The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

"Ling'er!"

Yun Yanshui and the group entered the room with baby Yun Wenxuan in his arms, their faces glowing with excitement.

Inside, they found Qin Zhan attentively tending to Yun Yanling, who was resting after the exhausting childbirth.

"Ling'er, look! Here's your son. Uncle just named him Wenxuan!" Yanshui exclaimed as he sat down at the bedside, holding the newborn carefully.

"Wenxuan… It's a good name," Yanling said weakly, leaning against the headboard. Her face was pale, her body frail, but her eyes shone with maternal love as they rested on her baby.

She reached out with difficulty, her hands trembling as she gently caressed her son's tiny head.

"Not only that, Wenxuan is a spiritual root cultivator, just like Shuang'er and Yantian—he has a third-grade spiritual root!" Yanshui added excitedly.

"Really?" Yanling smiled, her expression softening.

She felt a wave of relief and pride, knowing she had fulfilled her father's expectations by giving birth to a child with spiritual potential.

"Don't worry, Ling'er. Once Wenxuan is older, Uncle Yunrui and Mr. Yu will teach him to read and write. And I'll guide him in cultivation myself!" Yanshui declared confidently.

"Yantian will help too! We'll make sure he grows strong," Yanshuang chimed in with a gentle smile.

"Thank you both. I'll count on you to teach Wenxuan well," Yanling said, patting Yanshuang's head fondly.

"Hehe! Brother-in-law, you've done well this time! Not only a son but a spiritual root cultivator too," Yanshui teased, his grin aimed at Qin Zhan.

"Not my doing—it's all thanks to Ling'er's strength!" Qin Zhan replied sheepishly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Keep it up, Brother-in-law! Try for a daughter next time—then you'll have the perfect pair! And if she's also a spiritual root cultivator, our Yun family will be unstoppable!" Yun Yanbai chimed in with a sly grin, nudging Qin Zhan's chest playfully.

"Haha! Exactly! You and Ling'er should focus on expanding the family tree," Yanshui added, his voice full of mischief.

"Enough already! Ling'er nearly lost her life giving birth to our son—I'm content with one child," Qin Zhan said with a helpless shake of his head.

"Alright, everyone out!" he added, shooing the teasing siblings away. "Ling'er needs rest—she's still weak and needs proper recovery."

That night, the Yun family estate was filled with joyous commotion.

In celebration of Yun Yanling's safe delivery of a spiritual root cultivator, Yun Yunyang hosted a grand feast. Guests and family members gathered to drink, laugh, and share in the happiness of the occasion.

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The revelry continued late into the night, and only then did the guests begin to depart, each one in high spirits.

"Now your uncle has a spiritual root grandson, and your second and fourth uncles both have spiritual root children. Only our branch is left without one!" Yun Yunfeng sighed as he walked with his two sons, his voice tinged with envy.

"Father, when my brother and I grow older, we'll marry proper wives and ensure our branch also produces spiritual root descendants," Yanbai said with earnest determination.

"That's right! If one wife doesn't work, we'll marry more until we succeed," Yanbai added with a cheeky grin.

"Hahaha! Alright, I'll hold you both to it. When the time comes, I'll ask your uncle to arrange matches with noble young ladies for you two," Yunfeng said, his spirits lifting.

"I want someone gentle," Yansong declared firmly.

"I want someone beautiful with a good figure," Yanbai countered, smirking.

"You two rascals!" Yunfeng laughed, giving each of them a playful smack on the head. "You don't even have the faintest plans yet, and you're already being picky!"

Seasons changed swiftly, and before long, summer arrived.

In the two or three months that followed, Yun Yunshan had successfully overseen the production of enough tools and materials for the grand task ahead.

Yun Yunfeng, appointed by his elder brother, now led the clan's efforts to supervise the five thousand deaf-mute laborers. Their mission: to channel the sacred spring deep within Yunzhang Mountain to the Yun family's lands.

Everything was progressing smoothly.

In the past two or three months, Yun Yanshuang had been diligently focused on her cultivation while also spending time in the forging chamber, meticulously carving and polishing the sword embryo under her brother's guidance.

Meanwhile, Yun Yanshui continued his usual routine: heading into the mountains with his black war bow to hunt, offering tributes to the ancient bronze mirror, and otherwise lounging at home caring for the Golden-Eyed Beast cub. Occasionally, he'd join his friends, like Yun Yandong, for some carefree fun—bathing in streams or catching fish in the Lijai Valley.

Life seemed leisurely, but progress was steady.

Yanshui's cultivation had advanced to the peak of the fifth stage of the Breath Embryo realm, with a breakthrough just within reach.

His younger sister, Yanshuang, had reached the peak of the fourth stage, and Yantian had similarly stabilized at the fourth stage. Compared to other young cultivators in Yue Country, their progress was exceptionally fast.

However, the further they advanced, the more time it took for Yanshuang and Yantian to make breakthroughs.

For Yanshui, though, progress was steady, thanks to the growing Golden-Eyed Beast. The cub, now covered in fine grayish-white fur and the size of a clenched fist, had a voracious appetite for spirit stones and occasionally for the celestial fruits produced by the bronze mirror.

As the beast grew, so did its strength, and the cultivation feedback it provided to Yanshui became increasingly significant.

"Eat, eat, eat! That's all you know how to do!" Yanshui groaned, glaring at the Golden-Eyed Beast as it stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes, mouth open and ready for food.

"You've eaten all the spirit stones! The ones Father and Uncle Yunrui gave me are gone! I can't afford to keep feeding you!"

The cub, now demanding more food than ever, let out a plaintive whimper, its large eyes brimming with a pitiful clarity that only deepened Yanshui's frustration.

"I've only managed to save six celestial fruits so far, and I can't waste them on you!" he grumbled.

In truth, those fruits had other uses, and he couldn't bear to let the beast devour them. But with no spirit stones left, the family was struggling to support this ever-hungry creature.@@novelbin@@

"Brother, what are you yelling about this time?"

Yanshuang's cheerful voice interrupted his lament as she returned from the forge, stepping into the courtyard with a smile.

"What else? This greedy thing keeps growing, and its appetite grows with it. Father and Uncle Yunrui's thirty-seven spirit stones are all gone! I'm at my wit's end!"

Yanshui gestured helplessly at the Golden-Eyed Beast, now staring plaintively at him.

Yanshuang laughed as she walked over to the table, gently stroking the cub's soft fur.

"Why not take it with you when you go hunting? Its keen sense of smell might help it find its own food—and who knows, maybe it'll lead to something valuable for the family," she suggested, her voice calm and practical.

"Good idea," Yanshui said after a moment of thought, nodding in agreement.

"Like Mr. Yu says: 'Train soldiers for a thousand days, use them in one.' It's time this creature earned its keep!"

Yanshuang chuckled. "I'm sure it'll do well. It might even bring some surprises back for the family."

She reached into her storage pouch and pulled out a spirit stone, placing it gently in the beast's mouth.

The Golden-Eyed Beast crunched the stone with gusto, its eyes glinting with satisfaction as it finally stopped whining.

"By the way, how's your sword coming along?" Yanshui asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes.

"It's done! Look," Yanshuang said, pulling a short sword from her storage pouch and placing it on the table.

The blade was three feet long and three fingers wide, its surface a rich, dark green hue that shimmered with an ethereal glow.

Intricate, dazzling patterns of divine runes adorned the blade, giving it an otherworldly beauty that left Yanshui speechless.

"This… this is impressive! A proper spiritual weapon—it's leagues better than your old peachwood sword!"

"Isn't it amazing? What do you think?" Yanshuang said, her face beaming with pride.

"Absolutely incredible! My little sister is a genius!"

"Ahhh! Stop that, you little beast! You can't eat the sword!" Yanshui shouted suddenly, as the Golden-Eyed Beast leapt toward the table, its mouth open and ready to chomp on the glowing weapon.