The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

"Brother, is this good enough?"

Yun Yanshuang carefully enveloped a refined piece of spiritual ore in her energy and handed it to her brother for inspection.

"It's passable. But for your first attempt, this is already quite decent," Yun Yanshui replied, nodding approvingly.

"Alright, now go ahead and refine the remaining four pieces of ore in the same manner. Make sure to remove all the impurities," he instructed.

Yanshuang nodded resolutely and returned to her task, channeling all her focus into the refining process. She dared not be careless for even a moment.

Meanwhile, Yanshui leaned against the wall, yawning as he held the drowsy Golden-Eyed Beast cub. The cub mimicked him, letting out a small yawn of its own.

Time passed, and Yanshuang finally completed refining all four remaining pieces of ore.

"According to The Hundred Essentials of Artifact Forging, the next step is to merge the five refined spiritual ore liquids together.

Remember, you must proceed with utmost caution. Use your spiritual sense to control the merging process and maintain a delicate balance.

If you rush or lose control, the mixture could explode," Yanshui warned.

"Explode?!" Yanshuang exclaimed, her eyes widening in alarm.

"Of course! Did you think forging was simple?" Yanshui teased, though his tone turned gentler. "But don't worry. You've done a fine job refining the ores so far, which shows your control is steady.

As long as you stay calm, you'll be able to merge the liquids without any trouble."

"I… I'll try my best," Yanshuang replied nervously, her face tightening with determination.

Taking a deep breath, she channeled her spiritual sense into the five liquid ores, carefully guiding them to merge at a controlled pace.

The room grew silent except for the faint hum of energy as Yanshuang worked meticulously, her small face taut with concentration. She knew that failure would mean wasting the precious spiritual ores her family had worked so hard to obtain.

"Relax, Shuang'er. The more tense you are, the more likely you are to make a mistake," Yanshui reminded her gently.

"Okay, I'll try," Yanshuang said, though her nerves were still evident.

Thankfully, luck was on her side. Slowly but surely, under her careful guidance, the five liquids began to merge, their energies harmonizing into a balanced state.

"Brother, I did it!"

Yanshuang exhaled a long breath, her shoulders relaxing as a sweet smile spread across her face.

"Haha! Not bad at all! Looks like you've got a knack for forging. Succeeding on your first try is no small feat," Yanshui said, clapping his hands in approval.

"Now you can shape the liquid into whatever form you want—a sword, spear, dagger, you name it."

"I want to make a sword," Yanshuang said confidently.

"Your choice," Yanshui said, gesturing toward the tools in the room.

"The mold slots are in the corner. Pour the liquid in, and it will cool and solidify.

Remember, once you've shaped the sword embryo, there's still a long process of carving and polishing before it's truly finished," he reminded her.

"Got it!"

With a bright smile, Yanshuang carried the glowing liquid to the corner, carefully pouring it into a sword mold.

"Let's head back. It needs time to cool. You can return later to start the fine-tuning," Yanshui suggested.

"Alright!" Yanshuang said cheerfully, following her brother out of the workshop.

As the siblings passed through the forge, several Yun clan members greeted them warmly. Yanshui and Yanshuang responded with respectful smiles and polite nods.

"How did the forging go?"

Stepping outside, they ran into Yun Yunshan.

"Father, Shuang'er did great!" Yanshui exclaimed. "She successfully refined the five ores and merged them into a liquid.

She's already poured it into a mold for a sword. Once it's cooled, she'll carve and polish it into a proper blade."

"Is that so? Shuang'er, you've made your father proud," Yunshan said, his face beaming with pride.

"Thank you, Father," Yanshuang said, her cheeks flushing with happiness.@@novelbin@@

"If the finished sword turns out well, I plan to sell my peachwood sword at the Yulin Market to trade for spirit stones to support our family," she added thoughtfully.

"Haha! Excellent idea," Yunshan said, laughing heartily.

"By the way, I have some wonderful news to share," Yunshan continued.

"Father, what is it?" the siblings asked eagerly.

"Your cousin Linger has successfully given birth to a son.

Your uncle tested the child with the spiritual root stone, and he's a spiritual root cultivator just like you two—a third-grade spiritual root," Yunshan announced, unable to contain his excitement.

"Really?!"

Yun Yanshui and Yun Yanshuang were overjoyed.

"Father, how could you joke about something like this?" Yanshui asked, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Father, can we go see our little nephew?" Yanshuang chimed in eagerly.

"Of course, go ahead. I still have work to do at the forge," Yunshan replied, his tone indulgent.

"Alright!"

The siblings nodded with excitement and dashed off toward the family estate.

In the courtyard, Yun Yunyang cradled the newborn baby in his arms, his face glowing with pride and joy.

"Hahaha! What a wonderful day! My precious grandson is a spiritual root cultivator—he hasn't let me down!" Yunyang exclaimed, beaming.

Around him, the Yun clan elders—Yun Yue, Yun Feng, Yun Rui, Yun Xun, and others—had gathered to celebrate. The air was electric with excitement and congratulations.

"F-Father-in-law, p-please be careful not to drop him," Qin Zhan stammered nervously, torn between his joy and his concern for his newborn son.

"Hahaha! Silly boy, do you think I'd drop my precious grandson?" Yunyang retorted with a playful scold.

"Hehe, you're right, Father-in-law," Qin Zhan replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his head with an embarrassed grin.

"And your parents? Have you notified them?" Yunyang asked.

"Yes, I've informed them. They're on their way, bringing some supplements for Ling'er. Giving birth wasn't easy for her," Qin Zhan replied.

"Good. Now go check on Ling'er. I'll take care of your son," Yunyang said, waving him off.

"Yes, sir!" Qin Zhan answered obediently and hurried inside to see his wife, Yun Yanling.

"Uncle!"

Yanshui and Yanshuang burst into the courtyard like a whirlwind, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"Hahaha! Shui'er, Shuang'er, you're here! Come, meet your little nephew," Yunyang called out warmly.

"Uncle, let me hold him!" Yanshui exclaimed, passing the Golden-Eyed Beast cub into his sister's arms without a second thought and stretching his hands toward his uncle.

"Alright, but be careful. He's just a newborn—his bones are still soft," Yunyang warned, smiling indulgently.

"Don't worry!" Yanshui said with a grin as he carefully took the baby into his arms, gently rocking him.

"He looks so much like Sister Ling'er!" Yanshui remarked, marveling at the baby's tiny features.

"He's so small and smells like milk!" Yanshuang said with a delighted giggle, leaning in to sniff her nephew's sweet baby scent. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and affection.

"And that little mouth—just like Brother-in-law's," added Yansong, stepping closer to take a look. Find your next adventure on My Virtual Library Empire

"His eyes and brows resemble Sister Ling'er's. He's going to grow up to be a dashing young gentleman, sure to capture the hearts of many rich young ladies," Yansong joked, his laughter infectious.

"Uncle, have you thought of a name for him yet?" Yantian asked, glancing up at Yunyang with a smile.

"Ah, my memory! I've been so caught up in the joy of his birth that I completely forgot!" Yunyang said with a laugh, tapping his forehead as if to jog his memory.

"Brother Yunyang, according to the family's naming tradition, this child belongs to the 'Wen' generation," Yunrui reminded him.

"The 'Wen' generation, is it?" Yunyang murmured, falling into thoughtful silence.

After a moment, his face lit up. "We'll name him Wen Xuan. The name 'Xuan' conveys an air of elegance and grandeur—may he grow up to embody those qualities!"