Chapter 21: Collusion

 

“Alright, I’ve concluded my investigation—this case has nothing to do with the Yun family. Everyone should disperse and return home,” Chief Constable Ban announced loudly as he stepped forward.

 

The Zhou clan members’ faces darkened immediately. They exchanged confused glances, unable to understand how the constable had come to such a swift conclusion after only a brief look at the scene and a private conversation with Yun Yunyang.

 

Zhou Zhesheng, however, was seething with rage. He was now more convinced than ever that the constable and Yun Yunyang were in cahoots.

 

“My lord, you can’t leave it at this!” Zhou Zhesheng cried, suppressing his anger as he knelt before Ban once more. “My clan has lost more than a dozen lives, all at the hands of the Yun family. To conclude the case so hastily—don’t you think that’s too rash?”

 

Ban frowned, clearly irritated by Zhou Zhesheng’s persistence. “I’ve already made it clear: this case has nothing to do with the Yun family. Do you doubt my judgment? Are you accusing me of corruption?” he snapped.

 

“My lord, I dare not! But the deaths of my son and our clansmen cannot be unrelated to the Yun family. Please, investigate thoroughly and deliver justice for my son and my people!” Zhou Zhesheng pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion.

 

Unable to tolerate the incessant pleading, Ban suddenly unsheathed his long blade, its cold edge gleaming under the sun as he placed it against Zhou Zhesheng’s neck.

 

“Enough! If you keep wailing in front of me, do you believe I won’t execute you right here?” Ban bellowed, his gaze sharp and commanding.

 

Terrified, Zhou Zhesheng immediately fell silent, his entire body trembling. Behind him, Zhou Ao and the rest of the Zhou clan members froze in fear, their defiance extinguished.

 

“Hmph!” Ban sheathed his blade with a sharp motion, his expression still stern.

 

“Take your people and leave now. Do not cause any more trouble at the Yun family’s gates,” he ordered coldly. “And make sure to bury your dead promptly so they can rest in peace. Letting them linger like this will only turn them into wandering souls, unable to reincarnate.”

 

“Yes, my lord,” Zhou Zhesheng stammered, nodding repeatedly. He dared not defy the constable any further.

 

Turning back toward the Yun family, Ban cupped his hands and said, “Brother Yunyang, I’ll be taking my leave now. We’ll meet again another day.”

 

“Safe travels, Chief Constable,” Yun Yunyang replied with a polite smile.

 

With a wave of his hand, Ban led his 20-plus constables away, their departure leaving a tense silence in their wake.

 

“Patriarch Zhou, it seems this really was a misunderstanding. My condolences for your loss, but I’m afraid my family has no part in it,” Yun Yunyang said as he turned to Zhou Zhesheng. His tone was warm and polite, but his expression carried a faint hint of mockery.

 

To Zhou Zhesheng, that polite smile felt like the greatest insult of all. Clenching his fists, he slowly stood, brushing the dust from his clothes as he glared at Yun Yunyang.

 

“I know you have connections in town, Yun Yunyang,” Zhou Zhesheng growled. “That constable must’ve struck some deal with you. Don’t think this is over. My Zhou family won’t let this slide. A mere constable can’t shield you forever!”

 

With those words, Zhou Zhesheng stormed off, his son Zhou Ao and the rest of the Zhou clan following closely behind.

 

“Alright, everyone, it’s over. Let’s get back to work,” Yun Yunyang said, ignoring Zhou Zhesheng’s threats as he turned to his clansmen.

 

The Yun family members, who had been standing ready with hoes, sickles, and wooden clubs, began to disperse. Some headed home, while others returned to the fields to gather pig fodder for their livestock. A few took fishing rods and baskets, heading to the river to catch a few fish before nightfall.

 

Soon, the crowd thinned, leaving only Yun Yunyang, his two brothers, Yun Yunxun, and Yun Yunrui.

 

“Elder Brother, what exactly did you say to Chief Constable Ban just now?” Yun Yunyue asked as they walked back into the village.

 

“I simply told him that our family now has two children with spiritual roots. Ban said he would pass the news to his superior, who will report it to the royal court. This way, the Yun family can receive the proper recognition and rewards,” Yun Yunyang explained.

 

As they passed the willow tree, they paused to bow respectfully to the blind Daoist.

 

“Elder Uncle, why not let me take care of this? Tonight, I can visit the Zhou family and ensure none of their 300 members live to see the dawn,” Yun Yunxun suggested, his tone icy.

 

Sitting cross-legged under the shade of the willow tree, Yun Yantian had been watching the confrontation between the Zhou and Yun families unfold, observing everything with clear focus. Although he was eager to act, he refrained, knowing it was inappropriate to step in without the permission of his elders.

 

Now that his eldest uncle, Yun Yunyang, had successfully driven off the Zhou clan, Yun Yantian finally voiced the thoughts that had been on his mind.

 

“Uncle, let me handle this. I’ll visit the Zhou family tonight and ensure that not a single one of their three hundred members survives,” he said coldly.

 

“You’re still young,” Yun Yunyang replied with a warm smile. “Focus on cultivating under your master’s guidance and advancing your realm. Dealing with a mere Zhou family doesn’t require a cultivator’s intervention. It would be like using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. Only if your uncle and I truly find ourselves without recourse should you consider stepping in.”

 

“Yes, Uncle. I understand,” Yun Yantian said, bowing his head in acknowledgment.

 

Yuncang Town, also known as Yuncang County, was located over ten miles from Yuncang Mountain. The county was home to a population of over 80,000 people and had been under the governance of Lu Zizai for more than a decade.

 

“Master, Captain Ban has returned,” announced a finely dressed woman as she gracefully entered Lu Zizai’s study, offering him a respectful bow.

 

“He’s back already?” Lu Zizai asked in surprise, setting down the book he was reading.

 

“It seems unlikely he resolved the case so quickly. He must have other matters to report,” the woman speculated.

 

“Let him in,” Lu Zizai instructed.

 

“Subordinate Ban greets the magistrate!” Captain Ban said as he entered the study, bowing deeply.

 

“Captain Ban, has the case reported by the Zhou family been resolved?” Lu Zizai inquired.

 

Although the Zhou family was a poor clan situated near Yuncang Mountain, Lu Zizai knew their ties to a certain high-ranking official in the capital. It was out of respect for this connection that Lu Zizai had promptly dispatched Ban to investigate the matter.

 

“There’s no need to pursue the case further,” Ban replied.

 

“What do you mean by that?” Lu Zizai asked, his brows furrowing.

 

“Zhou Zhesheng’s son and several other clan members were indeed killed by the Yun family. Yun Yunyang himself admitted it to me,” Ban explained.

 

“In that case, why didn’t you arrest the perpetrators? Don’t tell me you’re showing favoritism to Yun Yunyang because of your relationship with him!” Lu Zizai’s expression turned icy.

 

“Magistrate, while I must report on the Zhou family case, there’s another matter of great importance that I need to bring to your attention,” Ban said carefully.

 

“Speak plainly!” Lu Zizai snapped, growing impatient.

 

“Yun Yunyang informed me that the Yun family has two children with spiritual roots,” Ban said, his tone steady.

 

Crash!

 

The teacup in Lu Zizai’s hand slipped, shattering on the ground and spilling tea across his robes. He seemed entirely unaware of the mess as he stared at Ban in shock.

 

“Is this true?!” he demanded.

 

“Yun Yunyang is not the type to lie about such matters,” Ban assured him. “Moreover, fabricating such a claim about spiritual roots is a capital offense that could implicate nine generations of one’s family. I doubt Yun Yunyang would be so foolish.”

 

Lu Zizai took a deep breath, his mind racing. “Very well. You may leave now.”

 

“And the Zhou family case?” Ban asked cautiously.

 

“There’s no need to investigate further. The Yun family having spiritual roots changes everything. Killing a few Zhou clan members—mere mortals—is inconsequential,” Lu Zizai said dismissively.

 

“But what about reporting this to the official from the Zhou family’s lineage? You said it would be difficult to explain this to him,” Ban reminded him.

 

“If the Yun family truly has children with spiritual roots, then there’s nothing to explain to that official. Once he learns of this, his primary concern will likely be ensuring the Zhou clan keeps their heads down and avoids provoking the Yun family further,” Lu Zizai concluded with a faint smirk.

 

Chapter 22: Low-grade Spiritual Stone

 

Yuncang Mountain 

 

Early in the morning, Yun Yanshui, armed with his black-green war bow and a quiver full of arrows, ventured into the mountain alone to hunt.

 

Since his father explained the concept of spiritual sense among cultivators, Yun Yanshui had been eager to test whether his breakthrough to the second level of the Embryo Breath Realm had granted him this ability.

 

Hiding within a thicket, Yun Yanshui lowered his presence, blending seamlessly with the bushes around him. Simultaneously, he closed his eyes and focused on perceiving his surroundings.

 

Initially, his vision was plunged into complete darkness. But as he calmed his mind, the void gradually brightened. He “saw” everything within an 800-meter radius, centered on himself. His unique perspective could shift and lock onto any object within this range with precision.

 

Even the faintest rustle of leaves couldn’t escape his detection.

 

Suddenly, a gray rabbit darted out of the bushes, leaping into the air.

 

Having already locked onto the rabbit with his spiritual sense, Yun Yanshui swiftly drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and let it fly. The arrow struck the rabbit mid-leap, pinning it to a nearby tree trunk.

 

Opening his eyes, Yun Yanshui approached the rabbit with a smile. “So this is what they call spiritual sense,” he muttered to himself.

 

He recalled what his father had learned from the blind old Daoist: the stronger a cultivator’s abilities, the more powerful their spiritual sense, and the broader its range.

 

“Even with my eyes closed, I can sense everything within a twenty-meter radius. This spiritual sense makes it so much easier to hunt,” he mused.

 

He retrieved the arrow and placed the rabbit in his bag before crouching low and sneaking into another thicket. This time, he planned to experiment by infusing his arrows with spiritual energy to see if it enhanced their power.

 

Spotting a pheasant soaring overhead, Yun Yanshui quickly nocked an arrow, channeling a strand of spiritual energy into it.

 

Whoosh!

 

The arrow shot out like a streak of lightning, traveling at incredible speed.

 

However, it failed to hit the bird. Instead, the arrow exploded mid-air, unable to withstand the spiritual energy’s force.

 

“It seems ordinary weapons can’t handle the power of a cultivator’s spiritual energy,” Yun Yanshui muttered, watching the fragments of his arrow fall.

 

“Forget it. Maybe one day, if my family prospers, I can get a proper spiritual weapon,” he sighed.

 

Without further experiments, Yun Yanshui leaped gracefully into the air and caught the fleeing pheasant with his bare hands. After breaking its neck, he added it to his bag.

 

“This should be enough,” he thought, patting his bulging bag. Slinging his bow over his shoulder, he began descending the mountain. As he neared Yun Village, he deliberately slowed his pace, adopting the demeanor of an ordinary child.

 

“Yanshui! Yanshui!”

 

Just as he was about to enter the village, Yun Yantong’s voice called out from behind him. Turning around, Yun Yanshui saw Yantong and a group of children from the village.

 

All of them were soaked, with fishing baskets strapped to their waists—a clear sign they had been at Liyuan Gorge.

 

“Why aren’t you at school today?” Yun Yanshui asked curiously.

 

“Ah, Teacher Yu had something urgent to attend to and went traveling. So, no classes for now!” Yantong chuckled.

 

“So, you all decided to go fishing at Liyuan Gorge instead?”

 

“Of course! There’s nothing else fun to do. We caught crabs and freshwater shrimp to bring home for a feast,” Yantong replied with a grin.

 

“Looks like you had a good haul,” Yun Yanshui said, eyeing their fishing baskets.

 

“Not bad,” Yantong admitted. “But you, Yanshui, I’ve seen you heading into the mountains with that bow lately. Giving up fishing to take up hunting?”

 

“That’s right. Fishing got boring, so I figured I’d play with my dad’s war bow from his army days. It’s great for hunting,” Yun Yanshui replied nonchalantly.

 

The other kids crowded around, eyes wide with admiration as they inspected the bow on his back.

 

“This bow is so heavy. You can actually draw it?” one of them asked in awe.

 

“Of course, I can. Watch this.”

 

He loosened the bag at his waist, revealing a bounty of rabbits and pheasants. “I hunted these in the mountains. One shot, one kill!” he boasted.

 

“Wow, Yanshui, you’re amazing! You can even handle Uncle Yunshan’s war bow!”

 

“Ha, it’s nothing. I’ve been practicing archery with my dad since I was little,” Yun Yanshui replied, rubbing his nose with pride as the children marveled at his skill.

 

“By the way, while we were fishing at Liyuan Gorge today, we found a beautiful stone in a deep trench. Yanshui, you should take it back and give it to Yanshuang,” Yantong said, grinning.

 

“A stone? What kind of stone?” Yanshui asked curiously.

 

Yantong smirked without answering and reached into the fish basket at his waist. He pulled out a stone about the size of an egg, irregularly shaped and crystal-clear like agate.

 

At first glance, it seemed like nothing more than a pretty rock, but upon closer inspection, Yanshui noticed it faintly exuded traces of spiritual energy.

 

A stone containing spiritual energy? Could it be another artifact like the bronze mirror?

 

“Are you really planning to give this to my sister?” Yanshui asked, his tone slightly cautious.

 

“Why not? Is there a problem?”

 

“No, no problem at all.”

 

“How about this: I’ll trade you two—no, three rabbits and one pheasant for it,” Yanshui offered excitedly.

 

“Yanshui, there’s no need for that! It’s just a stone—pretty at most. It’s not worth rabbits and pheasants!” Yantong exclaimed, waving his hands dismissively.

 

“You don’t understand! This time, I’m the one getting the better deal!” Yanshui laughed heartily, handing over three rabbits and one pheasant. Grabbing the stone, he turned and sprinted back toward the village, eager to show it to his father.

 

“Yanshui really has a big heart. He’s always coming up with excuses to give me food,” Yantong muttered with a wry smile as he watched Yanshui dash off.

 

“Father!”

 

Back at home, Yanshui found his father, Yun Yunshan, working under a grass shelter, hammering away at an iron forge. Yanshui ran up to him, excitement written all over his face.

 

“What’s the rush?” Yunshan asked, putting down his hammer and glancing at his son with mild irritation.

 

“Father, I think I’ve found another immortal artifact!”

 

“What?” Yunshan’s eyes widened in shock. Was his son’s connection to the divine truly this strong?

 

“Let’s go inside first,” Yunshan said quickly. Not wanting to attract attention, he set aside his work and led his son back into the house.

 

After locking the doors and ensuring no one was nearby, Yanshui pulled out the crystal-clear stone from his pocket and held it up for his father to see.

 

“Father, look! Is this an immortal artifact? I can sense faint traces of spiritual energy from it,” Yanshui explained eagerly.

 

“If you can sense spiritual energy from it, then it likely is an artifact. When your sister comes back, let her take a closer look and see what it really is,” Yunshan suggested.

 

“Alright!” Yanshui nodded, carefully tucking the stone back into his pocket.

 

As dusk fell, Yanshuang returned home from the outskirts of the village. Yanshui and Yunshan immediately brought her into the house and showed her the stone.

 

“Brother, Father, this isn’t an immortal artifact,” Yanshuang said after examining the stone, covering her mouth as she tried not to laugh.

 

“It’s not?” Yanshui asked, confused. “But I can clearly sense spiritual energy from it!”

 

Yanshuang explained with a smile, “Master told me about a type of currency used in the cultivation world called spirit stones. These stones are born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and are found deep within the earth’s veins.

 

“Spirit stones can be used to purchase cultivation resources or assist cultivators in refining their spiritual energy. They’re divided into grades based on the concentration of spiritual energy they contain: supreme-grade, high-grade, mid-grade, and low-grade spirit stones.

 

“The exchange ratio is one to one hundred between grades. The stone you found is a low-grade spirit stone.”

 

“Where did you find it?” she asked curiously.

 

Chapter 23: Bullshit

 

Yun Yandong, that pudgy rascal, had gone to Li Zhai Gou today with a group to catch fish. Where had he found it? Well, tomorrow, I’ll have to ask him myself.

 

Yun Yanshui replied casually.

 

When he learned that the stone was a low-grade spirit stone—currency, used for trading—his initial excitement dimmed. For a moment, he had thought fortune had smiled upon him, that he had stumbled upon a celestial artifact akin to the ancient bronze mirror.

 

“Shuang’er, give that spirit stone to me. Later, I’ll go meet with your uncle,” said Yun Yunshan from the side.

 

“Oh,” Yun Yanshuang responded obediently, handing the stone to her father and watching as he stepped out the door.

 

“What’s Father planning to do with that stone and Uncle?” Yun Yanshui asked curiously.

 

“Our family has two children with spiritual roots—me and Brother Yantian. Uncle has always dreamed of building the Yun family into an immortal cultivation lineage. I suspect Father is meeting with Uncle to plan for the family’s future,” Yun Yanshuang speculated, her sharp mind weaving together the pieces.

 

“Ah, so that’s it.” Yun Yanshui nodded in realization.

 

“Well then, that’s settled. You go wash up and rest. I’ll take today’s hunt to the cellar,” he instructed before picking up the game he had hunted in the mountains of Yuncang earlier that day.

 

Carefully, Yun Yanshui arranged the hares and pheasants neatly on the offering table in the cellar. He wanted the ancient bronze mirror to absorb their essence quickly, so it might produce another immortal fruit he could gift to Yantian.

 

That night, Yun Yunshan arrived at his elder brother Yun Yunyang’s residence. Standing before the tightly shut door, he knocked gently.

 

It was his sister-in-law who answered, and he greeted her respectfully, “Sister-in-law.”

 

“Yunshan? What brings you here so late?” The finely dressed woman smiled at him warmly.

 

“I have something to discuss with my brother,” Yun Yunshan explained.

 

“Come in. Your brother is in the study, working on the family accounts,” she said, inviting him inside and personally leading him to the study.

 

On their way, they passed Yun Yanling, who had just finished washing up. She greeted Yun Yunshan politely, “Fourth Uncle.”

 

He smiled back at her, gesturing for her to return to her room to rest. After all, his niece had been managing the family’s weaving and dyeing workshops tirelessly.

 

At the study door, Yun Lishi knocked softly. “Yunyang, your fourth brother is here.”

 

The door creaked open. Yun Yunyang, draped in a robe, stepped out. Seeing his younger brother at the late hour, he smiled warmly, “Fourth Brother, what brings you here at this time?”

 

“Big Brother, take a look at this,” Yun Yunshan said as he retrieved the low-grade spirit stone from his robe.

 

Yun Yunyang, an ordinary man with no spiritual sense, could not perceive the faint threads of spiritual energy emanating from the translucent stone. Nor did he know that it was the very currency used by immortal cultivators in their dealings, or that it could aid them in their practice.

 

“What’s this?” he asked, curiosity lighting up his face.

 

“It’s a spirit stone,” Yun Yunshan said with a knowing smile.

 

“A spirit stone?” Yun Yunyang’s brow furrowed as he tried to understand its significance.

 

Only after Yun Yunshan explained its uses in detail did his brother finally grasp its importance.

 

“If our Yun family is to become an immortal cultivation lineage, we can’t do it without resources. Spirit stones are money in that world, and without them, we won’t get far,” Yun Yunyang said, leading his brother into the study. He sat down, gazing at the spirit stone on the table with a pensive expression.

 

A seasoned businessman, Yun Yunyang understood well that development required funds. Whether it was to sustain workers, procure materials, cultivate relationships, or grease the palms of officials, money was indispensable.

 

Although the Yun family had not yet formally become a cultivation clan, Yun Yunyang could already envision the parallels between the world of immortals and the mundane. Just as nations and families needed currency to function in the mortal world, the sects and clans of the cultivation world relied on spirit stones.

 

Now, his mind was racing with thoughts on how the Yun family might accumulate more of these precious stones. Yet, for all his years of business acumen, he was at a loss.

 

“How frustrating. I’ve been in commerce for so long, yet I’ve never witnessed how immortal cultivators conduct their trade. How does one even begin to earn spirit stones?” Yun Yunyang sighed.

 

“For now, don’t concern yourself with earning them. When we encounter more of that world, opportunities will naturally arise,” Yun Yunshan reassured him.

 

“You’re right,” Yun Yunyang nodded, though his tone remained uncertain.

 

“Actually, the reason I came here tonight, Brother, was to let you know that this spirit stone was found by Yandong and the others while they were fishing at Li Zhai Gou. Right now, our family has no clear means of earning spirit stones, but since the children stumbled upon one there, I was thinking…”

 

“You’re planning to take the clan to Li Zhai Gou to try your luck?”

 

Yun Yunyang listened quietly to his fourth brother’s words, and in an instant, he understood his meaning.

 

“Exactly. It’s not the ideal solution, but it’s the best we have for now,” Yun Yunyang replied.

 

“With Shuang’er and Yantian now stepping into the path of cultivation, their future progress will inevitably depend on spirit stones and various other resources for immortals. We have to think ahead for them and make the necessary preparations.”

 

“You’re right. Let me handle this matter,” Yun Yunshan said resolutely.

 

“Good,” Yun Yunyang nodded. “You’ve been busy mediating disputes among the clansmen these past days. Make sure to rest early when you get home.”

 

He rose from his seat and patted his younger brother’s shoulder with a warm smile.

 

“Speaking of disputes… Third Brother…” Yun Yunshan hesitated.

 

“What has he done this time?” Yun Yunyang’s expression darkened.

 

“You assigned Third Brother to work with the clansmen on opening new farmland outside the estate, but lately, he’s been shirking his duties. It’s caused quite a bit of discontent among the others. Worse, he’s been throwing your name around as a shield in front of the clansmen. If this continues unchecked, I fear it may lead to unrest within the family.”

 

Yun Yunshan’s brow furrowed deeply, his face heavy with concern. The Yun family was at a crucial point in its development, and internal discord could spell disaster.

 

“You know as well as I do, the only person Third Brother truly fears is you.”

 

“Understood. I’ll deal with him personally. You don’t need to worry about this,” Yun Yunyang said firmly.

 

As the first rays of dawn stretched across the horizon, a rooster crowed loudly from the courtyard. Its proud and piercing cries shattered the early morning stillness.

 

Inside the house, Yun Yunfeng stirred from his sleep, his face contorting in irritation as the rooster’s incessant calls grated on his nerves. He grumbled, sat up, and stomped barefoot into the courtyard.

 

Grabbing a cloth shoe, he hurled it with all his might at the offending bird.

 

“Shut up! Shut your damn beak! You’ll end up in a pot sooner or later if you keep disturbing my sleep, you plague of a chicken!” he roared.

 

The shoe struck the rooster squarely. Squawking indignantly, it flapped its wings frantically and fled the courtyard, vanishing down the path in a panic.

 

Satisfied, Yun Yunfeng yawned lazily and stretched, ready to return to the comfort of his bed. But just as he turned, a voice froze him in his tracks.

 

“Third Brother!” The words rang out like a thunderclap.

 

A chill shot up from Yun Yunfeng’s soles to the top of his head, sending a shiver down his spine. Slowly, he turned to see Yun Yunyang entering the courtyard, accompanied by several clansmen.

 

Forcing a smile onto his face, Yun Yunfeng rushed forward to greet his elder brother. “Big Brother! What brings you here so early in the morning?”

 

“Oh, the clan matters have kept me busy. I thought I’d come by to check on you and see how you’re doing,” Yun Yunyang replied with a faint smile.

 

“Doing great! Very comfortable,” Yun Yunfeng said quickly.

 

But inwardly, he cursed. Comfortable? Like hell! You’ve got me out there reclaiming barren land from dawn till dusk with barely a moment to breathe!

 

“Well, I’m glad you’re comfortable. Unfortunately, it seems quite a few of the clansmen aren’t feeling the same,” Yun Yunyang said, his tone still calm but with an edge of steel.

 

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” Yun Yunfeng replied, feigning ignorance. What do their feelings have to do with me?

 

“I’ve heard you’ve been slacking off while working with the clansmen on the new farmland. Worse, you’ve been using my name to intimidate them. Care to explain?” Yun Yunyang’s voice dropped, every word landing like a hammer.

 

“That’s nonsense! Who’s been spreading such slander about me?” Yun Yunfeng protested, his face flushing with indignation. Who’s the rat that snitched on me?

 

Chapter 24: Good Intentions

 

Yun Yunfeng was enraged, but the next moment, he abruptly shut his mouth, realizing he had said the wrong thing.

 

He glanced at his elder brother, Yun Yunyang , and saw that his face had already darkened ominously.

 

“Big Brother, don’t listen to those people’s nonsense. I’ve never shirked my duties,” Yun Yunfeng said hurriedly, his voice trembling.

 

“Oh? Quite a few clansmen have reported to me that you’ve been skimping on your work and using my name to intimidate others. And you still want to deny it?” Yun Yunyang ’s voice was icy, his expression completely somber.

 

He had hoped, sincerely, that his younger brother would step up and set a good example for his own sons, Yan Song and Yan Bai. Especially now, when the family stood at a pivotal moment of growth, it was imperative to demonstrate a sense of unity and responsibility.

 

Not to act like a rotten apple, sowing trouble and tarnishing their reputation.

 

“I…” Yun Yunfeng lowered his head, wanting to argue but finding himself unable to muster a defense.

 

“When our parents were alive, you were the one they spoiled the most. Unfortunately, they failed to instill the discipline you needed, leaving you to grow into the person you are now.

 

But while our parents are no longer here, I, as your elder brother, still am!” Yun Yunyang ’s tone turned stern.

 

“If you’ve done wrong by the clan, you must accept the punishment you deserve.”

 

“Big Brother, you’re… you’re not serious, are you?” Yun Yunfeng’s eyes widened in fear, his voice faltering.

 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

 

“Big Brother, I was wrong! I’ll change, I swear I’ll change! Can’t we just forget about the punishment?” Yun Yunfeng’s courage shattered completely. He knew his elder brother’s temperament all too well and immediately dropped to his knees, pleading desperately.

 

“You’ve said those same words to Second Uncle, Third Uncle, and even Fourth Brother—more times than I can count,” Yun Yunyang  said coldly.

 

“Forgive me, Yunfeng. The family is in a critical period of growth. I hope you can understand my intentions as your elder brother,” he said, unmoved by Yun Yunfeng’s begging.

 

With a wave of his hand, several Yun clansmen stepped forward, grabbing hold of Yun Yunfeng. Despite his struggling, they restrained him and dragged him away toward the central square of the Yun family estate.

 

The square was already surrounded by members of the Yun clan, who had been summoned to witness the event. Among them were Yun Lidi, Yun Lixuan, Yun Lihuang, as well as Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyuè, all present to observe the public punishment.

 

It was clear to everyone why Yun Yunyang  had chosen to make such a spectacle. He wanted to demonstrate his commitment to family discipline and dispel any lingering doubts that he might favor his own bloodline unfairly. This was his way of silencing the dissatisfaction some members of the clan harbored toward his direct lineage.

 

“They’re coming!”

 

Someone in the crowd spotted Yun Yunyang  leading the group. Yun Yunfeng, disheveled and humiliated, was dragged along like a criminal, his hair messy and his face pale with fear.

 

Finally, in front of the gathered crowd, Yun Yunfeng was forced onto the punishment bench. Despite his desperate struggling and pleading, he could not escape. He turned to his second and fourth brothers, silently begging for their intervention, but Yun Yunyuè and Yun Yunshan remained unmoved.

 

“Everyone!” Yun Yunyang  stepped into the center of the square, his commanding voice echoing across the gathering.

 

“My younger brother, Yun Yunfeng, has been neglecting his duties. He has not only shirked his work but also used my name to oppress and intimidate others for his own benefit.

 

I know that many of you have harbored grievances against him, and by extension, against me.

 

Today, I will punish my brother in front of everyone so that you all may witness it. Let this serve as a reminder to all: the Yun family has always been a clan of discipline and integrity. Even my own brother will not be spared from punishment if he brings shame to our name!”

 

With that, Yun Yunyang  picked up a cane as thick as a bowl. Without hesitation, he struck it down onto Yun Yunfeng’s backside.

 

The crack of the blow echoed sharply, followed by Yun Yunfeng’s scream—a cry so pitiful it resembled the squeal of a slaughtered pig.

 

“This strike is to remind you that oppressing the clansmen is unjust!” Yun Yunyang  declared coldly.

 

Crack!

 

The cane struck again, drawing another agonized wail.

 

“This strike is for your disrespect toward your elders, your reckless disregard for their teachings!”

 

Crack!

 

“This strike is for your insubordination, your failure to honor family traditions!”

 

Crack!

 

“And this strike is for your laziness and deceit, neglecting your duties!”

 

One blow followed another, merciless and unrelenting. Yun Yunyang ’s expression remained cold as the cane descended repeatedly, the strikes leaving Yun Yunfeng’s back raw and bleeding.

 

Before long, the pain overwhelmed Yun Yunfeng, and he fainted on the punishment bench.

 

Even so, Yun Yunyang  did not stop.

 

“Yunyang , that’s enough! Any more and he’ll die!” Yun Lidi, unable to bear the sight, stepped forward to intervene.

 

“Big Brother, stop! Third Brother has surely learned his lesson!” Yun Yunshan joined in, his voice imploring.

 

“Yes, Brother Yunyang ! Spare him now. He’s been punished enough. If he dies, how will you answer to your late parents?”

 

The crowd murmured their agreement, urging Yun Yunyang  to relent.

 

Even those who had previously resented him for favoritism were now convinced of his impartiality. Their grievances had faded, replaced by respect for his unwavering fairness.

 

“Uncle, stop! Please stop! If you keep going, my father will die! My brother and I have already lost our mother—we can’t lose our father too!”

 

A child’s desperate voice pierced through the crowd, trembling with fear and grief.

 

In the crowd, Yun Yansong and Yun Yanbai rushed forward, dropping to their knees before Yun Yunyang, pleading desperately for mercy.

 

“Uncle, please! Spare my father! He’s learned his lesson!”

 

Seeing the tears in his nephews’ eyes and hearing their earnest cries, Yun Yunyang finally tossed aside the bloodied cane and bent down to help the two boys to their feet.

 

“Remember this well: don’t follow in your father’s footsteps!” he said firmly.

 

“Yes, Uncle! We won’t!” Yansong and Yanbai nodded fervently, their voices trembling.

 

“Good. Get up now,” Yun Yunyang sighed, his stern expression softening slightly as he helped the boys stand.

 

Turning toward the crowd, Yun Yunyang addressed Yun Yunxùn, standing nearby. “Yunxùn, I’ll leave him in your care.”

 

“Leave it to me, cousin,” Yun Yunxùn replied with a faint smile. He gestured for his attendants to carry the unconscious Yun Yunfeng to his medical clinic for treatment.

 

“That’s all for now, everyone. Disperse!” Yun Yunyang commanded, waving his hand dismissively.

 

At the Yun family estate’s medical clinic, Yun Yunfeng gradually regained consciousness after being treated for his injuries.

 

The moment he moved, searing pain shot through him, forcing a sharp hiss from between his teeth. Resigned, he lay flat on his stomach, barely daring to move.

 

“Awake, Cousin Yunfeng?” Yun Yunxùn asked gently, glancing up from the herbs he was grinding.

 

“That… that brother of mine…” Yun Yunfeng growled, his jaw clenched in fury as he recalled the public punishment.

 

He had been humiliated before the entire clan, whipped like a common criminal by his own brother. The memory made him grind his teeth in anger, and he nearly spat out a curse. But catching sight of Yun Yunxùn nearby, he swallowed the words, wary of provoking further trouble.

 

“Honestly, Cousin Yunfeng, if you’d simply fulfill your duties to the family, Brother Yunyang wouldn’t have needed to go that far,” Yun Yunxùn said as he approached with fresh medicine to change Yunfeng’s bandages.

 

“You mean to say it’s all my fault?” Yun Yunfeng snapped, his temper flaring.

 

“Have you ever considered how your actions affect your elder brothers? The burdens they bear, the discontent they face from the clansmen because of you?” Yun Yunxùn replied patiently, ignoring Yunfeng’s tone.

 

“What burdens? Those three control all the power in the family. Everyone listens to them. And as their blood brother, why shouldn’t I use their names to keep people in line?

 

Why is it that Uncle and the others entrusted the family’s authority to them and not to me? Instead, I’m left laboring day and night, breaking my back to open barren fields!”

 

Yun Yunfeng’s frustration boiled over, and he vented his grievances, convinced of the righteousness of his stance.

 

“Cousin Yunfeng,” Yun Yunxùn said gently, “the family is in a crucial stage of development. If you act recklessly and stir discontent among the clansmen, it will sow discord.

 

If the branch families rebel against the main line, do you think your elder brothers will survive the fallout?

 

Yes, Shuang’er and Yantian have the talent and strength to suppress dissent for now. But without order and discipline, even they can’t hold the family together.

 

If Brother Yunyang hadn’t taken a stand and punished you publicly, the branch families would have scattered, and the unity of our clan would be broken.

 

And when that happens, do you know what will become of this family? It will cease to exist.”

 

Yun Yunxùn’s tone grew firmer, his words striking deep.

 

“You resent that Uncle and the elders handed authority to your brothers, and I understand your feelings. But have you reflected on how your behavior has disappointed the family?

 

Would my father or the elders ever entrust any responsibility to someone who acts as you have all these years?”

 

Yun Yunxùn’s voice softened again, and he placed a hand on Yunfeng’s shoulder. “I’m saying this for your own good, Cousin Yunfeng. Let go of your grievances and focus on becoming someone worthy of the family’s trust.”

 

Chapter 25 The Source of Li Village

 

Yun Yunfeng fell into a deep silence after hearing his cousin Yun Yunxun’s words, remaining speechless for a long time.

 

“In truth, Cousin Yunfeng,” Yun Yunxun continued, “when you were being punished today, your second brother, fourth brother, Yansong, Yanbai, and even many clansmen stood up to plead for you.

 

Even Second Uncle and my father spoke on your behalf.

 

If not for them, do you think you’d still be alive now?”

 

“Cousin, I genuinely hope you can change your ways. Prove your worth to Brother Yunyang and the rest through your own abilities. Earn the respect of the branch families with your actions.

 

If you continue to act recklessly, shirking your responsibilities, it will only backfire.

 

And more importantly, Yansong and Yanbai don’t want their father to be seen as a lazy, wandering scoundrel.”

 

“Brother Yunyang only imposed such strict discipline on you because he fears that one day, your impulsiveness might lead to trouble and even cost you your life!”

 

“Enough! Stop lecturing and just apply the medicine!” Yun Yunfeng snapped impatiently, urging his cousin to get on with it.

 

Yun Yunxun merely smiled and silently began applying the ointment. Despite his cousin’s abrasive personality, he knew that at heart, Yun Yunfeng was not a bad person.

 

It was simply that years of indulgence had shaped his character, making change difficult.

 

Let’s hope this punishment serves as the wake-up call he needs to truly transform. Otherwise, if more trouble arises… whether he lives or dies won’t be something I can involve myself with.

 

“It’s done, Cousin Yunfeng. The medicine is applied. But you’ll need to rest for the next few days—don’t move around too much, or the wounds might become inflamed,” Yun Yunxun advised.

 

“Thanks,” Yun Yunfeng muttered, almost grudgingly.

 

Yun Yunxun blinked, surprised. Had he heard that correctly?

 

Growing up together on the estate, Yun Yunxun was well-acquainted with Yunfeng’s personality. Among all the Yun family members, Yunfeng feared only Yun Yunyang. He never apologized for his wrongdoings, nor did he express gratitude easily, even when someone extended him a favor.

 

For Yunfeng to utter thanks now—it was entirely unexpected.

 

“We’re family; there’s no need for that,” Yun Yunxun said with a small smile, inwardly marveling at the effectiveness of Yunyang’s disciplinary methods.

 

“Yansong, Yanbai, come help me back home!” Yun Yunfeng called to his sons, who were standing quietly by the door. “Your Uncle Yunxun’s place reeks of herbs—I can’t stand the smell!”

 

“Oh,” the brothers replied in unison, hurrying over to help their father to his feet and escort him home.

 

“Take care, Cousin Yunfeng,” Yun Yunxun said as they left.

 

“Yeah, yeah. Stop nagging like an old hen!” Yun Yunfeng’s impatient voice rang out from a distance, prompting Yun Yunxun to shake his head with a wry smile.

 

On the way home, Yun Yansong hesitated before speaking up, “Father, actually… about Uncle Yunyang and the others—”

 

He wanted to defend his uncles, to dispel any lingering resentment his father might hold against them, but recalling Yunfeng’s temper, he swallowed his words midway.

 

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Yun Yunfeng said abruptly.

 

“This time, your Uncle Yunyang woke me up.

 

And what your Uncle Yunxun said earlier—I’ve thought it over, and he’s right.”

 

Both brothers stared at their father in disbelief. Had the punishment rattled his brain?

 

But seeing the serious expression on Yunfeng’s face, they found no signs of madness or confusion.

 

“Stick close to your Uncle Yunyang and learn from him. Don’t end up like your father, getting spanked in front of everyone. It’s the most humiliating thing!”

 

Unable to resist, Yun Yunfeng grumbled bitterly about his punishment, which made Yansong and Yanbai exchange amused glances.

 

Finally, they breathed a sigh of relief. Their father was still himself—perhaps a little changed, but not completely unrecognizable.

 

In the cellar, Yun Yanshui stood before the ancient bronze mirror. After a period of offerings and sacrifices, the small sapling within the mirror had borne fruit once more, producing a tiny, purple-red immortal fruit the size of a grain of rice.

 

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, his heart brimming with excitement. There was no need for elaborate rituals—he simply reached out, and the fruit fell into his palm.

 

As the immortal fruit was plucked, the sapling within the mirror withered away completely once again.

 

Placing the purple-red fruit carefully into a pouch, Yun Yanshui replenished the offerings to the bronze mirror before leaving the cellar, a satisfied smile on his face.

 

“Mother, where’s Father?”

 

Emerging from the cellar, Yun Yanshui spotted his mother, Yun Qinshi, busy with her embroidery in the courtyard. He asked curiously.

 

“Your father left early this morning,” she replied, glancing up briefly. “He took some clansmen to Li Zhai Gou.”

 

“Why would Father go to Li Zhai Gou all of a sudden?”

 

“He said he wanted to take the clansmen to see if they could find more of those translucent stones.”

 

Yun Qinshi’s words caused Yun Yanshui to pause. He recalled his sister’s guess from the previous night—it seemed his father had indeed coordinated plans with his eldest uncle.

 

“I’ll go find Father at Li Zhai Gou!”

 

Before she could respond, Yun Yanshui announced his intention and darted out of the courtyard.

 

“Slow down! Be careful not to trip!” Yun Qinshi called after him, her voice tinged with concern.

 

At Li Zhai Gou, Yun Yunshan and ten Yun clansmen stood at the location Yun Yandong had described as the spot where the spirit stone had been found.

 

With their trousers rolled up, they waded into the stream. Using specialized sieves, they scooped up handfuls of pebbles from the clear water, examining them carefully in hopes of uncovering more spirit stones.

 

However, after hours of effort, their luck seemed to run out.

 

The only find of note was a fragmented low-grade spirit stone that Yun Yunshan himself had unearthed. It was smaller and duller than the intact one he carried, but for a family struggling to gather cultivation resources, even this tiny fragment was a precious treasure.

 

“Brother Yunshan, we’ve searched this area all day and found nothing. Could it be that there are no more spirit stones here?” one of the clansmen asked, glancing at Yun Yunshan, who was still diligently sifting through the stream.

 

“Let’s keep looking a little longer,” Yun Yunshan replied, standing upright and wiping sweat from his brow. “These spirit stones are too important for the family.”

 

“Brother Yunshan,” another clansman interjected, his brows furrowed. “Do you think it’s possible that the stone Yandong found didn’t originally come from this part of the stream?”

 

Yun Yunshan paused, his movements stilling as he considered the suggestion.

 

“Explain,” he said after a moment, his tone serious.

 

“The water in Li Zhai Gou comes from the depths of Yuncang Mountain. I was just thinking… could the stone Yandong found have been washed downstream from the source?”

 

“If we go deeper into Yuncang Mountain and locate the stream’s source, might we find something there?”

 

“That’s a reasonable theory,” Yun Yunshan mused, nodding slowly as he processed the idea.

 

“Let’s call it a day for now,” he finally decided. “The sun’s almost set. We’ll return home, and tomorrow I’ll speak to my second brother. I’ll have him arrange for some guards to accompany us into the depths of Yuncang Mountain to locate the source of the stream.”

 

The group nodded in agreement, stepping out of the water and shaking off the day’s work. After a quick adjustment of their clothing, they began the journey back to the estate.

 

“Father!”

 

A cheerful voice rang out as Yun Yanshui came running toward them from a distance.

 

“Shuier, what’s gotten you so excited?” Yun Yunshan asked with a smile.

 

“Uncles, good evening!”

 

Instead of blurting out the news of the immortal fruit, Yun Yanshui greeted the other clansmen politely, earning warm laughter from the group.

 

“Haha! The boy’s grown quite a bit!”

 

“Such a sweet-talker!”

 

“It’s all thanks to Brother Yunshan’s good teaching!”

 

The ten clansmen joked among themselves before turning back to Yun Yunshan.

 

“Brother Yunshan, we’ll head back now. It seems your boy has something important to share, so we won’t intrude.”

 

With a wave and a few parting words, the group dispersed, leaving Yun Yunshan and his son alone.

 

Once the others were out of sight, Yun Yanshui finally spoke. “Father, the bronze mirror bore another immortal fruit. I plan to bring it to Second Uncle’s house tonight and give it to Brother Yantian.”

 

“Very well,” Yun Yunshan agreed, nodding with approval. “Wait a moment. Let me change into clean clothes, and I’ll accompany you.”

 

Back at the estate, Yun Yunshan swapped his damp attire for fresh garments before setting out with his son to visit his second brother, Yun Yunyue.

 

Chapter 26: Overflowing Spiritual Power

 

“Fourth Uncle? Yanshui? You’re here!”

 

Opening the door, Yun Yantian was greeted by the sight of Yun Yunshan and his son, their unexpected visit lighting up his face with a wide smile. He quickly stepped aside to welcome them in.

 

“Where’s your father?” Yun Yunshan asked with a chuckle.

 

“He’s in the backyard, practicing his spear techniques. I’ll take you to him!” Yantian replied enthusiastically, leading them toward the rear courtyard.

 

The backyard was a martial paradise, lined with rows of neatly arranged weapon racks. Swords, spears, sabers, halberds—every conceivable weapon gleamed under the light.

 

These were treasures Yun Yunyue had acquired after selling his martial arts school in town and transporting the weapons back in carts.

 

At the center of the yard, Yun Yunyue wielded a long spear, his movements vigorous and commanding.

 

At times, the spear darted forward like a dragon piercing the heavens.

 

At others, it coiled and danced like a dragon navigating shallow waters.

 

In his hands, the spear seemed alive, weaving intricate patterns and leaving behind dazzling shadows that blurred the eyes of onlookers.

 

“Father! Fourth Uncle and Yanshui are here to see you!” Yantian called out, his voice cutting through the rhythmic swish of the spear.

 

Hearing this, Yun Yunyue halted mid-movement. With a practiced flick, he sent the spear sailing back into its slot on the weapon rack behind him. Turning to the courtyard entrance, he saw Yun Yunshan and Yanshui.

 

Wiping the sweat from his brow with a cloth, he made his way to the stone table in the yard and waved them over with a hearty laugh. “Fourth Brother, Yanshui! Come, sit!”

 

“Second Uncle, your spear techniques are amazing!” Yanshui exclaimed, his admiration spilling over as he sat beside his father.

 

He had arrived just in time to witness a brief display of his uncle’s skill, leaving him in awe.

 

“Haha! Just some tricks I picked up during my years in the military. Compared to your father’s archery, my spear work is nothing to brag about!” Yun Yunyue said modestly, his laughter warm and unrestrained.

 

Then, turning to Yantian, he added, “Go prepare some dishes and bring some wine. Your uncle and I will have a proper drink tonight!”

 

“Second Brother, you jest. My archery skills were taught by none other than you,” Yun Yunshan said with a smile, shaking his head.

 

“But now, you’ve surpassed your teacher!” Yun Yunyue replied, grinning.

 

“Second Uncle, are all these weapons from the martial arts school in town?” Yanshui asked, his gaze fixed on the gleaming arsenal around them.

 

“Indeed. Do you fancy any of them? Pick one, and it’s yours!” Yun Yunyue said generously.

 

“No need, Second Uncle. I don’t use blades or spears—I’ve only trained in archery with Father,” Yanshui replied with a polite shake of his head.

 

“Ah, that’s right! You’ve been practicing your archery in Yuncang Mountain recently, haven’t you? I heard you injured over a dozen of Zhou Kuang’s men with unerring accuracy.

 

At your age, to have such precision… it seems your talent even surpasses your father’s!” Yun Yunyue said with a smile, clearly impressed.

 

“Second Brother, don’t flatter the boy too much, or he’ll become insufferable!” Yun Yunshan laughed.

 

“Haha! The men of the Yun family should excel in something, whether it’s spear work, swordsmanship, or archery. And when they do, they deserve to be praised!” Yun Yunyue declared, dismissing his brother’s concerns with a wave of his hand.

 

“Second Uncle,” Yanshui interjected suddenly, “I brought something for Brother Yantian.”

 

“Oh? What is it?” Yun Yunyue asked curiously.

 

Without a word, Yanshui reached into his pouch and produced the tiny, purple-red immortal fruit.

 

As soon as it emerged, a strange and delightful fragrance filled the courtyard, captivating everyone present.

 

“What’s this?” Yun Yunyue asked, a trace of astonishment flashing across his face as he gazed at the fruit in Yanshui’s hand.

 

“Second Brother,” Yun Yunshan said, speaking up before his son could answer, “this is an immortal fruit Yanshui found by chance while hunting in the mountains. It has miraculous properties.”

 

He deliberately avoided revealing the fruit’s true origin, deciding it was best to keep the secret of the bronze mirror confined to his immediate family. Too many people knowing about it could invite trouble.

 

“Miraculous properties?” Yun Yunyue echoed.

 

“Indeed! My sister, Shuang’er, ate one of these fruits, and it significantly improved her constitution,” Yanshui added with enthusiasm.

 

“Shuang’er has had one already?”

 

“Yes, and it’s made a noticeable difference! If I’m lucky, I’ll try to find more of these fruits next time I go hunting,” Yanshui said eagerly.

 

“This is a precious gift. How could I accept it for Yantian? You should save it for Shuang’er,” Yun Yunyue said with a faint smile, unwilling to take something so valuable. To him, the fruit belonged to Yanshui’s family, and it was only right to prioritize Shuang’er’s well-being.

 

“Second Uncle, the fruit only works once. Taking it a second time would be a waste.

 

Since Shuang’er has already benefited from it, it’s only fair to give this one to Brother Yantian. It could help improve his constitution, which would be invaluable for his cultivation,” Yanshui explained, his expression earnest.

 

Yun Yunshan remained silent, observing the exchange between his son and his second brother. For all his son’s usual mischief, he noticed that when it came to serious matters, Yanshui approached them with surprising maturity.

 

Yun Yunshan observed his son’s composed demeanor, his actions and words seamless and precise, and couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride.

 

“In that case, Second Uncle will accept this. On behalf of your brother Yantian, I thank you for this precious gift of fortune,” Yun Yunyue said, his tone sincere.

 

“Haha! We’re all family, Second Uncle. If Brother Yantian grows stronger, I can rely on him even more in the future!” Yun Yanshui replied with a bright grin.

 

He wasn’t lying—if Yantian consumed the immortal fruit and his cultivation advanced, the benefits would eventually flow back to Yanshui himself.

 

“Haha! You clever boy. Fine, when Yantian gets here, I’ll tell him that no matter how far his cultivation progresses, he must take care of you. If he dares disobey, I’ll spank him for you!” Yun Yunyue laughed heartily, clearly delighted.

 

At that moment, Yun Yantian returned from the kitchen, carrying an array of dishes.

 

Even from a distance, the enticing aroma of carp soup and spirit rice shrimp porridge wafted through the air. Accompanying the meal were a plate of mapo tofu, a dish of beef, a bowl of roasted peanuts, and a jar of fine wine.

 

“Fourth Uncle, Yanshui, we didn’t prepare much—please make do with this simple meal,” Yun Yantian said as he set the dishes on the table, smiling warmly at his uncle and cousin.

 

“This is plenty! You’ve gone to so much trouble,” Yun Yunshan replied, his smile full of gratitude.

 

“It’s no trouble at all.”

 

“Brother Yantian, your cooking is amazing!” Yun Yanshui said, already helping himself to the food with chopsticks in hand.

 

Before he could take another bite, Yun Yunshan gave him a playful knock on the head. “Your Second Uncle and Brother Yantian haven’t started yet. How dare you?”

 

“Fourth Brother, let the boy be. He’s a guest in my home—no need to fuss over formalities,” Yun Yunyue said quickly, coming to his nephew’s defense. He poured a full bowl of wine for Yun Yunshan as a gesture of goodwill.

 

“You spoil him too much, Second Brother,” Yun Yunshan said with a helpless chuckle.

 

“How could I not? He’s my nephew, after all!” Yun Yunyue replied, feigning sternness before bursting into laughter.

 

Yun Yunshan shook his head in resignation and joined his brother in a drink, their camaraderie warming the atmosphere.

 

After the meal, once Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshui had cleared the table, Yun Yunyue called his son over and handed him the immortal fruit.

 

“This is an immortal fruit your brother found while hunting in the mountains. Your cousin Shuang’er has already benefited from one like it—it should help improve your constitution as a cultivator. Go ahead and eat it and see what it does for you.”

 

Hearing his father’s words, Yun Yantian glanced at Yun Yanshui, who smiled back at him, encouragingly.

 

Yun Yantian felt a deep sense of gratitude welling up in his heart.

 

The family had almost no resources for cultivation. He and Shuang’er had been training under their master, relying primarily on the natural spiritual energy under the shade of the willow trees outside the estate. Their progress was slow, built painstakingly through the accumulation of spiritual power over time.

 

He knew that with resources like this fruit, their cultivation would have advanced far more quickly.

 

Now, Yanshui had found such a rare treasure and chose to give it to him. How could he not be moved?

 

“Yanshui, thank you. I’ll never forget this kindness,” Yun Yantian said sincerely.

 

“It’s nothing. We’re family,” Yanshui replied nonchalantly, though his excitement was evident. He could barely wait to see what changes Yantian’s use of the fruit would bring to himself.

 

Steeling himself, Yun Yantian popped the small purple-red fruit into his mouth.

 

The moment it entered, the fruit dissolved into a surge of pure spiritual energy. The power spread rapidly through his body, refining his meridians and enhancing his bloodline and bones.

 

Seeing that the fruit was working, Yun Yunshan decided it was time to leave. He gathered Yanshui and bid farewell to his brother and nephew, not wanting to interrupt Yantian’s cultivation.

 

On the way home, a sudden burst of energy flooded Yun Yanshui’s mind.

 

A scripture appeared within his consciousness—it was the “Three Purity Scripture.”

 

Along with the scripture came an imprint, a fragment of Yun Yantian’s soul essence, embedded in his own mind.

 

Most astonishingly, his dantian felt fuller, his spiritual energy denser and more refined than ever before, brimming to the point of overflow.

 

Feeling the changes in his body, Yun Yanshui’s heart soared with joy. His theory had proven correct.

 

As long as Shuang’er and Yantian continued their cultivation, the spiritual energy they fed back to him would accelerate his own progress.

 

At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he broke through to the third stage of the Embryo Breath Realm!

 

Chapter 27 Get Out As Soon As Possible

 

“How is your Brother Yantian’s cultivation progressing?”

 

In the quiet of the night, walking along a deserted path, Yun Yunshan asked in a hushed voice.

 

“Brother Yantian’s cultivation is at the same level as Shuang’er’s—they’ve both just stepped into the second stage of the Embryo Breath Realm,” Yun Yanshui replied. Through the soul imprint in his mind, he could easily perceive the cultivation levels of both his sister and Yantian.

 

“Will it help you break through?”

 

“My dantian is already brimming with spiritual energy; I’m close to breaking through. I just need a little more time. Once Shuang’er and Brother Yantian advance further, I should be able to reach the third stage of the Embryo Breath Realm without any issues,” Yanshui explained.

 

Hearing this, Yun Yunshan nodded in satisfaction. “Everyone in the village thinks Shuang’er and Yantian are the ones blessed with the greatest fortune. Little do they know, the real lucky one is you, you rascal!”

 

“Hehe,” Yanshui chuckled, scratching the back of his head, unsure how to respond.

 

Yuncang County, the County Yamen.

 

Lu Zizai, clad in his official robes, stood respectfully behind a young man dressed in luxurious attire. Around him were the county constables and other officials, all bowing with the utmost deference.

 

“To think the court would send none other than an immortal master to oversee this matter!” Lu Zizai exclaimed with a sycophantic smile.

 

The young man, though appearing youthful, was a cultivator and a venerated member of the Yue Kingdom’s royal court.

 

Despite his youthful looks, Lu Zizai knew that this immortal master’s true age far surpassed his own. The Yue Kingdom’s emperor treated this man with the highest respect, and his status was nothing short of exalted.

 

After all, in a world where cultivation existed, those who could wield its power were akin to gods in the eyes of mortal kingdoms. Disrespecting such beings was unthinkable.

 

“Having some free time, I decided to accept His Majesty’s assignment and investigate whether the Yun family has truly produced two children with spiritual roots,” the young man replied with a calm smile.

 

“Perfect timing. I’ve already prepared a team. We can accompany you to the Yun family immediately to verify the matter,” Lu Zizai said, bowing deeply.

 

“Very well, let us proceed,” the young man said with a nod.

 

Together, they exited the yamen, heading toward the carriages Lu Zizai had arranged to take them to the Yun estate.

 

Before they could step outside, a constable captain, Ban Butou, came rushing in, his urgency palpable.

 

“What’s the meaning of this reckless behavior? If you offend the immortal master, not even nine lives will save you!” Lu Zizai barked, his face darkening at the sight of the hurried officer.

 

“Subordinate knows his mistake! Immortal Master, please forgive this lowly one’s offense,” Ban Butou stammered, immediately dropping to his knees to beg for mercy.

 

“No harm done,” the young man said indifferently. To him, mortals were like ants—not worth holding grudges against, lest it tarnish his own dignity.

 

“Thank the Immortal Master for his boundless mercy!” Lu Zizai ordered sternly, prompting Ban Butou to repeatedly kowtow in gratitude.

 

“Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you!” Ban Butou said, his forehead nearly pressing into the ground as cold sweat drenched his back.

 

He knew he was fortunate. Had this been another, less patient cultivator, he might have been reduced to ash for such an offense.

 

“My apologies, Immortal Master…” Lu Zizai turned back toward the young man, bowing again with a look of contrition.

 

“If Lord Lu has urgent matters to attend to, feel free to handle them first. I am in no hurry,” the young man replied with a gracious smile.

 

“Many thanks for your understanding, Immortal Master,” Lu Zizai said, deeply grateful for the man’s patience. He then stepped aside with Ban Butou, lowering his voice. “What’s going on?”

 

“Zhou Zhe-sheng of the Zhou family has brought over three hundred of his relatives to the yamen gates, holding a petition of ten thousand bloody handprints. They demand justice against the Yun family and myself.

 

The commotion has drawn a large crowd of onlookers, and my men are struggling to disperse them. We’re short on manpower,” Ban Butou reported grimly.

 

“Useless! You can’t even handle a rabble of troublemakers?”

 

“This subordinate is indeed incompetent. Please think of a solution, my lord. If Zhou Zhe-sheng and his clan block the path when the Immortal Master is ready to depart, it may anger him!” Ban Butou said in a hushed tone, his face pale.

 

Lu Zizai’s frown deepened. He knew Ban Butou was right. No matter what, the Zhou family troublemakers needed to be dealt with immediately to ensure they didn’t obstruct or offend the Immortal Master.

 

“Chang County Constable!” Lu Zizai called out to a towering, middle-aged man in official garb standing nearby.

 

“My lord, what are your orders?”

 

The middle-aged man named Chang Yuan, the County Constable of Yuncang County, was responsible for maintaining law and order with his command of 3,000 soldiers.

 

“Those Zhou family troublemakers are causing a scene, blocking the gates of the county yamen and crying for justice. I fear their antics might offend the Immortal Master.

 

Take your men and drive them away immediately!” Lu Zizai ordered, his tone sharp and impatient.

 

To him, the Zhou clan’s commotion was no different from the incessant buzzing of flies.

 

“Yes, my lord,” Chang Yuan replied respectfully before quickly taking his leave.

 

Outside the county yamen, a large crowd of Yuncang County citizens had gathered, curious about the ongoing commotion.

 

At the center of the spectacle, Zhou Zhe-sheng knelt at the head of over 300 Zhou clansmen, all arranged in neat rows. Together, they repeatedly cried out for justice:

 

“Lord Lu, please clear the name of the Zhou family!”

 

“Lord Lu, please clear the name of the Zhou family!”

 

Some of the Zhou clansmen held aloft a petition of ten thousand bloody handprints, a dramatic gesture meant to demand Lu Zizai’s intervention. They were adamant that the county magistrate take up their case, punish the Yun family, and hold Ban Butou accountable for his actions.

 

“Father, are you sure this won’t backfire?” Zhou Ao asked nervously, glancing at the Zhou clan members blocking the gates.

 

“What could possibly go wrong?” Zhou Zhe-sheng scoffed, unconcerned. “Your second uncle serves as an official in the court, and Lu Zizai was once his protégé.

 

If he learns of the Zhou family’s plight, he’ll undoubtedly step in on our behalf out of respect for your uncle.”

 

Hearing this, Zhou Ao nodded, his father’s reasoning making sense. Yet, unease still lingered in his heart.

 

By now, Lu Zizai should have been aware of the commotion outside the yamen. With the Zhou clan making such a ruckus for half the day, it seemed strange that he hadn’t come out to address them. The gates remained tightly shut, with no sign of movement from within.

 

Suddenly, the sound of marching soldiers broke through the din of the crowd.

 

“Make way! Move aside! Clear the area!”

 

The thunderous voice of an officer echoed as a unit of over a thousand soldiers, led by Chang Yuan, approached in an imposing formation.

 

The soldiers dispersed the onlookers swiftly, sending the curious townsfolk scurrying away. The commotion immediately drew the attention of Zhou Zhe-sheng and his followers.

 

Looking up, Zhou Zhe-sheng saw Chang Yuan, a towering figure flanked by several officers, approaching with an air of authority.

 

“Your humble servant greets the lord!” Zhou Zhe-sheng quickly bowed, his head nearly touching the ground.

 

“Zhou clan leader, Zhou Zhe-sheng?” Chang Yuan asked, his expression unreadable as he glanced down at the kneeling man.

 

“Yes, my lord, that is me,” Zhou Zhe-sheng replied deferentially.

 

“My lord has given his orders,” Chang Yuan stated.

 

“Has Lord Lu decided to clear the Zhou family’s name?” Zhou Zhe-sheng asked, his face lighting up with hope.

 

“Clear your name? What name is there to clear? My lord has instructed that you and your clan leave immediately. If you persist in blocking the gates and causing trouble, you will be punished without mercy!” Chang Yuan’s voice rose in a stern reprimand.

 

Zhou Zhe-sheng froze, his expression as if struck by lightning.

 

“That… that can’t be right! Lord Lu is my second brother’s former protégé! How could he treat us this way when we’ve been wronged?” Zhou Zhe-sheng stammered, his desperation mounting.

 

He had believed that by invoking his brother’s connection, Lu Zizai would grant him a favorable hearing. Instead, after two days of painstaking preparations, including the dramatic petition, his efforts were being dismissed as a joke.

 

“Enough nonsense! Take your people and leave now. If you refuse, I’ll give the order to have every last member of the Zhou family executed on the spot!” Chang Yuan bellowed, his patience wearing thin.

 

To emphasize his point, he unsheathed the long blade at his waist and held it against Zhou Zhe-sheng’s neck.

 

The sharp edge of the weapon sent a chill down Zhou Zhe-sheng’s spine, draining the color from his face.

 

Behind him, Zhou Ao and the rest of the Zhou clan, who had been kneeling and shouting for justice moments earlier, fell silent. Faced with Chang Yuan and his formidable soldiers, none of them dared to act out further.

 

They were mere commoners, no match for the might of the thousand-strong county militia.

 

“Please, my lord, have mercy! We’ll leave right away!” Zhou Zhe-sheng pleaded hastily, suppressing his anger and frustration.

 

There was no choice—none among them could afford to gamble with their lives.

 

Chapter 28 Immortal Master Visits

 

“Reporting to my lord, the Zhou family has been driven away!”

 

Chang Yuan entered the yamen and stood respectfully before Lu Zizai.

 

“Good. Let’s proceed! Those Zhou troublemakers have wasted enough of my time—and the Immortal Master’s as well. They’re insufferable!” Lu Zizai said with a satisfied nod, his irritation evident.

 

“Immortal Master, we’re ready to depart,” he added, turning toward the cultivator with a deferential bow.

 

“Ridiculous! That Lu Zizai is completely disregarding the Zhou family. To think he was once my second brother’s student—yet he’s so shamelessly ungrateful!”

 

Zhou Zhe-sheng stormed down the street with his clan in tow, grumbling angrily. His frustration radiated with every clenched fist and grinding tooth.

 

“Father, I can’t help but feel that there’s more to this than meets the eye,” Zhou Ao said cautiously.

 

“More to this? What do you mean?”

 

“Think about it. That constable insisted my brother’s death had nothing to do with the Yun family. And now, even Lu Zizai refuses to acknowledge our grievances.

 

It feels like there’s something we’re missing—something we don’t understand,” Zhou Ao said thoughtfully, his tone serious.

 

Zhou Zhe-sheng frowned, his mind churning over his son’s words. He couldn’t deny there were many unanswered questions.

 

The Yun family patriarch, Yun Yunyang, had once been just a merchant. Even if he had some connections in town, it seemed improbable that he could sway someone like Lu Zizai, especially given Lu’s ties to his own family.

 

“You may have a point. It seems there’s more to this than I initially realized. I’ll need to investigate further,” Zhou Zhe-sheng admitted after a moment of contemplation.

 

“Clan leader! Look over there—it’s Lord Lu!”

 

A Zhou clansman pointed toward the street, where a procession of officials and guards was making its way toward the horizon.

 

“Where is Lu Zizai headed with such a large entourage?” Zhou Zhe-sheng wondered aloud, his brows furrowing further.

 

“Father, look at the direction they’re going—it seems to be toward Yuncang Mountain,” Zhou Ao observed.

 

“The northern path of Yuncang Mountain? That leads to the Yun family estate, doesn’t it?” Zhou Zhe-sheng said, his voice tinged with surprise.

 

“Father, could it be that Lord Lu has realized the Zhou family’s grievances and is now leading a force to destroy the Yun family?” Zhou Ao speculated, his tone hopeful.

 

“Impossible. If that were the case, Chang Yuan wouldn’t have treated us so harshly earlier. There must be another reason,” Zhou Zhe-sheng replied, shaking his head.

 

“Still, you’re right about one thing—we need to follow them and see for ourselves.

 

We have to understand why Lu Zizai is so determined to shield the Yun family and why he refuses to honor my brother’s connections. Only then can we decide our next move.

 

Otherwise, if we act recklessly and end up with a blade to our throats again, we’ll have no one but ourselves to blame,” Zhou Zhe-sheng said grimly.

 

At the ancestral shrine of the Yun family in Yuncang Mountain, Yun Yunshan stood before Yun Yunyang.

 

“You plan to search for the source of Li Zhai Gou?” Yun Yunyang asked, his brows lifting in mild surprise.

 

“Yes. I suspect the low-grade spirit stone Yandong found was washed downstream from the source of Li Zhai Gou.

 

If we lead a group into the mountain and locate the stream’s origin, we might uncover something new,” Yun Yunshan explained earnestly.

 

“That’s a reasonable theory. But the depths of Yuncang Mountain are filled with dangerous beasts—tigers, leopards, and countless other predators lie in wait. You must exercise caution,” Yun Yunyang advised.

 

“Don’t worry, big brother. To ensure everyone’s safety, I’ve enlisted Second Brother’s help. He’ll bring along a dozen armed clansmen to escort us, fully equipped for the journey,” Yun Yunshan assured him.

 

“That’s a wise decision. Second Brother is a seasoned martial artist—he and you served in the military together in your younger years. With him accompanying you, I feel reassured,” Yun Yunyang said with a nod of approval.

 

“Since you and Second Brother have already planned this, proceed as you see fit.”

 

“Understood. Fourth Brother takes his leave,” Yun Yunshan said, bowing respectfully before exiting the shrine with Yun Yunyuè.

 

Yun Yunyang remained behind, continuing discussions with other senior members of the clan about recent family developments.

 

During the meeting, he didn’t forget to inquire about Yun Yunfeng’s situation.

 

Upon hearing that his third brother had become far more disciplined and conscientious since his public punishment, Yun Yunyang finally allowed himself a moment of relief.

 

“Let’s hope he can make something of himself. If he does, it will ease the burden of managing this family,” he murmured to himself, silently praying for his brother’s success.

 

“Brother Yunyang, the officials have arrived!”

 

Yun Yunrui rushed into the ancestral shrine, bowing as he delivered the message.

 

“It seems the authorities have reported our family’s situation to the court. Now, they’ve sent people to verify the truth,” Yun Yunyang said, a faint smile crossing his face.

 

“Let’s go! We must meet Lord Lu and his entourage. If this matter goes well, our Yun family’s fortunes will take a great turn!”

 

Rising from his seat, Yun Yunyang gathered Yun Yunrui and other family leaders, leaving the ancestral shrine to head toward the estate’s entrance and greet the officials.

 

“Brother Yanshui! There are so many soldiers outside!”

 

Yun Yandong burst into the courtyard with a group of children, interrupting Yun Yanshui, who was lounging lazily under the shade of a tree.

 

“Oh? Why are the soldiers here?” Yun Yanshui asked, looking up with mild curiosity.

 

Being an eight-year-old child, he was not privy to the intricate matters of the family. His days were filled with eating, playing, and occasionally hunting in the mountains for fun. He left the family’s major affairs to his elders.

 

“I don’t know, but Uncle Yunyang has already gone to meet them, along with the uncles and even the elders,” Yandong explained.

 

“Want to go see?” he asked eagerly.

 

“That’s adult business. What’s the point of us kids getting involved? Besides, it’s scorching hot out there. Why don’t you all sit here and cool off with me instead?” Yun Yanshui said with a grin, showing little interest in the commotion.

 

“Brother Yanshui, what if the soldiers are here to attack the Yun family? Aren’t you worried?”

 

“Worried about what? With my sister and Brother Yantian around, what’s there to fear?” Yun Yanshui replied confidently.

 

“And anyway, if they were here to attack, they would’ve started already. No action means no problem,” he added with a laugh.

 

Hearing this, Yandong nodded thoughtfully. His brother’s reasoning seemed sound. Giving up his earlier worries, he joined Yanshui and the others under the tree for some shade.

 

Inside the house, Yun Qinshi, busy with her embroidery, noticed the children playing and brought out a plate of watermelon for them to enjoy.

 

“So this is Yun Estate?”

 

The young cultivator stepped out of his carriage, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the sprawling Yun family estate before him.

 

“Indeed, Immortal Master,” Lu Zizai replied promptly, bowing with reverence.

 

The cultivator nodded, his gaze drifting toward a patch of willow trees in the distance. Beneath the shade, a scruffy blind Daoist was seated, speaking to two children.

 

The cultivator extended his spiritual sense toward the group, curious to eavesdrop on their conversation. However, to his astonishment, an invisible force blocked his attempt, preventing him from hearing anything or sensing the Daoist’s depth.

 

“As I thought, the Yun family is under the protection of a cultivator. No wonder their clan has produced two children with spiritual roots,” the young man murmured, his expression growing serious.

 

That blind Daoist isn’t simple!

 

Even with his Qi Refining cultivation, he couldn’t discern the Daoist’s strength or pierce the barrier around him.

 

Hearing the cultivator’s words, Lu Zizai was startled. He followed the young man’s gaze, his eyes landing on the blind Daoist teaching Yun Yanshuang and her brother beneath the willow trees.

 

A wave of awe washed over him, mixed with a pang of envy.

 

The Yun family—a humble, mundane clan on the outskirts of Yuncang Mountain—had encountered a stroke of fortune he could only dream of.

 

“Greetings, Lord Lu!”

 

From the estate, Yun Yunyang emerged with his second uncle and other clansmen. Spotting Lu Zizai waiting outside, he bowed deeply.

 

“Brother Yunyang, there’s no need for such formality,” Lu Zizai replied with a smile.

 

The respectful reception from Yun Yunyang and his entourage clearly delighted Lu Zizai.

 

The Yun family’s fortune was undeniable—they had produced two children with spiritual roots and were now poised to become a cultivation family within the Yue Kingdom.

 

That they continued to treat him, a mere county magistrate, with such deference only deepened his sense of satisfaction.

 

Chapter 29: Yuncang Yun Clan

 

“Brother Yunyang, allow me to introduce this esteemed guest. This is Li Qing, an Immortal Master in service to the court,” Lu Zizai said, gesturing to the young cultivator by his side after a round of pleasantries.

 

“I have accompanied Immortal Master Li Qing here today under his Majesty’s orders to verify the reports that your family has produced two children with spiritual roots.”

 

“A humble man like myself, Yun Yunyang, pays respect to the Immortal Master!”

 

As a royal court cultivator, Li Qing was not someone to be taken lightly. Yun Yunyang immediately led his second uncle and other clan members in a respectful bow to Li Qing.

 

“No need to be so formal, Brother Yun,” Li Qing said with a gentle smile.

 

Yet his gaze drifted toward the blind Daoist resting beneath the shade of the willow trees. “That Daoist isn’t an ordinary mortal, is he?”

 

“As expected, an Immortal Master’s insight sees through all!” Yun Yunyang chuckled, trying to mask his nerves.

 

“That Daoist’s depth is beyond even my comprehension. His cultivation must far surpass mine.

 

For your Yun family to have such an extraordinary figure watching over you is a stroke of fortune that would make anyone envious,” Li Qing remarked with admiration.

 

“You flatter us, Immortal Master,” Yun Yunyang said humbly.

 

“Brother Yun, would you mind introducing me? I would very much like to meet this Daoist,” Li Qing requested.

 

“Of course. Immortal Master, this way, please,” Yun Yunyang replied with a nod, leading Li Qing and the others toward the willow trees.

 

“Master, someone has come to visit,” Yun Yunyang said, bowing before the blind Daoist.

 

“A visitor?” the Daoist asked with a faint smile.

 

“An Immortal Master from the royal court, Li Qing, wishes to meet you. He’s come with officials to verify the reports about our family…”

 

Yun Yunyang hesitated, uncertain whether the Daoist would agree to meet Li Qing.

 

“Let him come. He’s already tried to probe me with his spiritual sense earlier,” the Daoist said nonchalantly, fully aware of the situation.

 

He also knew this meeting could be an opportunity for the Yun family to ascend to greater heights.

 

“Immortal Master Li, the Daoist invites you over,” Yun Yunyang said, turning to Li Qing.

 

“Junior Li Qing greets the senior,” Li Qing said respectfully, bowing deeply as he approached.

 

“You’ve reached the second stage of Qi Refinement at a mere century old—not bad,” the Daoist said with a calm glance.

 

Li Qing froze in surprise, marveling at the Daoist’s ability to instantly gauge his cultivation level. It was a testament to how extraordinary this figure was.

 

“Senior’s divine insight is truly beyond my reach,” Li Qing said, his tone filled with genuine admiration.

 

“You’ve come to verify the Yun family’s spiritual root bearers, haven’t you?”

 

“Exactly, Senior.”

 

“Then proceed,” the Daoist said simply.

 

“That won’t be necessary. I presume these two children are your disciples?” Li Qing replied, his gaze shifting to Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian, who were seated nearby.

 

Their cultivation levels, both at the second stage of the Embryo Breath Realm, were remarkable for their age—a sign of great potential.

 

“Shuang’er, Tian’er, come greet Immortal Master Li,” the Daoist said with a smile.

 

“Junior Yun Yanshuang.”

 

“Junior Yun Yantian.”

 

The siblings stood and bowed respectfully to Li Qing, their manners impeccable.

 

“No need for such formality. To have reached the second stage of the Embryo Breath Realm at such a young age is truly impressive. Your futures are boundless,” Li Qing said, offering sincere praise.

 

Inwardly, he resolved to establish a good relationship with the Yun family. With a figure like the blind Daoist as their guardian, their potential influence was immense.

 

“Senior, I won’t take up more of your time. I’ll discuss the matter of rewards with Brother Yun and return later to exchange insights,” Li Qing said, bowing once more.

 

“Go on,” the Daoist said with a wave, turning back to continue his lecture for Yanshuang and Yantian.

 

“Immortal Master, this way, please. I’ve had some refreshments prepared,” Yun Yunyang said, gesturing invitingly. He was eager to seize this chance to discuss the Yun family’s status and future prospects with Li Qing.

 

“You’re too kind,” Li Qing replied with a polite smile, accompanying Yun Yunyang and Lu Zizai into the estate for further discussions.

 

“Father, who is that young man with Lord Lu? Why does Lord Lu treat him with such reverence?”

 

Hiding in the shadows, Zhou Ao whispered to his father as they observed the meeting from a distance. Though they could see the interactions, they were too far away to hear the details.

 

“I’m not sure. He must be some important figure from the capital,” Zhou Zhe-sheng replied, never suspecting that Li Qing was a royal court cultivator.

 

“Look at how friendly Yun Yunyang seems with him,” Zhou Ao remarked, a hint of unease creeping into his voice.

 

“Could it be that Yun Yunyang has connections with high-ranking figures in the capital?” Zhou Ao asked in shock.

 

Hearing this, Zhou Zhe-sheng’s expression darkened instantly. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, but it was baffling. Yun Yunyang had always been a simple merchant operating in Yuncang County—how could he suddenly be acquainted with someone of such status from the capital?

 

“Let’s go back!” Zhou Zhe-sheng said firmly, snapping out of his thoughts.

 

“Father, shouldn’t we gather more information?” Zhou Ao asked, reluctant to leave without uncovering more.

 

“What’s the point if we can’t hear anything from this distance? Besides, I suspect that Yun Yunyang must have connections with someone powerful in the capital—otherwise, Lu Zizai wouldn’t be so dismissive of us.

 

Hmph! If Yun Yunyang thinks his capital connections will give him the upper hand, he’s mistaken. Does he think the Zhou family lacks such ties?”

 

“Father, what are you planning?” Zhou Ao asked cautiously.

 

“I’ll return to the clan and write to your second uncle, requesting his help.”

 

“But didn’t you say Second Uncle doesn’t concern himself with trivial matters like this?”

 

“Whether he helps or not, it’s worth a try. If we let the Yun family continue to rise unchecked, the Zhou family will lose all face!” Zhou Zhe-sheng spat bitterly, his anger and resentment burning brightly.

 

“I understand, Father!” Zhou Ao nodded, following his father as they left for the Zhou family estate.

 

At the Yun Family Ancestral Shrine.

 

“As of now, the Yue Kingdom has 51 cultivation families. With the addition of your Yun family, there will be 52,” Li Qing said, seated at the head of the gathering.

 

“In accordance with His Majesty’s decree, your Yun family, having produced two children with spiritual roots, will be permanently exempt from taxes.

 

Additionally, the court will provide further rewards. Since your estate is situated near Yuncang Mountain, the surrounding area will be granted to your family. From now on, your family shall be known as the ‘Lius of Yuncang.’

 

Furthermore, the court will annually supply your family with 20 low-grade spirit stones and 30 catties of spirit rice,” Li Qing continued with a smile, taking a sip of tea as he spoke.

 

“Thank you for His Majesty’s grace!” Yun Yunyang said, bowing deeply. His demeanor was one of genuine respect and gratitude.

 

The allocation of Yuncang Mountain and its surrounding areas to the Yun family meant they would now control all resources within the territory.

 

Moreover, the annual supply of spirit stones alleviated a major concern—resources to support Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian’s cultivation.

 

“There’s no need for such formality. These rewards are well deserved for the Lius of Yuncang,” Li Qing replied warmly.

 

“Immortal Master, may I ask a question?” Yun Yunyang inquired.

 

“Of course, ask away,” Li Qing said with a nod.

 

“What exactly is spirit rice?”

 

“Haha! Spirit rice is akin to the grains consumed by mortals, but it differs in that it contains spiritual energy. It is a food source for cultivators and can effectively aid in their cultivation,” Li Qing explained patiently.

 

“I see,” Yun Yunyang said with a nod, marveling at the unique resources available to cultivators.

 

When the court’s rewards arrive, the spirit stones and rice will all be dedicated to Shuang’er and Tian’er’s cultivation, he resolved inwardly.

 

“By the way, there’s another matter I must inform you about,” Li Qing said, setting his cup down.

 

“Immortal Master, please speak freely,” Yun Yunyang replied.

 

“His Majesty’s decision to bestow these rewards and privileges upon your family is not without purpose.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Where there are immortals, there are also demons and malevolent entities that wreak havoc. Our Yue Kingdom is not exempt from such threats.

 

Now that the Yun family is responsible for the area around Yuncang Mountain, it falls upon you to ensure the safety and peace of Yuncang County.

 

Should any demonic disturbances arise, Lord Lu and Constable Chang will assist you. If the threat proves too great, you may seek aid from other cultivation families.”

 

“Naturally. However, my Yun family is new to this path and has no connections with the surrounding cultivation families. If trouble arises, how should we proceed?” Yun Yunyang asked, voicing his concerns.

 

“I anticipated this issue,” Li Qing said with a slight smile. He flipped his hand, and with a flash of light from his storage ring, a thick book appeared in his palm.

 

“This is the Reputation Register. It contains detailed information about all 51 other cultivation families in the Yue Kingdom, including the territories they manage.

 

I checked, and the nearest family to the Lius of Yuncang is the Blue Scaled Sun Family. They’ve been established for some time and have produced three cultivators, all at the Embryo Breath Realm.

 

If you have the opportunity, it would be wise to establish ties with them,” Li Qing said, handing the book to Yun Yunyang.

 

“This register now belongs to your family.”

 

“Thank you, Immortal Master!” Yun Yunyang said, bowing deeply again.

 

Chapter 30 Death is imminent

 

“Additionally, here are 20 low-grade spirit stones and 30 catties of spirit rice,” Li Qing said, producing two bags—one filled with shimmering spirit stones and the other with spirit rice—from his storage ring.

 

“When I return to the capital, I will report this matter to His Majesty. The court will then officially proclaim the Yun family’s ascension as the ‘Lius of Yuncang’ across the Yue Kingdom,” Li Qing added.

 

“Many thanks for your efforts!” Yun Yunyang said, cupping his hands respectfully.

 

“With that, I’ve concluded my duties here. It’s time for me to depart for the capital,” Li Qing said, rising from his seat. “Brother Yun, I look forward to visiting again in the future.”

 

“The Yun family is always ready to welcome Immortal Master Li,” Yun Yunyang replied with a warm smile.

 

Building connections had always been one of Yun Yunyang’s strengths. During his years as a merchant, he had cultivated relationships with peers and influential figures in Yuncang County. Now, as the head of a newly recognized cultivation family, he saw immense value in fostering ties with someone like Li Qing. Conversations with him would also provide insights into the wider world of cultivators.

 

“Haha! Farewell, Brother Liu!” Li Qing laughed heartily, bowing as he took his leave, accompanied by Lu Zizai, Chang Yuan, and the other officials.

 

“Lord Lu, I have a matter that requires your assistance,” Yun Yunyang called out just as Lu Zizai was about to leave.

 

“Brother Yun, feel free to speak,” Lu Zizai replied, his face lighting up with a smile.

 

“Now that the Yuncang Mountain region is officially under my family’s jurisdiction, I believe there’s no room for two tigers on one mountain,” Yun Yunyang said cryptically.

 

Years of navigating political waters had sharpened Lu Zizai’s instincts. He immediately grasped Yun Yunyang’s unspoken implication.

 

“Rest assured, Brother Liu. I will personally handle the Zhou family,” Lu Zizai said confidently.

 

“Thank you, Lord Lu. I’ll be sure to send you a few fine barrels of wine another day,” Yun Yunyang said with a polite smile.

 

“Brother Yun, you’re too kind! Until next time,” Lu Zizai replied, deeply pleased. For him, securing an alliance with the newly minted cultivation family of Yuncang was far more gratifying than his current role as county magistrate. His words were careful and deferential, addressing himself as “this humble official” to emphasize Yun Yunyang’s elevated status.

 

“Brother Yunrui,” Yun Yunyang called out after seeing off Li Qing and the others.

 

“Brother Yunyang, what is it?” Yun Yunrui responded promptly.

 

“Store this Reputation Register in the family’s library and have its contents transcribed for Shuang’er and Tian’er to study. You and Master Yu are the ones teaching in the village, so you’re the perfect person to pass this knowledge along,” Yun Yunyang said with a smile, handing over the thick book.

 

“I’ll see to it,” Yun Yunrui replied, taking the book and heading straight to the family’s library—a modest private study room in the back of the school he and Master Yu had established.

 

“As for the rest, we’ll wait for Shuang’er and Tian’er to return from their cultivation sessions. These spirit stones and spirit rice should help them make great strides in their training,” Yun Yunyang said to himself.

 

Meanwhile, under the shade of the willow trees, Li Qing approached the blind Daoist to seek guidance on his cultivation.

 

For over a decade, Li Qing had been stuck at the second stage of Qi Refinement, unable to find a breakthrough. Now, encountering such a reclusive master was a rare opportunity he couldn’t pass up.

 

The Daoist, understanding the importance of fostering goodwill with Li Qing for the Yun family’s future, generously shared his insights. With just a few simple words, he illuminated the path forward for Li Qing.

 

“So that’s the key! Haha! I understand now!” Li Qing exclaimed, his face alight with excitement. Years of frustration melted away in an instant.

 

“Senior, I, Li Qing, will never forget the guidance you’ve given me today. Your kindness is a debt I can never repay,” he said, bowing deeply in gratitude.

 

“There’s no need for thanks. Just remember this favor. If the Yun family faces trouble in the future, I hope Immortal Master Li will lend them a hand in secret,” the Daoist replied, waving dismissively as he smiled.

 

“Of course, Senior. I will remember your words,” Li Qing said earnestly.

 

“Now, I must return to the capital to report. When I have time, I will visit again to learn more,” Li Qing added.

 

“Go on,” the Daoist said, nodding as he returned to teaching Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian.

 

With another deep bow, Li Qing departed, accompanied by Lu Zizai and Chang Yuan.

 

At the Zhou Family Estate, Yuncang Mountain.

 

Zhou Zhe-sheng and his son Zhou Ao stormed back into the estate. Without wasting a moment, he ordered paper and ink to be prepared. He intended to write a letter to his brother in the capital, pleading for assistance.

 

“Clan Leader, you’re back!”

 

“Prepare pen and paper for me. I need to write a letter to my second brother in the capital!” Zhou Zhe-sheng commanded sternly.

 

“Clan Leader, there’s no need for that. A message has already arrived from the Second Master in the capital!”

 

“Oh?” Zhou Zhe-sheng’s expression shifted to one of surprise. “Where is it?”

 

“Here!” A Zhou clansman reached into his robe and pulled out a letter, handing it to Zhou Zhe-sheng.

 

Snatching the letter eagerly, Zhou Zhe-sheng tore it open and read it carefully. However, the contents were shockingly brief:

 

“Do not oppose the Yun family. Withdraw immediately!”

 

“Father, what did Second Uncle say? Is he coming to help us deal with the Yun family?” Zhou Ao asked repeatedly, eager to know.

 

But when he looked at his father, Zhou Zhe-sheng’s face twisted in fury. With a snarl, he crumpled the letter and threw it to the ground.

 

“Why? Why?! What kind of connections does the Yun family have? Even my brother, an official in the capital, warns me not to provoke them!

 

He clearly knows what’s happened here, yet he refuses to intervene. Instead, he urges me to retreat? Why should I comply?!”

 

Zhou Zhe-sheng’s outburst filled the room with tension. Zhou Ao fell silent, unwilling to speak further. The other Zhou clansmen also remained quiet, each lost in their thoughts.

 

It was becoming evident that the Yun family had a powerful backer—someone even Zhou Zhe-sheng’s influential brother dared not offend.

 

“The Yun family killed my son and harmed my people! I will not let this grudge go unanswered!

 

If your Second Uncle fears the Yun family’s supporters, then I do not!”

 

“Ao’er!”

 

“Yes, Father?”

 

“Have the men prepare. Tonight, we’ll raid the Yun family under cover of darkness!”

 

“Father, this is a crime punishable by law!” Zhou Ao said, alarmed.

 

“If we leave no traces, what can the authorities do to the Zhou family?” Zhou Zhe-sheng snapped, his judgment clouded by days of frustration and humiliation.

 

His only thought now was revenge—an unquenchable thirst for retribution.

 

Suddenly, a Zhou clansman came running into the hall in a panic.

 

“Clan Leader! Clan Leader! Soldiers! There are soldiers outside—many of them! Armed with blades and shields, wearing full armor. It’s terrifying!”

 

“What business do Yuncang County’s soldiers have at our estate?” Zhou Zhe-sheng growled, his brow furrowing deeply.

 

“Father, let’s go see what’s happening,” Zhou Ao suggested cautiously.

 

“Gather the clan. We’ll confront them together,” Zhou Zhe-sheng ordered decisively.

 

A large group of Zhou clansmen followed Zhou Zhe-sheng as he marched to the estate’s entrance, where they were met with a formidable sight: Constable Chang Yuan leading 1,000 armed Yuncang County soldiers.

 

“Constable Chang! To what do we owe this visit?” Zhou Zhe-sheng asked, his heart sinking. Still, he forced a respectful tone as he bowed toward Chang Yuan, who sat atop his warhorse.

 

“By the order of Lord Lu, we’re here to apprehend members of the Zhou family,” Chang Yuan announced coldly.

 

At his command, the soldiers surged forward, swiftly subduing and binding the Zhou clansmen, young and old alike.

 

“Constable Chang, why are you arresting us? What crime have we committed?” Zhou Zhe-sheng demanded, his voice tinged with desperation as he watched his people being restrained.

 

“Why?” Chang Yuan sneered. “You brought this upon yourself. It’s your own fault for provoking the Yun family.

 

Men, take Zhou Zhe-sheng!”

 

Chang Yuan’s command rang out, and two soldiers stepped forward, grabbing Zhou Zhe-sheng and binding his arms behind him.

 

“Yun family! Again, the Yun family! Chang Yuan, Lu Zizai—you’re both scoundrels!” Zhou Zhe-sheng roared, his frustration boiling over.

 

“You two were once my brother’s protégés! How could you betray the Zhou family like this?

 

What could the Yun family possibly offer to make you side with them against us?”

 

Realizing he had nothing to lose, Zhou Zhe-sheng let his fury spill out.

 

“Hmph! You’re an old fool, still clueless even now,” Chang Yuan said with a mocking laugh.

 

“Very well, I’ll be merciful and let you understand why your Zhou family is doomed.”