan Summer Clan intends to target your Yun Clan. During the trials at the Hundred Clans Assembly, Yan Tian and Shuang’er must exercise extreme caution,” Li Qing said as he strolled leisurely beside Yun Yun Yang, his hands clasped behind his back.

“This… why would they do such a thing?” Yun Yun Yang feigned confusion, though he already had his suspicions.

“Come now, no need to play dumb,” Li Qing said with a chuckle. “Bai Li Senior’s visit to your Yun Clan with the princess made his intentions clear enough.”

“So, Immortal Master Li, you’ve known all along?” Yun Yun Yang asked, dropping the pretense.

“The Seventh Princess, Bai Li Mo Xue, is not just any royal—she’s the Emperor’s favorite daughter. Her mother, after all, is a direct descendant of the Tongshan Summer Clan.

The Emperor values your Yun Clan enough to propose marrying the princess to Yan Tian. His plan is to quietly support your family, hoping you will become a crucial ally in countering the growing ambitions of the Three Great Families and Seven Clans.

Naturally, the Summer Clan discovered this and opposes the union. Unable to act directly, they’ve chosen the trials as the stage to eliminate Yan Tian and disrupt the Emperor’s plans,” Li Qing explained with a wry smile.

“I see,” Yun Yun Yang said, nodding slowly as the pieces fell into place.

“But does the Emperor trust my Yun Clan so easily?” he asked after a moment’s thought.

“Of course,” Li Qing replied without hesitation.

“He’s not worried that one day, after fostering your Yun Clan’s rise, you might grow ambitious like the others?”

“If he had such doubts, he wouldn’t have gone as far as proposing this marriage, let alone clashing with the Empress over it,” Li Qing said with a chuckle.

“To earn the Emperor’s trust in this way, my clan is truly humbled,” Yun Yun Yang remarked, his tone laced with irony.

“Rest assured,” Li Qing said, catching the underlying concern. “With the elder master of your clan standing guard, the Emperor has no fear of your Yun Clan harboring treacherous ambitions.

This alliance is one of mutual benefit. With the princess as the bridge, your family will have royal backing, and the Emperor will have a loyal ally.

If not for the elder master’s presence, I doubt the Emperor would dare to entrust his daughter to your family or seek to support you so openly.”

Yun Yun Yang listened intently, and Li Qing’s words began to clarify the Emperor’s intentions.

The elder master’s presence reassured the Emperor that the Yun Clan posed no threat to the throne. If the elder had harbored any ambitions, the royal family could have been toppled long ago.

Furthermore, the elder’s support for Yan Tian made the proposed union all the more appealing. It wasn’t just a marriage—it was a pact, a strategy to secure the Yun Clan as a steadfast ally.

“Immortal Master Li, may I ask another question?”

“Of course,” Li Qing said, gesturing for him to continue.

“The Summer Clan’s intention to kill my nephew Yan Tian—it seems this isn’t merely about stopping the marriage and the Emperor’s support for our family, is it?”

“Ha! You’ve hit the mark. There’s more at play here,” Li Qing admitted.

“The Summer Clan has another motive. They’re planning to marry the princess to Wang Li Yuan of the Yulin Wang Clan. This union would strengthen ties between the two families, especially after recent tensions.

This marriage is seen as a means to repair the strained relations between the Summer and Wang Clans,” Li Qing explained.

“I see,” Yun Yun Yang said, nodding thoughtfully.

“Then the Wang Clan must also be involved, plotting against my nephew, yes?”

“No. According to intelligence gathered by the Emperor’s agents, the Wang Clan has chosen to stay out of this,” Li Qing replied.

“Ah,” Yun Yun Yang said, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I suppose the Wang Clan’s patriarch fears our elder master.”

“Precisely,” Li Qing confirmed, matching his smile.

“But the Summer Clan remains adamant. They still intend to act against my nephew.

It seems the Wang Clan has deliberately withheld key information, allowing the Summer Clan to clash with us while they watch from the sidelines, hoping we weaken each other,” Yun Yun Yang observed.

“You’re as sharp as ever,” Li Qing said with a laugh.

“But would the Emperor truly allow the Summer Clan to act, given their familial ties to the royal family?”

 

Chapter 167: Insults

“Despite their ties as in-laws, the Emperor has been distancing himself from the Three Great Families and Seven Clans for years. Even if he explained the situation to the Tongshan Summer Clan, there’s no guarantee they’d believe him,” Li Qing remarked.

Hearing this, Yun Yun Yang nodded in understanding.

“For years, the royal court and palace have been infiltrated by countless spies and members from the Three Great Families and Seven Clans.

The Emperor has been under their constant surveillance. His decision to take the Seventh Princess and visit your Yun Clan in disguise was a calculated move to avoid their notice and prevent them from targeting your family.

Unfortunately, it seems he underestimated their intelligence network. Now your family has drawn the attention of the Tongshan Summer Clan, bringing you unnecessary trouble,” Li Qing sighed, his tone heavy with regret.

He went on to recount the Emperor’s struggles and hardships in recent years, sparing no detail. For Li Qing, the Yun Cang Yun Clan, under Yun Yun Yang’s leadership, had become one of the few families in the kingdom that he and the Emperor could truly trust.

“Don’t say that, Immortal Master. The Emperor’s intentions were not malicious. Besides, my Yun Clan has faced its share of challenges on the road to growth. One more won’t make much of a difference,” Yun Yun Yang said with a lighthearted smile.

The trust shown by both Li Qing and the Emperor was not something Yun Yun Yang took lightly. He wouldn’t harbor resentment over the trouble their visit might have brought.

“Ha! If the Emperor hears your words, he’ll surely be heartened. He often spoke on our journey back to the palace about how much he admired the harmony and camaraderie within your family.

He believes choosing to support the Yun Cang Yun Clan was a wise decision and trusts that your family won’t develop the same wolfish ambitions as the Three Great Families and Seven Clans.”

“My clan will not disappoint the Emperor or you, Immortal Master,” Yun Yun Yang said firmly.

“This trial is your opportunity to prove your strength. Show them what your Yun Clan is capable of,” Li Qing said with a grin.

“We will give it our all,” Yun Yun Yang assured him.

“Good. Enough talk for now. Come, let’s head inside. The banquet will begin shortly,” Li Qing said, leading Yun Yun Yang and his group toward the Wanlong Hall.

On the way, Yun Yan Shui, Yun Yan Tian, and Yun Yan Shuang were stunned when they heard that Bai Li Mo Xue was the Seventh Princess.

“The Seventh Princess?!”

“Yes,” Yun Yun Yang confirmed with a nod.

“Uncle, did you already suspect Bai Li Senior’s identity?” Yun Yan Tian asked after a long silence.

“I did,” Yun Yun Yang admitted.

“The Emperor has placed his hopes in our family. We must not let him down. Yan Tian, Shuang’er, this trial is your chance to demonstrate the strength of the Yun Cang Yun Clan. Show them what you’re capable of,” he said, his expression serious.

“Especially you, Yan Tian. You’re the one destined to marry the Seventh Princess. You must not falter or let the Tongshan Summer Clan belittle you!”

“I understand, Uncle. I will give it my all,” Yun Yan Tian replied with determination.

‘So the Tongshan Summer Clan wants to kill Brother Yan Tian?’

‘The Hundred Clans Assembly isn’t the place to make reckless moves. Too many powerful eyes are watching. This will have to wait until after the trials,’ Yun Yan Shui thought, his eyes narrowing as a chilling gleam flickered within them.

Inside the Wanlong Hall, representatives from the various clans were already seated.

“Brother, what are you doing?” Yun Yan Shuang asked, noticing her elder brother sneaking items from the banquet table into a storage pouch.

“Packing up,” Yun Yan Shui replied nonchalantly, stuffing spirit wine, spirit fruits, and other rare delicacies into the pouch with practiced ease.

“This banquet is filled with treasures our clan doesn’t have. I’m taking them back to honor our parents, uncles, and siblings. I’m doing this for the family,” he said, sighing dramatically as he continued his “harvest.”

Yun Yun Yang could only shake his head with a wry smile, while Yun Yan Tian nearly choked on his drink, thoroughly exasperated with his younger brother.

“Have you no shame? Everyone is watching us! You’re embarrassing our clan!” Yun Yan Shuang scolded with a huff, though her actions betrayed her words. Quietly, she began slipping spirit fruits and wine into her brother’s pouch, muttering under her breath, “Take more. There’s no way this will be enough for everyone back home.”

“Hmph! So those are the spiritual root descendants of the Yun Cang Yun Clan? To think they’d shamelessly pack up the Emperor’s banquet like common thieves. How disgraceful,” a cold voice sneered from a nearby table.

“Indeed! Such disgraceful behavior truly tarnishes the atmosphere of this grand event!”

The antics of Yun Yan Shui and his sister did not go unnoticed. Many spiritual root descendants and elders from other clans sneered at their lack of decorum, their contempt for the Yun Cang Yun Clan growing deeper by the minute.

“Brother Changqing, are you not drinking your wine?”

Yun Yan Shui’s sharp eyes fell on the untouched array of spirit wines and fruits on Xia Changqing’s table. His curiosity compelled him to ask.

“I’m not,” Xia Changqing replied with an air of nonchalance.

As Yun Yan Shui was Yun Yan Shuang’s elder brother and thus had a familial tie to a distinguished spiritual root practitioner, Xia Changqing remained polite despite his growing disdain.

“You’re not drinking it? Then, how about giving it to me? I’m rather fond of these,” Yun Yan Shui said with a mischievous grin.

“Help yourself,” Xia Changqing said, maintaining a calm demeanor though irritation brewed within him.

“Much obliged!” Yun Yan Shui beamed, gleefully sweeping every last drop of spirit wine from Xia Changqing’s table into his storage pouch.

“What about the fruits and pastries?” Yun Yan Shui asked, his eyes twinkling with shameless intent.

“You may take those too, Brother Yan Shui,” Xia Changqing replied, his voice steady, though his hands itched to slap the audacious man. He forced himself to remain composed—losing his temper in front of so many spiritual root descendants and elders would only tarnish his dignity.

“Brother Changqing, you’re truly generous. On behalf of my entire clan, I thank you for your gracious gifts!” Yun Yan Shui said with exaggerated sincerity.

He proceeded to sweep every last morsel of spirit fruits and pastries into his pouch, leaving Xia Changqing with an empty table and a twitching eye.

When Yun Yan Shui’s gaze shifted to the other Xia Clan disciples, they immediately clutched their food and drinks, hurriedly consuming them to ensure nothing else would fall into his hands.

“My apologies, Xia Changqing. My nephew can be rather shameless at times,” Yun Yun Yang said, feigning remorse as he watched Yun Yan Shui return triumphantly to his seat.

“It’s no trouble. My clan has an abundance of such things; we’ve long grown tired of them,” Xia Changqing replied, his words laced with veiled mockery.

“Ah, then I must thank you for your clan’s generosity!” Yun Yun Yang said with a hearty laugh, seemingly unfazed by the barb.

“Brother, that was brilliant!” Yun Yan Shuang whispered, giving her brother a sly thumbs-up.

Even Yun Yan Tian, typically critical of his younger brother’s antics, couldn’t help but crack a smile.

After all, what was more satisfying than seeing Xia Changqing humbled and gaining valuable spoils to bring home to their family?

As for decorum and reputation? Those were luxuries they couldn’t afford to prioritize over tangible gains.

“The Emperor has arrived!”

A shrill voice echoed through the hall, cutting through the chatter.

All present—spiritual root descendants and elders alike—immediately adjusted their attire, rising from their seats to bow in unison.

“We welcome His Majesty! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!”

Accompanied by eunuchs, palace maids, consorts, and his royal children, Emperor Bai Li Xi entered the Wanlong Hall with measured steps.

Among the procession, Yun Yan Tian caught sight of Bai Li Mo Xue, dressed in an elegant white gown, a light green sash cinching her waist and accentuating her graceful figure.

Her delicate features, untouched by cosmetics, radiated natural beauty that was breathtaking. Among the royal children, she shone brightest, drawing Yun Yan Tian’s gaze as if spellbound.

Lost in admiration, he failed to notice her playful glance until she arched a brow at him, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

Realizing his impropriety, Yun Yan Tian hastily lowered his gaze, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Watching his flustered reaction, Bai Li Mo Xue’s heart brimmed with quiet joy, though she maintained her usual cool and composed demeanor outwardly.

 

Chapter 168 No Words Required

“The way that Yun Yantian and the Seventh Princess were exchanging glances—it’s simply revolting!”

On one side, Wang Lilong, having witnessed the earlier scene, spoke with evident indignation.

The Tongshan Xia Clan had originally planned to betroth the Seventh Princess to Wang Liyuan, his elder brother. Unexpectedly, the Emperor had secretly arranged for the Seventh Princess to be promised to Yun Yantian of the Yuncang Yun Clan.

What frustrated Wang Lilong even more was that he had assumed their ancestor would order him and Wang Liyuan to join forces during the Hundred Clans Assembly to deal with Yun Yantian.

But instead, their ancestor had commanded them not to interfere and to leave the matter entirely to the Tongshan Xia Clan.

Unable to comprehend the reasoning behind this, Wang Lilong had fumed for days.

And now, seeing Yun Yantian and Baili Moxue exchanging intimate glances only made his sense of injustice on behalf of his elder brother grow stronger.

“Don’t speak recklessly. Be careful who hears you,” Wang Liyuan cautioned sternly, a faint frown marring his brow.

“I… I understand, Brother Yuan.”

Frightened, Wang Lilong quickly silenced himself, lest he bring unnecessary trouble upon the Wang Clan.

“Please, everyone, no need for formalities. Take your seats,” Baili Xi, seated at the head of the hall, smiled warmly as he addressed the gathered scions and elders of various clans.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” the crowd responded in unison before taking their places.

“This is our imperial court’s decennial Hundred Clans Assembly, a grand event for which you all have traveled far to attend.

As is tradition, the imperial family will open the barrier to Wanlong Mountain, where the scions of each clan may enter and seek their fortunes.

You have three days.

After three days, once the scions return with their fortunes, we will hold a tournament on the arena stage.

The champion will receive a reward from the imperial family equal to their achievement.”

Seated on the imperial throne, Baili Xi explained the event’s proceedings concisely to the gathered clan scions and elders.

Just as he was about to raise his cup in a toast, his gaze fell on Xia Changqing’s empty table.

“Changqing, have my attendants neglected you?”

“Your Majesty, Changqing has already gifted the spirit wine and fruits from my table to the Yuncang Yun Clan,” Xia Changqing replied, rising and bowing respectfully.

Baili Xi hesitated momentarily before glancing at the awkward expressions of Yun Yunyang and the carefree eating of the Yun siblings, Yun Yanshui and Yun Yantian. The situation dawned on him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle internally.

“Servants! Bring Xia Changqing more spirit wine and fruits as a gesture of hospitality!”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” a eunuch responded promptly, hurrying away.

Moments later, palace maids brought another serving of spirit wine and fruits to Xia Changqing’s table.

“Brother Changqing, look… aren’t you tired of the same food? Perhaps you could…”

Yun Yanshui’s eyes lit up as he noticed the new offerings on Xia Changqing’s table.

Xia Changqing’s expression twitched, and without a word, he took a sip of wine, resolutely ignoring Yun Yanshui.

“Enough. Don’t cause a scene in front of His Majesty,” Yun Yantian admonished softly, tugging at his brother’s sleeve.

“Fine, fine!” Yun Yanshui muttered, clearly disheartened, before burying his face back into his meal.

“Come, everyone, a toast to thank you for journeying so far to participate in the Hundred Clans Assembly,” Baili Xi raised his cup with a wide smile, clearly fond of the uninhibited demeanor of the Yun siblings—a refreshing contrast to the constraints of court life.

The clan scions, elders, as well as Baili Xi’s concubines, princes, and princesses all stood, raising their cups before downing the spirit wine in unison.

“Don’t hold back, everyone. Eat and drink to your heart’s content. Once the feast concludes, I will have the barrier opened, and the scions can enter Wanlong Mountain,” Baili Xi announced with a magnanimous gesture.

With the Emperor’s permission, the attendees shed their reservations and indulged in the array of spirit wines, fruits, and delicacies before them.

“Brother Yuan, what about our ancestor? Didn’t he say he would attend?”

Wang Lilong, after taking a sip of wine, looked at Wang Liyuan with a puzzled expression.

“The ancestor was invited by that figure and has gone to meet with the other three families and six clans’ ancestors at the rear of Wanlong Mountain,” Wang Liyuan replied.

“I’ve heard that figure’s lifespan is nearing its end. This meeting might be…”

“Don’t worry. Our ancestor and the others are no fools. They’ll undoubtedly be on guard,” Wang Liyuan assured him.

“You’re absolutely right, Brother Yuan,” Wang Lilong nodded earnestly.

“Our task is to enter the mountain, seek as many fortunes as possible, and outshine the other clans during the tournament, bringing glory to the Wang Clan.”

“Brother Yuan, we understand,” came the unified response from Wang Lilong and the others.

“Mind if I join you for a drink?”

Baili Moxue approached Yun Yantian directly, her lips curving into a light smile.

“Sit anywhere you like, Sister Baili,” Yun Yanshui quickly scooted aside, gnawing on a spirit fruit while hastily pouring a cup of spirit wine for Baili Moxue.

“I’m sure you’re all aware of the situation. The Tongshan Xia Clan plans to act during the mountain excursion, so you’ll need to be cautious,” Baili Moxue said softly, sipping her wine with quiet elegance.

“Thank you for the warning, Miss Baili. I’ll remain vigilant at all times,” Yun Yantian replied with a solemn nod.

“To be safe, I’ll accompany you and Sister Shuang into the mountain. It’s always good to look out for one another.”

“Heehee! That’s wonderful! Sister Baili, I’ll stick close to you!” Yun Yanshuang chirped happily, wrapping her arm around Baili Moxue with a bright smile.

Baili Moxue glanced affectionately at Yun Yanshuang, her hand gently patting the younger girl’s head, her expression tender, as though she were looking at her own little sister.

“Um… uh… that… uh…”

Nearby, Yun Yantian hesitated, his nervousness apparent as he thought about their marriage agreement.

He wasn’t entirely sure about Baili Moxue’s feelings. After all, their engagement had come about in a rather bewildering and abrupt manner.

Attending the Hundred Clans Assembly wasn’t something he cared much about—the competition, the chance to enter the mountain for fortune-seeking—all of it paled in comparison to his concern over whether Baili Moxue might harbor any resentment toward the engagement.

But as he tried to find the words, his nerves got the better of him, and his speech faltered.

“What is it?” Baili Moxue asked, a faint smile playing on her otherwise cool and composed face as she watched Yun Yantian grow increasingly flustered.

She knew exactly what he wanted to ask but pretended ignorance, waiting for him to voice it himself.

“Well… it’s just… uh…”

Yun Yantian became even more flustered, a sense of panic overtaking him.

Normally calm and unshaken, even in the face of danger or strong adversaries, he found himself utterly helpless when it came to matters of the heart.

“Sister Baili, my brother just wants to know if you like him! He’s worried you’re unhappy about your engagement since it was arranged so suddenly,” Yun Yanshui interjected bluntly, unable to bear his elder brother’s awkwardness any longer.

For the sake of their family, it seemed he had to take matters into his own hands—again!

Baili Moxue’s cheeks flushed at the straightforward question, and she remained silent, her expression betraying her embarrassment.

“Hey! Sister Baili, why are you blushing and not saying anything?”

“Brother Yantian, this is your chance! I can’t help you any further!”

“If you don’t say something soon, Sister Baili might run off with someone else!”

“Ow! Shuang’er, why did you pinch me?”

“Eat your food! Brother Yantian and Sister Baili’s matters are none of your concern!”

Yun Yanshuang scolded her older brother, glaring at him with feigned annoyance before returning her attention to the table.

Reluctantly, Yun Yanshui fell silent, leaving the situation to unfold as it would.

“You’re right, Yanshui. Let’s eat first,” Yun Yantian said, trying to deflect, though his nervous demeanor betrayed him. He decided it might be better to find a quieter moment to discuss things privately.

In the meantime, he carefully placed some spirit fruits on a plate and personally sliced them into small, neat pieces before presenting them to Baili Moxue.

Though he said nothing, his actions spoke volumes, clearly conveying his feelings.

Baili Moxue picked up one of the neatly cut pieces of fruit and took a small bite.

It was sweet—sweeter than any spirit fruit she’d ever tasted before.

“This fruit is quite good,” she said with a gentle smile, her eyes softening as she glanced at Yun Yantian.

Yun Yantian’s face lit up with joy, her subtle reaction giving him a glimmer of hope.

Eager to please, he began slicing even more fruit for her, placing the pieces carefully on the plate in front of her, entirely forgetting his own food and drink.

“You shouldn’t just focus on me. Don’t forget to eat and drink yourself. These spirit fruits and wines, sourced from Wanlong Mountain, are beneficial for cultivation if consumed in abundance,” Baili Moxue said kindly.

“I understand. I’ll eat too,” Yun Yantian replied, nodding fervently, though he continued to prioritize serving her.

Yun Yanshui and Yun Yanshuang exchanged a knowing smile, finally feeling assured that their elder brother didn’t need their meddling anymore.

 

Chapter 169: Life in All Its Forms

“How does the Seventh Princess even know someone from the Yuncang Yun Clan?”

“No idea.”

“Not only that, but it seems the Seventh Princess and that Yun scion share mutual affection.”

“Moreover, the Emperor seems fully aware and entirely unbothered by it.”

“There’s definitely more to this than meets the eye. The implications are… significant.”

Throughout the banquet, various clan scions and elders exchanged whispers, their gazes occasionally darting toward Yun Yantian and Baili Moxue.

These were seasoned individuals, their cunning honed through years of navigating power and intrigue. How could they not notice the subtle yet undeniable bond between Yun Yantian and Baili Moxue?

Envy and jealousy simmered among many of the young scions.

If the Yuncang Yun Clan became connected to the royal family through marriage, it would undoubtedly receive the Emperor’s favor and rise to unprecedented heights.

“The Yuncang Yun Clan—a relatively obscure cultivation family—has somehow captured the Emperor’s attention to the point of arranging a marriage with the Seventh Princess.

What could the Emperor possibly be thinking?”

Lu Shanglin muttered to himself, his expression sour as he sipped his spirit wine, his gaze flitting between Yun Yantian and Baili Moxue.

“The Yuncang Yun Clan isn’t as insignificant as it appears. In just seven years, two of their scions have risen to prominence. Most notably, Yun Yanshuang has reportedly comprehended Sword Intent.

She even defeated Wang Lijiao from the Wang Clan with ease, using Sword Intent, at a Yun marketplace,” Ye Xiaolin said with a faint smile, a mix of astonishment and respect evident in his tone.

“Comprehended Sword Intent? It seems that clan isn’t to be underestimated,” Lin Tiansheng remarked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he observed Yun Yanshuang laughing and playing with Yun Yanshui.

A spark of interest lit his eyes—he was eager to test the Sword Intent that had defeated Wang Lijiao.

“I heard Wang Lijiao was killed recently,” Lu Shanglin said abruptly.

“Yes.”

“Has the Wang Clan found out who did it?”

“No. They’ve uncovered nothing. The Wang Clan has suffered a rare humiliation,” Ye Xiaolin replied with a cold smile.

“Ha! Excellent! I don’t know who did it, but anyone who eliminates a talented Wang scion and leaves the Wang Clan to swallow their pride deserves recognition.

If I ever meet the person who killed Wang Lijiao, I’ll gladly share a drink with them.”

The thought of the Wang Clan being unable to trace the culprit filled Lu Shanglin with satisfaction.

The frustration he had endured days ago at the ruins of the Danding Sect—watching Wang Liyuan walk away safely under the protection of Xia Changqing and the six allied clans—evaporated entirely.

“Whoever it was won’t reveal themselves easily. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have assassinated Wang Lijiao in the first place.

It’s clear they must have a personal grudge against him but fear facing the Yulin Wang Clan directly,” Ye Xiaolin surmised.

“Xiaolin, are we going to act against Wang Liyuan this time?” Lu Shanglin’s eyes gleamed sharply. Compared to the minor Yuncang Yun Clan, the Wang Clan remained their true rival.

For years, the three great clans had sought to topple the Wang Clan, determined not to let it rise above them—especially not above his own Chuanyin Lu Clan.

The Wang Clan’s current foundation was already on par with that of the Chuanyin Lu Clan. If left unchecked, it was only a matter of time before the Wang Clan surpassed them entirely.

“We’ll make our move,” Ye Xiaolin said with a faint smile.

The failed attempt to eliminate Wang Liyuan at the ruins of the Danding Sect still rankled him.

But since then, rumors suggested that the Wang Clan’s alliance with the other six clans was deteriorating.

If the allied clans’ scions acted independently during the mountain excursion, Wang Liyuan would lose any support. That would present a golden opportunity for the three great clans to strike and end his life.

“Ha! This time, we’ll make sure Wang Liyuan doesn’t leave that mountain alive,” Lu Shanglin said, downing his spirit wine with a dark glint in his eyes. His gaze shifted toward Wang Liyuan, seated at another table, calmly sipping his wine.

Though he felt Lu Shanglin’s piercing stare, Wang Liyuan remained unfazed.

However, the tension among his companions—Wang Lizhu, Wang Lilong, and other Wang Clan scions—was palpable.

They all knew that once they entered the mountain, another bloody clash with the younger generation of the three great clans was inevitable.

“Congratulations, Sister, on finding such an excellent match!”

A regal woman dressed in a flowing blue palace gown, accompanied by a group of attendants, approached the East Palace Consort with a smile.

“Congratulations, Sister, on securing such an excellent match.”

“It’s all the Emperor’s doing. I didn’t approve it,” the East Palace Consort replied coldly, her narrow eyes sweeping disdainfully over the woman beside her.

The visitor was the North Palace Consort, a frequent rival. Using her connection to the Lu Clan, one of the three great families, she often wielded her status to deliver subtle jabs.

Hmph! Just a lowly concubine-born member of the Chuanyin Lu Clan!

If not for bearing a dragon-blooded son with notable talent, how could she possibly stand as an equal to me or become the North Palace Consort?

“Sister, judging by your tone, you don’t seem too pleased with this match,” the North Palace Consort said with feigned innocence.

“But what can you do? The Emperor personally approved it. Surely, Sister wouldn’t secretly interfere? If His Majesty were to find out, you might find yourself banished to the Cold Palace!”

She knew the East Palace Consort’s plan to marry Baili Moxue into the Yulin Wang Clan to strengthen ties between the Tongshan Xia Clan and the Wang Clan. It was a calculated move to better counter the three great families.

But fate had thwarted those ambitions, leaving her “Sister” bitterly disappointed.

As a rival in the imperial harem, the North Palace Consort would never pass up an opportunity to mock her.

“Have you said enough?”

The East Palace Consort’s delicate brows furrowed, her irritation growing.

If not for the Emperor’s presence and the many guests in attendance, she would have shown this “younger sister” no mercy.

“Sister, are you angry?”

“You should worry more about your son. Displaying such extraordinary talent among the princes and princesses is bound to provoke envy—and perhaps even peril.”

“You needn’t concern yourself, Sister.”

“Well, excuse me, Sister, I must go greet the other consorts,” the North Palace Consort said with a sly smile before turning to leave.

“Oh, and Sister, there’s no need to trouble yourself over Moxue’s marriage. I’d be more than happy to assist you with it.”

“You expect me to believe you?”

“Come now, Sister. You’ll see the results soon enough.”

With a mysterious smile, the North Palace Consort departed, her entourage of attendants trailing behind.

On the imperial throne, Baili Xi observed the verbal sparring and subtle machinations among his consorts and the royal family. A sigh escaped his lips as he took in the endless scheming and rivalry.

But when his gaze fell upon his daughter, laughing and chatting with the three siblings of the Yuncang Yun Clan, a faint smile of relief crossed his face.

‘If only Moxue’s marriage into the Yun Clan could allow her to live peacefully, free from the constant intrigue of the palace…’

The banquet offered a microcosm of human nature in all its forms.

Baili Xi witnessed it all, but amidst the currents of ambition and manipulation, the interactions among the Yuncang Yun Clan stood out as a refreshing contrast—simple, genuine, and free of pretense.

“Your Majesty, the Imperial Guard has opened the barrier to Wanlong Mountain as commanded,” reported Eunuch Wei, shuffling into the Wanlong Hall and bowing respectfully.

At his words, the lively atmosphere of the hall quieted instantly, and all eyes turned to Baili Xi.

“I see,” Baili Xi said, rising from his seat. His gaze swept over the gathered scions of the various clans.

“All clan scions under the age of twenty-five, leave the hall at once.

You will be guided by celestial cranes to the entrance of Wanlong Mountain.

Remember, you have only three days within the mountain. After three days, you must return.

The barrier will not open again for another ten years.

If you’re trapped inside, subjected to the onslaught of beasts and malevolent forces, whether you survive ten years will be uncertain.”

His solemn words weighed heavily on the young cultivators.

“Go,” Baili Moxue said softly, rising from her seat. Together with Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang, she left the hall.

The scions of the three great families, seven allied clans, and other factions followed suit, preparing to enter the mountain.

Even some of Baili Xi’s princes and princesses joined the exodus.

The allure of Wanlong Mountain’s legendary fortunes was irresistible, even to those born into the royal family and accustomed to abundant cultivation resources.

The mountain, ancient and shrouded in mystery, held countless untapped opportunities. Even for those of noble birth, its hidden treasures were a source of boundless envy and desire.

“So, it begins,” muttered Baili Qingsun, standing at the rear of Wanlong Mountain. Having just opened the barrier, he watched as celestial cranes carried the scions of various clans toward the mountain’s entrance.

Behind him stood ten elders.

Among them were three Foundation Establishment cultivators from the three great families and the patriarchs of the Wang Clan and the six allied clans.

“Let us see which among the young will claim the mountain’s fortunes this time,” one elder said, his voice tinged with both curiosity and anticipation.

 

Chapter 170 Jade Slip Map

“Big Sister Baili, what’s that in your hand?”

Under the night sky, celestial cranes glided gracefully toward the entrance of the Wanlong Mountain barrier.

On one of the cranes, Yun Yanshuang’s curious gaze was fixed on the jade slip in Baili Moxue’s hand.

“Shuang’er, don’t ask too many questions,” Yun Yantian chided softly from beside her.

The jade slip must be one of Baili Moxue’s secrets. Since she hadn’t explained it, it wouldn’t be appropriate for them to inquire further.

“Heehee! I understand, Brother Yantian,” Yun Yanshuang said with a playful grin, sticking out her tongue. Her antics earned a helpless smile and a shake of the head from Yun Yantian.

“Who gave you permission to scold my little Shuang’er?”

Baili Moxue’s sharp gaze fell on Yun Yantian as she spoke, her tone carrying a hint of reproach.

“I… uh…”

Caught off guard, Yun Yantian stammered, unable to come up with a response. Embarrassed, he quickly closed his mouth, unwilling to upset his fiancée further.

“Heehee! Big Sister Baili is the best! Hmph! Brother Yantian is way too mean!”

With someone standing up for her, Yun Yanshuang grew bolder, affectionately linking arms with Baili Moxue.

“With me here, your Brother Yantian wouldn’t dare bully you,” Baili Moxue said with a gentle smile.

“Weren’t you curious about the jade slip? I’ll tell you. It’s a map my father gave me,” Baili Moxue explained.

“A map?”

Yun Yanshuang blinked in surprise, her curiosity growing. Even Yun Yantian, despite his earlier restraint, leaned in slightly to listen.

“Yes. According to my father, the map within this jade slip marks the location of a great cultivator’s inheritance.

This senior was a master of spear techniques and had comprehended Spear Intent, achieving an extraordinary level of cultivation,” Baili Moxue explained seriously.

“Spear Intent? Big Sister Baili, is Spear Intent like Sword Intent?”

“Yes, it’s similar. Different cultivators follow different paths, practicing unique techniques and wielding various weapons.

But in essence, all paths lead to the same destination.

Sword cultivators comprehend Sword Intent to enhance their power and combat abilities.

Similarly, spear cultivators, blade cultivators, and others can also grasp their own forms of Intent to elevate their strength,” Baili Moxue explained patiently while gently patting Yun Yanshuang’s head.

“I see now!”

“Big Sister Baili, are you a spear cultivator?”

“No, I practice sword techniques.”

“Then wouldn’t the inheritance of that spear cultivator be useless to you?”

“It’s not for me; my father prepared it for your Brother Yantian,” Baili Moxue said, her tone softening as she glanced at Yun Yantian.

“What?”

Yun Yantian was momentarily stunned.

“My father knows you practice spear techniques and thinks you have decent talent. So he’s granting you this opportunity as part of the dowry for marrying me into your Yun Clan.”

Baili Moxue smiled faintly at her future husband.

“I… I don’t know if I can accept this…”

Yun Yantian scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his expression flustered.

“Can’t accept it? Fine, I’ll just throw it away,” Baili Moxue teased, raising the jade slip as if to toss it.

Startled, Yun Yantian immediately grabbed her hand. “It’s a gift from your father. How could you throw it away so casually?”

“Have you held on long enough? Let go of my hand,” Baili Moxue said coolly.

“Ah! Sorry!”

Yun Yantian recoiled as if shocked, quickly releasing her hand.

“Hmph. Wooden blockhead,” Baili Moxue muttered with a smirk.

“Big Sister Baili, we only have three days in the mountain. Even with the map, wouldn’t it be difficult to locate that inheritance in such a short time?” Yun Yanshuang asked, her tone serious despite the playful atmosphere.

“Don’t worry. My father has already made arrangements,” Baili Moxue reassured her.

“So that’s the real reason you’re coming with us, isn’t it, Big Sister Baili?”

“Shuang’er is so clever,” Baili Moxue said warmly, tapping Yun Yanshuang’s nose affectionately.

“Back in the Wanlong Hall, there were too many eyes and ears. I couldn’t say much then. But now, as we approach the mountain, there’s no need to worry about outsiders overhearing.”

The way Baili Moxue emphasized “outsiders” revealed her sense of belonging to the Yuncang Yun Clan.

In her heart, she had already accepted her role as the Yun Clan’s future daughter-in-law. She was determined to assist her father’s vision—supporting the Yun Clan’s rise and, through it, aiding her future husband in becoming a pillar of strength for her family.

Her father had endured too much over the years, carrying countless burdens with few confidants—her ancestor, Master Li Xianshi, and herself among the select few.

“Brother Yantian, Big Sister Baili and His Majesty are so good to you. You’d better treat her well, or I won’t let you off easily!” Yun Yanshuang teased with a playful laugh.

“Don’t call me that yet; I’m not officially married,” Baili Moxue said, feigning sternness.

“Heehee! You’ll always be my sister-in-law in my heart!”

Laughing, Yun Yanshuang hugged Baili Moxue tightly, as if afraid she might fly away.

Seeing this, Baili Moxue couldn’t bring herself to scold her further and simply shook her head with a smile.

“The barrier entrance is just ahead.”

The celestial cranes slowed their flight, descending gently onto one of Wanlong Mountain’s peaks.

At the peak, a regiment of a thousand Imperial Guard elites stood watch, accompanied by numerous court-hired cultivators.

Among them was Master Li Xian.

Three familiar faces were also present: Master Lu, Fairy Yu, and Master Tu—all of whom had once visited the Yun Clan’s market. It was thanks to their subtle endorsements that the Yun market had gained renown among scattered cultivators across Yue Country.

“Master Li,” Yun Yantian greeted, approaching with his sister to pay respects. He also greeted Masters Lu, Yu, and Tu in turn.

“Consort Yun, you shouldn’t be bowing to the likes of us!” Master Li joked, quickly helping Yun Yantian to his feet.

“Master Li, you jest. To me, the four of you are elders deserving of the utmost respect. No matter my future status, I should always show deference to you,” Yun Yantian replied earnestly.

“Hahaha! Hearing such words from you is enough to put this old man at ease.”

“Be cautious once inside Wanlong Mountain.”

“I’ll remember your advice,” Yun Yantian said solemnly.

“Seventh Princess, shall we activate the array now?” Master Li asked after finishing his instructions to Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang. His gaze shifted to Baili Moxue.

“Yes, please trouble the four of you to do so,” Baili Moxue replied with a smile.

“Very well. Seventh Princess, you and your companions may enter the teleportation array,” Master Li said, gesturing toward the glowing formation.

The three stepped into the array in turn. Masters Li, Lu, Yu, and Tu took their positions at its cardinal points, their hands forming intricate seals as they channeled spiritual energy into the array.

The array lit up brilliantly, engulfing Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshuang, and Baili Moxue in radiant light. In a flash, their figures vanished from sight.

As the three were transported into Wanlong Mountain, the other clan scions were similarly guided into the teleportation arrays by the court’s cultivator guardians.

Inside Wanlong Mountain

A beam of light descended from the heavens.

As it dissipated, the figures of Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshuang, and Baili Moxue emerged.

Roar!

No sooner had they appeared than a thunderous beast’s roar echoed through the forest.

From the shadows, a massive Silver Moon Demon Wolf, the size of a small mountain, charged toward them at incredible speed, its maw gaping wide and reeking of blood.

Yun Yantian reacted instantly, summoning a black-gold short spear. Infusing it with spiritual energy, he thrust the spear forward with explosive force.

Boom!

The terrifying strike pierced the Silver Moon Demon Wolf’s skull, slaying the beast—equivalent to a sixth-level Embryo Breath cultivator—on the spot.

“Amazing, Brother Yantian! Let me process the corpse. I’ve heard these demon beasts are treasure troves!” Yun Yanshuang exclaimed, giving her brother a thumbs-up. She stepped forward eagerly, intent on salvaging the wolf’s remains.

“Shuang’er, leave it,” Baili Moxue said, pulling her back.

“The wolf’s corpse will emit a strong scent of blood, attracting other lurking beasts and malevolent entities.

We should leave immediately and head toward the location marked on the jade slip’s map.”

“Alright, I’ll listen to Big Sister Baili!” Yun Yanshuang reluctantly agreed, though she cast a wistful glance at the wolf’s massive body.

Without further hesitation, the three moved swiftly, following the jade slip’s directions toward the spear master’s inheritance.

Moments after their departure, an eerie wind swept through the forest.

From all directions, ominous black mist surged toward the wolf’s corpse, swirling around it like a sinister vortex.

The mountain-sized wolf’s body was quickly engulfed by the mist, and soon, chilling sounds of chewing and gnashing emanated from within.

What exactly was this black mist? Whatever it was, its presence was undeniably terrifying.