Chapter 221: Clouds and Rain

Looking at his brother ruthlessly dealing with the Su family elders and heirs, Sun Fenglin remained calm and did not intervene.

To him, evil needed to be dealt with by the wicked.

Repaying evil with virtue? That would only make enemies think you were weak and easy to bully, encouraging them to press harder.

“Feeling better now?”
Sun Fenglin walked over to his brother’s side, glancing at the skinned Su family elder at Sun Fengxuan’s feet with a faint smile.

“Better? Not even close. When I saw the scene in the dungeon—the state of Seventh Uncle and the others—I wished I could…”
Sun Fengxuan’s voice trembled with suppressed rage, his fists clenched tightly.

“Brother, what about the women and children of the Su family?”
Sun Fengxuan suddenly remembered the defenseless women, children, and elderly among the Su family.

“Those Su bastards had no bottom line. They acted worse than beasts. But do you want to stoop to their level?”
Sun Fenglin patted his brother on the shoulder, his voice calm yet firm.

Hearing this, Sun Fengxuan took a deep breath and nodded. “I understand.”

“Have Congyun take the rescued survivors with us when we leave. It’s time to rebuild the Blue Scaled Sun Clan. And as for other scattered members of our clan, send word to them. If they wish to return, they’re welcome. If not, we won’t force them.”

“I’ll take care of it.”
Sun Fengxuan nodded and strode off to relay the instructions.

As he left, Sun Fenglin turned toward the Su family gates, his gaze steady. “The main family should be arriving any moment now.”

Su Family Gates

Outside, a contingent of riders led by Yun Yunyu arrived, their banners bearing the emblem of the Yun clan from Yuncang County.

On horseback, Yun Yunyu reined in, signaling his soldiers to stop. With practiced ease, the group dismounted and entered the Su family estate.

The sight of bloodied bodies littering the courtyard did not faze them. It was as though they had seen worse.

“Uncle Yunyu,” Sun Fenglin greeted with a respectful bow as Yun Yunyu approached.

“No need for formalities. You and your brother have worked hard. Leave the cleanup to us,” Yun Yunyu said, patting Sun Fenglin on the shoulder.

“Understood.”
With a final bow, Sun Fenglin gathered his brother, nephew, and the twenty or so survivors of the Sun clan, escorting them out of the Su family estate.

Yun Yunyu and his troops moved toward the inner courtyard, systematically gathering the Su family’s accumulated wealth and resources for transport back to the Yun clan’s estate.

As for the remaining Su family women, children, and the elderly, Yun Yunyu did not order their deaths. Instead, they were allowed to leave.

Yun Family Manor, Yuncang County

“Smells amazing!”
Yun Yanshui exclaimed as he approached Yun Yandong’s home, catching the savory aroma of lotus root and pork rib stew wafting from the kitchen.

“Yanshui, come on in!”
Yun Yandong, just returning from tending the spirit fields, greeted him warmly, motioning him to sit.

Even Yun Yandong’s mother emerged from the house, smiling.

“Yanshui, your aunt’s looking better and better,” Yun Yanshui remarked with a grin.

“It’s thanks to the family’s spirit herbs these past years. They’ve done wonders for her health,” Yun Yandong replied.

“But you still need to take it easy, Auntie. Don’t overwork yourself.” Yun Yanshui’s expression turned serious.

“Don’t worry about me. I don’t do much these days. I help Light-Rong with some needlework and watch over the children. It’s nothing tiring.”

“Good to hear! You deserve to enjoy life, Auntie. Maybe Uncle Yunxun could take you on some trips to relax?”

“He’s cooped up in the medicine hall all day, poring over incomplete pill recipes. He has no time for outings.”

“Well, how about Yandong then?”

“Ah, no need. Staying in the manor, helping out with the family, and watching the kids feels much more fulfilling than traveling around.”

“You’re absolutely right, Auntie,” Yun Yanshui agreed.

“Mom!”
A voice came from the kitchen—Light-Rong’s.

“Yes, Light-Rong, what is it?”

“Could you grab the bowls and call Yandong to get Dad for lunch?”

“Got it!”
Yun Yandong’s mother nodded, placing the sleeping Yun Wenxin in Yun Yanshui’s arms before heading to the kitchen to help.

“Wow, big brother! Sneaking over to Yandong’s house for a feast and not inviting me!”
From the weapons shop, Yun Yanshuang had rushed over upon hearing from her mother that her brother was at Yandong’s home, her tone mock accusatory as she entered.

“Shuang’er, come on in and sit!”
Yun Yandong’s mother warmly greeted her as she entered the courtyard, clearly delighted to see her.

“Thanks, Auntie!”
Yun Yanshuang, ever lively, bounded into the courtyard and plopped herself down, taking the still-sleeping Yun Wenxin from her brother’s arms with a playful grin. She cooed softly at the baby, her eyes brimming with affection.

“Things settled with the Su family?”

“Indeed,” Yun Yanshuang replied with a firm nod. “Second Uncle has already led our people to gather what was left behind at the Su estate. They’ve returned with everything of value.”

“Good,” Yun Yandong remarked, visibly relieved.

“Oh, Shuang’er, just the person I needed to see,” came Yun Yundong’s father, Yun Yunxun, as he entered the courtyard.

“Uncle Yunxun, what’s the matter?”

“I’ve completed the work on that damaged alchemical formula you gave me. The pill in question is called the Qi Refinement Pill, a Grade Six Yellow Tier spiritual pill. It can aid cultivators at the ninth peak of the Embryonic Breath Stage to break through, and help consolidate their foundation once there.”

“That’s incredible!” Yun Yanshuang exclaimed, visibly excited.

“Since you and Yun Yantian are nearing the Qi Refinement stage, it would be wise to prepare to refine these pills soon,” Yun Yunxun advised, sitting on a stone bench and setting down the formula.

“But, Uncle, a Grade Six Yellow Tier spiritual pill would require at least dozens of ingredients, all of significant grade. Isn’t that an issue?” Yun Yanshuang furrowed her brows in concern.

“Correct,” Yun Yunxun admitted. “The recipe requires a total of forty-eight different types of herbs, all ranging from Grade Four to Grade Six. At present, our family doesn’t have the capacity to gather such high-grade ingredients. It’ll take time.”

“Didn’t the Emperor bestow high-grade spiritual seeds to Yantian during the Hundred Families Conference?” Yun Yanshui interjected.

“Yes, but cultivating these herbs will take one to two years at minimum, possibly longer for the higher grades,” Yun Yanshuang sighed.

“Is there no way to expedite the process?” Yun Yanshui asked.

“Theoretically, yes—using Grade Six Yellow Tier spiritual liquids could accelerate growth significantly. But we don’t have access to such high-grade liquids right now.”

Yun Yanshuang’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Actually, there’s another way!”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Through a special technique—Cloud Summoning Rain Technique! It’s mentioned in the high-level spiritual planting manual bestowed by the Emperor. This technique allows practitioners to summon rain infused with spiritual energy, which can dramatically accelerate the growth of spiritual herbs and plants.”

“Have you mastered it?”

“It’s not that easy! I’ll need time to study and practice. But once I’ve mastered it, our family’s cultivation capabilities will greatly improve,” Yun Yanshuang said with determination.

“Haha! Yantian and Shuang’er, save the serious talk for later. Let’s eat first!”
Yun Yandong entered the courtyard, carrying a large bowl of steaming lotus root and pork rib soup, its aroma spreading warmth through the crisp winter air.

In the ancestral grounds of the Wang clan, Wang Qinglin’s face was as dark as a stormcloud as he stared at the bodies of the four slain cultivators returned from the Su estate.

“No clues as to who was behind this?”

“None, but we suspect it’s likely someone from the Yun family,” Wang Zhongtian replied, his tone respectful yet grave.

“It must be! The Yun family must have other hidden cultivators. These deaths are too similar to how Li Jiao was taken out back then,” Wang Qinglin muttered, his expression deepening with concern.

“What are your next steps, Old Ancestor?” Wang Zhongtian ventured carefully.

“We’ll have to play the long game—probe carefully and determine exactly who the Yun family has in their ranks, especially that archer. It’s likely the same one who killed Yan’er.”

“Agreed, Old Ancestor.”

“And as for the Su family…”

“They’re finished,” Wang Qinglin said with finality. “There’s no point in propping them up further. Our family cannot afford to openly antagonize the Yun family—especially with that blind elder sitting in their ranks, not to mention their ties to the imperial family.”

“Does this mean we let it go?” Wang Zhongtian pressed.

“What choice do we have?” Wang Qinglin exhaled heavily, his gaze distant.

 

Chapter 222 Congratulations from all tribes

The day had finally arrived. The Yun Clan Manor was adorned with vibrant decorations, its halls filled with an air of joyous celebration.

At the banquet, Yun Yantian, dressed in a groom’s ceremonial attire, stood beside his wife, Baili Moxue, warmly toasting and exchanging pleasantries with the guests who had come to offer their congratulations.

“Brother Yantian, Sister-in-law, I wish you both a harmonious union and the blessing of a child soon!”

At the table, Yun Yanshui raised her cup with a bright smile, downing the strong wine in one go.

“Hehe! I also wish Brother Yantian and Sister-in-law endless happiness and a healthy, chubby son soon!”

Beside her, Yun Yanshuang added with a beaming grin.

The other younger members of the Yun family—Yun Yansong, Yun Yanbai, Yun Yandong, and Yun Yanying—also came forward, each extending their heartfelt congratulations. Even Yun Yanling and her husband, who had returned specially from their shop in the marketplace, joined in the revelry.

The children, such as Yun Wenxuan and Yun Wenyu, clustered together, their eyes sparkling with excitement as they gazed at their new aunt, their laughter filling the air.

Meanwhile, the elder generation, including Yun Yunyang, bestowed their heartfelt blessings upon the newlyweds.

“Brother Yunyang, the Emperor and Immortal Master Li have arrived!”

A member of the Yun Clan hurried in from the entrance, speaking in a low voice.

“Haha! Excellent, excellent! Let’s go meet them at once.”

Yun Yunyang laughed heartily, gathering his brothers and cousins before heading to the manor’s gates.

“Yunyang pays respects to His Majesty and Immortal Master Li.”

Upon seeing Baili Xi, clad in resplendent royal robes, alongside Li Qing, Yun Yunyang and his kin cupped their hands in a respectful bow.

“No need for such formalities! Today, I am not here as the Emperor but as a father, here to witness my daughter marry her beloved,” Baili Xi said with a gentle wave, his smile putting everyone at ease.

“Your Majesty, Immortal Master Li, please come inside,”

After a brief exchange, Yun Yunyang personally escorted Baili Xi and Li Qing into the manor, treating them as honored guests.

Yun Yantian and Baili Moxue quickly stepped forward to pay their respects, and both Baili Xi and Li Qing extended their blessings to the couple.

“Ah, drinking at your Yun family’s celebrations is always such a pleasure. I truly enjoy the lively atmosphere here!”

Baili Xi laughed heartily as he clinked cups with Yun Yunyang and the others, clearly in high spirits.

“If Your Majesty enjoys it, please visit us often! The Yun family will always offer you the warmest hospitality,”

Yun Yunyue, the groom’s uncle, replied with a hearty laugh as he offered Baili Xi another drink.

“Haha! Then I shall not hold back. When I find some free time, I’ll certainly come and drink to my heart’s content!”

Baili Xi’s laughter echoed through the hall.

As the guests were immersed in their drinking and chatter, an announcement rang out from outside the manor.

“The Ye Clan of Canglan has arrived to offer their congratulations. They present two third-grade yellow-tier spirit artifacts, wishing the Prince Consort and the Seventh Princess a harmonious union and many blessings!”

The unexpected announcement caused Yun Yunyang, Baili Xi, and the others to pause in surprise.

A moment later, a procession approached, led by Ye Wansheng, the current patriarch of the Ye Clan, accompanied by several elders and young members of the family.

“Your Majesty, please excuse me while I go and greet them,” Yun Yunyang said courteously.

“Of course, go ahead,” Baili Xi replied with a smile, lifting his cup for another sip. He understood the Ye Clan’s intentions—they sought to strengthen ties with the Yun family. It was a development he welcomed.

“Younger Yun Yunyang greets Patriarch Ye Wansheng.”

“There’s no need for such formality. I hope our sudden arrival hasn’t caused you any inconvenience,” Ye Wansheng said, returning the gesture with a smile.

“Patriarch Ye jests. Your presence here to celebrate my nephew and Moxue’s wedding brings great honor to the Yun family. How could we not welcome you warmly?” Yun Yunyang replied graciously before directing Yun Yunrui to escort the Ye Clan members inside.

Moments later, more voices called out from the gates:

“The Lin Clan of Wangyue has arrived to offer their congratulations. They present three treasured herbs and a thousand spirit stones, wishing the Prince Consort and the Seventh Princess a harmonious union and many blessings!”

“The Lu Clan of Chuanyin has arrived to offer their congratulations. They present a volume of Daoist techniques, wishing the Prince Consort and the Seventh Princess a harmonious union and many blessings!”

One after another, prominent clans began arriving at the manor, each bringing lavish gifts and congratulations.

“The Lou Clan of Rizhao, bearing fifty spirit pills and a thousand spirit stones, has come to offer their congratulations!”

“The Wu Clan of Ehu has come to offer their congratulations…”

“The Zhao Clan of Tonglin has come to offer their congratulations…”

“The Xu Clan of Kunshan has come to offer their congratulations…”

“The Wen Clan of Qishan has come to offer their congratulations…”

The continuous arrival of clan patriarchs and their entourages left the Yun family members astonished. Even the dignitaries and nobles from Yuncang County, who had come as guests, were shocked to witness these illustrious families of Yue Kingdom, one after another, paying their respects to the Yun family.

“The Yun Clan of Yuncang is truly remarkable now.”

“Indeed! Once a small family, they’ve steadily risen to prominence. Not only have they become royal in-laws, but even the great clans of Yue Kingdom are now seeking ties with them. Their influence is extraordinary.”

“It seems the Yun family’s future will be brighter still.”

In the banquet hall, the murmurs of astonishment and envy from the county’s elite mingled with the laughter and cheer.

“Greetings to His Majesty and Immortal Master Li!”

Ye Wansheng, Lin Chuqiu, Lu Yurong, and the other clan patriarchs led their families in saluting Baili Xi and Li Qing, their expressions filled with respect.

“There’s no need for excessive ceremony. Please, take your seats.”

“Today is a day of great joy for my son. I am truly heartened to see all of you gathered here to celebrate this occasion!”

In the presence of the Yun Clan members, Baili Xi referred to himself as “I” instead of “We,” a gesture that underscored his intent to establish a sense of equality and familial closeness with the Yun family. However, in front of the elders and descendants of the Ye Clan and other visiting families, he returned to the imperial “We,” subtly asserting his position as their superior.

Even though some of the attending families, such as the Ye Clan, shared ties with the royal family, their standing in Baili Xi’s heart was far from that of the Yuncang Yun Clan.

Nearby, Yun Yunyang, Yun Yunyue, Yun Yunfeng, and Yun Yunshan listened intently, their hearts moved by Baili Xi’s words.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Ye Wansheng and the elders and juniors of the various clans bowed deeply in unison before being led to their seats by members of the Yun family.

“Yulin Wang Clan has arrived to offer their congratulations, wishing the Prince Consort and Seventh Princess a harmonious union and many blessings!”

“The Wang Clan patriarch personally come?”

At the banquet, Yun Yanshuang raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Among the Three Houses and Six Clans, the Yulin Wang Clan had long harbored grievances against the Yuncang Yun Clan. Recently, the Yun family had even orchestrated the downfall of the Su family, a faction secretly supported by the Wang Clan. Yun Yanshuang had expected retaliation, not a gesture of goodwill.

“Although our Yun family and the Wang Clan have clashed in secret, we’ve maintained polite relations on the surface. With the other great families arriving to celebrate, the Wang Clan wouldn’t want to risk appearing indifferent,” Yun Yanshui said nonchalantly, shoveling food into his mouth without pause.

“True enough,” Yun Yanshuang nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging her brother’s reasoning.

“Patriarch Qinglin, Brother Chongtian, please, come inside,” Yun Yunyang said as he and his kin stepped forward to greet the Wang Clan’s delegation, led by Wang Qinglin himself.

“We hope our uninvited presence isn’t a disturbance,” Wang Qinglin said with a warm smile.

“Patriarch Qinglin jests. Your presence brings us great joy,” Yun Yunyang replied courteously, ushering the Wang Clan members into the banquet hall.

As the Wang Clan took their seats, they drew furtive, hostile glances from the likes of Ye Wansheng, Lin Chuqiu, and Lu Yurong. Yet, with Baili Xi present, none dared escalate the tension into open conflict.

“Wang Qinglin greets His Majesty and Immortal Master Li.”

“Wang Chongtian greets His Majesty and Immortal Master Li.”

“No need for formalities—please, take your seats,” Baili Xi said with a wave of his hand.

After a brief silence, Baili Xi addressed the room once more, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

“Not long ago, I was made aware of the tragic death of Wang Liyuan, the Wang Clan’s noble descendant with a spiritual root, in Tongshan County. It grieved me deeply.

“Patriarch Qinglin, members of the Wang Clan, I urge you to temper your sorrow and avoid further strife with other families. The unity of our kingdom must not be undermined by internal discord.”

Wang Qinglin bowed deeply. “We shall heed Your Majesty’s words and bear them in mind.”

He then led the Wang Clan members to their seats, but whether they truly took the Emperor’s counsel to heart remained an open question.

Raising his voice to the assembly, Baili Xi continued:

“Honored guests, I am delighted to welcome all of you here to celebrate this joyous union of my son and the Prince Consort.

“However, since all of you are gathered here today, there is an important announcement I wish to make.”

The banquet hall fell silent as all eyes turned to the Emperor.

“From this day forward, I officially decree the Yuncang Yun Clan as one of the new Ten Great Clans of Yue Kingdom, replacing the former Tongshan Xia Clan.

“I hope that all families present here will look after one another, work together for the prosperity of our kingdom, and assist the royal family in leading Yue Kingdom to even greater glory!”

His voice grew solemn, carrying the weight of his authority:

“Remember this well: when one prospers, all prosper. When one suffers, all suffer.

“If strife among the families of Yue Kingdom continues unchecked, it will only serve as a spectacle for the neighboring nations to mock us. Should our kingdom falter, it will invite invasion.

“At that time, there will be no country, no homes, and no safety for the people. And the families you lead will inevitably fall to foreign hands.

“I trust none of you would wish to see such a fate come to pass.”

The hall remained quiet, the Emperor’s words reverberating in the hearts of all present. The air was heavy with the unspoken agreement that the path forward lay in unity—or ruin.

 

Chapter 223 Suspension of War

“Our Canglan Ye Clan extends heartfelt congratulations to the Yun Clan on becoming one of the Ten Great Clans!”

At the banquet, Ye Wansheng rose to his feet, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and offered his blessing.

Following his lead, the patriarchs of the Wangyue Lin Clan, Chuanyin Lu Clan, and other notable families also stood to express their congratulations.

It was no secret among the gathered clans that Baili Xi intended to elevate the Yuncang Yun Clan. By now, none of them had the resources or influence to openly challenge the royal family led by Baili Xi. Refusing his proposal was simply not an option.

If the old patriarchs of their clans were still alive, they might have been able to oppose Baili Xi’s bold maneuvers. But as things stood, there was no one left to stop him.

“Thank you, everyone! And thank you, Your Majesty, for valuing the Yuncang Yun Clan so highly!”

At the head of the hall, Yun Yunyang rose and respectfully bowed to all present.

“On behalf of my entire clan, I pledge to work tirelessly to strengthen our family, to become a steadfast pillar for the royal family and the court, and to serve His Majesty with unwavering loyalty!”

His public declaration not only pleased Baili Xi but also clarified the Yun Clan’s position. Yun Yunyang’s words subtly urged the other clans to set aside their predatory ambitions and focus on mutual development, so they could work together to support the court and protect Yue Kingdom from external threats.

“Well said!”

Lu Yurong, the patriarch of the Lu Clan, was the first to applaud. Others quickly joined in, clapping in agreement.

Whether the other clans truly took Yun Yunyang’s words to heart was another matter entirely. His priority was ensuring his own family’s stability and growth, regardless of the undercurrents swirling around them.

“His Majesty speaks the truth. Our clans have fought each other for years, depleting our strength,”

spoke Wen Tianchong, the elder patriarch of the Qishan Wen Clan, his tone heavy with emotion.

“Today, as we gather to celebrate this joyous union, I feel compelled to share my thoughts. I sincerely hope we can put an end to these conflicts and focus on gradual, mutual development.

“In recent times, we’ve suffered great losses, and the threat of demonic forces within our borders has grown increasingly bold. Neighboring nations are also watching us closely. I’ve even heard reports that the Wu Kingdom recently sent troops to probe our borders.

“Our priority now should be to cease internal strife and unite against these external threats!”

On the surface, Wen Tianchong’s words reflected his concern for the kingdom’s welfare. But beneath his seemingly selfless rhetoric lay deeper motives.

Since the mysterious deaths of the patriarchs following the Grand Clan Assembly, the strength of the Three Houses and Seven Clans had been severely diminished. This was no time to continue infighting.

For the Qishan Wen Clan, the situation was particularly precarious following the downfall of the Tongshan Xia Clan. Wen Tianchong feared his own family might share a similar fate. By emphasizing the Wu Kingdom’s provocations, he aimed to shift the court’s and the other clans’ focus outward, redirecting their attention from internal disputes to a common external enemy.

Though his speech carried underlying self-interest, his words struck a chord. The assembled clans listened in silence, their gazes darting to one another, gauging reactions and waiting to see how the royal family would respond.

The clans understood that the royal family’s stance would dictate the next course of action. Would Baili Xi use this moment to consolidate power by undermining the clans further, or would he unite them in a common cause against the Wu Kingdom?

The room held its breath, awaiting the Emperor’s answer.

“Patriarch Wen, your words are indeed reasonable,” Baili Xi finally said, his tone calm yet authoritative.

“I, too, have learned of the Wu Kingdom’s transgressions. Taking advantage of our internal unrest, they’ve repeatedly violated our borders, massacring thousands in a small frontier town. Their provocations are intolerable.

“Now is not the time for infighting. I propose that we unite the strength of all clans to protect Yue Kingdom’s borders. What do you all think?”

He sipped his wine, his gaze sweeping over Ye Wansheng, Lin Chuqiu, Lu Yurong, and Wang Qinglin, the patriarchs of the gathered clans.

The clans had sought a definitive answer from the Emperor regarding his intentions. Would he continue to covertly undermine them, or would he truly aim to consolidate their strength in defense of the kingdom?

But just as much as they awaited his answer, Baili Xi sought theirs.

Internal conflict had eroded the kingdom’s fortunes. If the clans could be persuaded to set aside their rivalries and heed the court’s commands, Baili Xi would gladly pursue unity over division.

“If His Majesty has spoken, how could the Canglan Ye Clan refuse?”

Ye Wansheng was the first to speak, rising to make his stance clear.

“Our Canglan Ye Clan pledges to support the royal family and stand united against external threats!”

He had thought through his position carefully. At this time, it was unwise for his clan to continue opposing the royal family or engaging in conflicts with other clans. Pausing the infighting would only benefit the Ye Clan.

Moreover, the Wu Kingdom’s ambitions were no secret. They had long harbored designs to conquer Yue Kingdom. If Yue were to fall, the Ye Clan would inevitably face disaster, becoming prey to Wu’s expansion or the encroachment of other neighboring nations.

“I, too, pledge the Wangyue Lin Clan’s support to the royal family in the defense against foreign invaders,” said Lin Chuqiu, clasping his hands respectfully.

“The Chuanyin Lu Clan will heed the royal family’s call and join in resisting external threats!”

Following Ye Wansheng’s declaration, the other clan patriarchs also voiced their agreement.

Even Wang Qinglin, who had remained silent until now, eventually bowed his head in concession. After much consideration, he decided to align with the royal family’s directive. With the other clans showing their temporary loyalty, the Yulin Wang Clan could not risk going against the tide. Should Baili Xi return to the palace and view their resistance as rebellion, the Wang Clan might become the first target of his wrath.

“The Yuncang Yun Clan is honored to support the court and stand united in defending our nation!”

Yun Yunyang also made his declaration, his voice firm and resolute.

“Hahaha! Excellent, excellent! With your support, we will surely repel the Wu Kingdom’s invading forces and teach them a lesson they’ll never forget. Let them know Yue Kingdom is not to be trifled with!”

Hearing the collective pledges from the clans, Baili Xi laughed heartily, his mood lightened considerably.

The Grand Clan Assembly had cost the royal family dearly, but it had paved the way for this moment. Despite knowing that each clan still harbored private ambitions, their current cooperation was already a significant improvement over the past, when they brazenly disregarded the court’s authority.

“Come, come! Enough talk of national affairs. Today is a day of celebration for my son and the Prince Consort. Let us drink and feast without restraint—no one leaves until they’re drunk!”

Having solidified the Yun Clan’s position among the Ten Great Clans and temporarily unified the clans against external threats, Baili Xi was in an exceptionally good mood. He raised his cup in a toast and drained the mystical wine in a single gulp.

The atmosphere in the hall relaxed. Guests began to indulge themselves, eating and drinking heartily.

The younger generation of the Yun family, including Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang, took the opportunity to mingle with the younger members of the visiting clans. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they struck up conversations, some even forming the beginnings of friendships.

Yet deep down, everyone understood that this newfound harmony among the clans was but a fleeting illusion.

In a quiet corner of the hall, Wang Qinglin sat silently, sipping his wine. A young member of the Wang Clan approached him discreetly and whispered,

“Patriarch, I’ve quietly scouted the Yun Manor. There’s no sign of any unknown cultivators hiding within.”

The young man paused before continuing,

“All the Yun family members are gathered here, including their spirit root descendants. According to our investigation, there’s no sign of the powerful archer cultivator we suspected.”

Wang Qinglin nodded, his expression unreadable.

“I see. Now withdraw, and ensure no one from the Yun Clan notices your actions. We can’t afford to let them suspect that we’re probing them.”

“Yes, Patriarch. I’ll take my leave.”

Unbeknownst to them, Yun Yanshui, who was seated at the neighboring table and engrossed in his meal, had overheard their entire conversation. He didn’t react, simply continuing to eat and drink as though he hadn’t noticed a thing.

The Wang Clan wanted to investigate his family? It wouldn’t be that easy.

Grinning mischievously, Yun Yanshui grabbed a tender, glistening pork trotter and walked over to Wang Qinglin.

“Patriarch, would you like a pork trotter?” he asked, his voice cheerful, his face oily from his enthusiastic eating.

“No, thank you,” Wang Qinglin replied with a polite smile. He recognized the boy as a member of the Yun Clan—an ordinary mortal without spiritual roots. Still, since the boy was Yun Yanshuang’s elder brother, he chose to remain courteous.

“That’s a pity. These trotters are soft, flavorful, and absolutely delicious,” Yun Yanshui said, biting into the pork with gusto.

“Thank you for the offer, but as a cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm, I no longer need to partake in mortal food,” Wang Qinglin explained with a faint smile, finding the boy’s demeanor surprisingly endearing.

“Oh, so you’re a Qi Refinement cultivator! My little sister is a cultivator too, and she says people at your level are incredibly powerful! It’s amazing!”

Yun Yanshui’s eyes widened in feigned admiration before his expression turned wistful.

“Ah, if only I had spiritual roots. Then I could cultivate too. Watching my siblings grow stronger and protect our family makes me so envious…”

His shoulders slumped in mock disappointment. But in the next moment, he seemed to shake off the gloom and tore into the pork trotter with renewed vigor.

“Sometimes, being a cultivator isn’t as great as it seems. Living as an ordinary mortal can be a blessing in its own right,” Wang Qinglin said, stroking his beard with a gentle smile as he looked at the chatty young man before him.

“Wow, what you just said is so profound, Patriarch! I don’t think I understand it at all!”

“Haha! Perhaps one day, you’ll come to understand,” Wang Qinglin chuckled.

 

Chapter 224 Ten Years of Development

Year 356 of the Yue Calendar, Early Spring

The kingdom of Wu invaded Yue, ravaging twelve border cities, leaving a trail of fire and death. Over 360,000 soldiers and civilians were slaughtered, and more than 720,000 were forced to flee, becoming homeless refugees.

That same year, Yue’s army of 300,000 clashed with Wu’s forces at Lu Zhantai. The battle was fierce, with both sides suffering 100,000 casualties. Despite the heavy losses, Yue successfully reclaimed its twelve lost cities and stationed over 200,000 troops to guard the border. Even cultivators from both nations joined the fray, resulting in mutual fatalities at Lu Zhantai.

During this conflict, Xiao Lin of the Canglan Ye clan achieved enlightenment on the battlefield, breaking through the Qi Refinement Realm. In a single ferocious battle, he slew twenty itinerant cultivators at the eighth level of the Embryo Breath Stage, earning a fearsome reputation.

Lin Yifeng of the Wangyue Lin clan, a rising star only eighteen years old, ascended to the peak of the ninth level of the Embryo Breath Stage. He cut down six renowned figures of Wu, becoming a legend in Yue.

Lu Shangsheng of the Chuanyin Lu clan, a newly anointed prodigy, rivaled Lin Yifeng in fame. At Lu Zhantai, he defeated three powerful itinerant cultivators from Wu, his might reverberating across both nations.

Wang Lilong of the Yulin Wang clan took up the banner of his family’s younger generation. After a decade of relentless cultivation, he broke through to the Qi Refinement Realm, slaying Wu’s seventh prince in a fit of fury and cementing his name in glory.

Yue Kingdom, Imperial Capital, Imperial Garden

“These years have truly seen the rise of the younger generation from the ten great clans,” Bai Li Xi murmured, seated by the lakeside with a jade fishing rod in hand.

It had been a decade since the ten clans last gathered at the Yun Cang Yun clan to celebrate the union of his royal son and the prince consort. Under Bai Li Xi’s leadership, the royal court had maintained peace among the clans, temporarily halting their usual fierce rivalries.

Instead, over the past ten years, each clan had secretly focused on its growth. Their prodigies had achieved extraordinary progress, and together with the royal army, they had defended Yue against repeated invasions by Wu, slaying numerous celebrated cultivators and earning countless accolades.

“Indeed,” agreed Li Qing, standing nearby, his tone filled with admiration. “The growth of the younger generation—Ye Xiaolin of the Ye clan, Lin Yifeng of the Lin clan, Lu Shangsheng of the Lu clan, Wang Lilong of the Wang clan—has been nothing short of astonishing.”

Bai Li Xi chuckled. “I’m curious, though—what of the Yun clan?”

“The prince consort has already broken through to the Qi Refinement Realm,” Li Qing said with reverence. “He once slew a venerated Wu immortal at Lu Zhantai. Frost, too, has broken through to Qi Refinement, killing a Wu princess in battle. Moreover, several other prodigies from the Yun clan have shown exceptional promise.”

“Oh?” Bai Li Xi raised an eyebrow as the fishing float dipped slightly. He tugged the rod, pulling up a brilliantly colored dragon carp.

Li Qing quickly stepped forward to remove the hook and placed the dragon carp into a basket before continuing, “Firstly, Yun Wenxuan, the grandson of Yunyang and the son of Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan. At just eighteen, he has reached the pinnacle of the eighth level of the Embryo Breath Stage. He is a master of spear techniques, personally taught by the prince consort. Last year, he single handedly charged into enemy territory at Yue’s border, slaying a thousand foes and beheading their general, emerging unscathed.

“Secondly, Yun Wenyu and Yun Wenrun, twin granddaughters of Yun Yunlin and daughters of Yun Yanying. At seventeen, they have both reached the peak of the sixth level of the Embryo Breath Stage. Though weaker individually, together, they form an unstoppable duo. The elder sister wields a sword, while the younger wields a blade. Their combined might once defeated two itinerant cultivators at the peak of the sixth level from Wu.

“Thirdly, Yun Wenlong and Yun Wenfeng, the eleven-year-old twins of Yun Yansong. Both are at the fourth level of the Embryo Breath Stage.

“Fourthly, Yun Wenyuan, the only son of Yun Yanbai, has reached the peak of the third level of the Embryo Breath Stage at just ten.

“Lastly, Yun Wenxin, the daughter of Yun Yandong and granddaughter of Lord Lu of Yuncang County, has also reached the peak of the third level at age ten.”

Li Qing smiled warmly. “And then there is His Majesty’s grandson.”

“Ha! Wen Zhan, you say?” Bai Li Xi burst into hearty laughter at the mention of his grandson.

“Indeed. Wen Zhan’s spiritual root talent is second-grade, far surpassing all other prodigies of the Yun clan…”

Even the prince consort and Frost, despite their remarkable lineage, could not rival his talent in spiritual roots.

“Now, Wen Zhan’s cultivation is advancing at an incredible speed. Among the direct descendants of the main family, he is the youngest, yet his progress surpasses them all.”

“That boy… I haven’t seen him in years. He must be nearly nine by now, isn’t he?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“And his cultivation level?”

“He has already reached the pinnacle of the sixth level of the Embryo Breath Stage.”

“What a marvel!” Bai Li Xi exclaimed, his tone tinged with amazement. “Yan Tian truly produced an extraordinary qilin child!”

Hearing of his grandson’s prodigious achievements, Bai Li Xi could not help but marvel inwardly. He knew that Wen Zhan’s future accomplishments would undoubtedly be even greater.

“Hahaha! Indeed! The younger generation is surpassing the old in every way—it leaves this humble servant in awe!” Li Qing remarked with a warm chuckle.

“Enough talk! Come, let us sit in the pavilion. I’ll have the imperial kitchen prepare the dragon carp, and we can eat and drink to our hearts’ content,” Bai Li Xi declared, rising with a hearty laugh.

“Your Majesty’s command is my honor.”

Yuncang County, Yun Family Manor

“In total, our clan now numbers over 2,650 members. As for those with spiritual roots, there are currently thirty-eight.”

“In accordance with your instructions, Clan Brother Yunyang, I’ve had a new residential area constructed on the vacant land outside the manor to accommodate future clan members.”

“Moreover, over the past years, the Sun brothers, Fenglin and Fengli, have successfully revitalized the Blue Lin Sun clan under Sun Congyun as their head. The Sun clan now boasts ten members with spiritual roots, ranging in cultivation from the third to the sixth level of the Embryo Breath Stage. The most exceptional among them is Sun Congyun’s eldest son, who possesses a third-grade spiritual root.”

“Our newly established marketplace in Blue Lin County has begun operations under the management of Sun Congyun and his family, while the marketplace in Yuncang County continues to be overseen by the Sun brothers.”

“Finally, the clan’s financial records and the status of spiritual fields and plantations have been compiled into a detailed report, which I will present to you shortly.”

Within the ancestral hall, Yun Yunrui reported the state of the family’s affairs with precision.

“You’ve done well,” Yun Yunyang said with a faint smile. Over the years, the Yun clan had flourished, its strength growing steadily. The number of those with spiritual roots had risen from just Yun Yan Shuang and Yun Yan Tian to an impressive thirty-eight, a remarkable achievement.

He was confident that the Yun clan’s future would be even brighter.

“By the way, how is the construction of the martial training grounds progressing?” Yun Yunyang asked, recalling another critical matter. With the increasing number of spiritual-rooted descendants, there was a pressing need for additional training facilities.

“It’s nearly complete. As per your instructions, we’ve constructed ten training grounds along with a large cultivation chamber. The chamber contains over a hundred rooms, sufficient for the current needs of the family,” Yun Yunrui replied with a smile.

“Excellent. Remember, whether a descendant is of the main branch or a collateral branch, we must treat all equally. Resources allotted to the main branch must also be made available to those from collateral lines. Favoritism is a poison we cannot afford.”

Yun Yunyang’s expression turned solemn as he continued, “We must avoid the mistakes of the Tongshan Xia clan ten years ago. Their unequal distribution of resources sowed discord among their descendants, ultimately leading to internal strife and their downfall at the hands of other clans.”

“We will remember your words, Clan Brother Yunyang,” replied Yun Yunrui, Yun Yunxun, Yun Yunlin, and the other senior members of the clan, nodding in agreement.

The prosperity of the clan required unity—not just among the elders, but also among the younger generation. Only through solidarity could the clan achieve invincibility.

This principle had always been at the core of Yun Yunyang’s beliefs: every member, whether of the main branch or a collateral line, deserved equal rights and resources. No one was to be deemed more or less valuable. Any hint of hierarchy would breed dissatisfaction and jealousy, fracturing the clan from within.

Should discord arise, the family would inevitably crumble, succumbing to division and ruin.

Outside the Yun manor, under the sprawling canopy of a massive willow tree, a group of children from the Yun clan sat around an old blind Daoist. Among them was a boy with bright, intelligent eyes, gazing up at the elder with a look of longing.

“Master Xiazi, are you really leaving us?” the boy asked, his voice tinged with sadness.

This boy was none other than Yun Wenzhan, the son of Yun Yan Tian and the most gifted prodigy of the Yun Cang Yun clan. Though only nine years old, his talent was unparalleled among the clan’s spiritual-rooted descendants.

 

Chapter 225: The Heavenly Fairyland

“Yes,” the blind old Daoist said with a warm smile, tilting his head back for a hearty sip of spirit wine as he gently patted Yun Wenzhan’s small head.

“Can’t you stay? If you leave, Father and Aunt Shuang will be sad, and all the elders in the family will miss you too,” Yun Wenzhan said, his bright, round eyes fixed earnestly on the old Daoist. His childlike voice carried a sincere plea for him to stay.

“Yes, Blind Grandpa! Please don’t leave! Tell us more stories about the immortals in the mountains,” another child chimed earnestly. He was slightly older than Yun Wenzhan and was none other than Yun Wenyuan, Yun Yan Bai’s son.

“Blind Grandpa, my mother makes delicious meals! If you stay, I’ll bring you lots and lots of tasty food every day. Please don’t leave, okay?”

Little Yun Wenxin, dressed in a simple white dress, looked at the old Daoist with wide, hopeful eyes, her voice soft and sweet.

“Blind Grandpa, my father recently dug a pond and channeled the Purple Mist Spirit Spring from Yuncang Mountain into it. The pond is full of spirit fish now! If you stay, my sister and I can catch fish for you to eat!”

Yun Wenlong and his sister Yun Wenfeng, sitting obediently nearby, also joined the chorus, their voices filled with earnestness.

“Hahaha! You little ones are so thoughtful. You’ve warmed this old man’s heart—truly, you have,” the blind Daoist chuckled, his hand gently patting each child on the head.

“Since coming to your Yun family, I’ve watched your clan grow step by step to what it is today. I’ve seen you little ones grow, one by one, into strong and promising youths. It has brought me great joy.

“But,” he said with a sigh, “there are things I must do, and for that, I must leave.”

Hearing this, the children were disheartened, but the old Daoist’s kind and loving demeanor eased their sadness somewhat. He seemed like a wise and gentle grandfather cherishing his grandchildren.

“Blind Master, where are you going? Can’t you tell my father and Aunt Shuang? Maybe they can help you!” Yun Wenzhan asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“Haha! Little one, I’m off to do something earth-shattering—something beyond what your father and Aunt Shuang can handle for now,” the Daoist said with a laugh.

“But,” he added with a twinkle in his sightless eyes, “I see that you all have extraordinary potential. One day, you will surpass your elders. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll call on you little ones for help in the future!”

As the children giggled at his words, the Daoist continued to stroke their heads affectionately.

At that moment, the elders of the Yun family arrived.

Led by Yun Yunyang, they approached with solemn expressions. They, too, had heard of the blind Daoist’s impending departure and were reluctant to let him go.

After nearly twenty years of living among them, the Daoist was no longer just a benefactor but family—a mentor, protector, and elder whose presence was deeply cherished.

His teachings had been instrumental in Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang’s success. The Yun family’s ability to grow quietly without falling prey to the Yulin Wang Clan’s ambitions was also largely thanks to his guidance.

“Haha! I’m only leaving for a while; there’s no need for such a send-off,” the Daoist said with a laugh, shaking his head as he looked at the gathered crowd.

“May I ask where you’re heading this time, Master Daoist?” Yun Yunyang inquired respectfully, his tone filled with reverence.

“To Tianwai Heaven, the Sword Ruins Realm,” the Daoist replied, his voice suddenly turning serious.

“There are matters I must settle, debts that need reckoning. If all goes well, I shall return within twenty years. If not… do not think of me again.”

The Daoist’s words carried a weight that silenced everyone. He raised his head toward the azure sky, and though his eyes were clouded and blind, they seemed to gleam with piercing light that reached beyond the heavens.

Hearing this, the mood among the Yun family turned heavy.

They had long known that the Daoist had remained with them to heal. By all rights, he should have left years ago. But to protect their family and witness the growth of Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshuang, and the younger generation, he had stayed year after year—until nearly twenty years had passed.

“Master,”

A mature and graceful Yun Yanshuang stepped forward, her voice soft yet steady as she addressed the Daoist.

Yun Yantian followed, his expression heavy as he looked at his departing master, his heart filled with sorrow and gratitude.

“You two are my most cherished disciples. Though your innate talents may pale compared to the spirit-root prodigies of the sacred sects, I am immensely proud to have you as my students.

“I believe that one day, both of you will rise higher and go farther than anyone could imagine.

“Remember, the heights one can reach in cultivation are not determined solely by talent or natural gifts,” the blind Daoist said, his tone filled with both encouragement and warmth.

“We will remember your words, Master!”

Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian replied solemnly, their voices firm. Then, the siblings knelt before the Daoist, bowing three times with reverence.

“Master, we know little of your past, nor do we fully understand why you must journey to the Sword Ruins Realm.

“But we vow to train diligently, to grow stronger step by step, so that we may one day catch up to you and share your burdens.

“For years, you’ve guarded our family from the shadows, guiding us and protecting us as we grew. Now, it’s time for us to take on that responsibility and protect you in return!”

Yun Yantian straightened, his eyes resolute as he gazed at his master.

“Master, I share the same resolve,” Yun Yanshuang added, her voice unwavering.

“We ask only that you take care of yourself in the Sword Ruins Realm and wait for us!”

“Hahaha! Very well! I will remember your words,” the Daoist said, his laughter rich and hearty. Yet, unbeknownst to most, his clouded eyes glistened faintly with unshed tears.

“Master Daoist, safe travels!”

Seeing the heartfelt goodbyes exchanged between the Daoist and his disciples, the rest of the Yun family, led by Yun Yunyang, bowed deeply to bid him farewell.

“Farewell, everyone!”

“I hope that when we meet again, your Yun family will have become a mighty celestial clan, renowned across the immortal realms!”

The Daoist rose slowly, his expression serious as he returned their bows.

As his final words fell, his figure faded like a shadow into the mist.

Outside Yuncang County, atop a mountain peak.

Yu Chunqiu stood waiting, his posture calm yet respectful.

When he spotted a streak of light speeding through the sky toward him, he immediately clasped his hands in greeting.

“Junior Yu Chunqiu greets the revered Daoist Master!”

“Hahaha! Yu, my young friend, what brings you here?”

Descending from the sky, the Daoist chuckled as he looked at the waiting figure with curiosity.

“I’ve been waiting here to request the honor of traveling alongside you,” Yu Chunqiu explained earnestly.

“Oh? Do you know where I’m headed?”

“To Heaven, the Sword Ruins Realm,” Yu Chunqiu replied confidently.

“It seems you’ve learned quite a bit,” the Daoist remarked, his tone tinged with amusement.

“I’ve heard some rumors,” Yu admitted with a modest bow.

“Your cultivation level is not high enough to survive in the Sword Ruins Realm. There will be grave dangers.”

“With you by my side, I doubt I’ll encounter any trouble I can’t face,” Yu Chunqiu said with a grin.

“You little rascal…” The Daoist shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Well, if you’re so determined, then come along. You can keep me company on the journey.

“Have you bid farewell to the Yun family?”

“I’ve already said my goodbyes to Yun Yunrui,” Yu Chunqiu replied.

“Good. Then let’s set off together!”

The Daoist laughed heartily before turning his gaze to the heavens. With a wave of his sleeve, an immense power surged skyward.

The skies churned as clouds parted, revealing a massive, ancient bronze gate high above. Its presence exuded an aura of age and solemnity, as if it had stood since the dawn of time.

Beams of divine light cascaded from the gate, illuminating all of Yue Kingdom.

The Daoist raised his voice, his words carrying a majestic resonance:

“I, Wu Sheng, hereby open the Heavenly Gate to ascend to the fairyland Tianwai Heaven, enter the Immortal Realm, and step into the Sword Ruins Realm.”

The towering bronze gate slowly creaked open, releasing a radiant beam of light that descended upon the mountaintop, enveloping the Daoist and Yu Chunqiu in its brilliance.

The light carried them upward, drawing them into the ancient gateway.

As their figures vanished into the gate, the divine radiance receded, and the bronze gate itself dissolved into the sky, leaving no trace behind.

That day, Yue Kingdom trembled.

The appearance of the bronze gate and the cascading divine light left cultivators and rogue immortals across the kingdom in shock and awe.

To those who witnessed it, the spectacle was akin to a divine miracle, a vision etched into their memories for eternity.

 

Chapter 226 Human Nature

“Has the blind Daoist left?”

Sitting in the courtyard, Yun Yanshui noticed his sister’s sorrowful expression as she confirmed the news.

“Yes, Master has gone to the Sword Ruins Realm,” Yun Yanshuang replied softly.

“The Sword Ruins Realm? What kind of place is that?” Yun Yanshui asked, his curiosity piqued.

“I don’t know. It must be a place of immense danger and mystery. I hope that one day, I can reach Master’s level and follow him to the Sword Ruins Realm,” Yun Yanshuang said, her voice tinged with both determination and doubt.

“But… I don’t know if I have the ability to walk the same path as him.”

As she spoke, her expression grew heavier with worry. Deep in her heart, she feared that this farewell might be their last.

Though her master had promised to return within twenty years, she knew well that he bore great secrets and karmic ties. Whether he could truly fulfill his promise and return to Yun Manor was an uncertainty she could not ignore.

“Didn’t the blind Daoist already tell you? Talent and natural aptitude don’t determine everything!” Yun Yanshui said, his tone encouraging.

“As long as you work hard, little sister, I believe you can reach the same heights as the blind Daoist. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll have the chance to reunite with him someday.”

“I hope so,” Yun Yanshuang murmured.

“For now, though, the Daoist is gone. It’s up to us to protect the family. Don’t let your sadness cloud your heart and slow your cultivation,” Yun Yanshui added, his voice firm yet caring.

“You’re right, big brother. I’ll do my best,” Yun Yanshuang replied, a faint smile breaking through her somber expression. Her brother’s words had eased some of the weight on her heart.

Yun Clan Ancestral Hall.

“Now that the Daoist has left, the responsibility of protecting the family falls entirely on us,” Yun Yunyang said, his voice heavy with resolve.

“Fortunately, Yanshuang and Yantian are capable of carrying the mantle. Additionally, with His Majesty’s royal court as our backing and the younger generation steadily rising, we have enough strength to defend what we’ve built so far.

“Otherwise, the Yulin Wang Clan would undoubtedly use the Daoist’s departure as an opportunity to act against us in secret.”

The blind Daoist’s absence weighed heavily on the hearts of Yun Yunyang and the other elders.

“For now, let’s set aside such concerns. From this day forward, we must prioritize nurturing the younger generation of spirit-root cultivators.

“We need them to grow quickly so they can take on the heavy responsibilities of the family.

“We, the older generation, grow weaker with each passing year. It’s time for us to start delegating our duties to the younger ones,” Yun Yunyang said with a sigh, his gaze sweeping across the gathered elders.

“Brother Yunyang!”

As Yun Yunyang spoke, a Yun family member hurriedly entered the hall, his expression urgent.

“What is it?” Yun Yunyang asked.

“Third Master has passed away.”

“When did this happen?”

“He was found at home today. He passed peacefully in his sleep, but his only regret was leaving Fourth Master and our family behind.”

“I see,” Yun Yunyang said, his tone somber.

Yun Liguan, now over a hundred years old, had passed away without illness or pain. It was a peaceful death, almost a blessing.

The elders of the Yun family were slowly passing on, even as the younger generation grew strong.

With every rising generation, another would fade.

For this reason, Yun Yunyang was not overcome with grief. Perhaps it was his age, but he had come to terms with the inevitability of life and death.

Unlike cultivators, mortals experienced the full spectrum of birth, aging, illness, and death. Returning to the cycle of reincarnation was a natural part of existence.

One day, Yun Yunyang himself would face the end of his life.

So, too, would the other elders gathered in the ancestral hall.

But as long as the family endured, as long as their descendants thrived, what did it matter if the older generation passed on?

For Yun Yunyang, the continued prosperity of the Yun family was his greatest comfort.

“Does Brother Yunxun know of this?” Yun Yunyang asked after a moment of silence, turning to the family member who had brought the news.

“He knows. Brother Yunxun is currently busy arranging the funeral for Third Master,” the Yun family member replied.

“I’ve already informed the rest of the family. They’re on their way to pay their respects and send him off for the last time.”

“Very well. Let’s go to Third Uncle’s house,” Yun Yunyang said with a nod, rising to his feet. He then led Yun Yunrui, Yun Yunlin, and several other family elders to Yun Liguan’s home.

The sky was overcast, and a light rain began to fall.

Outside Yun Liguan’s home, white mourning cloths adorned the entrance. Members of the Yun family gathered one after another, offering condolences and preparing to bid the old man a final farewell.

Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyue, brothers who had both once served in the military, sat silently on the doorstep.

One of them puffed on a dry tobacco pipe, while the other gazed at the somber sky, lost in thought.

Their Third Uncle had been the one to arrange their entry into the military, giving them the chance to fight on the battlefield and hone their skills. Now, his peaceful passing left both men deeply pained.

“Third Uncle is gone, and Fourth Uncle’s time is running out too. Many of the uncles and elders in the family are growing old and frail,” Yun Yunyue said with a bitter smile, his gaze dropping.

“I used to think I’d become desensitized to death after seeing so much of it on the battlefield. But losing loved ones at home… it’s a different kind of pain altogether.”

“Let it go, Brother,” Yun Yunshan said, exhaling a cloud of smoke and placing a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Life and death are part of the natural order. One day, our generation will grow old and pass on too. What matters is that we cherish the time we have now, strengthen the family, and ensure our descendants carry on the Yun legacy.”

“You’re right,” Yun Yunyue said with a faint laugh. “To think, I needed my younger brother to set me straight.”

“Third Uncle’s burial is coming up. We should get ready to help out,” Yun Yunshan said, knocking the ash from his pipe as he stood.

The clouds thickened, and the rain grew heavier.

Outside Yun Manor, a figure cloaked in a straw raincoat rode swiftly on horseback, stopping at the gate in a hurry.

The rider dismounted and addressed the guards stationed there. “Where is Brother Yunyang?”

“Third Master has passed away. Brother Yunyang is arranging the funeral,” one of the guards replied.

“Take me to him immediately. There’s trouble in Lanlin County!” the rider said urgently.

“What happened?”

“The marketplace in Lanlin County is plagued by malevolent spirits. Three of the Sun family’s spirit-root cultivators have died!”

The rider’s tone was grim as he continued, “The Sun family has been unable to uncover any clues and sent word to us for help. I was asked to notify Brother Yunyang.”

At Yun Liguan’s residence.

“Malevolent spirits?” Yun Yunyang’s brows furrowed as he listened to the report.

All eyes in the room turned toward the rain-drenched messenger.

“Yes,” the messenger confirmed. “The Sun brothers have already gone to investigate, but the deaths of three spirit-root cultivators were highly suspicious.

“The Sun family is desperate and has asked for our assistance. If this hidden threat isn’t eliminated, it could disrupt the operation of our family’s marketplace in Lanlin County.”

“I’ll go to Lanlin County and assess the situation,” Yun Yantian volunteered, stepping forward.

“Very well. You’ll handle this matter. To ensure your safety, take Wenxuan with you,” Yun Yunyang replied with a nod.

With permission granted, Yun Yantian and Yun Wenxuan left the residence and vanished into the pouring rain like phantoms.

Among the crowd, Yun Yanshui, clad in mourning clothes and a white headscarf, glanced in the direction his elder brother and nephew had gone. An unshakable sense of unease gripped his heart.

“Big Brother, what are you looking at?” Yun Yanshuang asked, noticing her brother’s distant gaze.

“I’m worried about Brother Yantian and Wenxuan,” Yun Yanshui replied, his voice heavy with concern.

“Don’t be. Brother Yantian’s cultivation is at the peak of the third stage of the Qi Refinement Realm. Paired with his mastery of the Hundred Battle Spear Technique, he’s capable of defeating even those at the peak of the fourth stage.

“There are few in Yue Kingdom who can match him.

“As for Wenxuan, he’s at the peak of the eighth stage of the Embryo Breath Realm. Over the years, he’s trained extensively under Brother Yantian and has inherited his spear techniques.

“With the two of them working together, what malevolent spirit could harm them?

“Besides, the Sun brothers are already in Lanlin County. With the Sun family’s support, there shouldn’t be any major issues,” Yun Yanshuang reassured him.

“I hope so,” Yun Yanshui muttered, his tone subdued. He returned to his task of burning paper money for their late Third Uncle, crouching by the fire.

The flames illuminated his face, casting a warm yet somber glow.

Outside, the rain continued to pour, drenching the world in a torrential downpour.

 

Chapter 227 Deliberate

The sky was oppressively dark.
Rain poured down in torrents, drenching the entire Lanlin County in a relentless deluge.

On a distant mountain peak, a middle-aged man clad in luxurious robes stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silently overlooking the rain-shrouded county below.

The downpour hammered against him, but the water was effortlessly repelled by an invisible barrier of Qi that encased his body.

“As planned, the three spirit-root cultivators of the Sun family have been dealt with. The Yun family has already sent their people,” the robed man said, his voice calm and measured.

Behind him, six figures in black robes emerged from the shadows. They were young cultivators, likely in their twenties, with cultivation levels ranging from the third to the fifth stage of the Embryo Breath Realm.

“Who did the Yun family send this time?” the robed man asked.

“Yun Yantian and Yun Wenxuan,” replied the leader of the black-robed figures as he stepped forward. His cold, crimson-tinged eyes stared intently at the rain-drenched county below.

“Well done,” the robed man said with a faint smile.

“We’re simply seeking vengeance,” the black-robed youth responded indifferently.

“If it weren’t for your guidance and the cultivation techniques you taught us, my siblings and I wouldn’t have been able to kill the three spirit-root cultivators of the Sun family.

“Now that Yun Yantian and Yun Wenxuan have arrived, killing them will bring us halfway to avenging our clan.”

The young man’s voice was laced with cold detachment. His name was Su Shengyu, one of the few survivors of the Su Clan massacre ten years ago.

He still vividly remembered the day when the Sun brothers and Yun Yunyue led the charge against his family, slaughtering his kin and seizing the Su Clan’s accumulated resources. The hatred from that day had taken root deep within his heart.

After fleeing Lanlin County with his siblings, they had been fortunate enough to encounter the mysterious “immortal master” before them. Under his tutelage, they had learned powerful techniques and honed their skills, enabling them to assassinate the Sun family’s spirit-root cultivators and begin exacting their revenge.

“The Yun family’s Yun Yantian will not be easy to deal with. You and your siblings should remain in hiding. Leave everything to me,” the robed man said with a faint smile.

“As you command, Master,” Su Shengyu replied, bowing deeply before retreating into the rain with his siblings, vanishing from sight.

Lanlin County, Yun Family Marketplace.

Inside a main hall, the sound of sorrowful weeping filled the air.

Three bodies lay on stretchers, their faces pale and tinged with blue. They were the Sun family’s spirit-root cultivators, now cold and lifeless.

Their grieving family members clung to their corpses, wailing uncontrollably.

At the head of the hall, Sun Fenglin and his younger brother Sun Fengxuan sat with heavy expressions, their gazes fixed on the mournful scene.

Beside them, Sun Congyun and his eldest son, Sun Liwei, stood silently, their presence a solemn gesture of support.

“Patriarch, the main family’s representatives have arrived!”

A Sun family member, clad in a rain cloak and straw hat, hurried into the hall, his tone respectful as he addressed Sun Fenglin.

This particular Sun family member had once fled with his wife after the collapse of their clan. When Sun Fenglin had rescued many scattered Sun family members from the Su Clan, he had brought them back together, reuniting the family under his leadership.

The tragedy had taught the Sun family a harsh lesson—only through unity and strength could they avoid oppression and humiliation.

“Let’s go greet them,” Sun Fenglin said, rising to his feet. He quickly led his brother Sun Fengxuan, nephew Sun Congyun, and great-nephew Sun Liwei to the entrance of the hall.

As soon as they stepped outside, Sun Fenglin spotted Yun Yantian and Yun Wenxuan approaching through the rain. Bowing deeply, he greeted them with utmost respect:

“Your subordinate Sun Fenglin greets Young Master Yun and Young Master Wenxuan.”

“No need for formalities. Take us to see the bodies of your three spirit-root cultivators,” Yun Yantian instructed, his tone direct.

Sun Fenglin nodded and led the two into the hall, where the lifeless bodies of the three Sun family cultivators were laid out.

“We’ve conducted an investigation and found no external or internal injuries—no wounds or marks of any kind.

“We suspect that a malevolent spirit has infiltrated the marketplace and killed them. However, we’ve been unable to determine what kind of entity it is or uncover any clues.

“Left with no other choice, we had to seek assistance from the main family,” Sun Fenglin explained, his voice heavy with frustration and grief.

While Yun Yantian and Yun Wenxuan crouched beside the corpses, carefully inspecting the bodies of the three Sun family spirit-root cultivators, Sun Fenglin stood to the side, recounting the events in full detail.

“In the marketplace, were only these three Sun family spirit-root cultivators killed?” Yun Yantian asked after completing his examination.

“Yes,” Sun Fenglin replied.

“I suspect this is more than just the work of a malevolent spirit,” Yun Yantian remarked.

“Oh? What makes you say that, Young Master?” Sun Fenglin asked, his expression shifting as he caught the implication in Yun Yantian’s words.

“If it were merely a malevolent spirit wreaking havoc, it wouldn’t have targeted only your Sun family members. A marketplace like this sees many rogue cultivators coming and going daily. A true spirit attack would have left casualties among them as well,” Yun Yantian explained as he stood.

At his words, Sun Fenglin and the others froze, their expressions darkening. Sun Fenglin was the first to speak. “Are you saying this was deliberate? That someone specifically targeted my Sun family?”

“Exactly,” Yun Yantian confirmed. “The fact that only your three spirit-root cultivators were killed points to a calculated act of vengeance, not random chaos.

“Think carefully—has your Sun family offended anyone over the past decade?”

Sun Fenglin frowned deeply, lost in thought. “My brother and I have been focused on rebuilding the family these past ten years, gathering our scattered relatives and developing in silence. We’ve avoided provoking others…”

“Brother, do you remember the Su family from ten years ago?” Sun Fengxuan interjected suddenly.

“What are you implying, Fengxuan?” Sun Fenglin asked, his tone uncertain.

“Ten years ago, we annihilated the Su family. But some of their children survived. I’m thinking…” Sun Fengxuan trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

“It seems your Sun family should investigate the surviving Su family descendants,” Yun Yantian said, nodding as he absorbed the theory.

“It’s been ten years. Those surviving children would now be in their twenties. If someone has been guiding them in cultivation, teaching them techniques, it’s entirely possible they’ve returned for revenge.”

Sun Fengxuan’s theory clearly resonated with Yun Yantian, and after a moment of contemplation, he spoke to Sun Fenglin.

“Do some digging. If your family’s past actions have come back to haunt you, this won’t be the last attack.”

“I understand,” Sun Fenglin said with a solemn nod. After hearing the analysis, he too began to suspect that the Su family’s remnants were responsible for this tragedy.

“We should have eradicated the Su family completely back then!” Sun Fengxuan growled, his voice tinged with bitterness.

“Had we done so, we wouldn’t have lost three spirit-root cultivators now! We let our mercy come back to bite us!”

Staring at the grieving families of the deceased, Sun Fengxuan clenched his fists tightly, his weathered face twisted with anger and regret.

“We can’t jump to conclusions just yet,” Sun Fenglin said, sighing as he tried to calm his brother. Despite his outward caution, his heart was already leaning toward believing the Su family’s involvement.

“Now that you have a direction for your investigation, there’s no reason for us to stay. We’ll leave the rest to you.

“If you need further assistance, send word to the Yun family,” Yun Yantian said, preparing to depart. His uncle’s funeral was still ongoing, and he and his nephew needed to return as soon as possible.

“Thank you, Young Master Yun, and Young Master Wenxuan, for your efforts,” Sun Fenglin said, bowing deeply.

“Farewell,” Yun Yantian replied, cupping his hands before leaving the hall with Yun Wenxuan.

Braving the downpour, the uncle and nephew duo walked along the rain-slicked stone streets of the Yun family marketplace. As they neared the gate, a middle-aged man in a resplendent robe stood boldly in their path, blocking their way.

“Who are you?” Yun Yantian asked, stopping in his tracks. He fixed his gaze on the man, his instincts immediately warning him of danger.

The man’s presence exuded an oppressive aura, and his expression carried a faint smirk of arrogance.

Yun Yantian’s hand subtly moved toward the spear on his back, his posture tense as he prepared for a confrontation.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Yun Wenxuan mirroring his stance, ready to draw his weapon at a moment’s notice.

The rain continued to pour, its rhythmic drumming blending with the charged silence between the two parties.

 

Chapter 228 Just to Kill You

In the rain-soaked streets, three figures stood facing each other.

The scene was eerily quiet, save for the heavy raindrops pounding against rooftops and the stone-paved ground.

Yun Yantian fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man in luxurious robes blocking their path, while Yun Wenxuan stood beside him, his hand flipping to summon a meticulously crafted spear, a weapon of the fifth grade in the Yellow Tier.

“I’ve come for no other reason than to kill you,” the robed man said with a faint smile, his hands clasped behind his back. His tone was calm, almost casual, but the menace in his words was unmistakable.

Clang!

A sharp resonance cut through the rain.

Without hesitation, Yun Wenxuan activated his Qi, and his spear roared to life like an enraged dragon, tearing through the rain with a devastating momentum. The spear carried the force of a raging storm as it lunged toward the robed man.

Ding!

The robed man raised a single finger, meeting the spear’s overwhelming power with effortless precision. A crisp sound rang out as he dissipated the attack in an instant.

The residual energy from the shattered spear strike scattered the rain around them, shattering the stone pavement beneath their feet and leaving a crater nearly ten meters wide.

“Hundred Battle Spear Technique – Piercing the Army Formation!”

Yun Wenxuan growled, his spear poised to strike again. This time, he prepared to unleash the technique taught to him by his uncle, Yun Yantian.

“Wenxuan!”

Before he could execute the move, Yun Yantian placed a firm hand on his nephew’s shoulder.

“Uncle Yantian?” Yun Wenxuan turned to his uncle, confusion and frustration evident in his eyes.

“You cannot defeat him. His cultivation is on par with mine, if not stronger. If you attack again, you will die,” Yun Yantian said gravely.

Hearing this, Yun Wenxuan fell silent.

The brief exchange earlier had already revealed the robed man’s terrifying strength. Reluctantly, he lowered his spear and stepped back.

With his nephew safely restrained, Yun Yantian gripped his own spear, the Cloud-Patterned Spear, and dashed forward in a blur.

The spear’s energy surged, infused with the dual forces of Yin and Yang: the Sun Essence Wheel and the Rising Moon. These two forces intertwined, creating a destructive spear aura so potent that the surrounding air visibly distorted.

The robed man’s expression turned serious. No longer underestimating his opponent, he leapt back, swiftly forming hand seals.

With a surge of spiritual power, he summoned the technique Lake Water Shield, drawing rainwater from the downpour to form a massive water sphere several meters in diameter that hovered before him.

Yun Yantian’s spear struck the water sphere, but instead of shattering it outright, the attack was absorbed and diffused, as if striking soft, impenetrable cotton.

“Piercing the Army Formation!”

Without hesitation, Yun Yantian channeled more energy into his spear. The forces of Yin and Yang intensified, and his spear aura erupted with ferocious might.

The water sphere crumbled under the assault, shattering into countless droplets that sprayed outward like a deadly barrage. The sheer force of the exploding water droplets tore through the surrounding buildings, demolishing doors, windows, and entire structures.

The robed man staggered backward, his body shaken and his Qi turbulent.

His gaze darkened as he stared at Yun Yantian. “Impressive! As expected of the Prince Consort, who once slew a Wu Kingdom court enchanter at Lu Zhan Terrace. Your spear technique is both fierce and domineering.”

Yun Yantian said nothing. Using the opportunity, he pressed the attack, his spear unleashing an even more fearsome strike.

“Rise!”

The robed man shouted, his tone no longer casual. With a wave of his hand, the rainwater on the ground surged upward, forming a towering water wall that intercepted Yun Yantian’s spear.

At the same time, the man burned two Puppet Talismans, summoning two ghostly figures shaped like ferocious, snarling ghouls. They lunged at Yun Yantian from either side.

“Tricks of the weak!”

With a cold snort, Yun Yantian’s spear tore through the water wall, shattering it into mist. The same strike annihilated the two ghostly figures, dispersing them into the rain.

But as he destroyed the ghouls and the water wall, the robed man seized the opening.

From his sleeve shot a glinting shard of cold light, swift and venomous as a serpent, aimed directly at Yun Yantian’s throat.

The shard carried a hint of sword intent, its energy sharp and lethal.

Clang!

Reacting instantly, Yun Yantian raised his Cloud-Patterned Spear just in time to block the strike. The shard’s immense force nearly pierced the spear’s shaft, and the impact sent shockwaves through Yun Yantian’s body. His hands trembled as the recoil numbed his arms, forcing him to slide back several meters across the wet ground before finally regaining his balance.

“Yulin Sleeve Sword?! You’re from the Wang family?” Yun Yantian exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and suspicion.

“No… that’s not right! There’s no one like you in the Wang family. And none of their spirit-root cultivators have mastered sword intent!”

Steadying himself, Yun Yantian scrutinized the robed man, his confusion deepening as he tried to discern the stranger’s identity.

In the rain-soaked streets, the tension thickened as Yun Yantian became increasingly curious about the origins of the robed swordsman before him.

“Uncle Yantian!”

Yun Wenxuan hurried to his uncle’s side, worry evident on his face as he helped steady him.

“Don’t mind me. Leave now,” Yun Yantian said, his voice strained.

“But…” Yun Wenxuan hesitated, unwilling to abandon him.

“No need to leave. Killing the three Sun family spirit-root cultivators was just a ploy to lure your Yun family here,” the robed swordsman interrupted with a chilling smile.

With a flick of his wrist, a streak of sword energy charged with pure intent ripped through the rain and shot toward Yun Wenxuan.

The strike was impossibly fast—too fast for Yun Wenxuan to react.

Before he could comprehend the danger, a towering figure appeared in front of him. It was Yun Yantian.

“Go now!” Yun Yantian commanded, his voice filled with urgency. “This man is a sword cultivator. He has mastered sword intent, and his cultivation is on par with mine. I can’t hold him off for long!”

Yun Yantian’s Cloud-Patterned Spear had been severed in two by the earlier sword energy, the remnants of which slashed across his chest. His robe was torn, exposing a deep, jagged wound. Flesh was mangled, and blood poured from the gruesome gash.

The residual force of the sword energy had also ravaged his internal organs. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth as his body trembled from the pain.

“Uncle Yantian, hang on! I’ll fetch Sun Fenglin and the others for help!” Yun Wenxuan gritted his teeth, shouted his promise, and darted away into the rain.

As he ran, he activated a messaging talisman, sending an urgent plea for assistance to his Aunt Shuang, who was back at the Yun family estate overseeing their Third Grandfather’s funeral.

A sword cultivator.

A practitioner who had mastered sword intent. Among his family, only Yun Yanshuang was skilled enough to face such an opponent.

“Going to call for help? It doesn’t matter,” the robed swordsman sneered.

“Before Yun Yanshuang gets here, you, Yun Yantian, will already be dead!”

Ignoring Yun Wenxuan’s retreat, the swordsman refocused on his opponent.

“Think you can kill me that easily?!” Yun Yantian roared, forcing himself to endure the agony ripping through his body. Clutching the remnants of his spear, he charged at the robed swordsman once more.

He had to hold on—just long enough for reinforcements to arrive.

If he and his sister could join forces, they might capture this man and uncover his identity and motives.

“I admit your spear techniques are impressive,” the swordsman remarked, sidestepping the attack with ease. “But after all these years, you still haven’t comprehended spear intent.

“If you had, I might not have the confidence to face you.”

Now heavily injured, Yun Yantian’s movements lacked the precision and power of his prime. Executing techniques from the Hundred Battle Spear Technique became increasingly difficult.

Shh!

The robed swordsman’s soft sword arced through the air in a deadly motion, slicing cleanly through Yun Yantian’s arm.

Blood sprayed across the street as his severed limb fell to the ground.

The pain caused Yun Yantian to falter, leaving an opening.

Seizing the moment, the swordsman’s soft sword glinted like a serpent striking its prey, piercing Yun Yantian’s throat with chilling precision.

Splurt!

Blood gushed as Yun Yantian staggered backward, clutching his neck in a futile attempt to stem the flow.

His vision blurred as he collapsed onto the rain-slicked cobblestone street, the downpour soaking his clothes and hair, washing his blood into the rivulets forming on the ground.

Above, the rain poured relentlessly from the heavens, a deafening symphony of nature’s fury.

“More than ten years ago, I couldn’t kill you at the ruins of the Pill Cauldron Sect. But today, your luck has run out,” the robed swordsman said coldly, standing over Yun Yantian’s fallen body.

“This time, I’ll start with you. Next will be Yun Yanshuang, and then every last member of your Yun family.

“I, Wang Liyuan, will ensure your entire clan pays for standing against my Wang family all these years.

“Every score, every grievance—I will settle it, one by one!”

The robed man sheathed his soft sword and reached into his robe, retrieving a pill. Swallowing it, his face contorted briefly before morphing into its original appearance—Wang Liyuan’s true form.

His eyes, cold and mocking, stared at Yun Yantian’s lifeless body, a mix of disdain and satisfaction gleaming within them.

“Ten years of waiting, and finally, the reckoning begins.”

With a final sneer, Wang Liyuan turned and disappeared into the rain, leaving behind a scene of blood and despair.

 

Chapter 229 Farewell in the Rain

The torrential rain poured relentlessly, the cold wind biting.

Lying in a pool of blood with his throat pierced, Yun Yantian’s body grew colder, trembling involuntarily.

The icy rain drenched him completely, intensifying his discomfort. His gradually dimming eyes stared blankly at the sky, watching the heavy clouds and feeling the rain droplets slap against his face.

Memories from his life began to flood his mind like a lantern slideshow.

“Disciple Yantian greets Master.”

“Master, must you leave?”

“Master, I will cultivate diligently. One day, I will follow you to the Sword Ruins Realm!”

“I was just afraid she wouldn’t agree. A marriage proposal like this feels so impulsive.”

“What’s there to fear? When I pursued Qin Yue, all I thought about was marrying her, spending my life with her, and raising a big family of kids!”

“I will take care of you for the rest of my life. I will never let you feel wronged—not just me, but the entire Yun family!”

Scenes from the past twenty years played vividly in his mind.

He remembered the joyful moments spent with his family and cousins, his first encounter with Baili Moxue, their shared promises, and their wedding day.

He recalled the moment his son, Yun Wenzhan, was born—how tiny he was, snuggled in his swaddling clothes, safe in his father’s embrace.

He thought of his clan, his brothers, his nephews and nieces, his wife, his child… his entire family.

It was so hard to let go.

Would he get to see them one last time before his life slipped away?

“Uncle Yantian! Uncle Yantian!”

A desperate voice broke through the rain as Yun Wenxuan arrived with Sun Fenglin and others in tow.

When they saw Yun Yantian lying on the cold, rain-soaked ground, his body drenched, his arm severed, and his throat pierced, their faces turned ashen with shock and fear.

Yun Wenxuan knelt beside his uncle, holding him tightly as a powerful sense of dread surged through him.

“Where’s the healing pill? Where’s the healing pill?!”

Seeing Yun Yantian’s grave condition, teetering on the brink of death, Yun Wenxuan’s eyes reddened with panic as he shouted frantically at Sun Fenglin and his brother.

The Sun brothers stood frozen, horrified by the scene before them. The very idea that someone could inflict such devastating wounds on Yun Yantian was unthinkable.

Startled by Yun Wenxuan’s desperate roar, they quickly snapped out of their stupor. Sun Fenglin fumbled for a moment before producing a bottle of healing pills.

“Uncle Yantian, don’t be afraid! You’re not going to die! You can’t die! The family is waiting for you to return!”

“If you die, how can I face the family? How can I face Second Lord Yun?

“How can I face Aunt Moxue? How can I face Wenzhan?!”

Yun Wenxuan’s voice trembled as he cradled his uncle, his hands shaking as he poured a healing pill into Yun Yantian’s mouth.

But Yun Yantian’s injuries were far too severe. The second-grade Yellow Tier healing pill could do little more than keep him breathing faintly.

“Do you have more? Are there any more healing pills? Bring them all out!” Yun Wenxuan roared, his voice filled with despair as he glared at the Sun brothers.

“No… no more!”

“Then go find more! Go now!”

“We’re on it!” the Sun brothers replied hastily before vanishing into the rain.

“Uncle Yantian, hold on! Please hold on! Aunt Shuang and the others will be here soon. Once they arrive, you’ll be fine! I swear you’ll be fine!”

Yun Wenxuan clung to his uncle’s increasingly cold body, sobbing like a child. The rain around them seemed to amplify his cries.

“Wenxuan!”

A familiar voice pierced the sound of the downpour.

Through the sheets of rain, several figures dashed toward them at incredible speed.

At the forefront was Yun Yanshuang, followed closely by Baili Moxue, Yun Wenzhan, Yun Wenyu, Yun Wenrun, and many other younger members of the Yun family.

“Goddess Shuang! Help me, please! Uncle Yantian… he can’t hold on! He’s slipping away!”

The boy who had once stood fearlessly on the battlefield at Lu Zhan Terrace, single-handedly slaying thousands of Wu soldiers and beheading their general, was now reduced to tears.

Seeing his aunt and the others arrive, his composure broke entirely, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

The rain poured endlessly, cold and relentless.

Yun Yanshuang and the others immediately rushed to Yun Yantian’s side.

Baili Moxue knelt first, pulling Yun Yantian tightly into her arms. Her voice trembled with panic and despair as she whispered to him, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m here. Everything will be fine.”

“Father! It’s me, Wenzhan! I’m here! Please, hold on! You’re not going to die!”

Yun Wenzhan crouched beside him, gripping his father’s hand tightly. His large, tearful eyes were filled with worry and fear. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing his father.

“Uncle Yantian!”

Yun Wenyu, Yun Wenrun, and the other younger members of the Yun family gathered around, calling out to their uncle anxiously.

“Goddess Shuang! Can Uncle Yantian… can he be saved?”

Yun Wenxuan’s face was pale, his lips trembling as he stared at his aunt with pleading eyes.

All eyes turned to Yun Yanshuang, hoping for an answer. Even Baili Moxue looked to her, desperation evident in her gaze.

Yun Yanshuang, the family’s most skilled alchemist and healer, had made remarkable strides in her craft over the past decade. She had also spent years learning medicine under Yun Yunxun’s tutelage. If anyone could save Yun Yantian, it was her.

Under the weight of so many hopeful eyes, Yun Yanshuang bit her lip, unsure of how to respond.

Her silence spoke volumes, and a wave of unease and despair washed over everyone.

Outside the marketplace, a group of riders on horseback arrived in the pouring rain.

Yun Yunyue dismounted and rushed toward the scene, followed closely by Yun Yunyang, Yun Yunfeng, Yun Yunshan, and several other clan members.

“Who did this?! Who did this?!”

Seeing his son lying gravely wounded, missing an arm and with his throat pierced, Yun Yunyue’s eyes filled with rage. He roared, his voice cracking with grief and fury.

Yun Wenxuan clenched his fists, unsure of how to respond.

In Baili Moxue’s arms, Yun Yantian struggled to open his eyes. Seeing his wife, child, father, and clan members surrounding him, a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

He wanted to say something, to leave behind a final message, but his injuries were too severe. With his throat pierced, even speaking was impossible.

He desperately wanted to tell them to live well, to take care of one another, but… he couldn’t.

It was impossible.

“Tian’er!”

“Yantian!”

“Father!”

As they watched Yun Yantian’s eyes close for the final time, everyone around him broke into heart-wrenching cries.

The entire marketplace echoed with their sorrow, their cries piercing through the heavy rain.

Above, the rain grew heavier, cascading from the heavens as if mourning alongside them.

From a rooftop nearby, Yun Yanshui silently observed the grieving clan.

His gaze rested on Yun Yantian’s lifeless body, a man who had been like an older brother to him, always looking out for him.

Yun Yanshui’s face twisted with rage and anguish, his expression dark and feral, like a beast on the brink of madness.

“Brother!”

Yun Yanshuang appeared beside him, her eyes red and swollen with tears. Raindrops mixed with her tears, dripping steadily onto the tiled roof.

“I… I should have listened to you… I never thought… Brother Yantian, he…”

“Enough. Come with me to the Wang family,” Yun Yanshui said, his voice unnervingly calm as he continued to stare at Yun Yantian’s body.

“Brother, what have you discovered?”

Hearing his words, Yun Yanshuang choked out a question between sobs.

“Wang Liyuan isn’t dead. That bastard isn’t dead! He’s still alive!” Yun Yanshui growled, his voice low but seething with rage.

Murderous intent radiated from him like a storm.

Ten years ago, in Tongshan County, Yun Yanshui believed he had killed Wang Liyuan with his own hands.

But now, through the soul imprint left by Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshui had seen his brother’s final moments. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning: Wang Liyuan, whom he thought he had executed, had somehow survived.

In an instant, Yun Yanshui’s figure blurred.

Defying the icy wind and torrential rain, he charged toward the Wang family’s ancestral grounds, radiating an overwhelming aura of death.

“Brother Yantian, wait for me! I’ll take Wang Liyuan’s head right now!”

 

Chapter 230: Killing Wang in Anger

The rain poured heavily, the cold biting through to the bone.

Yun Wenxuan sat on the ground, his eyes bloodshot and filled with despair. As he looked up, he saw his grandfather, Yun Yunyang, approaching with an oiled paper umbrella in hand. His voice choked with emotion as he called out, “Grandfather…”

“The family will avenge Yantian’s death,” Yun Yunyang said, crouching beside his grandson. He held the umbrella over the boy, shielding him from the rain, his expression grim and determined.

“Once we uncover the culprits, they will be torn to pieces.

“No matter who they are, the Yun family will settle this debt personally!”

Anger roiled within him, threatening to overflow. If he failed to find those responsible, he would be letting down his brother, Moxue, Wenzhan, and the entire clan.

“Grandfather… the Su family!”

Hearing Yun Yunyang’s vow, Yun Wenxuan forced himself to stop sobbing. His voice turned sharp and resolute.

“Tell me everything,” Yun Yunyang said immediately, his interest piqued.

Around them, Yun Yunyue, Baili Moxue, Yun Wenzhan, and the other Yun family members fixed their gazes on Yun Wenxuan, their eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Yun Yantian’s death could not go unavenged. Justice had to be served.

“Uncle Yantian and I had just finished investigating the deaths of the three Sun family cultivators and were preparing to return to the clan when we were confronted by an unknown rogue cultivator…”

Yun Wenxuan recounted every detail of what he had seen and heard, leaving nothing out.

“That’s why I suspect he’s connected to the remnants of the Su family,” Yun Wenxuan concluded. “Grandfather, if we can track down the remaining Su family members, we might be able to uncover the one who killed Uncle Yantian!”

Yun Wenxuan’s gaze was fixed on his grandfather, his tone urgent.

“I understand,” Yun Yunyang replied with a nod. Rising to his feet, he immediately ordered the clan members and the Sun brothers to begin investigating and capturing any surviving members of the Su family.

Baili Moxue also activated a communication talisman, pleading with her father to assist in tracking and apprehending the Su family remnants.

Her husband’s death had to be explained. She vowed to personally exact retribution for him.

The Imperial Capital, Royal Palace.

“Your Majesty, a message from the Seventh Princess has arrived!”

Li Qing appeared beside Baili Xi, bowing respectfully.

“Oh? Is it good news?” Baili Xi asked with a hearty laugh.

“…No, Your Majesty.”

Li Qing lowered his head, his voice tinged with sorrow.

“What happened?” Baili Xi’s expression shifted as unease crept into his voice.

“It’s… the Prince Consort. He’s been assassinated.”

After a long hesitation, Li Qing finally spoke, his voice trembling.

Crash!

The teacup in Baili Xi’s hand slipped and shattered against the ground. The porcelain shards scattered, tea spilling everywhere.

Even as the hot tea splashed onto his robes, Baili Xi stood frozen, his mind reeling from the news.

“Who did this?”

After a long silence, Baili Xi’s fists clenched tightly. His face darkened, his tone chilling.

“The Seventh Princess believes the remnants of the Su family may be involved. She has requested Your Majesty’s aid in investigating and apprehending all Su family survivors hiding within the kingdom,” Li Qing reported.

“Relay my orders to Elder Tuoxian. The Dark Alliance is to handle this investigation. I want results as soon as possible!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Li Qing bowed and quickly disappeared.

“How dare they… How bold they are! To assassinate my son-in-law? The Su family remnants have grown far too audacious!”

After Li Qing’s departure, Baili Xi stormed to the pavilion railing, his eyes fixed on the gloomy sky. His grip on the wooden rail tightened until it splintered and broke under his immense strength.

Yulin County, Wang Family Ancestral Grounds.

“Patriarch.”

Wang Liyuan entered the serene Lake of Tranquility, where he found his grandfather, Wang Qinglin, sitting leisurely in the pavilion, sipping tea.

“Ah, Liyuan, come, have a seat!”

Wang Qinglin smiled warmly and beckoned him over.

Nodding, Wang Liyuan stepped into the pavilion and sat down, accepting a cup of spirit tea poured by his grandfather.

“Did everything go smoothly?” Wang Qinglin asked, setting the teapot aside and gazing at his grandson.

“Everything went perfectly.”

Taking a sip of the spirit tea, warmth coursed through Wang Liyuan’s body. He nodded, a faint smile on his lips.

“Make sure the emperor doesn’t trace this back to us,” Wang Qinglin said gravely.

“Don’t worry, Grandfather. I never revealed my true face. Yun Yantian was fatally injured and couldn’t utter anything useful before his death.

Moreover, for the past decade, I’ve been secretly nurturing the remnants of the Su family, teaching them spells and divine abilities under a different identity.

Even if the emperor captures those Su family remnants, they won’t be able to provide any useful information.”

Wang Liyuan’s tone was calm as he recounted his meticulous plans.

For ten years, he had waited patiently in the shadows.

First, he cultivated the surviving members of the Su family, shaping them into tools for his revenge.

Second, he waited for the Yun family’s mysterious elder to leave.

Only when he confirmed that the elder had departed did he orchestrate the Su family remnants to assassinate the Sun family cultivators, drawing Yun Yantian—or Yun Yanshuang—out.

As long as one appeared, he could kill them.

His goal was simple: to weaken the Yun family’s foundation and shake their growing power.

“Hahaha! Excellent, truly excellent! You’ve done well, Liyuan—careful, thorough, and decisive.

“This time, the Yun family has suffered a significant loss!” Wang Qinglin laughed heartily, stroking his beard in satisfaction.

In recent years, the Yun family’s rise had been a thorn in his side. Seeing them suffer such a blow gave him a deep sense of vindication.

“Let them understand,” Wang Qinglin continued, “that building a family is never a smooth journey.”

Dark clouds loomed as torrential rain lashed the earth.

High above, Yun Yanshui stood firm, gripping his Azure War Bow.

He streaked through the sky, a blur of deadly intent, heading straight for the Wang family’s ancestral grounds.

Releasing his divine sense, he locked onto the grand protective formation enveloping the estate.

“Open!”

Crouching in midair, he drew back the bowstring. Spiritual energy surged through him, gathering into an arrow of condensed force.

Whoosh!

The arrow roared through the storm, a destructive force tearing through the heavens, shattering the protective formation in an instant.

Boom!

A deafening explosion rippled across the Wang family grounds, sending shockwaves that shook the entire estate.

The protective array—designed to withstand a full-force strike from a fourth-stage Qi Refinement cultivator—crumbled under the sheer power of Yun Yanshui’s arrow.

Over the past decade, as the younger generation of the Yun family—Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshuang, Yun Wenxuan, Yun Wenyu, and others—rose rapidly in cultivation, Yun Yanshui had not remained idle.

Once a mortal among cultivators, his strength had now reached the peak of the sixth stage of Qi Refinement, on the verge of breaking into the seventh stage.

For him, the Wang family’s protective array posed no challenge.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Alarm bells echoed through the Wang family grounds as the shattering of the formation sent waves of panic through its inhabitants.

“Who dares break the protective array of the Wang family?!”

A group of Wang family cultivators emerged swiftly, their gazes locking onto the figure hovering in the sky.

There he stood—Yun Yanshui, holding his Azure War Bow, exuding an aura of unyielding dominance.

Their cries of defiance were met with cold indifference.

Without hesitation, Yun Yanshui drew his bow once more, channeling spiritual energy to manifest multiple arrows.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The arrows tore through the air like vengeful spirits, each carrying devastating power.

The Wang family cultivators barely had time to react. Just as they began channeling their spiritual energy to defend themselves, the arrows pierced their foreheads with unerring precision.

Blood sprayed through the rain, and their lifeless bodies collapsed in unison.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Even in death, their eyes remained wide open, unable to comprehend how swiftly their lives had been ended.

High above, Yun Yanshui slung his bow across his back and summoned a long spear.

Without a word, he dove toward the Wang family grounds like a thunderbolt.

At the mountain gate, a Wang family spirit-root cultivator had just arrived, only to be met by Yun Yanshui’s spear.

Shhhk!

The spear drove cleanly through the man’s chest, sending his severed head rolling across the muddy ground.

The rain mercilessly pelted the blood-soaked head as if washing away the last remnants of its fleeting life.

Even in his final moments, the Wang cultivator never understood who had killed him—or why.