The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

"The Wang family gave the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan several jars of Crimson Mulberry Spirit Wine, yet the Yun Clan only gifted the Sun family one jar."

Inside the carriage, Sun Fengli voiced his dissatisfaction openly.

"Silence."

Sun Tianming's voice was cold, his rebuke sharp.

Seeing this, Sun Fengli quickly lowered his head, fear evident, and dared not speak further.

"This single jar alone is a celestial fortune. Were it not for our familial ties, the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan would have had no obligation to bestow even one jar upon the Sun family. One must not be too greedy!"

"I had thought that in the past five years, your conduct would have seen some improvement. To my disappointment, it seems I was mistaken!"

"Grandfather, please don't be angry. Your grandson admits his fault."

"Let us hope that your admission is sincere and not mere lip service. You must remember, always and without fail, that only through self-strengthening can one earn the respect of others.

Our Sun family is weak now, so we must remain humble, act cautiously, and avoid unnecessary trouble.@@novelbin@@

Have you learned nothing from the disaster at Cloudrise Mountain five years ago?"

Sun Tianming fixed his gaze on his grandson, his expression stern and unyielding.

The Yun Warehouse Yun Clan was deeply entwined with celestial opportunities, and their bond with the Sun family, through marriage, was a treasure not to be squandered.

He understood clearly that if the Sun family were to thrive, the Yun Clan was their sole benefactor.

Over the past five years, their family had reaped substantial profits and amassed valuable cultivation resources by assisting the Yun Clan in mining obsidian veins.

"I will remember Grandfather's words," Sun Fengli replied with deference, his tone earnest.

Seeing this, Sun Tianming refrained from speaking further.

He had said all that needed saying. Whether Sun Fengli had truly internalized his lesson or was simply putting on a facade remained to be seen.

Should he fail to learn, and calamity eventually befell him, it would be his own doing.

Meanwhile, at Yun Warehouse Mountain, Yun Manor.

After three days and nights of hard travel, Yun Yunyang finally returned to the clan with his entourage. He headed straight for Yun Yansong's residence.

"Elder Brother."

In the courtyard, Yun Yansong was happily doting on his newborn twins. When he saw Yun Yunyang approaching from afar, he quickly greeted him with a smile. Read exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

"These are my newly born grandchildren?"

Yun Yunyang's face lit up as he gazed at the infants in Yun Yansong's arms, his weathered features brimming with affection.

"Yes," Yun Yansong responded with a warm smile.

"And Fengyu? How is her health?"

"She's doing well. The clan has provided plenty of supplements to aid her recovery."

"Fengyu has done a great service for our Yun family this time. You must treat her well in the future. If I find out you've mistreated her, you can be sure I won't go easy on you!"

"Haha! Elder Brother, you jest. Fengyu is my wife—I'll naturally treat her with care."

"Have your in-laws come to visit her yet?"

"Yes, they came by and left for the Blue Scale Sun Clan yesterday."

"And your father?"

"He's busy tending the spirit fields in the back mountains."

"And Yanbai? Hasn't that rascal's wedding day come close?"

"Haha! Next month, he's getting married. I've even heard Qin Yue is already with child."

"That troublemaker! Even as a child, he was more mischievous than you, always causing a ruckus… and now he's managed to get the girl pregnant before the wedding!" Yun Yunyang chuckled, shaking his head.

"Oh, by the way, your grandfather and elder brother-in-law have also arrived."

Remembering this, Yun Yunyang quickly moved to welcome Sun Tianming and his party.

"Brother Yansong, what names have you chosen for my niece and nephew?" Yun Yanshuang asked.

"Wenlong and Wenfeng," Yun Yansong replied, smiling. "Their names were chosen by Master Yu. May these children live under the blessings of prosperity, like a harmonious dragon and phoenix, safe throughout their lives."

"Let me hold them!"

"Of course."

Yun Yansong nodded, passing his son Wenlong to Yun Yanshuang and his daughter Wenfeng to Yun Yantian.

"Yanshuang, Brother Yantian, please keep an eye on the children for me. I'll go greet my grandfather and the others."

"Go ahead," Yun Yantian replied with a smile, cradling the slumbering Wenfeng in his arms, his face full of doting affection.

"Nephew, I greet Grandfather!"

As Yun Yansong stepped out of his house, he was immediately met by Sun Tianming, walking side by side with Yun Yunyang. Bowing respectfully, Yun Yansong greeted him.

"Haha! No need for such formalities. Take me inside—I want to see how the children and Fengyu are doing," Sun Tianming said with a hearty laugh, stepping forward to help Yun Yansong up.

"Brother Fenglin, Brother Fengxuan, Brother Fengli, please, come in," Yun Yansong added quickly, beckoning the three Sun brothers to follow as he led them into his home.

Once inside the courtyard, Sun Tianming and his group took a moment to check on their grandson and granddaughter before entering the house to see Sun Fengyu.

The visit of her maternal family brought Sun Fengyu immense joy. She spent a long time chatting with her grandfather and three older brothers about family matters, the warm atmosphere filling the room.

By noon, under Yun Yansong's careful arrangements, the guests enjoyed a lavish lunch before bidding farewell and departing.

Elsewhere in the Yun Clan compound, at the medical pavilion, Yun Yunsun was hard at work. Upon hearing of his elder brother's return, he hurried over to find him.

"Brother Yunyang!"

In the courtyard, Yun Yunyang was holding little Wenlong in his arms when he spotted Yun Yunsun approaching. He greeted his younger brother warmly, "Yunsun, have you eaten?"

"Yes, I've already eaten," Yun Yunsun replied with a smile.

"Come, have a seat."

Yun Yunyang gestured for him to sit, while Yun Yansong poured a cup of tea for their uncle.

"This time, I've come to share some good news," Yun Yunsun began.

"Oh? What good news?" Yun Yunyang asked curiously.

"A few days ago, Yansong and Yanshui led a group into the mountains, hoping to locate a new spiritual ore vein. Instead, they stumbled upon a Purple Jade Bamboo plant."

As he spoke, Yun Yunsun took out a small sack and opened it slightly, revealing the faintly fragrant purple rice harvested from the plant.

He went on to explain his plan: to cultivate the Purple Jade Bamboo in large quantities and attempt to transplant it into the clan's spirit fields in the back mountains, ensuring a stable and sustainable harvest of the precious purple rice.

"Purple Jade Bamboo rice can be used to brew spirit wine, which fetches an extremely high price. Moreover, the bamboo itself is a valuable spiritual material—its branches can be used for crafting tools and creating talisman paper and pens."

"It can be used for crafting?" Yun Yanshuang's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Yes, it could help reduce some of our expenses on purchasing spiritual ores," Yun Yunsun confirmed.

"I've been learning the art of talismans under my master," Yun Yantian added eagerly. "The lack of talisman paper and pens for practice has been a significant challenge. If we can produce them ourselves, it would save us a great deal of cost and allow me to focus on my studies."

"Haha! Yanshui and Yansong have truly accomplished something remarkable this time!" Yun Yunyang exclaimed with a hearty laugh.

"But does the clan possess the knowledge to cultivate Purple Jade Bamboo?" he asked, his tone turning serious as his gaze fell on Yun Yantian.

As the primary caretaker of the spiritual fields in the back mountains, much of the management of the clan's spiritual crops fell to Yun Yantian.

"Uncle, we do have the knowledge," Yun Yantian assured him.

"Good. Then you'll take your Uncle Yunsun into the mountains later to see if that Purple Jade Bamboo plant can be successfully transplanted into the clan's spirit fields. Make sure it's well cared for. This bamboo is a treasure, worth as much as, if not more than, obsidian."

Yun Yunyang's tone was filled with anticipation. The potential of the Purple Jade Bamboo was immense. Its rice could strengthen the body and extend life, making it valuable for both mortals and cultivators. It could also be used to brew spirit wine—a single jar could fetch a price comparable to that of Crimson Mulberry Spirit Wine.

If the Yun Clan could successfully cultivate Purple Jade Bamboo on a large scale and learn the methods of brewing spirit wine, they could secure a steady stream of wealth. It would require far less labor than mining obsidian and be much more sustainable in the long term.

Furthermore, the bamboo's branches, suitable for crafting and talisman-making, offered value far exceeding that of obsidian.

"By the way, I have one more matter to discuss," Yun Yunsun added.

"What is it?"

"Recently, Yanshui shared some ideas with me, and I believe they have merit."

Yun Yunsun then relayed Yanshui's bold speculations and plans to Yun Yunyang in detail.

"That rascal! He's thought of things we old folks never considered!" Yun Yunyang exclaimed, deeply impressed by his nephew's ingenuity.

"Still, to sustain the daily needs of the clan members, the success of cultivating large quantities of Purple Jade Bamboo and spiritual rice is crucial."

"Indeed!" Yun Yunyang nodded.

"Yanshuang, Yantian, the coming days will be tough for you both."

"Uncle, don't worry. Yanshuang and I will do our utmost," the two siblings replied in unison, their resolve evident.