Chapter 61 : The Yulin Wang Clan

 

“So, this is the Wang Clan’s territory?”

 

Several carriages came to a stop at the base of Yulin Mountain.

 

Yun Yunyang stepped off one of the carriages and gazed at the large estate nestled at the foot of the mountain.

 

The estate was vast and grand, with green-tiled roofs and rows of well-constructed houses and pavilions arranged in an orderly fashion. The architecture exuded an air of dignity and majesty.

 

Many Wang clan members, dressed in fine garments, moved through the estate. There were also squads of well-trained Wang clan soldiers stationed at the estate’s gate.

 

Each soldier wore a cold, black battle armor and carried a sharp halberd. Their piercing gazes radiated an imposing aura, creating an atmosphere of tension.

 

Behind the massive estate, a winding stone path led up into the Yulin Mountain. It resembled a long, green dragon as it snaked its way up to the mountain’s summit, connecting to a series of palace-like buildings shrouded in mist.

 

The palaces at the mountain’s peak seemed otherworldly, like immortal dwellings high above the clouds, inspiring awe and reverence in all who beheld them.

 

“This is indeed the place,” a Yun clan soldier confirmed, stepping up beside Yun Yunyang with a nod.

 

“As expected of the Yulin Wang Clan. Their family estate is truly magnificent. I assume those palaces at the summit of Yulin Mountain are where the Wang clan’s direct descendants and branch family cultivators live and practice cultivation?”

 

Yun Yunyang marveled, his visit to the Wang clan’s territory deepening his understanding of just how vast the gap was between his Yun family and the Yulin Wang Clan, one of the Three Great Clans and Seven Major Families.

 

“That’s correct,” the soldier replied.

 

“I’ve also heard that the estate at the base of the mountain is home to the Wang clan’s blood relatives who lack cultivation potential. Their role is to manage and guard the territory on behalf of the family.”

 

“And who is the current head of the Wang clan?” Yun Yunyang asked curiously.

 

“From what I gathered during our journey, the current patriarch is named Wang Chongtian, the tenth-generation descendant of the Wang clan. He comes from the clan’s main lineage but is not a cultivator—he’s just an ordinary mortal.

 

At present, he is responsible for managing the Wang clan’s estate at the base of the mountain,” the soldier explained.

 

“Let’s go,” Yun Yunyang said with a nod, leading several clan members toward the gate of the Wang estate.

 

“Who are you?”

 

The Wang clan soldiers guarding the gate immediately crossed their halberds to block Yun Yunyang and his group, their expressions cold and unfriendly.

 

“I am Yun Yunyang, a member of the Yun family of Yuncang. I’ve come today to pay my respects to Patriarch Wang,” Yun Yunyang said politely, bowing slightly with a smile.

 

“The Yun family of Yuncang?”

 

Hearing Yun Yunyang’s introduction, the Wang clan soldiers narrowed their eyes and scrutinized him.

 

Word of the incident involving the Yun family’s two spirit-root disciples, who had killed one of the Wang clan’s affiliated rogue cultivators, had already spread throughout the Wang estate.

 

Many members of the Wang clan were aware of the event.

 

Although the matter had been resolved with the intervention of the imperial court’s envoy, Immortal Master Li, and the Wang clan’s patriarch had agreed to let it go, many members of the Wang clan still harbored resentment toward the Yun family.

 

“That’s correct,” Yun Yunyang affirmed.

 

“Hmph! The Yun family of Yuncang certainly has guts. Two of your spirit-root disciples killed an affiliated rogue cultivator of our Wang clan, and now you dare come here with your entourage?

 

What, are you here to mock us or to give the Wang clan a show of strength?” the soldier sneered coldly, his gaze sharp as he glared at Yun Yunyang.

 

“There’s been a misunderstanding,” Yun Yunyang replied calmly. “I’m here not to cause trouble but to meet Patriarch Wang and deliver generous gifts to apologize and mend the rift between our clans.”

 

Yun Yunyang didn’t take offense at the soldier’s rude demeanor.

 

With years of experience in business, he had encountered far worse attitudes.

 

If he hadn’t cultivated patience and composure, he wouldn’t have been able to carve out a successful career in Yuncang County and build a solid foundation for his family.

 

Simply put, Yun Yunyang knew how to endure.

 

When faced with someone stronger, he wouldn’t recklessly provoke them or create unnecessary problems for himself.

 

“An apology?”

 

The soldier was momentarily taken aback.

 

He glanced behind Yun Yunyang at the line of carriages, each seemingly filled with goods. His expression softened noticeably.

 

“Wait here while I report to the patriarch,” the soldier said, stepping away to deliver the message.

 

“Thank you for your trouble!”

 

Yun Yunyang clasped his hands in a polite bow, doing his best to appear courteous and composed.

 

Inside the Wang Clan ancestral hall, a middle-aged man dressed in elegant robes sat at the head of the room. He turned his gaze to one of the Wang clan elders seated below and asked, “How many newborns has the family welcomed recently?”

 

“Two thousand three hundred eighty-two in total,” replied the elder responsible for compiling the statistics. He rose, clasping his hands respectfully. “Of these, 216 belong to the direct lineage, while 2,166 are from the collateral branches.”

 

He handed over a ledger containing the records of recent births to Wang Chongtian, who carefully examined it.

 

“Three spirit-root children were born to the direct lineage—two with third-grade roots and one with a fourth-grade root.

 

From the collateral branches, two spirit-root children were born, both with fourth-grade roots,” Wang Chongtian noted as he reviewed the details.

 

“Have the two third-grade spirit-root children from the direct lineage sent up the mountain as soon as possible. They will be placed under the care of the family elder.

 

As for the three fourth-grade spirit-root children, you can handle them privately. Their cultivation potential is limited, so once they grow up, assign them to the family’s crafting workshop or spiritual planting gardens. Let them learn skills like forging spiritual tools or cultivating spiritual plants and rice,” Wang Chongtian ordered as he closed the ledger.

 

“Yes, I will see to it immediately,” the elder replied.

 

“Are there any other pressing matters within the clan?” Wang Chongtian asked, scanning the room.

 

“Patriarch, the Yun family of Yuncang has arrived to visit!”

 

A Wang clan soldier entered the hall briskly, kneeling respectfully before Wang Chongtian to deliver the report.

 

“Oh?”

 

Hearing this, Wang Chongtian was momentarily surprised.

 

“Hmph! The Yun family of Yuncang is audacious indeed. They killed one of our affiliated rogue cultivators and now have the gall to show up at our doorstep? Do they think our Wang clan is powerless to retaliate?”

 

“Exactly! They’re just a newly risen, insignificant cultivation family!”

 

“Patriarch, give the order! Let our clan soldiers detain all of them immediately!”

 

Many of the Wang clan elders in the ancestral hall expressed their lingering resentment toward the Yun family over the previous incident.

 

If not for the family elder’s explicit command forbidding any retaliation against the Yun family, these elders would have already mobilized soldiers to attack the Yun family and vent their frustrations.

 

“Enough! Silence!”

 

Wang Chongtian’s voice rang out sharply, silencing the commotion in the hall.

 

“The family elder has ordered that no one is to act against the Yun family or create unnecessary enmity with them.

 

Regarding the incident involving Wang Linyue, as patriarch, I hope this matter can be put to rest. No one is to bring it up again.

 

Anyone who disobeys will face severe punishment under the family’s rules!”

 

Wang Chongtian’s frustration with the bickering elders was evident.

 

While others might not understand the Yun family’s position, he was well aware.

 

Although the Yun family was a newly established cultivation family, the imperial court’s envoy, Immortal Master Li, seemed to hold them in high regard and maintained a good relationship with them.

 

More importantly, the Wang clan elder had speculated that a powerful cultivator supported the Yun family behind the scenes.

 

Otherwise, the Yun family could not have risen so rapidly in just a few months, producing two spirit-root disciples with the strength to kill an affiliated rogue cultivator of the Wang clan.

 

Hearing Wang Chongtian’s stern rebuke, the Wang clan elders quickly restrained themselves, falling silent to avoid provoking the patriarch’s ire.

 

“Who from the Yun family has come?” Wang Chongtian asked, turning to the soldier who had delivered the report.

 

“Yun Yunyang, the eldest of the four Yun brothers. While he is not the official patriarch of the Yun family, he handles almost all of the family’s major affairs,” the soldier reported.

 

The Wang clan had already gathered extensive intelligence on the Yun family, particularly on members of their direct lineage like Yun Yunyang.

 

“I’ve heard this Yun Yunyang is quite capable. Before the Yun family became a cultivation clan, he made a name for himself through trade.

 

In Yuncang County, he established a solid foundation, forged connections with prominent officials and nobles, and built a significant network,” Wang Chongtian mused.

 

The Wang clan had business ventures in Yuncang County, and much of the information about Yun Yunyang’s activities had been reported by their clan members stationed there.

 

“Very well. Dismissed. I will personally lead a group to meet him shortly,” Wang Chongtian said with a wave of his hand.

 

Chapter 62 : Apology

 

“Why is it taking so long for the Wang clan soldier to return with a response?”

 

Under the shade of a tree, a Yun clan member glanced toward the gate of the Wang estate, his expression filled with impatience.

 

“Be patient. We’re here to apologize and make amends. Don’t let your irritation show on your face, or this trip will have been for nothing,” Yun Yunyang said with a gentle smile, attempting to calm him.

 

“Yunyang-xiong, aren’t you even the least bit anxious?”

 

“I suspect the Wang clan is well aware of our presence and is deliberately making us wait outside to humiliate us,” the clan member said indignantly.

 

Although Yun Yunyang wasn’t officially the patriarch of the Yun family, he had dedicated himself tirelessly to the family’s growth and prosperity.

 

The Yun family’s steady progress was largely thanks to his leadership and guidance. In the eyes of this clan member, Yunyang was more than a leader—he was the heart of the family.

 

Now, after traveling for three days and bringing substantial gifts to offer an apology, the Wang clan’s delay in receiving them felt like an insult.

 

“How would being anxious help? In any endeavor, patience is key,” Yun Yunyang replied with a smile, unbothered by the delay.

 

Years ago, during his time as a merchant, Yun Yunyang had learned patience the hard way.

 

To establish himself in Yuncang County and build connections with influential figures, he once waited outside a wealthy merchant’s residence for three days and nights without complaint.

 

He had learned a vital lesson: without sufficient ability, one must endure. And even after achieving success, it was essential to remain humble and composed.

 

Sincerity in dealing with people and a calm approach to tasks—these were the principles that had guided his life. Without patience and persistence, the once impoverished Yun Yunyang wouldn’t have been able to build his business empire or establish a network of powerful allies in Yuncang County.

 

“Fine…”

 

Seeing his cousin’s composed demeanor, the Yun clan member sighed in resignation and said no more.

 

After what felt like an eternity, Wang Chongtian finally emerged from the estate with several Wang clan elders, hurrying toward the visitors waiting under the tree.

 

When Wang Chongtian spotted Yun Yunyang, he clasped his hands with a smile and greeted him warmly, “Haha! You must be Yunyang-xiong!”

 

“Patriarch Wang!”

 

Yun Yunyang stood quickly and returned the gesture respectfully.

 

“My apologies! Matters within the family required attention, and I was delayed. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” Wang Chongtian said with a polite smile.

 

“No problem at all. It’s springtime, and the shade under the tree offers a pleasant respite,” Yun Yunyang replied with a good-natured laugh.

 

“Haha! Yunyang-xiong, your easygoing demeanor is truly admirable!”

 

“Come, come. I’ve already arranged a grand banquet within the estate to welcome you and your companions,” Wang Chongtian said, his tone warm and inviting.

 

Despite knowing that the delay was deliberate, Yun Yunyang showed no hint of displeasure or impatience, which earned Wang Chongtian’s respect.

 

Although Yun Yunyang was not a cultivator, merely a merchant and an ordinary mortal, his composed and gracious demeanor set him apart.

 

The Wang clan patriarch couldn’t help but think that with someone like Yun Yunyang leading the Yun family, their rise to prominence seemed inevitable.

 

“Patriarch Wang, you’re too kind!”

 

Hearing that a banquet had been prepared for him, Yun Yunyang feigned surprise and gratitude, as though overwhelmed by the honor.

 

“Haha! It’s just a small gesture. After all, you’ve traveled a great distance to visit us.

 

As the saying goes, ‘It is always a pleasure to greet a friend from afar!’”

 

Wang Chongtian laughed heartily, grasping Yun Yunyang’s hand in a gesture of camaraderie as though they were long-lost brothers.

 

They chatted amiably as Wang Chongtian led Yun Yunyang into the Wang estate.

 

Behind them, the other Wang clan elders and Yun clan members followed in orderly fashion.

 

The carriages that had accompanied Yun Yunyang’s group, loaded with gifts such as cloth, clothing, gold and silver jewelry, and food, were handed over to the Wang clan soldiers for safekeeping.

 

Once inside the estate, Yun Yunyang was seated at the place of honor next to Wang Chongtian, a gesture that demonstrated respect and consideration for the visiting Yun family.

 

After all, the Yun family had come bearing gifts to offer an apology. Treating them poorly would tarnish the Wang clan’s reputation and invite criticism.

 

“Yunyang-xiong, the food is simple, so please don’t find it lacking,” Wang Chongtian said courteously.

 

“Patriarch Wang, you flatter me. Such a sumptuous feast is more than I could have ever expected,” Yun Yunyang said, clasping his hands in gratitude and humbling himself by addressing himself as “I, the humble one” Zai Xia.

 

Yun Yunyang’s words were skillfully chosen to put Wang Chongtian at ease. Even a simple gesture like referring to himself as “the humble one” made Wang Chongtian quite pleased.

 

“Yunyang-xiong, there’s no need for such modesty. From now on, let us address each other as brothers.

 

I believe I’m three years older than you. If you don’t mind, you may call me Elder Brother Wang,” Wang Chongtian said with a wide grin.

 

“This… I’m afraid that might not be appropriate,” Yun Yunyang hesitated.

 

“What’s inappropriate? Don’t tell me, Yunyang-xiong, that you’re unwilling to call me your elder brother?” Wang Chongtian teased, feigning a stern expression.

 

“I wouldn’t dare. Since Elder Brother Wang insists, I would be remiss to decline,” Yun Yunyang replied with a smile, playing along with the camaraderie.

 

“Haha! That’s more like it! Come, let’s eat and drink to our heart’s content. Tonight, we won’t leave until we’re drunk!”

 

Wang Chongtian raised his cup to toast Yun Yunyang.

 

Yun Yunyang immediately raised his own cup, intentionally holding it slightly lower than Wang Chongtian’s as a sign of respect.

 

“Elder Brother Wang, about the incident involving my family’s spirit-root disciples…”

 

“Ah, let’s not dwell on unpleasant matters. I’ve heard about the situation with Wang Linyue. It was his own fault.

 

Besides, Immortal Master Li visited and spoke favorably on behalf of your Yun family. Our clan elder has chosen not to take the matter to heart.

 

So, Yunyang-xiong, there’s no need for you to feel burdened by this.

 

From now on, let’s set aside our past grievances. If possible, let’s maintain closer ties between our clans to foster mutual growth and benefits,” Wang Chongtian said with a wave of his hand, dismissing the issue.

 

“This matter was indeed the fault of my Yun family. I am deeply grateful for your magnanimity, Elder Brother Wang, in not holding it against us.

 

Come, Elder Brother Wang, allow me to toast you!”

 

Yun Yunyang sighed, offering some formal words of apology before lifting his refilled cup and downing its contents in one go.

 

“Haha! Yunyang-xiong, you truly have a remarkable capacity for drink!” Wang Chongtian exclaimed, laughing heartily.

 

In the Yuncang Mountains

 

Yun Yunfeng and Yun Yunyu, along with more than twenty clan members, had been searching the mountains for three days and nights in hopes of finding the rumored spiritual spring.

 

“These mountains are enormous!”

 

One of the Yun clan members wiped sweat from his brow and couldn’t help but grumble.

 

“Are we sure there’s even a spiritual spring in these mountains?”

 

Another clan member plopped down on the ground, pulled out a bamboo canteen from his pack, and took a long, satisfying drink of water.

 

“There is. The old Daoist said that beneath the Yuncang Mountains lies a spiritual vein. Where there’s a spiritual vein, there are spiritual herbs and plants, and naturally, there will also be a spiritual spring,” Yun Yunfeng replied, sitting on a rock and taking a drink from his own canteen.

 

He was determined not to give up, knowing the task of finding the spring rested on his shoulders.

 

He was determined to locate it, open up spiritual fields for the family, and create something of his own to earn his elder brother’s recognition.

 

“Third Brother is right. If we can’t find it in three days, we’ll search for ten. If we can’t find it in ten, we’ll search for half a month.

 

One way or another, we must find it. The family’s future development depends on the water from this spiritual spring,” Yun Yunyu said with a smile, sitting beside Yun Yunfeng.

 

He glanced at his younger brother, who was sweating profusely, his clothes covered in grass and leaves, and looking rather disheveled.

 

Still, Yun Yunyu felt proud. His younger brother had changed significantly from the lazy, troublemaking boy he used to be.

 

In the past, Yun Yunfeng would have been the first to complain about being tired and finding excuses to slack off.

 

But during this expedition, he had taken the lead and worked tirelessly for three days and nights without uttering a single word of complaint, even enduring scratches from sharp grass and bushes without retreating.

 

“Yunyu-xiong, the problem is that we’re running low on food,” one clan member pointed out.

 

“There are plenty of wild rabbits and pheasants in these mountains. How could we run out of food?” Yun Yunfeng retorted, rolling his eyes.

 

“Hehe! You’re right, Yunfeng-xiong. I forgot we’re in the mountains, where food is everywhere!”

 

“Let’s rest for a bit before continuing the search. If we can find an area with an abundance of spiritual herbs and plants, the spiritual spring should be nearby,” said Yun Yunxun, who had been quietly flipping through a book.

 

His eyes lit up as a small smile spread across his face, suggesting he might have a promising lead.

 

Chapter 63 : Purple Mist Spiritual Spring

 

“Why is it taking so long for the Wang clan soldier to return with a response?”

 

Under the shade of a tree, a Yun clan member glanced toward the gate of the Wang estate, his expression filled with impatience.

 

“Be patient. We’re here to apologize and make amends. Don’t let your irritation show on your face, or this trip will have been for nothing,” Yun Yunyang said with a gentle smile, attempting to calm him.

 

“Yunyang-xiong, aren’t you even the least bit anxious?”

 

“I suspect the Wang clan is well aware of our presence and is deliberately making us wait outside to humiliate us,” the clan member said indignantly.

 

Although Yun Yunyang wasn’t officially the patriarch of the Yun family, he had dedicated himself tirelessly to the family’s growth and prosperity.

 

The Yun family’s steady progress was largely thanks to his leadership and guidance. In the eyes of this clan member, Yunyang was more than a leader—he was the heart of the family.

 

Now, after traveling for three days and bringing substantial gifts to offer an apology, the Wang clan’s delay in receiving them felt like an insult.

 

“How would being anxious help? In any endeavor, patience is key,” Yun Yunyang replied with a smile, unbothered by the delay.

 

Years ago, during his time as a merchant, Yun Yunyang had learned patience the hard way.

 

To establish himself in Yuncang County and build connections with influential figures, he once waited outside a wealthy merchant’s residence for three days and nights without complaint.

 

He had learned a vital lesson: without sufficient ability, one must endure. And even after achieving success, it was essential to remain humble and composed.

 

Sincerity in dealing with people and a calm approach to tasks—these were the principles that had guided his life. Without patience and persistence, the once impoverished Yun Yunyang wouldn’t have been able to build his business empire or establish a network of powerful allies in Yuncang County.

 

“Fine…”

 

Seeing his cousin’s composed demeanor, the Yun clan member sighed in resignation and said no more.

 

After what felt like an eternity, Wang Chongtian finally emerged from the estate with several Wang clan elders, hurrying toward the visitors waiting under the tree.

 

When Wang Chongtian spotted Yun Yunyang, he clasped his hands with a smile and greeted him warmly, “Haha! You must be Yunyang-xiong!”

 

“Patriarch Wang!”

 

Yun Yunyang stood quickly and returned the gesture respectfully.

 

“My apologies! Matters within the family required attention, and I was delayed. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting,” Wang Chongtian said with a polite smile.

 

“No problem at all. It’s springtime, and the shade under the tree offers a pleasant respite,” Yun Yunyang replied with a good-natured laugh.

 

“Haha! Yunyang-xiong, your easygoing demeanor is truly admirable!”

 

“Come, come. I’ve already arranged a grand banquet within the estate to welcome you and your companions,” Wang Chongtian said, his tone warm and inviting.

 

Despite knowing that the delay was deliberate, Yun Yunyang showed no hint of displeasure or impatience, which earned Wang Chongtian’s respect.

 

Although Yun Yunyang was not a cultivator, merely a merchant and an ordinary mortal, his composed and gracious demeanor set him apart.

 

The Wang clan patriarch couldn’t help but think that with someone like Yun Yunyang leading the Yun family, their rise to prominence seemed inevitable.

 

“Patriarch Wang, you’re too kind!”

 

Hearing that a banquet had been prepared for him, Yun Yunyang feigned surprise and gratitude, as though overwhelmed by the honor.

 

“Haha! It’s just a small gesture. After all, you’ve traveled a great distance to visit us.

 

As the saying goes, ‘It is always a pleasure to greet a friend from afar!’”

 

Wang Chongtian laughed heartily, grasping Yun Yunyang’s hand in a gesture of camaraderie as though they were long-lost brothers.

 

They chatted amiably as Wang Chongtian led Yun Yunyang into the Wang estate.

 

Behind them, the other Wang clan elders and Yun clan members followed in orderly fashion.

 

The carriages that had accompanied Yun Yunyang’s group, loaded with gifts such as cloth, clothing, gold and silver jewelry, and food, were handed over to the Wang clan soldiers for safekeeping.

 

Once inside the estate, Yun Yunyang was seated at the place of honor next to Wang Chongtian, a gesture that demonstrated respect and consideration for the visiting Yun family.

 

After all, the Yun family had come bearing gifts to offer an apology. Treating them poorly would tarnish the Wang clan’s reputation and invite criticism.

 

“Yunyang-xiong, the food is simple, so please don’t find it lacking,” Wang Chongtian said courteously.

 

“Patriarch Wang, you flatter me. Such a sumptuous feast is more than I could have ever expected,” Yun Yunyang said, clasping his hands in gratitude and humbling himself by addressing himself as “I, the humble one” Zai Xia.

 

Yun Yunyang’s words were skillfully chosen to put Wang Chongtian at ease. Even a simple gesture like referring to himself as “the humble one” made Wang Chongtian quite pleased.

 

“Yunyang-xiong, there’s no need for such modesty. From now on, let us address each other as brothers.

 

I believe I’m three years older than you. If you don’t mind, you may call me Elder Brother Wang,” Wang Chongtian said with a wide grin.

 

“This… I’m afraid that might not be appropriate,” Yun Yunyang hesitated.

 

“What’s inappropriate? Don’t tell me, Yunyang-xiong, that you’re unwilling to call me your elder brother?” Wang Chongtian teased, feigning a stern expression.

 

“I wouldn’t dare. Since Elder Brother Wang insists, I would be remiss to decline,” Yun Yunyang replied with a smile, playing along with the camaraderie.

 

“Haha! That’s more like it! Come, let’s eat and drink to our heart’s content. Tonight, we won’t leave until we’re drunk!”

 

Wang Chongtian raised his cup to toast Yun Yunyang.

 

Yun Yunyang immediately raised his own cup, intentionally holding it slightly lower than Wang Chongtian’s as a sign of respect.

 

“Elder Brother Wang, about the incident involving my family’s spirit-root disciples…”

 

“Ah, let’s not dwell on unpleasant matters. I’ve heard about the situation with Wang Linyue. It was his own fault.

 

Besides, Immortal Master Li visited and spoke favorably on behalf of your Yun family. Our clan elder has chosen not to take the matter to heart.

 

So, Yunyang-xiong, there’s no need for you to feel burdened by this.

 

From now on, let’s set aside our past grievances. If possible, let’s maintain closer ties between our clans to foster mutual growth and benefits,” Wang Chongtian said with a wave of his hand, dismissing the issue.

 

“This matter was indeed the fault of my Yun family. I am deeply grateful for your magnanimity, Elder Brother Wang, in not holding it against us.

 

Come, Elder Brother Wang, allow me to toast you!”

 

Yun Yunyang sighed, offering some formal words of apology before lifting his refilled cup and downing its contents in one go.

 

“Haha! Yunyang-xiong, you truly have a remarkable capacity for drink!” Wang Chongtian exclaimed, laughing heartily.

 

In the Yuncang Mountains

 

Yun Yunfeng and Yun Yunyu, along with more than twenty clan members, had been searching the mountains for three days and nights in hopes of finding the rumored spiritual spring.

 

“These mountains are enormous!”

 

One of the Yun clan members wiped sweat from his brow and couldn’t help but grumble.

 

“Are we sure there’s even a spiritual spring in these mountains?”

 

Another clan member plopped down on the ground, pulled out a bamboo canteen from his pack, and took a long, satisfying drink of water.

 

“There is. The old Daoist said that beneath the Yuncang Mountains lies a spiritual vein. Where there’s a spiritual vein, there are spiritual herbs and plants, and naturally, there will also be a spiritual spring,” Yun Yunfeng replied, sitting on a rock and taking a drink from his own canteen.

 

He was determined not to give up, knowing the task of finding the spring rested on his shoulders.

 

He was determined to locate it, open up spiritual fields for the family, and create something of his own to earn his elder brother’s recognition.

 

“Third Brother is right. If we can’t find it in three days, we’ll search for ten. If we can’t find it in ten, we’ll search for half a month.

 

One way or another, we must find it. The family’s future development depends on the water from this spiritual spring,” Yun Yunyu said with a smile, sitting beside Yun Yunfeng.

 

He glanced at his younger brother, who was sweating profusely, his clothes covered in grass and leaves, and looking rather disheveled.

 

Still, Yun Yunyu felt proud. His younger brother had changed significantly from the lazy, troublemaking boy he used to be.

 

In the past, Yun Yunfeng would have been the first to complain about being tired and finding excuses to slack off.

 

But during this expedition, he had taken the lead and worked tirelessly for three days and nights without uttering a single word of complaint, even enduring scratches from sharp grass and bushes without retreating.

 

“Yunyu-xiong, the problem is that we’re running low on food,” one clan member pointed out.

 

“There are plenty of wild rabbits and pheasants in these mountains. How could we run out of food?” Yun Yunfeng retorted, rolling his eyes.

 

“Hehe! You’re right, Yunfeng-xiong. I forgot we’re in the mountains, where food is everywhere!”

 

“Let’s rest for a bit before continuing the search. If we can find an area with an abundance of spiritual herbs and plants, the spiritual spring should be nearby,” said Yun Yunxun, who had been quietly flipping through a book.

 

His eyes lit up as a small smile spread across his face, suggesting he might have a promising lead.

 

Chapter 64 Advancing on Both Fronts

 

“After nearly a month of effort, I’ve finally integrated the Purple Cloud Ore into the Wuqing Battle Bow!”

 

In the weapon-crafting chamber, Yun Yanshui examined the newly tempered Wuqing Battle Bow before him. The bow’s body gleamed faintly with dark purple cloud-like patterns flowing across its surface, and a satisfied smile crept onto his lips.

 

Reaching out, he grabbed the bow, testing its weight. It felt noticeably heavier, and both the bowstring and body were now significantly sturdier than before.

 

At the moment, Yun Yanshui couldn’t definitively determine the grade of his upgraded Wuqing Battle Bow.

 

However, based on his knowledge and judgment, he estimated it was at least a second-tier Yellow-grade spiritual weapon, or at the very least a top-tier first-grade Yellow-level spiritual weapon.

 

From his pocket, he retrieved a storage pouch and, using his spiritual sense, opened it. Yun Yanshui carefully placed the Wuqing Battle Bow inside.

 

The pouch, which he had taken from Wang Linyue, was perfect for storing the upgraded bow.

 

Exiting the crafting chamber, Yun Yanshui spotted his father, Yun Yunshan, overseeing laborers smelting iron. With a cheerful grin, he called out, “Father!”

 

“Let’s talk outside,” Yun Yunshan said, noticing his son. He led him to a quiet, secluded area outside the weapons workshop, where they could speak privately without fear of eavesdroppers.

 

“How did it go?”

 

Sitting on a stone beneath the shade of a tree, Yun Yunshan gestured for his son to sit beside him, his tone filled with curiosity.

 

“I successfully integrated the Purple Cloud Ore into the Wuqing Battle Bow, Father.”

 

“The bow’s grade has improved significantly. Based on my estimates, it’s now a second-tier Yellow-grade weapon—or, at the very least, a top-tier first-grade Yellow-grade spiritual weapon,” Yun Yanshui explained.

 

“It seems your crafting skills have improved quite a bit.”

 

“I still remember last year, when it took you two or three months to integrate eight lower-tier spirit stones into the Wuqing Battle Bow to turn it into a spiritual weapon. And now you’ve done this in less than half the time!”

 

Hearing that his son had successfully integrated the Purple Cloud Ore in such a short time, Yun Yunshan couldn’t help but praise him.

 

“Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I have gotten more efficient. I’ve definitely become more familiar with the process. But the more I study The Hundred Essentials of Crafting, the more I realize just how much there is to learn about this craft.

 

I’ll need to work even harder to master it fully,” Yun Yanshui admitted, scratching the back of his head bashfully.

 

“Shui’er, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you,” Yun Yunshan said after a moment of thought.

 

“Father, whatever it is, just say it,” Yun Yanshui replied eagerly.

 

“Your crafting skills have reached a respectable level. Creating first-tier Yellow-grade spiritual weapons is no longer a challenge for you.

 

I was thinking…”

 

“Father, you’re planning to have me secretly craft more first-tier Yellow-grade spiritual weapons so the family can sell them at the Yulin County cultivation marketplace and earn spirit stones, right?” Yun Yanshui interjected with a knowing smile.

 

“Exactly. However, if you start crafting spiritual weapons, I’m not sure how to explain it to the rest of the family without revealing your cultivation abilities. I worry it might bring trouble your way,” Yun Yunshan said, his brows furrowing slightly.

 

“Father, why not speak with that blind Daoist? Explain that the family needs to earn spirit stones to support Shuang’er and Tian-ge’s cultivation needs.

 

Since the family recently acquired The Hundred Essentials of Crafting, you could ask the blind Daoist to arrange for Shuang’er to alternate her days—spending one day cultivating and the next secretly learning crafting from me.

 

With my guidance, she should pick it up quickly,” Yun Yanshui suggested after a brief moment of thought.

 

“That’s an excellent idea! With Shuang’er serving as a cover, no one in the family would suspect anything or uncover your secret. It would also prevent rumors from spreading,” Yun Yunshan said, nodding in agreement.

 

“However, crafting requires materials. Apart from the Purple Cloud Ore you used for the bow, the family doesn’t have any suitable materials left,” Yun Yunshan added.

 

“I’ll speak to your uncle about this. The family still has some spirit stones left from your recent spoils. We can use those to purchase basic spirit ores at the Yulin marketplace for Shuang’er to practice with,” Yun Yunshan said with a small smile.

 

“Ah, that’s right! I almost forgot we have those spirit stones. We can buy materials with them!” Yun Yanshui exclaimed, grinning.

 

“Alright, it’s settled. You head back and see if there’s anything new with that bronze mirror. I’ll go speak with the Daoist and discuss the plan,” Yun Yunshan said as he stood up.

 

“Understood!” Yun Yanshui patted the dust off his clothes and made his way home.

 

Meanwhile, Yun Yunshan returned to the weapons workshop, grabbing some fine wine and premium venison jerky from his stash before heading to the shaded grove of willows outside the estate.

 

“Daoist, greetings,” Yun Yunshan said as he approached the blind Daoist.

 

“Haha! Yunshan, bringing me more wine, are you?”

 

The blind Daoist’s nose twitched as the intoxicating aroma of the wine reached him, stirring the “wine worm” in his stomach.

 

“And venison, too, I see!”

 

“Daoist Elder, please enjoy these at your leisure. This venison was prepared using an ancient family recipe from my wife’s maternal side. Give it a taste—it’s truly exceptional!”

 

Yun Yunshan settled down, unwrapped the oiled paper around the venison jerky, and removed the seal from the wine bottle. He personally poured the blind Daoist a large bowl of the strong liquor.

 

The Daoist raised the bowl and drank deeply, relishing the refreshing burn. He then picked up a piece of venison jerky, chewing thoughtfully.

 

The meat was lean yet not tough, with just the right amount of chew, and infused with a unique blend of spices that left a lingering savory aroma.

 

“Yunshan-xiong, your wife’s culinary skills are extraordinary!

 

I’ve wandered as a carefree hermit for many years, sampling delicacies from mountains and seas alike, but I’ve never tasted such delicious venison jerky before!”

 

The blind Daoist couldn’t help but praise her. As he spoke, he eagerly reached for another large piece of jerky and paired it with the strong wine, thoroughly enjoying himself.

 

“I’m glad you like it, Daoist Elder. I’ll be sure to bring more for you the next time I visit.”

 

“Haha! Wonderful! Then I shall be most fortunate indeed!” the blind Daoist replied, laughing heartily.

 

“By the way, Daoist Elder, I’ve come to you today with a request,” Yun Yunshan said after a pause.

 

“Oh? And what would that be?”

 

“Both Shuang’er and Tian’er are progressing rapidly in their cultivation. However, their future cultivation will require even more resources.

 

As you know, my Yun family is currently in a growth phase.

 

While we lack neither gold nor jewels, what we truly need are resources for Shuang’er and Tian’er to continue their cultivation.

 

I trust you understand my meaning, Daoist Elder?”

 

“Of course, I understand. However, I don’t have any surplus cultivation resources to spare. You’ll have to figure out a solution yourselves,” the Daoist replied plainly.

 

“No, no, I’m not here to ask for resources from you,” Yun Yunshan said quickly, waving his hands.

 

“Then what is it?”

 

“Last year, during a venture deep into the Yuncang Mountains with my second brother, we discovered the remains of a rogue cultivator. From his belongings, we obtained a manual titled The Hundred Essentials of Crafting.

 

For our family to thrive, we need to develop a foundational skill that can reliably generate cultivation resources.

 

Unfortunately, mastering the crafting techniques recorded in the manual requires a cultivator with a solid foundation.

 

But my family only has two spirit-root descendants, and they’re fully occupied with their daily cultivation under your guidance…”

 

“You’re suggesting that Shuang’er and Tian’er learn the art of crafting so they can help generate resources for your family?”

 

The blind Daoist understood Yun Yunshan’s intent and asked for clarification.

 

“Not Tian’er. I’d prefer him to stay focused on cultivation under your care.

 

But I do hope Shuang’er can set aside some time to learn the art of crafting.”

 

“That could work,” the Daoist mused.

 

“I had originally planned to teach Shuang’er and Tian’er the art of talisman crafting once their foundations were more stable.

 

However, I was concerned that focusing too much on talisman crafting would distract them from their cultivation progress, so I delayed teaching them.

 

Now, given your family’s current stage of development, it does make sense for someone to acquire a skill that can generate cultivation resources.”

 

“Very well, Shuang’er can begin studying the art of crafting. As for Tian’er, he will remain with me to focus entirely on his cultivation. Once his foundation is firm, I’ll teach him the art of talisman crafting.

 

Both paths can progress simultaneously, and once they gain mastery, they’ll be able to collaborate and exchange knowledge,” the Daoist said decisively.

 

Chapter 65 : No regrets in this life

 

“Elder Brother.”

 

Yun Yunshan arrived at Yun Yunyang’s residence, seeking a discussion with his older brother.

 

“Haha! Yunshan, what brings you here?”

 

Yun Yunyang, who had been enjoying a rare moment of peace, sipping tea and reading a book in the courtyard, quickly set down his teacup and invited his younger brother to sit with him.

 

“I came to ask for some spirit stones to buy refining materials from the Yulin County cultivation marketplace. I want to help Shuang’er learn crafting techniques,” Yun Yunshan explained directly, outlining his plan in detail.

 

“The family indeed needs to find a reliable way to generate cultivation resources. Since you already have a plan, I’ll ask Yunrui to allocate some spirit stones for you shortly,” Yun Yunyang replied with a nod, fully agreeing with his younger brother’s reasoning.

 

The family would need a substantial amount of cultivation resources to nurture Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian. Without a way to generate these resources, the family would face significant challenges in the future.

 

While buying materials for Yun Yanshuang to practice crafting would undoubtedly consume resources, Yun Yunyang, with his keen business sense, knew that some upfront losses were inevitable when pursuing greater gains.

 

If Yun Yanshuang could be trained as a skilled crafter, the initial investment would be well worth it. After all, a skilled crafting practitioner was incredibly valuable and could be a cornerstone of the Yun family’s future prosperity.

 

“What materials do you need? It’s best to provide a list so Yunrui can prepare an accurate record,” Yun Yunyang suggested with a smile.

 

The family was meticulous about tracking their use of cultivation resources. Every expenditure of spirit stones was carefully recorded to prevent waste and ensure proper allocation.

 

“I’ll consult Shuang’er and compile a list of necessary materials. Once it’s ready, I’ll personally deliver it to Yunrui,” Yun Yunshan replied.

 

“Good. I trust you to handle this responsibly,” Yun Yunyang said with a smile of confidence.

 

“By the way, how’s Ling’er doing? She should be close to giving birth now, right?” Yun Yunshan asked with a warm smile, shifting the conversation to family matters.

 

“Haha! Not quite yet. There’s still two or three months to go, but soon, you and I will both be grandfathers!”

 

Yun Yunyang’s laughter echoed in the courtyard.

 

“Time flies. I can’t believe Ling’er is about to have a child already. It feels like just yesterday we were all still young,” Yun Yunshan remarked, his tone tinged with nostalgia.

 

“Indeed, time passes in the blink of an eye,” Yun Yunyang said with a sigh, nodding in agreement.

 

“Yunyang-xiong!”

 

A Yun clansman entered the courtyard, bowing respectfully. Noticing Yun Yunshan was also present, he added with a smile, “Yunshan-xiong is here as well!”

 

“What’s the matter?” Yun Yunyang asked with a smile.

 

“Yunyu-xiong and Yunfeng-xiong have returned from the mountains!”

 

“Those rascals! They’ve been gone for over a month. It’s about time they came back!”

 

Yun Yunyang’s face lit up with joy as he rose from his seat. He and Yun Yunshan hurried out of the courtyard, where they were met by the returning group, including Yun Yunyu and Yun Yunfeng.

 

“Elder Brother! Fourth Brother!”

 

The dust-covered Yun Yunyu and Yun Yunfeng greeted them warmly, smiling despite their exhaustion.

 

“You’ve finally returned! Is everyone safe and sound?”

 

Yun Yunyang stepped forward to greet them, his gaze scanning the group with concern.

 

“All safe,” Yun Yunyu replied with a smile.

 

“You must all be exhausted after being in the mountains for so long. Go home and rest,” Yun Yunyang instructed, turning to address the rest of the group.

 

“Yunyu, Yunfeng, and Yunxun, stay behind. I’d like to hear about your trip in detail,” he added, motioning for the others to leave.

 

He then led Yun Yunyu, Yun Yunfeng, and Yun Yunxun back into the courtyard to sit and talk.

 

“This time, my third brother and I, along with Yunxun, ventured into the mountains to search for a spiritual spring. We were successful!

 

We found a spring deep within the Yuncang Mountains. Elder Brother, here’s a map I personally drew, showing the route to the spring,” Yun Yunyu said as he handed over a carefully drawn map.

 

Yun Yunyang examined the map briefly, his face lighting up with a broad smile. He patted Yun Yunyu’s shoulder warmly.

 

“Well done! You’ve done an excellent job, and I’m proud of all of you,” he said with genuine appreciation.

 

“Now that the spiritual spring has been found, the next challenge is figuring out how to channel the mountain’s spring water to irrigate the barren fields behind our Yun family estate.

 

This will require a significant workforce, and completing such a massive project won’t be an overnight task,” Yun Yunyu explained.

 

“I’ll think this through and come up with a plan. You don’t need to worry too much about it,” Yun Yunyang said with a reassuring smile.

 

“By the way, during our search for the spring, Yunxun discovered a spirit peach tree and harvested ten spirit peaches from it.

 

These peaches can aid Shuang’er and Tian’er in their cultivation. They’re natural supplements for cultivation and may even rival Tai Xi Pills in efficacy,” Yun Yunyu continued.

 

Beside him, Yun Yunxun carefully retrieved a violet jade box from his bag and slowly opened it. A refreshing fragrance immediately wafted through the courtyard, filling the air with vitality.

 

Yun Yunyang and Yun Yunshan leaned closer to look inside the box and were greeted by the sight of ten radiant golden spirit peaches. Their surfaces shimmered with a faint glow, streaked with vibrant hues like flowing clouds—a truly dazzling sight.

 

“It seems the heavens are truly blessing our Yun family!” Yun Yunyang exclaimed joyfully, clearly satisfied with the results of their expedition.

 

“Leave the spirit peaches in Yunxun’s care for now. When Shuang’er or Tian’er need them, they can come to retrieve them,” Yun Yunyang instructed after suppressing his excitement.

 

As ordinary mortals, neither Yun Yunyang nor Yun Yunshan had much knowledge about spirit herbs or proper storage methods for such treasures. Mishandling them could result in the peaches losing their spiritual essence, which would be a tremendous waste.

 

Yun Yunxun, with his expertise in spirit herbs, was the most suitable person to safeguard and manage the peaches.

 

“This time, our success in finding the spiritual spring is largely thanks to Third Brother. If not for his perseverance, we might have returned empty-handed—or even failed to locate the spring entirely, let alone discover these ten spirit peaches,” Yun Yunyu said, openly praising Yun Yunfeng in front of their elder brother.

 

“Yunfeng has indeed changed for the better. As your elder brother, seeing your growth fills me with pride,” Yun Yunyang said, his gaze filled with approval as it rested on Yun Yunfeng.

 

“All I ask, Big Brother, is that you don’t spank me in public anymore—it’s so embarrassing!” Yun Yunfeng replied, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, eliciting hearty laughter from everyone present.

 

The sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over Yuncang Mountain and the Yun family estate nestled below.

 

Having finished her day of cultivation, Yun Yanshuang returned home in high spirits. She found her father and brother deep in conversation in the courtyard.

 

“What are you two talking about now?” she asked with a playful smile, skipping over to them.

 

“Let’s talk inside,” Yun Yunshan said, his expression turning serious as he led his children into the house and shut the door behind them.

 

“Crafting?”

 

Yun Yanshuang blinked in surprise.

 

“Yes. Your brother’s identity is sensitive, so we can’t let the family know he’s capable of crafting, as it would expose his status as a cultivator.

 

However, the family urgently needs a skill to generate spirit stones to support your cultivation.

 

Your cultivation level is advancing rapidly, and you’ll soon require substantial resources. So, your brother and I discussed this and came to a decision,” Yun Yunshan explained.

 

“What about my teacher? Did you discuss this with him?” Yun Yanshuang asked curiously.

 

Her teacher had always advised her to focus on cultivation first and only consider learning auxiliary skills once her foundation was strong.

 

“The Daoist Elder has already agreed.

 

Once the family acquires the necessary spirit ores from the Yulin County marketplace, you’ll begin learning crafting techniques under your brother’s guidance.

 

Of course, don’t neglect your cultivation either,” Yun Yunshan instructed.

 

“Shuang’er, this may be a challenging period for you, but it’s essential for the family,” he added.

 

“Hehe! Learning a skill to help the family generate cultivation resources isn’t a burden at all.

 

In fact, mastering crafting will give me the ability to earn my own spirit stones. As my cultivation progresses, I’ll be able to provide for myself, which is a great benefit!

 

It’s a win-win for me and the family,” Yun Yanshuang said cheerfully.

 

“It’s rare to see you think this way. Having children like you two makes my life as a father truly fulfilling,” Yun Yunshan said, his voice filled with pride.

 

Chapter 66 Spiritual Ore Obsidian

 

“Milord, Brother Yunyang, has come to visit,” Captain Ban reported as he hurried into the county office. Before him sat Lu Zizai, leisurely sipping tea and nibbling on pastries. Upon hearing the news, Lu’s expression grew respectful.

 

“Quickly! Bring him in at once!” Lu exclaimed, hastily setting down his teapot. Rising from his seat, he led Captain Ban and every officer and constable within the office to greet their guest outside.

 

“Lord Lu,” a voice rang out as Yun Yunyang stood outside the county office, accompanied by several members of his clan. Upon seeing Lu Zizai and his entourage personally come to welcome them, Yun clasped his hands in greeting.

 

“Hahaha! Brother Yun, it has been far too long!” Lu’s hearty laughter echoed as he stepped forward to exchange pleasantries.

 

“Today, I have come to pay my respects to Lord Lu and brought along a small token of my appreciation,” Yun Yunyang explained. Behind him, a Yun clan member stepped forward, presenting a long box. As the lid was lifted, the contents revealed a dazzling display—twenty gleaming gold ingots.

 

In the mundane world, gold and silver were valuable beyond measure. For the Yun family, now flourishing, such material wealth had become trivial. Yet to Lu Zizai, a mortal bound by the constraints of his official salary as the county magistrate, these were treasures that brought immense delight.

 

The constables and officials behind Lu Zizai could scarcely hide their envy as their eyes widened, fixated on the glittering pile of gold. At the same time, they marveled at the Yun clan’s immense wealth, far beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals like themselves.

 

“Brother Yun, to grace my humble county office with your presence and offer such a generous gift—how could I possibly accept?” Lu Zizai said, feigning humility. Yet even before he had finished speaking, Captain Ban had already understood his superior’s intentions and stepped forward to carefully collect the box brimming with gold.

 

“Come, Brother Yun, please! Let us go inside and have a proper talk,” Lu Zizai said warmly, his face alight with joy as he personally invited Yun Yunyang into the office. He promptly ordered his attendants to serve the finest jade dew tea, along with an assortment of fruits and pastries, to entertain Yun and his companions.

 

After a sip of the fragrant tea, Yun Yunyang set his cup down gently, a smile spreading across his face. “Lord Lu, there is another matter I have come to discuss.”

 

“Brother Yun, speak freely. Whatever is within my power to accomplish, I shall see to it with all my might,” Lu Zizai declared, eager to repay the generous gift of twenty gold ingots.

 

“It is a matter of some importance, though not a particularly difficult one. My Yun clan is currently in a critical stage of development. However, we are short of manpower. I hope Lord Lu might assist us by recruiting some laborers to aid in our endeavors,” Yun Yunyang explained.

 

Deep within the Yuncang Mountains lay a spiritual spring that Yun Yunyang planned to divert into the barren fields behind his family’s estate. The endeavor was an immense undertaking, requiring a substantial workforce beyond the current capacity of the Yun clan. This necessity was why Yun had sought out Lu Zizai.

 

As the county magistrate, Lu possessed the authority to mobilize the local populace, an ability Yun Yunyang’s clan could also exercise, though they preferred to avoid the hassle while focusing on other critical matters.

 

“How many laborers do you require?” Lu asked.

 

“Five thousand able-bodied men should suffice,” Yun replied.

 

“A trifling matter!” Lu Zizai laughed heartily. “I shall see to it personally. Within three days, five thousand men will be at your disposal, ready to serve your family.”

 

“One small detail, Lord Lu. These five thousand laborers must all be deaf-mutes,” Yun added with a smile.

 

The spiritual spring within the Yuncang Mountains was of utmost importance to the Yun clan. Yun Yunyang could not risk having external laborers overhear or witness anything that might spread beyond their control. Hence, he sought workers who could neither hear nor speak.

 

“Deaf-mutes? That may pose a challenge,” Lu Zizai admitted, his brow furrowing slightly. The task of locating and gathering so many individuals with such specific conditions would not be easy.

 

But after a brief moment of contemplation, his expression brightened. “No matter, I shall ensure it is done. Within half a month, I will provide the required laborers.”

 

“You have my thanks, Lord Lu!” Yun Yunyang stood, bowing deeply in gratitude.

 

“Brother Yun, you’re far too kind!”

 

Lu Zizai exclaimed, visibly flattered, and hastily stood to return the courtesy.

 

Yun Yunyang’s status was no longer what it had once been. For someone of his stature to show such respect left Lu Zizai feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

 

“My clan still has much to attend to, so I must take my leave for now. I will trouble you again another day, Lord Lu,” Yun Yunyang said, rising to his feet.

 

“Why not stay for a meal before you go?” Lu Zizai offered enthusiastically.

 

“No, thank you. My clan is in a period of growth, and the affairs are many. When time permits, I will personally visit again and share a drink with you, Lord Lu.”

 

“In that case, I won’t hold you back any further,” Lu said with a smile.

 

“Farewell, Lord Lu.”

 

“Wait, Brother Yun, hold on!” Lu Zizai called out suddenly as if something had just come to mind. He quickly stepped forward to stop Yun Yunyang.

 

“Is there something that matters, Lord Lu?” Yun Yunyang asked, curious.

 

“Captain Ban, go to my study and fetch the box for me,” Lu Zizai ordered, turning to his subordinate without answering Yun’s question.

 

Captain Ban bowed and hurried off.

 

“To tell the truth, an old farmer outside the county found an unusual stone some time ago. It doesn’t look like an ordinary rock, but I couldn’t make sense of it myself. However, it’s quite beautiful, so I kept it. Since you’re here, Brother Yun, I’d like to gift it to you,” Lu Zizai said with a chuckle.

 

Hearing this, Yun Yunyang nodded inwardly, intrigued. He decided to wait and see what kind of stone Lu Zizai was referring to.

 

“Milord,” Captain Ban said as he returned, carrying a black wooden box. He respectfully handed it over to Lu Zizai.

 

“Brother Yun, take a look and see if you like this stone,” Lu said, opening the box himself.

 

Inside lay a stone roughly the size of an adult’s fist, its shape irregular but striking. The entire surface was jet-black, dotted with faint specks of starlight that seemed to shimmer as if some celestial force had captured the endless night sky within its form. It was mesmerizing, a sight both dazzling and otherworldly.

 

“This stone is truly extraordinary,” Yun Yunyang murmured, astonished.

 

“If you like it, it’s yours,” Lu Zizai said generously, pushing the box into Yun Yunyang’s hands without hesitation.

 

“Thank you, Lord Lu!”

 

“No need for thanks.”

 

“Until next time, Lord Lu.”

 

“Brother Yun, take care!”

 

Lu Zizai personally escorted Yun Yunyang and his entourage to the gates of the county office, watching as their carriage disappeared down the street. Only then did he turn to Captain Ban.

 

“Gather the manpower. Within half a month, I want five thousand able-bodied, deaf-mute men recruited for me,” he ordered.

 

“Understood, Milord! I’ll see to it immediately,” Captain Ban replied, bowing before hurrying off.

 

In the carriage, a Yun clansman driving the horses glanced toward the compartment and said with a smile, “Clan brother Yunyang, that stone is indeed remarkable. It’s as if it contains the infinite expanse of a starlit night.”

 

The man had caught a glimpse of the stone earlier in the county office, and the sight had left him awestruck.

 

“This is no ordinary item. Once we’re back, I’ll have the elder Daoist examine it carefully,” Yun Yunyang said solemnly as he opened the box, gazing at the black stone within.

 

Beneath the shade of a willow tree, the blind Daoist was reclining, enjoying a plate of grilled fish delivered personally by Yun Yunshan, savoring the delicacy with unhurried ease. Nearby, Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian sparred with each other in a spacious clearing.

 

“Old Daoist, Yunyang greets you,” Yun Yunyang said as the carriage came to a halt beside the willow tree. He stepped out, carrying the black wooden box, and approached the blind Daoist, bowing in respect.

 

“Hahaha! Brother Yunyang, come and sit,” the blind Daoist replied warmly.

 

“Today, I visited the county office, where Lord Lu gifted me a stone. I couldn’t discern its nature, but it struck me as extraordinary. I’ve brought it here for you to examine,” Yun Yunyang explained, opening the box slowly.

 

The blind Daoist leaned forward, a faint smile forming as he studied the stone.

 

“This is second-tier Obsidian Ore, a spiritual mineral of the Yellow Grade. It’s the primary material for crafting second-tier Yellow Grade spiritual artifacts,” he said with certainty.

 

Chapter 67 The Black Obsidian

 

“Second-tier spiritual ore of the Yellow Grade?”

 

Yun Yunyang froze upon hearing the blind Daoist’s explanation. He stared blankly at the fist-sized chunk of obsidian resting in the black wooden box.

 

He had not expected that his visit to Lu Zizai—merely to request assistance in recruiting laborers—would result in such an extraordinary stroke of fortune.

 

To the esteemed families of Yue Kingdom—the Three Houses and Seven Clans—a second-tier Yellow Grade spiritual ore was not considered rare, but rather commonplace.

 

However, for the newly risen Yun clan of Yun Cang, this piece of obsidian was nothing short of a treasure.

 

“Thank you, venerable Daoist, for enlightening me. I am truly grateful!”

 

Closing the box with care, Yun Yunyang stood and bowed deeply to the blind Daoist in respect.

 

“A trifling matter, hardly worth mentioning,” the Daoist replied dismissively, waving his hand as he resumed eating and drinking with leisurely abandon.

 

Yun Yunyang took his leave, making his way toward a clearing in the distance. From afar, he spotted Yun Yanshuang wielding a peachwood sword, sparring against Yun Yantian, who brandished a short black spear.

 

The air was alive with a storm of sword shadows and spear phantoms, a dazzling display that blurred the line between reality and illusion.

 

The powerful gusts of wind generated by their strikes ripped the grass from the clearing, sending blades of greenery swirling in a wild dance through the air.

 

The ringing clash of the peachwood sword and the black spear echoed relentlessly, sharp and piercing enough to make any onlooker’s ears ache.

 

Both combatants moved with such speed that their forms became spectral blurs, impossible for the mortal eyes of Yun Yunyang to track.

 

It was only after a long while that the clearing settled into a tranquil calm.

 

Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian finally appeared, their foreheads glistening with sweat from their intense duel.

 

“Brother Yantian, your Silver Dragon Spear Technique is getting more and more formidable!”

 

“And your Thousandfold Sword Shadows is nothing to scoff at, Sister Shuang’er!”

 

The siblings stood facing each other, exchanging mutual praise.

 

For the past few months, they had been training under the blind Daoist. Each had been taught a unique Daoist art by their master.

 

Yun Yanshuang’s technique, Thousandfold Sword Shadows, was a third-tier Yellow Grade Daoist art, perfectly suited to her current level of cultivation.

 

Yun Yantian’s Silver Dragon Spear Technique was also a third-tier Yellow Grade Daoist art.

 

In addition, the two had mastered a shared movement art—Footsteps on Snow, Without a Trace, another third-tier Yellow Grade technique.

 

Clap, clap, clap!

 

Applause broke the silence, drawing the attention of both Yun Yanshuang and Yun Yantian. They turned to see their uncle standing at the edge of the clearing.

 

“Uncle!” Yun Yanshuang called out cheerfully, skipping over to him with a bright smile.

 

Yun Yantian followed, bowing respectfully.

 

“Both of you are growing stronger and more skilled with each passing day,” Yun Yunyang said, his face beaming with pride. “That sparring session just now—it truly left me in awe!”

 

Seeing his niece and nephew advancing so rapidly in their cultivation filled Yun Yunyang’s heart with unrestrained joy.

 

“Hehe! It’s all thanks to our master’s excellent teaching. Without him, Brother Yantian and I wouldn’t have such skills,” Yun Yanshuang replied with a grin.

 

“Indeed, the old Daoist is a true sage, worthy of our utmost respect,” Yun Yunyang said with a solemn nod.

 

“By the way, what techniques were you two using during your sparring?”

 

“Uncle,” Yun Yanshuang replied sweetly, “I was using Thousandfold Sword Shadows, a third-tier Yellow Grade Daoist art taught by our master.”

 

“And I was using the Silver Dragon Spear Technique, also a third-tier Yellow Grade Daoist art,” Yun Yantian added.

 

“Both techniques are designed for combat,” he explained further. “In addition, our master also taught us Footsteps on Snow, Without a Trace, a movement art of the same grade.”

 

“Marvelous! Truly marvelous!” Yun Yunyang exclaimed, his admiration evident.

 

“Would you both be willing to transcribe these arts and store them in the clan’s library?” he asked with a smile.

 

“No need to worry, Uncle. Brother Yantian and I have already transcribed them,” Yun Yanshuang replied cheerfully. “We handed them to Uncle Yunrui to safeguard in the library. That way, any clan members with spiritual roots can study them in the future.”

 

“Haha! Well done!” Yun Yunyang laughed heartily, his hand reaching out to gently ruffle his niece’s hair. His eyes shone with gratitude and pride.

 

“By the way, Shuang’er, are you still planning to learn artifact forging?”

 

“Yes, I am.”

 

“Your father has already gone to Yulin County. I’ve asked the Wang family there to look after him and guide him to the marketplace to procure some low-grade spiritual ores for you.”

 

“Hehe! Father already told me, Uncle. I know all about it!” Yun Yanshuang replied with a giggle.

 

“Good,” Yun Yunyang said, nodding with satisfaction.

 

“Also, your uncle came across a spiritual ore in town today. Here, take it,” Yun Yunyang said, handing the black wooden box to Yun Yanshuang.

 

“Uncle, what is this?”

 

Yanshuang’s wide, curious eyes sparkled as she gazed at the black stone inside the box.

 

“Obsidian—a second-tier spiritual ore of the Yellow Grade. It’s a key material for crafting spiritual artifacts of the same rank,” Yun Yunyang explained with a gentle smile.

 

“Uncle, where did you get this?” Yanshuang asked, clearly astonished.

 

A second-tier Yellow Grade spiritual ore was a rare treasure for their family. After all, the Yun clan had no spiritual ore of its own, and her father had to travel to Yulin County’s cultivation markets to purchase some.

 

“Lord Lu gave it to me,” Yun Yunyang replied warmly.

 

“Uncle, didn’t you ask where Lord Lu got it from?”

 

“According to him, an old farmer found it. Lord Lu liked it so much that he took it,” Yun Yunyang said casually.

 

“Uncle,” Yun Yantian interjected, stepping forward, “perhaps you should send someone to find that old farmer and ask where he found this spiritual ore. Based on his description, there might be more to discover.”

 

“Oh? What do you mean?” Yun Yunyang asked, intrigued.

 

“Uncle, our master once spoke of the existence of spiritual veins—hidden underground conduits of energy. The spiritual stones we cultivate with all come from these veins.

 

The higher the grade of the vein, the more abundant and pure the spiritual stones it produces.

 

Similarly, ores like this obsidian, used for artifact forging, also originate from spiritual veins.

 

If this obsidian was indeed stumbled upon by the farmer, it’s highly likely that there’s a spiritual vein where he found it—one that might contain more spiritual ores, spiritual stones, or other treasures,” Yantian explained earnestly.

 

Yun Yunyang listened intently, recalling that the blind Daoist had once mentioned the existence of a spiritual vein beneath Yuncang Mountain, where the Yun clan resided.

 

“Yantian, you make a good point,” Yun Yunyang said, nodding thoughtfully.

 

“I’ll arrange for someone to locate that farmer and get the details. If this leads us to a spiritual vein filled with ores and stones, it would alleviate the emptiness of our family’s stores.”

 

Patting Yantian on the shoulder, Yun Yunyang wasted no time. He hurried off to put the plan into motion.

 

Back at the estate, Yun Yunyang immediately sought out Yun Yunrui.

 

“Yunyang, what is it?” Yunrui asked, noticing his cousin’s urgency.

 

“Gather some men to find an old farmer and ask where he found this piece of obsidian,” Yun Yunyang instructed, explaining the situation in detail.

 

Yunrui nodded, bowing before turning to leave.

 

“Also, inform Yun Yue. Have him assemble some clan soldiers to accompany the investigation. Report back immediately if there’s any development.”

 

“Understood,” Yunrui replied before departing to carry out the orders.

 

Deep within Yuncang Mountain.

 

Yun Yanshui moved like a phantom through the dense forest, his form almost imperceptible as he employed Footsteps on Snow, Without a Trace. Carrying a dark green war bow on his back, he navigated the terrain with effortless grace.

 

Ever since his sister and Brother Yantian had learned Thousandfold Sword Shadows, Silver Dragon Spear Technique, and Footsteps on Snow, Without a Trace from the blind Daoist, their soul imprints had automatically transferred the knowledge of these arts to Yanshui.

 

Without the need for arduous practice, he could perform all three third-tier Yellow Grade Daoist arts with ease.

 

In fact, due to his higher cultivation level, Yanshui’s mastery surpassed that of his siblings.

 

Extending his divine sense, Yanshui spotted a wild boar racing through the underbrush. With practiced efficiency, he slung the war bow from his back, channeled his spiritual energy, and drew the string taut.

 

Whoosh!

 

An arrow of pure spiritual energy shot out like a bolt of lightning, piercing the boar’s skull mid-leap. The beast dropped dead on the spot.

 

Descending swiftly, Yanshui retrieved a small knife from his storage pouch. Squatting next to the carcass, he began humming a cheerful tune as he carved out the most tender portions of meat. He intended to bring it home for his mother to make soup and to offer some as tribute to the bronze mirror.

 

As he worked, faint whimpers drifted from a thicket in the distance. The sound was faint but unmistakable—like the cries of a young animal.

 

Curiosity piqued, Yanshui packed the boar meat and headed toward the source of the noise.

 

Chapter 68: The Mysterious Pup

 

“Whimper… whimper…”

 

Parting a dense patch of underbrush, Yun  Yanshui discovered a small nest made of dried grass and twigs. Inside, nestled snugly, was a tiny, furless creature no larger than a child’s palm.

 

Its soft, pink skin glistened under the dappled light, resembling a newborn puppy. At the center of its forehead was a scale that shimmered like black crystal, with fine, velvety hairs around its edges.

 

“What is this little guy? And where are its parents?”

 

Yun  Yanshui muttered to himself, staring at the tiny creature whimpering weakly in its nest. Clearly starving, it cried pitifully, its sound barely audible amidst the mountain breeze.

 

“Forget it. Looks like you’ve been abandoned,” Yanshui said, scratching his head. “If I leave you here, some wolf or tiger will sniff you out, and you’re done for.”

 

Though he initially planned to move on, he found himself unable to abandon the helpless creature. With a sigh, he tore a strip of cloth from his sleeve, placed some dry grass and leaves on it, and carefully wrapped the pup in a makeshift bundle.

 

“Mother, Brother, I’m home!”

 

Yun  Yanshuang bounded cheerfully into the courtyard after a long day of training.

 

The scent of stir-fried wild boar with green peppers and pickled vegetables wafted from the kitchen, where her mother was busily preparing dinner.

 

“Mother, where’s Brother?” Yanshuang asked, setting down her belongings.

 

“He’s inside. Went hunting in the mountains and brought back a little puppy. Right now, he’s trying to feed it goat milk,” Yun  Qinshi replied with a smile, not pausing in her work.

 

“A puppy?”

 

Yanshuang’s eyes lit up with curiosity as she hurried into the house. Sure enough, she found her brother crouched in the corner, holding a bowl of goat milk in one hand and the tiny pink creature in the other.

 

He was awkwardly pinching the pup’s tiny mouth with his fingers, trying to force-feed it milk from the bowl.

 

“Brother, what are you doing?!”

 

Yanshuang exclaimed, rushing forward to snatch the fragile creature from her brother’s grip. She cradled it in her hands, gently stroking its tiny body.

 

“What does it look like? This pup’s hungry, so I’m trying to feed it!” Yanshui said, blinking in confusion.

 

“Feed it? The poor thing is so tiny! If you keep forcing milk down its throat, you’ll choke it!” Yanshuang scolded, glaring at him.

 

“Well, what else am I supposed to do? It won’t drink on its own!” Yanshui grumbled, setting the bowl of milk on the table and plopping down on a stool with an exasperated sigh.

 

“You’re so clumsy! Let me do it,” Yanshuang declared confidently.

 

“You? Think you can manage?”

 

“Of course, I can!”

 

Puffing her cheeks in determination, Yanshuang carried the pup outside to the courtyard. She fetched a small spoon from the kitchen, planning to feed the milk to the pup one tiny sip at a time.

 

But no matter how carefully she tried, the little creature refused to drink. It lay on the stone table, whimpering softly and turning its head away.

 

“See? This little guy’s just stubborn!” Yanshui called out, leaning against a nearby chair with a smug grin.

 

“Maybe it doesn’t want goat milk,” Yanshuang said thoughtfully.

 

“What, do I need to milk a cow now?”

 

“Go ahead, get some fresh milk from Uncle Yun’s cows.”

 

“You’ve got to be kidding me! This pup is so picky! Fine, but if it still doesn’t drink, I’m tossing it in the frying pan!” Yanshui grumbled as he stood and grabbed the bowl, muttering darkly.

 

The pup whimpered louder at his words, almost as if it understood the threat.

 

“Brother, look at you scaring it! Hurry and go get the milk!” Yanshuang scolded.

 

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” Yanshui replied, shaking his head as he stomped off toward the village.

 

Left alone with the tiny creature, Yanshuang sat by the stone table, gently poking the pup’s little head with her finger while it continued its quiet cries.

 

She absently placed the black wooden box, which her uncle had given her earlier, on the table beside her.

 

“Shuang’er, come help me set the table. Dinner’s almost ready,” Yun  Qinshi called out from the kitchen.

 

“Coming, Mother!”

 

Yun  Yanshuang replied cheerfully, bounding off toward the kitchen.

 

Meanwhile, the tiny pup, which had been lying quietly on the stone table, began to stir. Slowly, with surprising determination, it wriggled its little body toward the black wooden box nearby.

 

Somehow, the small creature mustered the strength to push the heavy lid open with its head. With its pink paws clinging to the edge of the box, it gave a weak kick and tumbled inside.

 

“Shuang’er, the milk’s here!”

 

Yun Yanshui announced as he entered the courtyard, carrying a freshly filled bowl of cow’s milk.

 

“Got it! I’m washing dishes and setting the table!” Yanshuang shouted back from the kitchen.

 

“Just leave it on the stone table—I’ll feed it later!”

 

“Alright,” Yanshui replied, placing the bowl on the table before plopping down on a nearby stool.

 

“Shuang’er, where’s the pup?”

 

“It’s right there on the table, isn’t it?”

 

“No, it’s not!”

 

“How is that possible?”

 

Hearing this, Yanshuang hurried into the courtyard, carrying dishes. Sure enough, the little creature was nowhere to be found.

 

As she scanned the area, her eyes fell on the open black wooden box. Approaching it, she gasped in surprise. The tiny pup lay inside, sound asleep and no longer whimpering. From its tiny frame came the faint sound of hiccups.

 

“What did this pup eat? Its belly is so bloated!”

 

Yanshui had followed her gaze and now stared at the pup in disbelief. Its round, pink belly looked as though it might burst, swollen like a balloon.

 

“Brother… my obsidian…”

 

Yanshuang’s face fell as she realized the black wooden box, which had once held the second-tier Yellow Grade spiritual ore her uncle had gifted her, now contained only the snoozing pup. The obsidian was gone.

 

“What?! You mean there was a second-tier spiritual ore in this box?”

 

“Yes, Uncle gave it to me today. But now…” Yanshuang trailed off, her voice trembling, her eyes brimming with tears.

 

“Could someone have stolen it?”

 

“Impossible. Who in the clan would steal obsidian?” Yanshui shook his head, his gaze falling on the pup. “I think the ore was eaten by this little guy!”

 

“Eaten?”

 

Yanshuang’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the sleeping pup, her mind racing.

 

“This pup… it’s no ordinary beast,” Yanshui said firmly.

 

“Brother, are you saying it’s a spirit beast?”

 

“Exactly. What else could eat spiritual ore like it’s a snack? Especially when it’s just a newborn, without even teeth. This proves it’s extraordinary,” Yanshui explained.

 

“Shuang’er, tomorrow you should take this pup to Master Daoist. He will recognize what kind of spirit beast it is.

 

If it’s dangerous, you’ll have to kill it. If it’s harmless, you can decide whether to keep it.”

 

“But,” he added grimly, “if it truly feeds on spiritual ores, there’s no way our family can afford to raise it. In that case, we’ll have to abandon it and let it fend for itself.”

 

“Brother, that’s so cruel! It’s just a baby!”

 

“And you want to keep it? Do you know how expensive it would be to feed?”

 

Yanshui sighed, spreading his hands helplessly. If he’d known the trouble this pup would bring, he wouldn’t have brought it back from the mountains.

 

“This is on me,” he muttered.

 

“I’ll figure something out,” Yanshuang said softly. “If we just throw it away, it would be too pitiful.”

 

Gently closing the wooden box, she carried it into the house and set it aside, leaving the pup to sleep soundly.

 

The next morning, Yanshuang cradled the black wooden box as she walked to the shaded grove outside the estate. Beneath the familiar willow tree, she found the blind Daoist.

 

“Master,” she said, bowing deeply, “my brother found this pup while hunting in the mountains yesterday. Could you take a look and tell me what it is? It… it ate the obsidian my uncle gave me.”

 

Chapter 69: The Golden-Eyed Beast

 

“This is a young Golden-Eyed Beast,” the blind Daoist said, his voice tinged with amusement. “It’s a spirit beast. When fully grown, it can reach the Qi Refining stage, and with a bit of fortune, it might even advance to the Foundation Establishment stage.”

 

Pausing to glance at the tiny creature sleeping in the box, he chuckled. “Your brother, that lucky rascal, managed to stumble upon a Golden-Eyed Beast cub. What fortune!”

 

“A spirit beast?” Yun Yanshuang’s voice wavered. “Master, is it dangerous?”

 

“The Golden-Eyed Beast is naturally gentle and rarely harms anyone. It typically resides in the depths of mountains, feeding on all kinds of spiritual substances.

 

Its nose is incredibly sensitive, capable of detecting even the faintest traces of spiritual materials hidden deep within forests and mountains,” the Daoist explained.

 

“That’s amazing?”

 

Yanshuang’s eyes widened in wonder as she looked down at the tiny beast. Her gaze sparkled with curiosity and excitement.

 

“Indeed. That’s why I said your brother is fortunate. Do you know how many cultivator families rely on the Golden-Eyed Beast to locate spiritual veins?

 

Even so, obtaining a Golden-Eyed Beast cub is no simple matter. Most families have to pay exorbitant prices at cultivation markets—assuming the cubs are even available. More often than not, they’re not for sale at all. Truly a rare find!”

 

“Hehe! If it’s so extraordinary, then I’ll raise it well. Who knows? Maybe one day it will help my family locate a spiritual vein,” Yanshuang said, her excitement bubbling over.

 

Reflecting on how the cub had managed to find and devour the obsidian her uncle had given her, Yanshuang began to understand just how sharp its innate sense for spiritual materials truly was.

 

“Yes, raising it will undoubtedly benefit your family,” the Daoist agreed. “But keep in mind, the Golden-Eyed Beast has a voracious appetite. Feeding it will require a steady supply of spiritual substances.”

 

“That’s fine, Master,” Yanshuang replied with determination. “If it can help our family locate spiritual materials, the resources spent raising it will be well worth it.”

 

“Haha! It’s good that you think so.”

 

“Master, I’d like to show this little one to my uncle first. May I return later for training?”

 

“Go ahead,” the Daoist said with a nod and a smile.

 

With that, Yanshuang picked up the black wooden box and dashed toward the family’s ancestral hall.

 

Meanwhile, in the clan hall, Yun Yunrui reported solemnly to Yun Yunyang:

 

“Brother Yun Yue has already tracked down the old farmer who found the obsidian.

 

However…”

 

“However, what?”

 

“The location where the farmer found the obsidian lies at the border between Yuncang County and Lan Lin County.

 

Brother Yun Yue and the others began exploring the area, but their search has drawn the attention of the Sun family from Lan Lin.

 

It seems they’ve heard rumors and sent people into the mountains to search for the potential obsidian vein as well.”

 

“What should we do next, Brother Yunyang?” Yun Yunrui asked, concern etched on his face.

 

“Should we send reinforcements to help Brother Yun Yue? If the Sun family discovers the obsidian vein first, all our efforts will have been for nothing!”

 

Yun Yunrui’s words carried a weight of urgency, his furrowed brow reflecting the seriousness of the situation.

 

“There’s no need for additional manpower,” Yun Yunyang replied calmly. “The Sun family doesn’t have a geomancer. Without one, finding the obsidian vein won’t be easy.”

 

He paused, his tone measured.

 

“I learned from the blind Daoist that cultivator families use various methods to locate spiritual veins. Some rely on spirit beasts like the Golden-Eyed Beast.

 

Others train specialized cultivators, known as geomancers, to read the terrain, combine it with the principles of the five elements and eight trigrams, and pinpoint the location of spiritual veins and mineral deposits.”

 

“That makes sense,” Yun Yunrui acknowledged. “But our family doesn’t have a geomancer either. Without reinforcements, finding the obsidian vein will still be difficult.”

 

Yun Yunyang fell silent, lost in thought. After a long pause, he finally said, “It seems we’ll have to meet with Brother Tianming and propose a collaboration. If our two families join forces, we can find the vein together. Once it’s located, we’ll share the resources equally.”

 

Before Yun Yunrui could respond, a lively voice rang out:

 

“Uncle!”

 

Yanshuang burst into the hall, carrying the black wooden box.

 

Carrying the black wooden box, Yun Yanshuang dashed into the hall, her face alight with excitement.

 

“Shuang’er, what brings you here?” Yun Yunyang asked with a warm smile, rising to greet his niece.

 

“Hehe, Uncle, I have something to show you!”

 

“Oh? What is it?”

 

Yanshuang carefully placed the box on the table and opened it slowly, revealing the tiny, pink pup curled up inside, sleeping soundly.

 

“This is…”

 

At first glance, Yun Yunyang thought it was just an ordinary puppy. But as he took a closer look, he noticed its unusual features.

 

“A Golden-Eyed Beast!”

 

Yanshuang beamed, nodding. She proceeded to recount everything the blind Daoist had told her about the beast to her uncle, Yun Yunrui, and the other gathered clan elders.

 

“Hahaha! Excellent, excellent! That rascal Shui’er really is lucky!”

 

“Indeed! I used to think he was wasting his time wandering the mountains hunting. I even considered putting him to work with his father. Who would’ve thought his aimless roaming would bring such a treasure to our clan!”

 

The revelation that the pup was a Golden-Eyed Beast, capable of reaching the Qi Refining stage—or even the Foundation Establishment stage with sufficient fortune—left everyone astonished.

 

More than its potential cultivation, what excited them most was its incredible sense of smell. The Golden-Eyed Beast’s ability to locate spiritual veins and materials made it an invaluable asset.

 

For the Yun family, it was akin to having their own geomancer—a skill highly prized among cultivation families. The thought of this future advantage filled the hall with eager anticipation.

 

“However, this little one has quite the appetite. Feeding it will require a significant amount of spiritual resources, and that could be a problem for us right now,” one elder said, his voice tinged with concern as he gazed at the sleeping cub.

 

“No matter the cost, we must raise it!” Yun Yunyang declared firmly, smiling as he reached into the box to gently stroke the tiny creature.

 

The pup yawned in response to his touch, rolling over lazily before falling back into a deep sleep. The sight sent ripples of laughter through the hall.

 

“Brother Yunyang,” Yun Yunrui interjected, suddenly recalling something. “Now that we have this Golden-Eyed Beast, perhaps we can use it to locate the obsidian vein!”

 

“You’re not wrong,” Yun Yunyang said thoughtfully. “But it’s still too young. It won’t be able to assist us for now.”

 

“Then… what do you suggest?”

 

“Tell Yun Yue to bring everyone back. There’s no need to continue searching for the obsidian vein for the time being.”

 

“But how can we withdraw? The Sun family from Lan Lin has already begun their search. If we pull back now and they find it first, all our efforts will be wasted!”

 

“Veins like these are buried deep underground. Without the proper methods or tools, they’re nearly impossible to locate,” Yun Yunyang replied with a confident smile.

 

The Yun family lacked geomancers and specialized means of locating spiritual materials. Until now, Yunyang had considered sending Yun Yue and his group to comb the area meticulously, even if it took months or years.

 

But with the Golden-Eyed Beast now in their possession, such measures were unnecessary. Once the cub matured, it could locate the vein with ease, sparing the family time and manpower.

 

As for the Sun family, Yun Yunyang was unconcerned. Without specialized methods, they would need years—possibly decades—to stumble upon the hidden vein.

 

“Understood,” Yun Yunrui said, nodding. “I’ll send someone to inform Brother Yun Yue and have him bring everyone back.”

 

Chapter 70 : Responsibility Bestowed

 

“Shuang’er, since your brother found the Golden-Eyed Beast, it’s only fitting that he be the one to care for it,” Yun Yunyang said with a gentle smile, ruffling his niece’s hair affectionately. “Besides, Shui’er spends his days idling about. This will give him something meaningful to do.”

 

“But Uncle, my brother is so clumsy! I’m worried…”

 

“You are one of the family’s cultivators, a bearer of spiritual roots. You mustn’t waste your time on such matters and neglect your training. Do you understand?”

 

Yun Yunyang’s tone remained kind, yet firm.

 

“Understood, Uncle. I’ll take the Golden-Eyed Beast back and hand it over to Brother,” Yanshuang replied after a brief moment of contemplation, nodding obediently.

 

“In addition,” Yun Yunyang continued, “there are twenty-five lower-grade spirit stones left in the family’s treasury. I’ll have your Uncle Yunrui retrieve them and give them to Shui’er.

 

For now, we don’t have the resources to properly feed the Golden-Eyed Beast, so these spirit stones will have to suffice.”

 

“Alright,” Yanshuang said, her smile returning. She cheerfully picked up the wooden box and headed home.

 

Meanwhile, Yun Yunrui left the ancestral hall to carry out his orders: notifying Yun Yue to return with the search party and retrieving the spirit stones for Yun Yanshui from the family’s treasury.

 

Moments later, a Yun clansman entered the hall, bowing as he announced, “Brother Yunshan has returned with his group from Yulin County!”

 

“Let’s go and greet them,” Yun Yunyang said with a smile, leading the others outside.

 

“Big Brother,” Yun Yunshan called, clasping his hands respectfully as he saw Yun Yunyang approaching with a group of elders.

 

“You’ve worked hard on this journey,” Yunyang said warmly.

 

“It was nothing, Big Brother. Just a bit of travel,” Yunshan replied modestly.

 

“How did the procurement go?” Yunyang asked.

 

“Please, take a look,” Yunshan said, producing a box and opening it slowly. Inside were five spirit ores, each emitting a faint aura of power.

 

“This trip to the cultivation market in Yulin County yielded five spirit ores, all of Yellow Grade, first tier. The total cost was sixty-eight lower-grade spirit stones.

 

We still have twelve stones left,” Yunshan explained, handing over a small pouch containing the remaining stones.

 

“Keep the spirit stones,” Yunyang said, waving off the gesture.

 

“Why?” Yunshan asked, surprised.

 

“Hahaha! Your son, Shui’er, is quite something—his luck is extraordinary.”

 

At these words, a flicker of unease crossed Yunshan’s face. Had Shui’er’s lack of spiritual roots been discovered?

 

But as Yunyang elaborated on the events surrounding the Golden-Eyed Beast, Yunshan’s anxiety eased into a mixture of relief and amusement.

 

“That rascal,” Yunshan said with a laugh. “He spends all his time loafing about, and yet he managed to do something incredible for the family!”

 

“Exactly,” Yunyang said with a chuckle. “I’ve assigned Shui’er to take care of the Golden-Eyed Beast from now on. Give him these twelve remaining spirit stones as feed for the beast.”

 

“But what about Shuang’er and Tian’er? They need spirit stones for their cultivation,” Yunshan said, his concern resurfacing.

 

“The court’s stipend has arrived. It should cover their cultivation needs for the time being. There’s no need to worry.

 

Besides, if we raise the Golden-Eyed Beast properly, it will give our family the ability to locate spiritual veins and minerals with ease.

 

If it succeeds, our family’s future supply of spirit stones and ores will no longer be a concern,” Yunyang said with a hearty laugh.

 

“You’re right, Big Brother,” Yunshan said, nodding in agreement.

 

“Good. Take the remaining twelve spirit stones to Shui’er. Also, give the five spirit ores to Shuang’er so she can continue learning the art of artifact forging.”

 

“Understood. I’ll see to it immediately,” Yunshan replied, bowing before heading off to fulfill his tasks.

 

Yun Yunyang gave his younger brother, Yunshan, a reassuring pat on the shoulder, signaling him to head home.

 

Not long after Yunshan departed, another clan member hurried into the ancestral hall with a report: Lu Zizai had arrived with his retinue, bringing along the promised five thousand deaf-mute laborers.

 

Upon hearing this, Yun Yunyang immediately led a group of clan elders outside to greet their visitors. His focus was now on properly settling the laborers before organizing the necessary tools and materials for their work—digging and channeling the water deep within Yuncang Mountain.

 

Back at the Yun family estate, Yun Yanshui was lounging lazily in the courtyard, enjoying the shade when his sister burst in with the wooden box.

 

“What? I’m supposed to take care of this pup?” he exclaimed, his face twisting into a comical grimace as Yanshuang relayed her uncle’s decision.

 

“Who else but you? You brought it back, and besides, all you do is laze around,” Yanshuang retorted with a playful huff.

 

“Hey! I’m not lazy!” Yanshui protested, but his tone lacked conviction.

 

“Doesn’t matter. Uncle said you’re responsible for it. If anything happens to this pup, I’ll make sure something happens to you first!” Yanshuang shot back, her expression stern.

 

Placing the slumbering Golden-Eyed Beast on the stone table beside her brother, she turned and strode out of the courtyard to resume her cultivation outside the estate.

 

Left alone with the pup, Yanshui sighed, his face a picture of helplessness. He poked the sleeping cub with a finger, muttering, “Sleep, sleep, sleep! That’s all you do! Get up and do something useful, you little freeloader!”

 

“Whimper…”

 

The Golden-Eyed Beast stirred, letting out a disgruntled cry at being disturbed. Its tiny, toothless mouth snapped at Yanshui’s finger in protest.

 

“Oh, so you’re feisty, huh?” Yanshui chuckled, pulling his hand back. “Fine, let’s see how feisty you are after I skip your next meal!”

 

“Talking to yourself again?”

 

The courtyard gate creaked open, and Yun Yunshan stepped inside, shaking his head with a smile at his son’s antics.

 

“Father, you’re back!” Yanshui exclaimed, springing up from his chair to greet him.

 

“Where’s your sister?”

 

“She just left to practice outside the estate.”

 

“So, this is the Golden-Eyed Beast you found?” Yunshan asked, stepping under the shade of the tree. He peered into the wooden box, where the cub had already drifted back to sleep.

 

“Yeah, it’s like a clingy little leech. Can’t seem to get rid of it,” Yanshui muttered, though his words carried no malice.

 

“Your uncle entrusted it to you, so take good care of it,” Yunshan said patiently.

 

“Alright, I get it,” Yanshui replied with a sigh.

 

“Also,” Yunshan continued, “here are the five spirit ores I purchased in Yulin County. They’re exactly what you requested.

 

And these are the twelve remaining lower-grade spirit stones your uncle instructed me to give you. Use them to feed the Golden-Eyed Beast,” he said, handing over a box and a pouch of stones.

 

“Brother Yunshan, Shui’er!”

 

The gate opened again as Yun Yunrui entered the courtyard with a warm smile.

 

“Brother Yunrui, come in and sit,” Yunshan said, motioning toward a chair.

 

“Uncle Yunrui,” Yanshui added, hurrying into the house to fetch fruits and snacks for his guest.

 

“Shui’er, your uncle asked me to bring you these twenty-five lower-grade spirit stones. You’d better take good care of the Golden-Eyed Beast—it’s a treasure for our family,” Yunrui said, placing a pouch of stones on the stone table.

 

“Don’t worry, Uncle. With me around, this pup won’t starve. I’ll make sure it grows up big and strong,” Yanshui replied with a grin.

 

“Good. Your uncle has faith in you, so don’t disappoint us. If this beast matures, it’ll be a fortune-bringer for the family,” Yunrui said.

 

“Hehe, my sister already told me how amazing it is. Don’t worry, Uncle—I’ll take care of it!” Yanshui said enthusiastically.

 

Yunrui turned back to Yunshan with a more serious tone.

 

“Brother Yunshan, I’ve completed one errand, but your elder brother has asked me to deliver another message.”

 

“What is it?” Yunshan asked.

 

“Earlier, Lord Lu arrived with five thousand deaf-mute laborers. Your brother has settled them in the inns outside the estate for now, but he needs your help with something.”

 

“What’s the problem?”

 

“The tools and materials for digging and channeling are still incomplete. Your brother has asked you to supervise the workers at the forge to ensure everything is crafted quickly.

 

This project will take a long time, and your expertise in managing the forge will be essential.”

 

“I understand. I’ll head to the forge immediately and ensure the workers increase their pace,” Yunshan said with a nod.

 

“Good. I’ll leave the matter in your hands. There’s much to do back at the estate, so I’ll take my leave now.”

 

“Take care,” Yunshan said as Yunrui rose.

 

“Uncle Yunrui, take some fruits and snacks for the road!” Yanshui chimed in, offering a peach and a small bundle of pastries.

 

“Thank you, Shui’er,” Yunrui said with a chuckle, accepting the gifts before departing the courtyard.