Chapter 31: The Zhou Clan is Destroyed

 

Seeing Zhou Zhe-sheng’s obstinance and his attempt to leverage a court official to pressure him, Chang Yuan’s patience wore thin. His gaze hardened as he looked down at Zhou Zhe-sheng.

 

“You dared to oppose the Yun family without even understanding their current status? Did you know they now have two spiritual root bearers in their clan?” Chang Yuan said coldly.

 

“Spiritual root bearers?” Zhou Zhe-sheng froze in disbelief.

 

As the Zhou family patriarch, he had traveled extensively and learned about the cultivation world. Spiritual root bearers were individuals born with the innate ability to cultivate—a rare and extraordinary blessing among mortals.

 

To have a spiritual root bearer in the family was a matter of immense pride. Such individuals would elevate their family’s status, their names etched at the forefront of ancestral records for generations.

 

“Impossible! How could the Yun family produce spiritual root bearers?” Zhou Zhe-sheng stammered. “Constable Chang, you must have been deceived by the Yun family’s schemes!”

 

“Deceived? Even Court Immortal Master Li Qing himself has confirmed it!” Chang Yuan retorted with a sneer.

 

“Immortal Master Li Qing?” Zhou Zhe-sheng froze again as his mind raced.

 

He recalled the young man earlier that day, the one whom even Lu Zizai treated with reverence. Could that have been the court’s Immortal Master?

 

Realization struck like a thunderbolt. His blood ran cold, and despair clawed at his chest.

 

It was over. The Zhou family was finished.

 

No wonder his brother in the capital had refused to intervene. If the Yun family had spiritual root bearers, they had ascended to become a cultivation family—an entity leagues above ordinary mortals. They would enjoy the court’s protection and favor.

 

How could the Zhou family, mere commoners, possibly contend with that?

 

He suddenly felt absurd for ever believing he could bring down the Yun family.

 

“Constable Chang, this humble man admits his guilt! I was wrong! I beg for mercy for my clan!” Zhou Zhe-sheng dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

 

“I will lead my family to the Yun estate to offer apologies and kowtow for forgiveness. From now on, we will abandon the Yuncang Mountain region and never oppose the Yun family again!”

 

“Please, Constable Chang, spare my family!” Zhou Zhe-sheng pleaded desperately, his voice breaking.

 

He knew there was no way to reverse the tide. His only hope lay in earning the Yun family’s forgiveness, ensuring the survival of his clan.

 

After all, if the Yun family could produce spiritual root bearers, perhaps, one day, the Zhou family could too. All they needed was a chance to endure.

 

“Forgiveness?” Chang Yuan scoffed. “I’m afraid that’s no longer possible.”

 

At his signal, an officer beside him drew his blade and swung it down on a Zhou clansman.

 

Thud!

 

The man’s head rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide with terror and disbelief.

 

“Mercy! Spare us! Please spare us!”

 

The remaining Zhou clansmen cried and begged, their voices echoing in despair.

 

But no matter how loud their pleas, the only response was the cold gleam of steel.

 

“Father! Save me! Father, help me!” Zhou Ao cried as he was dragged away, tears streaming down his face.

 

Zhou Zhe-sheng looked on, helpless. He couldn’t even save himself, let alone his son.

 

Thud!

 

Zhou Ao’s head was severed with a single stroke, blood spraying across the dirt.

 

His head rolled to a stop at Zhou Zhe-sheng’s feet, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.

 

“It’s over… completely over…” Zhou Zhe-sheng whispered, his voice hollow as his mind broke under the weight of it all.

 

He no longer resisted as the soldiers’ blades fell on him, his head parting from his body in an instant.

 

“Reporting to you, Constable. All 361 members of the Zhou clan have been executed,” an officer reported. “As for the women and children…”

 

“Lord Lu’s orders were clear—total eradication of the Zhou clan,” Chang Yuan said coldly from atop his warhorse.

 

“Understood!”

 

The officer saluted and turned to his men, who unsheathed their weapons once more.

 

Even the women and children, defenseless and sobbing, were not spared.

 

In mere moments, the Zhou estate became a scene of utter carnage. Blood pooled on the ground, bodies lay strewn across the courtyard, and the stench of death filled the air. It was a hellish tableau.

 

“Burn it down,” Chang Yuan commanded flatly.

 

Seeing Zhou Zhe-sheng’s obstinance and his attempt to leverage a court official to pressure him, Chang Yuan’s patience wore thin. His gaze hardened as he looked down at Zhou Zhe-sheng.

 

“You dared to oppose the Yun family without even understanding their current status? Did you know they now have two spiritual root bearers in their clan?” Chang Yuan said coldly.

 

“Spiritual root bearers?” Zhou Zhe-sheng froze in disbelief.

 

As the Zhou family patriarch, he had traveled extensively and learned about the cultivation world. Spiritual root bearers were individuals born with the innate ability to cultivate—a rare and extraordinary blessing among mortals.

 

To have a spiritual root bearer in the family was a matter of immense pride. Such individuals would elevate their family’s status, their names etched at the forefront of ancestral records for generations.

 

“Impossible! How could the Yun family produce spiritual root bearers?” Zhou Zhe-sheng stammered. “Constable Chang, you must have been deceived by the Yun family’s schemes!”

 

“Deceived? Even Court Immortal Master Li Qing himself has confirmed it!” Chang Yuan retorted with a sneer.

 

“Immortal Master Li Qing?” Zhou Zhe-sheng froze again as his mind raced.

 

He recalled the young man earlier that day, the one whom even Lu Zizai treated with reverence. Could that have been the court’s Immortal Master?

 

Realization struck like a thunderbolt. His blood ran cold, and despair clawed at his chest.

 

It was over. The Zhou family was finished.

 

No wonder his brother in the capital had refused to intervene. If the Yun family had spiritual root bearers, they had ascended to become a cultivation family—an entity leagues above ordinary mortals. They would enjoy the court’s protection and favor.

 

How could the Zhou family, mere commoners, possibly contend with that?

 

He suddenly felt absurd for ever believing he could bring down the Yun family.

 

“Constable Chang, this humble man admits his guilt! I was wrong! I beg for mercy for my clan!” Zhou Zhe-sheng dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

 

“I will lead my family to the Yun estate to offer apologies and kowtow for forgiveness. From now on, we will abandon the Yuncang Mountain region and never oppose the Yun family again!”

 

“Please, Constable Chang, spare my family!” Zhou Zhe-sheng pleaded desperately, his voice breaking.

 

He knew there was no way to reverse the tide. His only hope lay in earning the Yun family’s forgiveness, ensuring the survival of his clan.

 

After all, if the Yun family could produce spiritual root bearers, perhaps, one day, the Zhou family could too. All they needed was a chance to endure.

 

“Forgiveness?” Chang Yuan scoffed. “I’m afraid that’s no longer possible.”

 

At his signal, an officer beside him drew his blade and swung it down on a Zhou clansman.

 

Thud!

 

The man’s head rolled to the ground, his eyes still wide with terror and disbelief.

 

“Mercy! Spare us! Please spare us!”

 

The remaining Zhou clansmen cried and begged, their voices echoing in despair.

 

But no matter how loud their pleas, the only response was the cold gleam of steel.

 

“Father! Save me! Father, help me!” Zhou Ao cried as he was dragged away, tears streaming down his face.

 

Zhou Zhe-sheng looked on, helpless. He couldn’t even save himself, let alone his son.

 

Thud!

 

Zhou Ao’s head was severed with a single stroke, blood spraying across the dirt.

 

His head rolled to a stop at Zhou Zhe-sheng’s feet, his lifeless eyes still frozen in terror.

 

“It’s over… completely over…” Zhou Zhe-sheng whispered, his voice hollow as his mind broke under the weight of it all.

 

He no longer resisted as the soldiers’ blades fell on him, his head parting from his body in an instant.

 

“Reporting to you, Constable. All 361 members of the Zhou clan have been executed,” an officer reported. “As for the women and children…”

 

“Lord Lu’s orders were clear—total eradication of the Zhou clan,” Chang Yuan said coldly from atop his warhorse.

 

“Understood!”

 

The officer saluted and turned to his men, who unsheathed their weapons once more.

 

Even the women and children, defenseless and sobbing, were not spared.

 

In mere moments, the Zhou estate became a scene of utter carnage. Blood pooled on the ground, bodies lay strewn across the courtyard, and the stench of death filled the air. It was a hellish tableau.

 

“Burn it down,” Chang Yuan commanded flatly.

 

Chapter 32: Recruiting a Son-in-Law

 

“Master said that in the cultivation world, aside from spirit stones used for trade, there are also various spirit ores.

 

These ores are essential materials for crafting spirit weapons.

 

The higher the grade of the ore, the tougher it is. Weapons forged from high-grade ores not only boast superior quality but also exhibit greater power.

 

However, the higher the grade of the spirit ore, the harder it is to smelt and forge into a spirit weapon. It requires a skilled refiner with exceptional cultivation levels,” Yun Yanshuang explained.

 

“Brother, if you want a bow capable of channeling your spiritual power, you’ll need to find spirit ore suitable for crafting it. And then, you’ll need to find a cultivator who specializes in artifact forging,” she added.

 

“It’s that complicated?” Yun Yanshui groaned, dropping his head onto the table with a look of frustration.

 

Recently, during a hunting trip, he had tried infusing his spiritual power into a regular bow and arrow to see the results. Unfortunately, the ordinary weapon couldn’t withstand his spiritual energy and broke instantly.

 

Disappointed, he had shared his desire for a proper spirit weapon with his sister, hoping her master could provide a solution. Now, hearing her explanation, it seemed like his dream of a custom spirit bow was a distant reality.

 

The Yun family had just begun its journey as a cultivation family, and they had neither the resources nor the expertise for such an endeavor.

 

“It is a bit tricky,” Yun Yanshuang admitted. “We’ll have to wait and see how the family develops.

 

Or perhaps, you could try your luck in the future. Master mentioned that many independent cultivators, known as ‘wandering cultivators,’ often leave behind treasure-filled abodes when they pass away.

 

There are also ruins of ancient sects and fallen cultivation families scattered throughout the land. If you’re lucky enough to discover one of these places while traveling, you might find something useful.”

 

“Wandering cultivators? Artifact forgers? What are those?” Yun Yanshui tilted his head in curiosity.

 

“Master explained that cultivation encompasses many arts—alchemy, artifact forging, formations, talisman crafting, beast taming, and spirit plant cultivation.

 

Practitioners of these arts are called alchemists, artifact forgers, formation masters, talisman makers, beast tamers, and spirit plant cultivators, respectively.

 

Alchemists refine spiritual pills.

 

Artifact forgers specialize in crafting spiritual tools and weapons.

 

Formation masters create powerful arrays.

 

Talisman makers inscribe runes with various effects.

 

Spirit plant cultivators tend to spirit herbs and oversee their growth.

 

As for wandering cultivators, they are independent practitioners of cultivation who lack the support of a formal sect or family. They rely entirely on their own efforts to gather resources. Many became cultivators through serendipitous encounters, like stumbling upon the remnants of an ancient sect’s teachings.”

 

“So that’s how it is,” Yun Yanshui muttered, nodding as he quickly grabbed a brush and paper to jot down everything his sister had explained.

 

In the Yun family study,

 

Wearing a fox-fur cloak, Yun Yanling sat under the flickering light of an oil lamp, meticulously reviewing the accounts for the family’s textile and dye workshops.

 

Since her father had taken over managing the family’s overall finances, Yun Yanling had shouldered the responsibility of overseeing these businesses.

 

Under her diligent management, the quality of their fabrics and garments had improved significantly, boosting sales across Yuncang County. The profits they had amassed would soon be reinvested into the family’s growth and development.

 

The faint creak of the study door broke the silence.

 

Yun Yunyang entered quietly, careful not to disturb his daughter as she worked. He settled into a nearby chair, observing her with a gentle smile.

 

Time passed, and finally, Yun Yanling straightened up, stretching her sore shoulders. Spotting her father sitting silently nearby, she smiled warmly.

 

“Father, when did you come in?”

 

“I’ve been here for a while. I didn’t want to interrupt you while you were focused,” Yun Yunyang said with a chuckle.

 

“How are the accounts? All settled?”

 

“Yes, everything is in order now.”

 

“How’s business been lately?”

 

“The aunts in the family have been working hard. The fabrics they’ve woven are of excellent quality and selling well in Yuncang County,” Yun Yanling replied with pride.

 

“You’ve done so much, managing both the textile and dye workshops all on your own. It’s been hard on you,” Yun Yunyang said, his voice filled with affection.

 

“Compared to everything you’ve been doing for the family, Father, my efforts are nothing,” she replied modestly.

 

“By the way, Father, there’s something I wanted to discuss with you,” Yun Yanling added, her tone becoming serious.

 

“Go ahead and say what’s on your mind,” Yun Yunyang encouraged, sensing his daughter had more to share.

 

“Father, I’ve been thinking about establishing a weapons workshop within the family estate,” Yun Yanling began, her tone thoughtful and deliberate.

 

“The workshop would primarily focus on forging weapons for sale. Now that the court has formally recognized our family as a cultivation clan, we can freely craft and sell weapons without fear of interference from local officials.

 

Weapon workshops are known to be highly profitable. If everything goes well, the income generated could fund the renovation and expansion of our family estate.”

 

She paused for a moment, her gaze steady.

 

“Moreover, there’s another reason for my suggestion. Second Uncle is training our family’s soldiers, and their daily drills consume a significant amount of weapons.

 

Instead of constantly purchasing weapons from Yuncang County, it would be far more cost-effective to forge them ourselves. This would save our family a considerable amount of money.”

 

Yun Yanling finished, her voice steady, awaiting her father’s response.

 

Yun Yunyang’s expression softened, a smile breaking across his face.

 

“This is an excellent idea, Ling’er. As our family grows and expands its influence, we’ll need a strong military force to safeguard our territories and maintain order.

 

Building a weapons workshop is indeed a step in the right direction.

 

Your Fourth Uncle is skilled in blacksmithing. Once the workshop is operational, you can enlist his help to oversee the forging process.”

 

“Thank you, Father,” Yun Yanling said, her smile lighting up the room.

 

“Ling’er,” Yun Yunyang began, his tone shifting, “there’s another matter I need to discuss with you.”

 

“What is it, Father?”

 

“For the past few days, I’ve been tirelessly working on matters concerning our family’s status. It was all to secure the court’s recognition of our family as a cultivation clan.

 

Now that the recognition and rewards have been granted, it’s time to address another crucial issue—finding you a worthy husband.

 

Someone who can help you produce heirs with spiritual roots.”

 

Yun Yanling’s smile froze.

 

“As you know,” Yun Yunyang continued, “both your Second and Fourth Uncles’ families have children with spiritual roots, while our branch of the family has none.

 

If we don’t act quickly, our branch will fade into obscurity within a few generations.

 

I’ve decided to hold a formal match-making event in a few days, after the court officially proclaims our family’s status to the world.”

 

His voice was heavy with emotion as he added, “I hope you understand the burden and responsibilities you bear as my daughter.”

 

The room fell silent, the weight of his words settling between them.

 

“Father, I trust your judgment. You may decide what’s best,” Yun Yanling said softly, her voice devoid of any discernible emotion.

 

“Good,” Yun Yunyang said with a nod, though a pang of guilt tugged at his heart.

 

“Rest well, Ling’er. You’ve been working hard. Take care of your health,” he said as he rose to leave the study.

 

As he stepped out into the corridor, Yun Yanling’s composed expression crumbled.

 

Turning to the copper mirror on her desk, she stared at her own reflection—an exquisite face marked by a hint of sadness.

 

“If only I had spiritual roots…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

 

A soft sigh escaped her lips, and soon the room plunged into darkness as the candlelight was extinguished.

 

Outside, bathed in the pale glow of the moon, Yun Yunyang paused, hearing the faint sigh from within.

 

His heart clenched.

 

He knew his daughter’s pride, her yearning for what seemed forever out of reach.

 

Watching her younger siblings awaken their spiritual roots and step onto the path of cultivation, while she remained tethered to mortality, was a burden he couldn’t lift for her.

 

Deep within Yuncang Mountain.

 

A group of 25 people, their path illuminated by flickering torches, trudged steadily along the stream of Li Village Gorge.

 

At the forefront were Yun Yunshan, carrying his ebony war bow, and Yun Yunyu, wielding his gleaming silver spear.

 

For two days and nights, they had traversed the rugged terrain, following the stream deeper into the mountain.

 

The air was thick with humidity, the foliage heavy with dew that clung to their clothes and soaked through their shoes.

 

Even their hair was damp, plastered against their foreheads and temples.

 

Despite the hardships, their determination was unwavering.

 

“The stream’s flow is getting weaker,” Yun Yunshan observed, his voice steady. “We must be nearing the source.”

 

The group pressed onward, their spirits lifted by the prospect of discovery despite the relentless challenges of the journey.

 

Chapter 33 The Fierce Tiger in the Mountains

 

Yun Yunshan glanced down at the flowing water beneath his feet. His years of experience hunting in the mountains led him to a confident conclusion: the source of Li Village Gorge was not far ahead.

 

“These past two days have been exhausting for everyone. We’ve trekked through mountains and streams without rest,” he said, offering a warm smile to his weary clansmen.

 

“Let’s take a break here for a while before we continue.”

 

At his suggestion, the group of Yun clansmen gratefully shed their heavy packs, finding comfortable spots to rest.

 

“Second Brother, have some water,” Yun Yunshan said, handing a bamboo flask to Yun Yunyu.

 

“Tell the others not to put out their torches, especially at night. This mountain is rife with predators,” Yun Yunyu cautioned, taking several large gulps from the flask.

 

Afterward, he reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a piece of dried rations, tearing into it as he sat down.

 

“Don’t worry, I’ve already given those orders. On the way here, I spotted several tracks—likely left by a tiger,” Yun Yunshan replied between bites of his own dried rations.

 

“But I can’t help wondering,” Yun Yunyu said, his voice tinged with doubt. “After all this trekking and searching, will we actually find anything at the source of Li Village Gorge?

 

If we come up empty-handed, this whole journey will have been for nothing.”

 

“There’s bound to be something,” Yun Yunshan said, his gaze drifting toward the dark depths of the forest ahead, where the stream disappeared into shadow.

 

After about half an hour of rest, the group resumed their journey. Holding torches aloft, they followed the stream deeper into the forest.

 

At the front, Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyu hacked their way through dense undergrowth, using their long blades to clear branches and thorny brambles obstructing their path.

 

They pressed on for nearly another half an hour before the stream led them to the mouth of a pitch-black cave.

 

“Could this be the source of Li Village Gorge?” one clansman murmured, peering curiously at the shadowy cave entrance.

 

Several were eager to explore, raising their torches as they prepared to step inside.

 

“Wait! Don’t rush in,” Yun Yunshan barked, halting them. His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air.

 

“I smell blood.”

 

Years spent on battlefields and in the wild had honed Yun Yunshan’s senses to a razor edge. Even from a distance, he could detect the faint stench of decay wafting from the cave.

 

“It reeks of carrion. There must be a predator lairing inside,” Yun Yunyu said grimly, his expression tense.

 

Yun Yunshan nodded in agreement. He hefted his torch and hurled it into the cave, its fiery light piercing the shadows within.

 

At the same moment, he raised his bow, nocking an arrow and drawing the string taut. His sharp gaze locked onto the cave, waiting for movement.

 

A thunderous roar shattered the silence.

 

“ROAR!”

 

The deafening cry of a tiger echoed from the depths of the cave, shaking the air like a roll of thunder.

 

Many of the Yun clansmen clutched their ears, their bodies trembling in fear as the sound reverberated around them.

 

Before they could recover, a massive tiger with golden eyes and a striped, scarred pelt leapt out of the cave, its ferocious growl shaking the ground as it charged straight for Yun Yunshan.

 

But Yun Yunshan had anticipated this moment. Releasing the bowstring, he let his arrow fly.

 

The icy shaft shot forward, striking the tiger squarely in the forehead and embedding itself deep into its skull, spraying a mist of blood into the air.

 

The beast let out a pained, furious roar. Its powerful body staggered backward, its charge halted by the searing pain.

 

Yun Yunshan’s quick reaction gave the others just enough time to regroup.

 

“Clan soldiers to the front! Everyone else, fall back!” Yun Yunyu bellowed, his commanding tone echoing through the forest.

 

The clan’s trained soldiers—over a dozen men clad in rattan armor—immediately moved into formation, forming a shield wall in front of Yun Yunshan.

 

Their shields, woven from sturdy rattan, locked together seamlessly, creating an impenetrable barrier. Through the gaps in the shields, sharp spears jutted out, their tips aimed unerringly at the tiger.

 

If it lunged again, it would meet a wall of deadly points.

 

Yun Yunyu stood just behind the formation, his silver spear at the ready, watching the tiger intently for any opening to deliver a fatal blow.

 

The tiger’s glowing eyes burned with rage and hatred as it glared at Yun Yunshan, the source of its pain.

 

The beast roared once more and charged forward, undeterred despite the arrow buried in its skull.

 

Yun Yunshan’s arrow flew true once more, piercing the tiger’s skull again and sending it crashing to the ground mid-leap.

 

Seizing the opportunity, Yun Yunyu dashed forward with explosive speed. With a precise thrust, his silver spear pierced through the tiger’s neck, spraying warm blood across his armor.

 

The massive beast collapsed, its struggles growing weaker. Yun Yunyu quickly retreated to safety, allowing the other clan soldiers to move in.

 

Forming a protective shield wall around the dying tiger, they cautiously jabbed their spears into its body, ensuring it was no longer a threat. Only when its breathing ceased and its lifeless form lay motionless did the soldiers finally relax.

 

“Yun Yunshan, Yun Yunyu—truly warriors of the battlefield!”

 

“That’s right! Facing such a terrifying beast, you both handled it so calmly.”

 

“If it weren’t for the two of you leading us, we’d surely have suffered heavy casualties against this tiger.”

 

Several Yun clansmen stepped forward to inspect the massive tiger’s corpse, their admiration for the brothers evident in their voices.

 

“You flatter us,” Yun Yunshan said with a modest smile, slinging his bow back over his shoulder.

 

“Second Brother, this tiger is a treasure trove. The tiger’s penis can be used to brew medicinal wine, its bones strengthen the body, and its meat can enhance the physical strength of our clansmen.”

 

“You’re right,” Yun Yunyu nodded. “We’ll have someone process the tiger’s body and bring it back. But for now, we must explore the cave.”

 

“Agreed,” Yun Yunshan said. The two brothers took the lead, torches in hand, venturing into the dark cave.

 

The stench of decay grew stronger as they delved deeper. The floor was littered with jagged rocks and the scattered remains of various animals.

 

Further inside, they came across fresh carcasses of deer, their flesh torn and steaming, evidence of the tiger’s recent hunt.

 

“This is it—the source of Li Village Gorge!” Yun Yunshan declared, holding his torch high to illuminate a clear spring bubbling up from the earth.

 

The group gathered around, marveling at the pristine water flowing from the spring.

 

“Thankfully, the tiger didn’t throw the rotting carcasses into the water. If the stream had been contaminated, it would’ve been a disaster for our clan,” one of the clansmen remarked.

 

“Even wild beasts understand the importance of water sources,” Yun Yunshan replied. “The tiger must’ve known this spring’s value and kept it clean.”

 

His experience as a seasoned hunter lent credibility to his explanation.

 

“Search the cave thoroughly,” Yun Yunshan instructed. “See if there’s anything else of value.”

 

The clansmen split into small teams, exploring the cavern in groups of three or five. Meanwhile, Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyu scoured the area around the spring.

 

Their efforts paid off when they uncovered three fragments of low-grade spirit stones nestled among the rocks in the stream.

 

“It seems the stones Yun Yandong found downstream were indeed washed down from here,” Yun Yunshan said, studying the shimmering fragments in his hand.

 

Though they had only found three fragmented spirit stones, their mission was not in vain.

 

“Yun Yunshan! Yun Yunyu! Hurry—come quickly!”

 

A terrified voice echoed from deeper within the cave.

 

The brothers exchanged a glance, their expressions turning grave. Yun Yunshan drew his bow, readying an arrow, while Yun Yunyu tightened his grip on his silver spear.

 

“What’s wrong?” Yun Yunshan called as they rushed toward the source of the cry.

 

“A corpse!”

 

“There’s… there’s a human corpse sitting over there!”

 

The voice trembled with fear, sending a chill through the already tense group.

 

Chapter 34: Relics of the Rogue Cultivator

 

Hearing the panicked voices of their clansmen, Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyue’s expressions turned grave. Quickly, they raised their torches and cautiously advanced into the darkness.

 

Under the dim light of the flames, they finally caught sight of a withered corpse, long decayed, seated cross-legged upon a stone bed.

 

Proceeding carefully, the two brothers confirmed there was no danger before examining the corpse closely.

 

The garments draping its lifeless body were tattered and riddled with cobwebs and dust. Poisonous creatures—spiders, centipedes, and other venomous insects—crawled back and forth amidst the shreds of fabric. Who knew how many years had passed since this individual had perished here?

 

“Could this be one of those fugitives who fled into the mountains after committing crimes?” Yun Yunyue speculated, his face filled with doubt.

 

The term “fugitives” referred to criminals wanted by the government, often for heinous deeds like murder and robbery. Many such individuals would escape into dense mountain forests to evade capture by the authorities.

 

“I don’t think so,” Yun Yunshan replied, his tone solemn. “The posture of this corpse is identical to how Shuang’er and the others sit when they cultivate.”

 

“You’re saying… this corpse belonged to a cultivator in life?” Yun Yunyue asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

 

Yun Yunshan nodded. “It seems likely. However, we can only wonder why such a venerable figure met their end here.”

 

His gaze fell upon the object clasped in the corpse’s hands—a black wooden box, its surface layered with dust.

 

After brushing away the spiders and centipedes crawling over the remains, Yun Yunshan carefully retrieved the box. Clearing off the dust, he slowly opened it to reveal its contents.

 

Inside was a jade vial containing three small, round black pills, each about the size of a pinky finger. Alongside them lay two aged tomes, their covers yellowed with time: Hundred Essentials of Artifact Crafting and Compendium of All Spiritual Mines.

 

“It really is the legacy of a cultivator!” Yun Yunshan exclaimed, his eyes alight with joy. He could barely contain his excitement.

 

Their expedition to the mountains, initially a search for spirit stones, had unexpectedly uncovered such a treasure—a legacy that could greatly benefit the Yun clan.

 

“Shuang’er once said that the world of cultivation encompasses a hundred crafts,” Yun Yunshan continued. “Our clan is still in its infancy and has no such inheritance of its own.

 

“But now, the heavens have smiled upon the Yun family. We’ve stumbled upon these tomes—priceless knowledge. If someone in our clan can master the art of artifact crafting, we’ll have a steady supply of resources for future cultivation endeavors!”

 

Standing beside him, Yun Yunyue could not help but share in his brother’s joy. His gaze turned to the corpse that had long since turned to dust. Bowing deeply, he clasped his hands in respect.

 

“Junior Yun Yunyue, of the Yun clan from the valley below, humbly greets the senior before us. We have come to the mountains by chance and, through fate, encountered your legacy. I swear, this inheritance shall not be squandered but brought to flourish by our clan!”

 

As if hearing these words, the corpse seated on the stone bed disintegrated into ashes with the passing mountain wind.

 

Amid the pile of dust lay a small gray cloth pouch, no larger than a coin purse. Though plain in appearance, it seemed oddly out of place.

 

“What could this be?” Yun Yunyue muttered, picking up the pouch with a puzzled expression.

 

“If it belonged to a cultivator, it’s unlikely to be an ordinary object,” Yun Yunshan replied thoughtfully. “We’ll take it back to the clan and ask the old Daoist for his opinion.”

 

“Agreed.” Yun Yunyue nodded, tucking the pouch into his robes.

 

The two brothers resumed their search within the cavern but found nothing further of note. Gathering their clansmen, they prepared to leave.

 

“Brother Yun, your humble servant has come to disturb you once again!”

 

Lu Zizai greeted with a sycophantic smile, bowing slightly in salute.

 

“Lord Lu, what are you saying? There is no such thing as a disturbance when it comes to a visit from you. The gates of the Yun family are always open to you,” Yun Yunyang replied with a courteous smile. Despite the recent elevation of the Yun family to the status of a cultivation clan, he showed no airs of superiority in his dealings with Lu Zizai.

 

“Brother Yun, your sincerity is truly admirable! I must say, I enjoy dealing with people like you,” Lu Zizai said, visibly pleased. His words won him no small amount of admiration from the wealthy merchants and dignitaries accompanying him, who now viewed him with increased respect.

 

“This time, I come bearing a special gift from the imperial court—a plaque granted by royal decree to honor the Yun Cang Yun Clan!” Lu Zizai declared grandly, leading Yun Yunyang to a large plaque covered with red cloth. With a theatrical flourish, he gestured toward the plaque and said, “Brother Yun, please unveil it.”

 

Yun Yunyang cupped his hands in gratitude, then stepped forward and lifted the red cloth. Beneath it was a massive plaque carved from golden phoebe wood, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly luster.

 

The four characters etched into the wood, Yun Cang Yun Clan, danced like dragons and phoenixes, exuding an air of majesty.

 

Yun Yunyang read the inscription softly, his face breaking into a smile. “Yun Cang Yun Clan…”

 

“Brother Yun,” Lu Zizai chimed in, “I hope you’re satisfied with this plaque from the imperial court. If there are any shortcomings, do let me know, and I will report back so that another one can be made.”

 

“Lord Lu, there’s no need for such trouble. This plaque is perfect—I couldn’t be more pleased!” Yun Yunyang replied.

 

“Excellent, excellent! Then I shall order my men to mount this royal plaque above the gates of your estate at once.”

 

“I’ll trouble you for that!” Yun Yunyang said with a smile.

 

“No trouble at all,” Lu Zizai replied, his sycophantic grin widening. Turning to the craftsmen carrying the plaque, he barked sharply, “What are you waiting for? Hang this plaque above the Yun family gates immediately! If there’s any mishap, I’ll have your heads!”

 

The craftsmen dared not delay. They carefully carried the massive plaque to the gates of the Yun family estate. With painstaking precision, they secured it atop the entrance.

 

The plaque’s imposing presence added an undeniable air of grandeur to the previously modest Yun family estate.

 

Once the plaque was hung, Lu Zizai ordered the accompanying musicians to strike up the drums and play their suonas. Firecrackers were lit, their crackling bursts celebrating the official recognition of the Yun Cang Yun Clan.

 

From his reclined position in the courtyard, Yun Yanshui listened to the commotion outside. The beating of drums, the wail of suonas, and the crackle of firecrackers drew his attention.

 

“It’s lively out there!” he remarked lazily.

 

“Word is the imperial plaque has arrived,” Yun Yandong replied, running back from outside. He plopped down under the shade of a tree, gnawing on a watermelon slice. “Uncle Yunyang is greeting Lord Lu right now.

 

“Also, a bunch of wealthy merchants and dignitaries from Yun Cang County have come to congratulate our family. They brought a mountain of gifts—gold, jewels, grains, and even rare medicinal herbs like ginseng and lingzhi!”

 

“Now that our clan has been elevated to a cultivation family, Uncle Yunyang will probably throw a grand banquet tonight,” Yun Yanshui said, his eyes lighting up. The mere thought of a feast laden with chicken, fish, and other delicacies made him salivate.

 

“Most likely! Heh, looks like we’ll eat well tonight, Brother Yanshui,” Yun Yandong laughed.

 

“Look at your silly grin!” Yun Yanshui chided, shaking his head in mock disdain.

 

Suddenly, a warm flow of energy surged through Yun Yanshui’s dantian. It came from the soul imprints of his younger sister and Brother Yantian, who were both cultivating elsewhere. The influx of energy caused the spiritual power within his nearly full dantian to compress and coalesce, forming a hair-thin thread of immense density.

 

This thread was far stronger and more resilient than those formed during his previous breakthroughs.

 

“Breath Embryo Third Level,” Yun Yanshui murmured, sensing his progress. “It seems my sister and Brother Yantian have both improved. Though neither has broken through yet, judging by their soul imprints, it won’t be long now.

 

“When they do, I’ll be able to advance further myself. Having two siblings who can cultivate is truly a blessing!”

 

Chapter 35 Lanlin Sun Clan

 

The moon hung high in a sparse sky as a carriage sped along the winding mountain road, heading straight for Yuncang Mountain.

 

“Father, I still don’t understand,” a young boy of around fifteen, clad in luxurious robes, said from inside the carriage. His brows furrowed as he gazed at the scholarly middle-aged man seated across from him. “Why must we make this long journey to visit the Yun Cang Yun Clan?

 

“The Yun family is merely a newly anointed cultivation clan, conferred by the imperial court. Our Sun family has three spiritual root descendants, while the Yun family only has two. By all logic, it should be they who come to pay respects to us, not the other way around.”

 

This youth was Sun Fenglin, a spiritual root descendant of the Blue Lin Sun Clan, currently at the Breath Embryo Second Layer of cultivation. Among the clan’s three spiritual root cultivators, he alone had advanced to this level, thanks to a technique the elders had recovered from the remnants of a rogue cultivator’s abode.

 

“Fenglin,” the middle-aged man, Sun Tianming, said calmly, “I’ve told you before—do not underestimate the Yun family just because they are a newly established cultivation clan. They are neighbors to our Blue Lin Sun Clan, and maintaining a cordial relationship is in our best interest. There will undoubtedly be times when our paths cross.”

 

He paused, his expression turning serious. “Moreover, your second uncle, who serves in the court, specifically urged me to establish friendly ties with the Yun Cang Yun Clan and to avoid any hostility at all costs. You know your second uncle well—he never gives warnings without reason. The information he has access to far surpasses what we know. His caution suggests the Yun family is far more formidable than they appear. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, Father,” Sun Fenglin replied reluctantly, nodding despite his dissatisfaction.

 

“Good. When we’re guests in the Yun household, you must restrain yourself. Don’t let them notice any hint of displeasure.”

 

“I understand!” Sun Fenglin answered with a hint of impatience. Lifting the curtain, he gazed out at the night-shrouded scenery.

 

In the distance, a massive mountain began to take shape under the pale moonlight. Beneath its shadow lay a small village aglow with countless lights. Faintly, the sounds of lively chatter and celebration drifted through the air.

 

Before long, the carriage came to a halt outside the Yun family estate. Stepping down alongside his father, Sun Fenglin’s eyes caught sight of a blind Daoist reclining under a grove of willow trees. The old man was indulging himself in fine wine and delicacies, paying no mind to the world around him.

 

After polishing off his meal, the blind Daoist sprawled out on a stone bench and promptly fell asleep, his thunderous snores echoing across the night.

 

Ignoring the eccentric figure, Sun Fenglin followed his father toward the estate gates. There, they were stopped by Yun family guards who, upon seeing their luxurious attire, refrained from acting rudely. “May I ask who you are?” one of the guards inquired politely.

 

“I am Sun Tianming of the Blue Lin Sun Clan,” the elder man replied with a warm smile, cupping his hands in greeting. “I’ve brought my son here to pay respects.”

 

“The Blue Lin Sun Clan?” The guard blinked, the name sounding vaguely familiar. After a moment’s thought, he recalled the Record of Notable Families distributed within the Yun clan—a compendium that detailed the fifty-two cultivation families within Yue Kingdom. Indeed, one of those families identified themselves as the Blue Lin Sun Clan.

 

“So, you’re from the Sun Clan,” the guard said, quickly returning the gesture. “Please wait here for a moment while I inform the elders.”

 

With a nod from Sun Tianming, the guard hurried inside the estate.

 

Inside, the Yun estate was abuzz with celebration. Lanterns illuminated the courtyard, their warm glow reflecting the joy of the evening. The clan had spared no expense in hosting a grand feast to commemorate their elevation to a cultivation family.

 

Children darted between tables, playing and laughing. Adults gathered in clusters, their chatter filled with mirth as they enjoyed the food and drink. Women sat together, exchanging tales of family life and household matters, adding to the atmosphere of warmth and harmony.

 

At the center of it all was Yun Yunyang, accompanied by the clan’s key members. He conversed with Lu Zizai, Chang Yuan, and other dignitaries from Yuncang County’s administration while also exchanging toasts with the wealthy merchants and nobles who had come to congratulate the family.

 

“Brother Yun,” a rotund merchant in luxurious attire addressed him with a beaming smile, “I noticed some excellent plots of land outside your estate. Would you consider selling one to me? Just name your price, and I’ll pay it without bargaining.”

 

Hearing this, several other merchants chimed in eagerly, expressing their willingness to pay exorbitant prices to acquire land near the Yun family estate. Their ultimate goal was to build grand villas nearby, allowing their families to move closer to the Yun family.

 

It was the age-old strategy of proximity and opportunity—being neighbors to the Yun clan could lead to invaluable connections. Some hoped to marry their daughters into the Yun family, forging alliances through matrimony. Others dreamed of offering their sons as sons-in-law to the clan.

 

For many, these aspirations were the true reason behind the lavish gifts they had brought to the feast.

 

“This is not a decision I can make lightly,” Yun Yunyang said with a measured smile, addressing the eager merchants and dignitaries. “I’ll need to discuss the matter with my clan before we make any arrangements. How does that sound?”

 

He was well aware of the intentions behind their flattering words. Many of them wished to marry their daughters into the Yun family or offer their sons as sons-in-law, hoping to establish ties that would secure their clan’s prosperity. Yun Yunyang himself was not opposed to such arrangements; after all, expanding the Yun bloodline might bring forth more descendants with spiritual roots.

 

However, he was reluctant to see the area around Yuncang Mountain overrun with wealthy families. As the Yun clan grew, they would need space to expand their estate. Allowing too many outsiders to settle nearby could become a hindrance.

 

“That’s fair,” one of the merchants replied, sensing the polite refusal in Yun Yunyang’s words. The others exchanged knowing glances and began devising alternate strategies. Many resolved to encourage their younger generations to socialize with the Yun family’s descendants, hoping to lay the groundwork for future alliances.

 

“Come, Brother! A toast to your clan’s glorious future!” The rotund merchant raised his cup and downed his wine in one gulp.

 

Yun Yunyang, however, did not drink himself. His cousin Yun Yunrui stepped in, taking the drink on his behalf.

 

At that moment, a Yun family guard approached Yun Yunyang’s side and whispered, “Yunyang, someone from the Blue Lin Sun Clan has come to visit.”

 

“Quickly, invite them in!” Yun Yunyang’s face lit up with delight.

 

He had long intended to visit the Sun clan to establish ties between their families, but the pressing responsibilities of managing a growing clan had delayed his plans. The Sun clan’s visit was a fortuitous opportunity he could not ignore.

 

Turning to the gathered guests, Yun Yunyang addressed them with a polite bow. “Lord Lu, Lord Chang, esteemed guests, please continue enjoying the feast. I must step away briefly to greet our visitors.”

 

With that, he left the banquet, accompanied by Yun Yunrui, Yun Yantian, and Yun Yanshuang, heading toward the estate gates.

 

“Yun Yunyang greets Brother Tianming,” he said warmly as he approached. On the way, he had inquired about the visitor from the guards and learned that it was Sun Tianming, the patriarch of the Blue Lin Sun Clan. The Sun clan was renowned for its three spiritual root cultivators, the strongest being Sun Fenglin, Tianming’s eldest son, who had reached the Breath Embryo Second Layer.

 

“Brother Yunyang, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Sun Tianming replied, cupping his hands in return. Recognizing Yun Yunyang as the head of the Yun Cang Yun Clan, he was quick to show respect.

 

“To think that Brother Tianming would make the journey here late at night—I’m truly honored,” Yun Yunyang said, his tone genuine. “I had been planning to visit the Sun clan myself once our clan affairs settled. It seems you’ve saved me the trouble!”

 

“You’re too kind, Brother Yunyang,” Sun Tianming said modestly, then gestured toward the young man standing beside him. “This is my eldest son, Sun Fenglin.”

 

“So this is your eldest! Welcome, Fenglin.” Yun Yunyang’s gaze softened as he turned to the boy. “Come forward and greet your Uncle Yunyang.”

 

“Sun Fenglin greets Uncle Yunyang,” the young man said, bowing respectfully. Despite his earlier frustrations about the visit, he concealed his dissatisfaction, mindful of his father’s warnings.

 

“What a fine son you have, Brother Tianming!” Yun Yunyang said, clearly impressed.

 

“You flatter me, Brother Yunyang,” Sun Tianming replied humbly. “And these two must be the Yun family’s spiritual root descendants?”

 

“Indeed, they are,” Yun Yunyang said, motioning to the two standing behind him. “Tian’er, Shuang’er, come forward and greet Uncle Tianming.”

 

Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang stepped forward, bowing respectfully. “Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang greet Uncle Tianming.”

 

Sun Fenglin’s eyes widened as he observed the siblings. His heart sank, and a wave of disbelief washed over him. Both of them were at the Breath Embryo Second Level, but their cultivation bases were clearly far more stable than his own. The spiritual energy within them was denser and more refined.

 

What stunned him most was Yun Yanshuang, the younger of the two. She was obviously on the verge of breaking through to the next realm—something he could not fathom.

 

How could this be? The Yun family was supposed to have only recently produced its first spiritual root descendants. How could they have advanced so quickly… and surpassed him so easily?

 

Chapter 36: There is always someone better

 

“Father and Second Uncle have been in the mountains for quite a while, haven’t they?” Yun 

 

Yanshui asked absentmindedly, sitting on a stool after eating his fill at the feast. His thoughts drifted to his father and uncle, who had led a group into Yuncang Mountain several days ago. Their prolonged absence weighed on him, filling his heart with unease.

 

“It’s been almost four days,” Yun Qin, his mother, replied with a trace of worry in her voice. While she often reassured herself that her husband and brother-in-law were battle-hardened men who had survived countless life-or-death situations during their military service, their delayed return still gnawed at her nerves.

 

“Mother, how about I sneak into the mountains tomorrow to look for them?” Yanshui suggested. “It’s been so many days, and I’m worried something might have happened to them.”

 

Yun Qin hesitated but eventually nodded. “Alright, but you must be extremely careful if you go alone.”

 

“Don’t worry, Mother. I’ll be fine,” Yanshui said, his resolve firm.

 

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall, Yun Yunyang entered with Sun Tianming and his son Sun Fenglin. He began introducing them to the key figures at the feast.

 

“Lord Lu, allow me to introduce the head of the Blue Lin Sun Clan—Brother Sun Tianming,” Yun Yunyang said warmly.

 

Lu Zizai, the magistrate of Yuncang County, was no stranger to the existence of cultivation families within Yue Kingdom. The Blue Lin Sun Clan was one of the prominent ones, having established their reputation many years ago. He had heard that Sun Tianming’s eldest son, Sun Fenglin, was the first in their family to be discovered with spiritual root potential.

 

The Sun family’s rise began when Sun Tianming’s second brother, who held an official post at the imperial court, had borrowed a spiritual root-detecting stone from an imperial cultivator. Upon testing their family members, they discovered not only Sun Fenglin but also two other children with spiritual roots. Overjoyed, they reported this to the emperor, and the Sun family was officially recognized as a cultivation clan. They now governed Blue Lin County, home to tens of thousands.

 

“It’s an honor to meet you, Patriarch Sun,” Lu Zizai greeted with a respectful bow.

 

“The honor is mine, Lord Lu,” Sun Tianming replied humbly, returning the gesture.

 

Yun Yunyang continued the introductions. “Brother Sun, this is Chang Yuan, the county captain who commands three thousand soldiers in Yuncang County. And this is Qin Yang, the wealthiest man in our county.”

 

As Yun Yunyang introduced the other guests—merchants and dignitaries from Yuncang County—Sun Tianming greeted each of them with politeness and respect, leaving them visibly flattered.

 

Finally, Yun Yunyang introduced the core members of the Yun family. “This is my Second Uncle Yun Lidi, my Third Uncle Yun Liguan, and my Fourth Uncle Yun Lihuang. These are my cousins Yun Yunrui and Yun Yunxun…”

 

Sun Tianming greeted each member graciously, making a favorable impression on the Yun clan.

 

“Brother Sun, please, have a seat. You and your son are guests—there’s no need to stand on ceremony,” Yun Yunyang said, ushering them to the table. “Our fare is simple, but I hope you won’t find it lacking.”

 

As they dined, Yun Yunyang and Sun Tianming spoke with the ease of old friends, their lively conversation punctuated by laughter. It was as if they were reuniting after years apart, sharing a deep camaraderie that belied their first meeting.

 

When the banquet began to wind down, Sun Tianming produced a simple yet elegant box from his robes. “Brother Yunyang, this evening’s conversation has been a delight. As you know, the Blue Lin Sun Clan is still in its early stages of development and has little to offer in terms of treasures. However, to commemorate your Yun clan’s recognition as the fifty-second cultivation family in Yue Kingdom, I have brought a small gift. I hope you’ll accept it.”

 

Yun Yunyang accepted the box with a polite smile and opened it carefully. Inside lay a radiant orb the size of a goose egg, its surface shimmering with five colors, like a luminous pearl.

 

“Brother Sun, what is this remarkable object?” Yun Yunyang asked, his curiosity piqued.

 

“This is a Spiritual Root Stone,” Sun Tianming explained with a smile.

 

“A Spiritual Root Stone?” Yun Yunyang repeated, puzzled.

 

“It’s an artifact my second brother obtained from an imperial cultivator at court. It can be used to test whether someone has spiritual roots. When placed near a person, the stone’s glow will reveal their potential. Six colors indicate fifth-grade roots, five colors indicate fourth-grade roots, and so on.”

 

Sun Tianming’s tone was light, but the significance of the artifact was undeniable.

 

“Incredible… Such a wondrous object is far too precious. I can’t possibly accept it,” Yun Yunyang said, startled by the generous gift.

 

“Brother Yunyang, please don’t refuse. This is not some priceless immortal treasure—it simply reveals whether someone has spiritual roots. Our Sun family already has another, so this spare one was merely sitting unused. I thought it would make a fitting gift,” Sun Tianming reassured him.

 

“In that case, I gratefully accept. Thank you, Brother Sun!” Yun Yunyang said, bowing deeply in gratitude.

 

Though the Spiritual Root Stone was not an invaluable artifact, its usefulness to a growing family like the Yun clan was immense. With it, they could test every child born into the clan, uncovering potential cultivators and securing a brighter future for their lineage.

 

“Haha! Brother Yunyang, you’re too kind!” Sun Tianming said with a hearty laugh. “It’s already late, and I should return to attend to some matters in the clan. Brother Yunyang, I hope you’ll visit the Sun family someday when you have the time.”

 

“You’re leaving so soon? Brother Tianming, why don’t you and your son stay the night here? You can head back tomorrow,” Yun Yunyang suggested warmly.

 

“No, the clan’s affairs are pressing. I’ve only managed to steal away for a brief visit,” Sun Tianming declined politely.

 

“In that case, let me see you off,” Yun Yunyang insisted.

 

He led a group of family members to personally escort Sun Tianming and his son out of the Yun family estate.

 

“Take care on the road, Brother Tianming,” Yun Yunyang said as he clasped his hands in a farewell gesture.

 

“Until next time, Brother Yunyang,” Sun Tianming replied, returning the gesture. He and Sun Fenglin climbed into their carriage, which disappeared into the night.

 

Inside the carriage, Sun Fenglin’s expression was unusually serious. “Father, you were right. The Yun family must not be underestimated.”

 

“Oh? What did you notice?” Sun Tianming asked with a curious smile.

 

“Earlier, I observed the Yun family’s two spiritual root descendants. Both are at the Breath Embryo Second Level, equal to me in cultivation. However, their spiritual energy is far more refined and stable than mine.

 

“That little girl in particular—she’s on the verge of breaking through to the Breath Embryo Third Layer!” Sun Fenglin’s voice carried a mix of disbelief and frustration. “The Yun family has only recently discovered their spiritual root descendants, yet their progress is astonishing. I fear the fortuitous opportunities they’ve encountered far surpass those of our Sun family.”

 

As he recounted his observations, Sun Fenglin felt a growing sense of unease.

 

Sun Tianming fell silent for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. “It seems your Second Uncle’s warnings were well-founded. I’m glad I made the effort to visit the Yun Cang Yun Clan despite my busy schedule. Building good relations with them will undoubtedly benefit our Sun family in the future.”

 

“I must admit, Father,” Sun Fenglin said, his tone resigned, “I was puzzled on the way here. The Yun family is a newly anointed cultivation clan, with only two spiritual root descendants. Why would the imperial court grant them an annual supply of twenty lower-grade spirit stones and thirty catties of spirit rice?

 

“After seeing the abilities of their spiritual root descendants, I now understand—there is always someone stronger, someone more extraordinary.”

 

“I’m glad you’ve come to that realization,” Sun Tianming said with approval. “To be honest, I was worried you might let your dissatisfaction show and offend the Yun family.”

 

The question of the court’s favor had also lingered in Sun Tianming’s mind. Among Yue Kingdom’s fifty-one existing cultivation clans, only a select few received regular support in the form of spirit stones and rice. Even his own Sun family, with three spiritual root descendants, had not earned such recognition.

 

The court was notoriously judicious in allocating its limited cultivation resources, reserving them for families it deemed especially promising. The Yun family, as the fifty-second cultivation clan, had secured this rare privilege, marking them as a family of exceptional potential.

 

“Now, I truly envy the Yun family,” Sun Fenglin admitted with a sigh.

 

“Don’t worry,” Sun Tianming said reassuringly. “Our Sun family is quietly working on its own growth. In time, everything will improve.”

 

“I’ll remember your words, Father,” Sun Fenglin said, nodding solemnly.

 

The next morning, as the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Yun Yanshui rose early. After quickly washing up and informing his mother, he set out toward Yuncang Mountain to search for his father and uncle, who had not yet returned.

 

However, as he reached the foot of the mountain, he spotted a group emerging from the dense forest. It was his father, Yun Yunshan, and Second Uncle Yun Yunyue, leading their party back after days in the wilderness.

 

“Father! Second Uncle!” Yun Yanshui called out joyfully. Relief washed over him as he saw them safe and sound.

 

“Yanshui? What are you doing here so early?” Yun Yunshan asked, surprised to see his son waiting for them.

 

“I was worried about you. I thought something might have happened in the mountains,” Yanshui admitted.

 

“You shouldn’t have acted so recklessly,” Yun Yunyue said sternly, frowning. “The depths of Yun cang Mountain are full of dangerous beasts. A child like you could’ve been walking into your own death!”

 

What Yun Yunyue didn’t realize was that his seemingly ordinary nephew was, in fact, a cultivator at the Breath Embryo Third Layer. No beast in the mountain could withstand a single punch from Yanshui.

 

“Hehe! You’re right, Second Uncle,” Yanshui said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “I was too worried and didn’t think it through.”

 

“If you’re ever planning to enter the mountains again, at least take your cousin Yantian with you!” Yun Yunyue scolded. “That rascal doesn’t care about his father’s safety at all, unlike you!”

 

Yanshui chuckled, showing a row of gleaming white teeth. “Yes, Second Uncle, I’ll make sure to bring Yantian next time!”

 

Chapter 37 Gray Cloth Bag

 

“Brother Yunyang, Brother Yunyue and Brother Yunshan have returned!”

 

Yun Yunrui hurried into the ancestral hall, a smile lighting up his face as he delivered the news.

 

“They’ve finally returned! If they hadn’t made it back today, I was planning to send people into the mountains to look for them!” Yun Yunyang exhaled deeply, his worry dissipating.

 

Yun Yunshan and Yun Yunyue had ventured into the mountains to locate the source of the Li Zhai Gorge several days ago. Though Yun Yunyang busied himself with internal clan affairs, his concern for their safety had been a constant undercurrent.

 

Moments later, the dusty and travel-worn figures of Yun Yunyue and Yun Yunshan entered the ancestral hall, accompanied by their party of clansmen. They bowed respectfully to Yun Yunyang, who stood at the head of the hall.

 

“Did everything go smoothly in the mountains?” Yun Yunyang asked, his tone full of concern.

 

“Nothing happened, but the journey was exhausting. Many of our people are quite fatigued,” Yun Yunyue replied.

 

“You’ve all worked hard. Go home and rest well,” Yun Yunyang said, his gaze falling on the weary faces of the returning clansmen. His sincerity was evident.

 

“Brother Yunyang, we’ll take our leave,” one of the returning men said, bowing.

 

“Yes, and I haven’t seen my wife in days!” another chimed in with a laugh.

 

“What, already planning to expand the Yun family?” teased another.

 

“Who has the energy for that right now?” came the retort, met with laughter.

 

The group of clansmen joked and chatted as they departed, relieved and happy to have returned unscathed. All they wanted now was a hot bath and a good long sleep.

 

As they left, Yun Yunyang turned back to his two brothers. “So, what did you find? Did you uncover anything at the source of the Li Zhai Gorge?”

 

“At the source, Fourth Brother and I found three small fragments of spirit stones, which can be used to support Yantian’s and Shuang’er’s cultivation.

 

Additionally, we discovered the remains of a cultivator who had passed away in meditation. From the body, we recovered two ancient texts, a bottle of pills, and a gray cloth pouch,” Yun Yunyue reported, handing over their findings for Yun Yunyang to inspect.

 

“Fourth Brother suggested the ancient texts could serve as a foundation for our clan’s heritage. We could use them to train our own artifact refiners and eventually craft spiritual tools for Yantian and Shuang’er.”

 

“As for the three black pills and the gray cloth pouch, neither Fourth Brother nor I could determine their purpose. Big Brother, you should consult the old Daoist outside the estate. With his wisdom, he’ll surely know their uses.”

 

“Understood. Fourth Brother can keep the ancient texts for now, and I’ll take these two items to the old Daoist,” Yun Yunyang said.

 

“We’ll head home then,” Yun Yunyue said with a nod.

 

“Rest well. You’ve both worked hard these past few days,” Yun Yunyang said, watching his brothers leave. Then, with the bottle of pills and the gray pouch in hand, he made his way toward the willow grove outside the estate.

 

“Big Brother,” Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian called out as they noticed Yun Yunyang approaching. They had been cultivating under the old willow trees and greeted him with bright smiles.

 

“How has your cultivation been these past few days?” Yun Yunyang asked, returning their smiles.

 

“There’s been some progress,” Yantian replied.

 

“Excellent,” Yun Yunyang said, clearly pleased. His gaze shifted to the blind Daoist resting nearby. Bowing respectfully, he said, “Daoist Elder, I have come to seek your wisdom.”

 

“What brings you here, Brother Yunyang?” the blind Daoist asked with a gentle smile.

 

“My brothers recently ventured into the mountains and returned with two items we don’t recognize. We hoped you might help us understand their purpose,” Yun Yunyang explained, placing the jade bottle and gray pouch before the Daoist.

 

Without needing to open his eyes, the Daoist extended his spiritual sense, inspecting the items with ease.

 

“The three black pills in the bottle are called Embyro Pills. They aid cultivation for those in the Breath Embryo Realm. However, judging by their age, the spiritual energy within them has diminished greatly—only about ten percent remains.”

 

“Will they still benefit Yantian and Shuang’er’s cultivation?” Yun Yunyang asked eagerly.

 

“Shuang’er is already at the peak of the Breath Embryo Second Layer and nearing a breakthrough to the Third. Yantian is not far behind. While the pills won’t provide much benefit, they are still safe to consume,” the Daoist explained.

 

“And what about this gray pouch?” Yun Yunyang asked, pointing to the second item.

 

“This is a storage bag, a spiritual artifact of the Yellow Rank, First Grade. It is used for storing items and contains a space approximately one zhang (10 feet) square,” the Daoist replied.

 

Hearing this, Yun Yunyang was astonished. Though the gray pouch appeared unremarkable, it was an artifact with internal space—a wonder to someone accustomed to the mundane tools of the mortal world.

 

“How does one use such an artifact, Daoist Elder?” Yun Yunyang asked, his curiosity piqued.

 

“Only cultivators can use their spiritual sense to open it,” the blind Daoist explained. “Mortals won’t be able to access its contents so easily.”

 

“Thank you, Daoist Elder, for clarifying,” Yun Yunyang said, rising to bow respectfully.

 

Turning to his niece and nephew, he smiled warmly. “You must have heard what your master just said. These three Breath Embryo Pills—how do you two plan to divide them?”

 

With only three pills available, Yun Yunyang chose not to show favoritism, leaving the decision to Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang.

 

“I’ll only take one,” Yun Yantian said immediately. “The remaining two should go to Shuang’er.”

 

“No, Big Brother,” Yun Yanshuang said sweetly, shaking her head. “I’ll only take one. You need the other two more than I do since my progress is faster.”

 

Watching the siblings modestly defer to each other, Yun Yunyang’s heart swelled with pride. This was how Yun family children ought to be—supportive and united.

 

“Since you’re both so considerate, let me make the decision,” Yun Yunyang said, smiling. “Each of you will take one pill. The third will be kept in reserve for when either of you needs it most. How does that sound?”

 

“We’ll leave it to Uncle to decide,” the siblings replied respectfully.

 

“As for this gray pouch, we still don’t know its full contents. Tian’er, use your spiritual sense as your master suggested and see what’s inside,” Yun Yunyang said, handing the storage bag to Yun Yantian.

 

Following the instructions, Yun Yantian extended his spiritual sense into the bag, easily unlocking it. He then began to empty its contents onto the ground.

 

Out came a slightly worn peachwood sword, a short spear with a jet-black shaft, four yellowed talismans of unknown type, and around thirty lower-grade spirit stones.

 

“The peachwood sword and the short spear are both Yellow Rank, First Grade spiritual artifacts,” the Daoist explained between sips of wine. “They’re suitable for self-defense.

 

“The four talismans are Swift Wind Talismans. Attach them to your legs, and they’ll let you move as swiftly as the wind—a useful tool for escaping danger.

 

“As for the spirit stones, I believe you already know their value.”

 

“Tian’er,” Yun Yunyang said with a chuckle, “two spiritual weapons—let Shuang’er pick first. Which one will you choose, Shuang’er?”

 

Shuang’er hesitated, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’ve only ever cultivated under Master’s guidance. I don’t know how to wield weapons.”

 

Her casual remark struck a chord with Yun Yunyang, who made a mental note. It seemed his niece would need to spend more time with her Second Uncle to learn martial skills. A cultivator who didn’t know how to use a weapon? That was unthinkable—it would be a laughingstock in any circle!

 

“I’ve trained with my father in spear techniques. This short spear suits me well,” Yun Yantian said.

 

“In that case, I’ll take the peachwood sword,” Yun Yanshuang said with a smile. “I’ll ask Second Uncle to teach me how to use it when I have the time.”

 

The siblings divided the spiritual weapons between them, then split the four talismans evenly.

 

As for the spirit stones, neither sibling wanted to use them unnecessarily. They both understood the importance of preserving such resources for the clan’s future development.

 

“Since you’ve finished dividing the items, the storage bag will remain in the clan’s care,” Yun Yunyang said, taking the bag. “It can be used to store the spirit stones and the remaining Breath Embryo Pill, ensuring they don’t fall into the wrong hands.”

 

Yun Yunyang smiled, satisfied with the resolution. He then turned to the Daoist. “Daoist Elder, I’ll take my leave now. Thank you for your guidance, and I hope to visit you again soon.”

 

After bidding farewell to the blind Daoist, Yun Yunyang returned to the estate. His mind was already turning to the next matter—arranging a marriage for his daughter.

 

Chapter 38: The Sword Has No End

 

“Father, are these the two ancient texts you found in the mountains?” YunYanshui asked curiously, his eyes lighting up as he gazed at Hundred Essentials of Artifact Crafting and Compendium of All Spiritual Mines. His excitement was evident.

 

“Yes,” YunYunshan replied with a nod.

 

“For now,” he continued, “your task is to transcribe the contents of these two books into new copies and store them in the cellar for your own study. Once you’ve finished, I’ll return these ancient texts to the ancestral hall for safekeeping by the clan.”

 

The blind Daoist had advised that Yanshuang and Yantian should focus solely on cultivation for the time being. Learning artifact crafting or talisman-making could wait.

 

YunYunshan, though skilled in blacksmithing, was still a mortal. He lacked the knowledge and strength to perform artifact crafting in the manner of cultivators. The most suitable candidate for this task was his son, YunYanshui.

 

Yanshui didn’t need to cultivate on his own. As long as Yantian and Yanshuang progressed, his cultivation would advance naturally. Thus, it was unnecessary for him to waste his time and energy on arduous training.

 

Keeping this in mind, YunYunshan entrusted the two ancient texts to Yanshui, tasking him with transcribing them and secretly studying artifact crafting in the cellar.

 

“I understand, Father,” Yanshui said, grinning ear to ear. He carefully tucked the books into his arms and darted off toward the cellar.

 

Watching his son’s retreating figure, YunYunshan’s face softened with a warm smile. He believed that Yanshui’s potential would surpass even that of his daughter and Yantian. However, due to the unique nature of his talents, it wasn’t something that could be openly displayed.

 

Perhaps it was better this way. Yanshui, operating in the shadows, could serve as a hidden trump card for the Yunfamily, ready to strike unexpectedly when the time came.

 

“You’ve worked hard these past few days, going into the mountains and worrying about Yanshui’s future,” YunQin said, approaching her husband. “Hurry up and change out of those clothes. I’ll wash them for you. Go wash up and rest for a bit.”

 

“Alright,” YunYunshan said with a wide grin.

 

After finishing their cultivation for the day, YunYanshuang and YunYantian came to visit their Second Uncle.

 

“Shuang’er? What brings you here?” YunYunyue asked, sheathing his blade as he turned to see his niece. His face lit up with a smile.

 

“Father,” Yantian said, stepping forward, “Shuang’er and I each received a spiritual weapon today. I got a short spear, and Shuang’er got a peachwood sword.

 

“But Shuang’er is still young and has been learning breathing techniques and other basics from her master. She doesn’t know how to use weapons yet, so…”

 

“So Shuang’er wants to learn swordsmanship from Second Uncle?” YunYunyue crouched down to look at his adorable niece, his expression full of affection.

 

“Yes!” Shuang’er nodded firmly, determination shining in her eyes.

 

“Second Uncle used to run a martial arts school,” YunYunyue said with a hearty laugh. “I also served in the army and became proficient in various weapons and unarmed combat. If Shuang’er wants to learn, Second Uncle will gladly teach her.

 

“Starting tomorrow, once you’re done with your cultivation, come spend some time with me. I’ll teach you how to wield a sword,” he said.

 

“Thank you, Second Uncle!” Shuang’er said with a sweet smile.

 

“Silly child, no need to be so formal with your Second Uncle.”

 

“Tian’er,” YunYunyue called to his son, “go to the kitchen and prepare a good meal for your sister.”

 

“Got it, Father,” Yantian replied enthusiastically, heading off to the kitchen.

 

YunYunyue walked over to the weapons rack, drew a long sword with a resonant clang, and held it aloft. In the glow of the setting sun, the blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light.

 

“Shuang’er, before you start practicing swordsmanship, you must first learn the basic movements.

 

“The sword has eight fundamental actions: thrust, chop, flick, hang, sweep, stab, snap, and block.”

 

As he spoke, YunYunyue demonstrated each movement, his long sword weaving through the air with precision. Though he was merely showcasing the basics, his fluid transitions made the techniques seem like a deadly combat sequence. Shuang’er watched in awe, unable to stop herself from clapping in admiration.

 

“Second Uncle, you’re amazing!” she exclaimed.

 

YunYunyue sheathed his sword and exhaled deeply, smiling at his niece’s enthusiastic applause. “What I showed you is just the combination of the eight basic sword movements into a simple sequence. It’s not particularly impressive. But if you master these moves, with your abilities as a cultivator, you can unleash tremendous power.”

 

“Second Uncle, is swordsmanship really this simple? Just these eight movements?” Shuang’er asked curiously.

 

“Of course not,” YunYunyue said with a chuckle. “There are many martial arts sects in Yue Kingdom, and they’ve developed a variety of swordsmanship techniques. Some sects even specialize in sword training…”

 

“The ancestors of those martial sects devoted generations to perfecting their swordsmanship. The techniques they created far surpass the eight basic moves I just showed you,” YunYunyue said with a gentle smile, patting YunYanshuang’s head. “When you’re older and venture out into the world, you might have the chance to meet these sects and learn from them.”

 

“Mm! When the opportunity comes, I’ll definitely explore the outside world to broaden my horizons,” Yanshuang replied, her face full of determination.

 

“Good,” YunYunyue said, his smile widening. “But for now, remember this as you begin your sword training.”

 

“What is it, Second Uncle?” Yanshuang asked, her curiosity piqued.

 

“The path of the sword is endless,” YunYunyue said solemnly.

 

“I’ll remember your words, Second Uncle,” Yanshuang replied earnestly.

 

“Father, Shuang’er, come quickly! Dinner’s ready. I made some ginseng black chicken soup,” YunYantian called out as he entered the courtyard, carrying a large bowl of steaming soup. “Big Uncle sent us some ginseng, so this is perfect to help you both replenish your energy.”

 

The Yunfamily, now a recognized cultivation clan, had recently received many lavish gifts from the wealthy merchants and dignitaries of Yuncang County. Among these were rare medicinal herbs like ginseng, lingzhi, fleeceflower root, and cordyceps—far too many to count.

 

Fearing the herbs would spoil if left unused, YunYunyang had ordered them distributed throughout the clan to improve the health and vitality of its members. After all, a stronger, healthier population might lead to more descendants with spiritual roots.

 

“Wow! It smells amazing!” Yanshuang exclaimed, her nose twitching as the aroma reached her.

 

“If it smells good, then eat more and drink plenty,” Yantian said with a grin as he ladled out bowls of soup for his sister and father.

 

Meanwhile, in the cellar, YunYanshui was engrossed in transcribing Hundred Essentials of Artifact Crafting and Compendium of All Spiritual Mines. The sound of the cellar door opening broke his focus as YunYunshan entered, carrying a tray of food.

 

“Father,” Yanshui greeted, looking up briefly before returning to his work.

 

“Your sister will be spending some time with your Second Uncle to learn swordsmanship. She won’t be coming home for now,” YunYunshan said, setting the food on the table. He watched his son diligently copying the texts, his heart swelling with pride.

 

“Shuang’er wants to learn swordsmanship? Why the sudden interest?” Yanshui asked, pausing his transcription.

 

“We found two spiritual weapons in the mountains. Your brother got a short spear, and your sister got a peachwood sword. Since she’s never trained with a sword before, she decided to learn from your Second Uncle,” YunYunshan explained.

 

“Ah, I see,” Yanshui said, nodding in understanding.

 

“Father, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something,” Yanshui said, setting down his brush.

 

“What is it?” YunYunshan asked.

 

“Speaking of spiritual weapons, I’d like to have a spiritual bow and arrows of my own. Regular bows can’t withstand the spiritual energy flowing through me.”

 

“That’s a fair point,” YunYunshan said, frowning as he began to consider the problem. “But our clan doesn’t have spiritual bows, nor do we have artifact refiners or the necessary materials. Getting you a suitable weapon might be difficult.”

 

Yanshui chuckled, seeing his father’s troubled expression. “Don’t worry, Father. While transcribing Hundred Essentials of Artifact Crafting, I came across a method for creating a spiritual bow and arrows.”

 

“Oh? Tell me more,” YunYunshan said, intrigued.

 

“Father, you still have that black war bow, don’t you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“The book explains that by melting spirit stones and combining their essence with ordinary iron, you can create a material called spiritual iron, which can then be used to craft spiritual artifacts.

 

“However, this mixed-method refining process only produces low-grade spiritual artifacts—likely unranked.”

 

“So it requires spirit stones? How many do you need?”

 

“The more spirit stones we use, the better the result. But with the clan’s resources stretched thin…” Yanshui trailed off, hesitant.

 

“I have three small spirit stone fragments with me,” YunYunshan said after a moment. “If that’s not enough, I’ll find a way to ask your sister for more.”

 

Chapter 39: Supervising the Works

 

“Daoist Elder, Yunshan has come to visit,” Yun Yunshan called out, bowing respectfully as he approached the willow grove outside the estate.

 

He placed a jar of his cherished Nu’er Hong wine on the stone table, along with half a pound of beef and some peanuts, perfect accompaniments for drinking.

 

“Haha! Brother Yunshan, you’re too generous,” the blind Daoist chuckled. He eagerly opened the jar, letting the aroma of the wine waft through the air before taking a deep gulp.

 

“Daoist Elder, you look better and better these days,” Yun Yunshan said with a smile.

 

“Haha! Two years of rest and recuperation have done wonders,” the Daoist replied, clearly pleased. “So, Brother Yunshan, what brings you here today?”

 

“I came to check on my daughter,” Yun Yunshan replied. “There are a few things I need to discuss with her.”

 

“Go ahead,” the Daoist said with a hearty laugh, turning his attention back to his wine and food as Yun Yunshan walked off to find Yun Yanshuang.

 

In the distance, Yun Yanshuang was sparring with Yun Yantian, practicing the basic sword techniques she had just learned.

 

Despite only seeing her Second Uncle demonstrate the movements once the previous day, Yanshuang had memorized them effortlessly. Her talent seemed extraordinary, whether it was due to her natural aptitude or her cultivation as a spiritual root descendant.

 

Each movement—thrust, sweep, flick, cloud, and hang—flowed seamlessly into the next. It was as if she had practiced swordsmanship for over a decade. Using just the basic techniques, she managed to hold her ground against Yantian, who wielded a short spear.

 

“Shuang’er, your talent is remarkable,” Yantian said as the match ended. He lowered his spear and looked at her in awe. “You’ve mastered the basic sword techniques after seeing them just once. It’s incredible.”

 

“Brother Yantian, you’re exaggerating,” Yanshuang said humbly, smiling. “Second Uncle said that the path of the sword is endless. I’m just getting started.”

 

“There’s no need to be modest,” Yantian said with a grin. “I truly believe you’ll become a great swordmaster one day. Maybe even a sword immortal, like Master mentioned. Who knows?”

 

“A sword immortal…” Yanshuang mused, her eyes lighting up. “That would be amazing! I’ll work hard to reach that goal.”

 

She recalled her master’s description of sword immortals—cultivators who had mastered the way of the sword to the point where their sword intent was unmatched. They could take an enemy’s head from a thousand miles away or ride their swords through the skies, exploring mountains and rivers with unparalleled freedom.

 

“Fourth Uncle,” Yantian called out, noticing Yun Yunshan approaching. He quickly bowed in greeting.

 

“You two are sparring?” Yun Yunshan asked, having seen a glimpse of their duel as he arrived. He was amazed at the skill his daughter displayed.

 

Although she had little prior training in swordsmanship, her mastery of the techniques seemed equivalent to years—if not decades—of practice. It was yet another reminder of the remarkable abilities of cultivators.

 

“Yes,” Yantian replied with a laugh. “Shuang’er only saw my father demonstrate the basic sword techniques yesterday, but she’s already mastered them. I sparred with her to test her skills, and I was genuinely shocked at how well she performed.”

 

“Haha! Good work,” Yun Yunshan said, nodding with approval.

 

“Father,” Yanshuang said as she approached him.

 

“Yantian, go back to your cultivation. I need to speak with your sister,” Yun Yunshan instructed.

 

“Yes, Fourth Uncle,” Yantian said, bowing before retreating to the willow grove.

 

“What brings you here so early, Father?” Yanshuang asked curiously.

 

“I want to craft a spiritual bow and arrows, but I’m short on spirit stones,” Yun Yunshan said with a smile.

 

Hearing this, Yanshuang immediately understood that her elder brother must be the one seeking a spiritual bow. He likely had a method to craft it but lacked the necessary materials.

 

“Father, I still have five lower-grade spirit stones left,” Yanshuang said, pulling them out. “Will this be enough?”

 

“All of them? What about your cultivation?” Yun Yunshan asked, concerned.

 

“Don’t worry, Father,” Yanshuang said with a playful grin. “If I run out, I can always ask Big Uncle. That gray storage pouch you and Second Uncle found in the mountains contains over thirty lower-grade spirit stones. Big Uncle has already stored them safely.”

 

“I see,” Yun Yunshan said, finally reassured. He gratefully accepted the five spirit stones from his daughter.

 

“Our family doesn’t have many resources, and it’s been hard on you and Yantian,” Yun Yunshan said with a sigh. “I only hope the family can grow stronger soon, so we can provide more cultivation resources for you both.”

 

As he spoke, his thoughts turned to his son, Yun Yanshui. Yanshui had been quietly studying the art of artifact crafting. If he could manage to craft spiritual artifacts, even ungraded ones, the Yun family could sell them to earn spirit stones.

 

However, this was a long-term plan that required patience and careful preparation.

 

“Father, you don’t need to worry about that,” Yanshuang said with a bright smile. “The imperial court provides our family with spirit stones and spirit rice every year. It’s enough for Brother Yantian and me to cultivate.”

 

“You’re right about that,” Yun Yunshan replied, recalling how their family, officially recognized as the Yun Cang Yun Clan, now received an annual stipend from the court.

 

“Well, that’s enough for now. Go back to your cultivation; I’ll be heading back,” Yun Yunshan said.

 

“Take care, Father,” Yanshuang said, bowing as he left.

 

In the cellar, Yun Yunshan handed the five lower-grade spirit stones he had received from Yanshuang to Yanshui. “I got these from your sister, along with the three fragments I already had. That makes eight stones total.

 

“The family still has over thirty spirit stones, but I can’t take any more. Your sister and Yantian need them for their cultivation.”

 

“This is enough,” Yanshui said with a grin, accepting the stones. “I just want to craft a suitable spiritual bow and arrows for now. I’m not concerned about anything else. Those spirit stones should definitely be reserved for Yantian and the others.”

 

With these eight stones and his father’s black war bow, Yanshui was confident he could create a spiritual bow. If everything went well, it might even become a Yellow Rank, First Grade artifact.

 

“What about the bronze mirror?” Yun Yunshan asked.

 

“It produced two spiritual fruits recently,” Yanshui replied. “But since no new spiritual root descendants have been born in the family, I stored them for later use.”

 

“Good. Let me know if they’re needed,” Yun Yunshan said. “There’s still a lot to handle at the estate, so I’ll leave you to your work.”

 

“Take care, Father.”

 

On their way to an open plot of land outside the estate, Yun Yunyang explained his daughter’s plans to Yun Yunshan. “Ling’er is leading the effort to build a weapons workshop out here. It’s almost finished. The idea is to start producing weapons for sale to bring in income for the family.

 

“You’ve worked with weapons in the military and are skilled in forging. Ling’er and I discussed it, and we think you’re the best person to oversee the workshop.”

 

“Ling’er has a good head for business. She’s been learning from you since she was a child,” Yun Yunshan said with a laugh.

 

“Haha! She’s already arranged for all the necessary tools to be purchased from the nearby town,” Yun Yunyang said. “The smelting furnace is ready, and I’ve written to Lord Lu to request materials. He’s agreed to send us a shipment of ore for refining at no cost.”

 

As the brothers walked, they arrived at the site of the weapons workshop. The spacious structure was nearly complete, with many Yun family members and hired craftsmen busy putting on the finishing touches.

 

“Father, Fourth Uncle,” Yun Yanling called out as she spotted them approaching. Smiling brightly, she walked over to greet them.

 

“You’ve been working so hard lately,” Yun Yunyang said, his tone warm as he patted his daughter’s head. “Managing the progress of the workshop, along with overseeing the textile and dye workshops, must be exhausting.”

 

“The whole family is working hard for the clan. As a direct descendant, how could I do any less?” Ling’er replied.

 

“Well said. You’re truly my daughter,” Yun Yunyang said with pride. “By the way, in a few days, some promising young talents will be visiting our family. When the time comes, I’d like you to join me to meet them.”

 

“I’ll be ready, Father,” Ling’er replied obediently.

 

“Brother, Ling’er, leave the final touches on the workshop to me,” Yun Yunshan said. “The two of you should head back and rest, especially Ling’er. You haven’t been taking proper breaks, and overworking yourself won’t do.”

 

“Haha! Then I’ll leave it to you, Fourth Brother,” Yun Yunyang said with a hearty laugh.

 

Chapter 40: A New Look

 

“Fourth Uncle.”

 

As Yun Yunshan entered the weapons workshop, he was greeted by his two nephews, Yun Yansong and Yun Yanbai.

 

“What are you two doing here?” Yun Yunshan asked, surprised.

 

“Sister Ling’er is overseeing the construction of the workshop, so we thought we’d come and help out,” Yansong replied.

 

“You’re both too young to be doing hard labor here,” Yun Yunshan said with a frown.

 

“It’s alright, Fourth Uncle,” Yanbai said quickly. “We’re just assisting where we can, not doing anything too strenuous.”

 

“Yeah, Sister Ling’er has been working tirelessly. We just wanted to do our part to help her. After all, everyone is contributing to the clan,” Yansong added with a smile.

 

Hearing their earnest words, Yun Yunshan felt a surge of pride. He had watched these two boys grow up, and he remembered how they used to get into trouble as children, learning bad habits from their father, Yun Yunfeng. Their mischief had earned them a poor reputation in the estate.

 

But Yun Yunshan had always believed their core nature wasn’t bad—they just lacked proper guidance. For years, he had wanted to steer them in the right direction but had been unable to because of his brother’s interference.

 

It wasn’t until their eldest brother, Yun Yunyang, returned to the estate that Yansong and Yanbai began to change for the better under his influence.

 

“You’ve both done well. When the family prospers, we’ll make sure to find suitable matches for you—fine young women to continue your line and grow the Yun family,” Yun Yunshan said with a warm smile, ruffling their hair affectionately.

 

“Hehe, Fourth Uncle, we’re still too young for marriage!” Yansong said, scratching his head awkwardly.

 

“At least four or five more years, right, Fourth Uncle?” Yanbai chimed in, laughing.

 

“By the way, where’s your father? Is he still out clearing new fields with the others?” Yun Yunshan asked.

 

“No, Father’s recovered enough to move around, so he came here to help with the workshop. He’s over there, carrying wooden posts,” Yansong said, pointing toward the far side of the workshop.

 

Looking in the direction Yansong indicated, Yun Yunshan saw his third brother, Yun Yunfeng, hauling massive wooden beams alongside other clan members. The sight left him momentarily stunned.

 

He couldn’t believe his eyes—his brother, once notorious for being lazy and scheming, was now actively contributing to the clan’s efforts. Not only that, but Yunfeng seemed to be getting along well with the others.

 

“Hehe, surprised, aren’t you, Fourth Uncle?” Yansong asked, grinning.

 

“We were just as shocked when we saw him helping out after his recovery,” Yanbai added. “But we’re really happy about the change.”

 

After all, what son wouldn’t want to see their father turn over a new leaf and become someone they could be proud of?

 

“It is surprising,” Yun Yunshan admitted, shaking his head with a wry smile. “It seems Big Brother’s punishment really got through to him.”

 

“Father said the same,” Yansong said with a laugh. “He told us that Big Uncle’s beating knocked some sense into him and warned us never to follow his example—unless we wanted to get whipped in front of everyone too!”

 

“Haha! That does sound like something Third Brother would say,” Yun Yunshan said, laughing heartily. “Alright, you two get back to work. I’ll go have a word with your father.”

 

“Okay, Fourth Uncle!” Yansong and Yanbai replied in unison, scampering off to help their uncles and cousins.

 

“Third Brother,” Yun Yunshan called as he approached Yun Yunfeng, who was still carrying wooden posts.

 

“Fourth Brother, what brings you here?” Yunfeng asked, setting down his load and wiping his hands.

 

“I’m here to help monitor the workshop’s progress since Ling’er has been overworking herself,” Yunshan explained.

 

“Ah, I see,” Yunfeng said, nodding in understanding.

 

“I spoke to Yansong and Yanbai earlier. They told me about the changes you’ve made recently. Honestly, Third Brother, I’m impressed,” Yunshan said with a smile.

 

“Come on, don’t flatter me,” Yunfeng replied, waving a dismissive hand. “After getting publicly whipped by Big Brother, I’d have to be a fool to keep messing around. Who knows what he’d do to me next if I didn’t shape up?”

 

Yunfeng handed his brother a bamboo tube filled with fresh water. “Here, have a drink.”

 

“Thanks,” Yun Yunshan said as he accepted the bamboo tube.

 

“No need for thanks between brothers,” Yun Yunfeng replied with a grin, taking another bamboo tube for himself. He gulped down the water and used the cloth on his shoulder to wipe the sweat off his face.

 

“About the… uh… injuries on your backside…”

 

“Don’t bring that up!” Yun Yunfeng interrupted, pointing at his younger brother with mock severity. “That’s ancient history. I’m fine now, so let it go!”

 

“Alright, alright, I won’t mention it again,” Yunshan said, laughing.

 

After a brief pause, Yunfeng grew more serious. “Looking back, I really was out of line back then.”

 

His tone softened as he continued, “The family is in a crucial phase of development now. Big Brother, Second Brother, you, and so many others are working tirelessly for the clan’s future, while I was just lazing around and causing trouble.

 

“If it weren’t for that beating from Big Brother, I’d probably still be the same useless fool.”

 

“No father wants to set a bad example for his sons. I just didn’t think about that when I was younger,” Yunfeng said with a sigh. “But now, seeing how Yansong and Yanbai have turned their lives around under Big Brother’s guidance, I’ve come to realize the importance of being a good role model.”

 

“I’m glad you’ve come to understand this, Third Brother,” Yunshan said, smiling warmly. “I’m sure Big Brother and Second Brother would be just as happy to hear it.”

 

“Let’s keep it between us,” Yunfeng said, waving his hand dismissively. “Big Brother and Second Brother are busy enough with clan matters. I don’t want them worrying about me.”

 

“By the way, you seem to have a good relationship with the blind Daoist Elder,” Yunfeng added casually.

 

“We get along well enough. Why do you ask?” Yunshan replied.

 

“If you see him again, help me apologize. I was rude to him in the past,” Yunfeng admitted.

 

“Why not go and apologize yourself?” Yunshan asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

“You know what I’m like! You think I’d walk up to someone and apologize?” Yunfeng retorted, sounding half-annoyed, half-embarrassed.

 

Yunshan chuckled, shaking his head. He knew his brother too well. Yunfeng’s pride made it nearly impossible for him to offer direct apologies.

 

“Fine. I’ll pass your words along. Knowing the Daoist Elder, he likely hasn’t taken your earlier behavior to heart,” Yunshan assured him.

 

“Thanks, Fourth Brother,” Yunfeng said with a smile. “Alright, I’d better get back to work. The workshop is almost finished.”

 

Feeling a sense of relief after their conversation, Yunfeng headed back to help the others with the construction.

 

“Big Brother really is the only one who can keep Third Brother in line,” Yunshan murmured to himself, watching Yunfeng walk away. With a shake of his head and a soft chuckle, he turned his attention to the workshop.

 

Inside, Yunshan met with the craftsmen and requested that a specialized artifact crafting chamber be added to the workshop before its completion. He had his son Yanshui in mind, knowing the boy would need a proper space to hone his skills.

 

In the cellar, Yun Yanshui was deep in study.

 

“With spiritual energy as the fuel, one can ignite ordinary flames to refine spirit stones and fuse them with base metals, thereby transforming them into spiritual iron…” Yanshui murmured as he transcribed notes from Hundred Essentials of Artifact Crafting. The concepts etched themselves into his memory.

 

“Once I’ve found the right place, I’ll give it a try. But it definitely can’t be in Father’s shed—too many uncles and elders passing by might see,” he mused.

 

“Yanshui,” came his father’s voice.

 

“Father,” Yanshui greeted, looking up.

 

“Time to eat,” Yunshan said, placing a tray of food on the table. His gaze softened as he noticed how close his son was to finishing the transcription of Hundred Essentials of Artifact Crafting, with only Compendium of All Spiritual Mines left to copy.

 

“Father, I’ve already figured out how to refine spirit stones and fuse them with base metals to improve their quality,” Yanshui said with a grin. “The only problem is, I don’t have a dedicated place to practice artifact crafting.”

 

“Your sister Ling’er has been overseeing the construction of a weapons workshop outside the estate. I visited it today and made sure the craftsmen included a special artifact crafting chamber,” Yunshan said with a knowing smile.

 

“Wow! I didn’t expect you to think of everything, Father!” Yanshui exclaimed, his face lighting up.

 

“Alright, enough chatter. Eat your food,” Yunshan said, smiling as he sat down beside his son.