The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 22: Low-grade Spiritual Stone

Yunzhang Mountain

Early in the morning, Yun Yanshui, armed with his black-green war bow and a quiver full of arrows, ventured into the mountain alone to hunt.

Since his father explained the concept of spiritual sense among cultivators, Yun Yanshui had been eager to test whether his breakthrough to the second level of the Embryo Breath Realm had granted him this ability.

Hiding within a thicket, Yun Yanshui lowered his presence, blending seamlessly with the bushes around him. Simultaneously, he closed his eyes and focused on perceiving his surroundings.

Initially, his vision was plunged into complete darkness. But as he calmed his mind, the void gradually brightened. He "saw" everything within an 800-meter radius, centered on himself. His unique perspective could shift and lock onto any object within this range with precision.

Even the faintest rustle of leaves couldn’t escape his detection.

Suddenly, a gray rabbit darted out of the bushes, leaping into the air.

Having already locked onto the rabbit with his spiritual sense, Yun Yanshui swiftly drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and let it fly. The arrow struck the rabbit mid-leap, pinning it to a nearby tree trunk.

Opening his eyes, Yun Yanshui approached the rabbit with a smile. "So this is what they call spiritual sense," he muttered to himself.

He recalled what his father had learned from the blind old Daoist: the stronger a cultivator’s abilities, the more powerful their spiritual sense, and the broader its range.

"Even with my eyes closed, I can sense everything within a twenty-meter radius. This spiritual sense makes it so much easier to hunt," he mused.

He retrieved the arrow and placed the rabbit in his bag before crouching low and sneaking into another thicket. This time, he planned to experiment by infusing his arrows with spiritual energy to see if it enhanced their power.

Spotting a pheasant soaring overhead, Yun Yanshui quickly nocked an arrow, channeling a strand of spiritual energy into it.

Whoosh!

The arrow shot out like a streak of lightning, traveling at incredible speed.

However, it failed to hit the bird. Instead, the arrow exploded mid-air, unable to withstand the spiritual energy’s force.

"It seems ordinary weapons can’t handle the power of a cultivator’s spiritual energy," Yun Yanshui muttered, watching the fragments of his arrow fall.

"Forget it. Maybe one day, if my family prospers, I can get a proper spiritual weapon," he sighed.

Without further experiments, Yun Yanshui leaped gracefully into the air and caught the fleeing pheasant with his bare hands. After breaking its neck, he added it to his bag.

"This should be enough," he thought, patting his bulging bag. Slinging his bow over his shoulder, he began descending the mountain. As he neared Yun Village, he deliberately slowed his pace, adopting the demeanor of an ordinary child.

"Yanshui! Yanshui!"

Just as he was about to enter the village, Yun Yantong’s voice called out from behind him. Turning around, Yun Yanshui saw Yantong and a group of children from the village.

All of them were soaked, with fishing baskets strapped to their waists—a clear sign they had been at Liyuan Gorge.

"Why aren’t you at school today?" Yun Yanshui asked curiously.

"Ah, Teacher Yu had something urgent to attend to and went traveling. So, no classes for now!" Yantong chuckled.

"So, you all decided to go fishing at Liyuan Gorge instead?"

"Of course! There’s nothing else fun to do. We caught crabs and freshwater shrimp to bring home for a feast," Yantong replied with a grin.

"Looks like you had a good haul," Yun Yanshui said, eyeing their fishing baskets.

"Not bad," Yantong admitted. "But you, Yanshui, I’ve seen you heading into the mountains with that bow lately. Giving up fishing to take up hunting?"

"That’s right. Fishing got boring, so I figured I’d play with my dad’s war bow from his army days. It’s great for hunting," Yun Yanshui replied nonchalantly.

The other kids crowded around, eyes wide with admiration as they inspected the bow on his back.

"This bow is so heavy. You can actually draw it?" one of them asked in awe.

"Of course, I can. Watch this."

He loosened the bag at his waist, revealing a bounty of rabbits and pheasants. "I hunted these in the mountains. One shot, one kill!" he boasted.

"Wow, Yanshui, you’re amazing! You can even handle Uncle Yunshan’s war bow!"

"Ha, it’s nothing. I’ve been practicing archery with my dad since I was little," Yun Yanshui replied, rubbing his nose with pride as the children marveled at his skill.

"By the way, while we were fishing at Liyuan Gorge today, we found a beautiful stone in a deep trench. Yanshui, you should take it back and give it to Yanshuang," Yantong said, grinning.

"A stone? What kind of stone?" Yanshui asked curiously.

Yantong smirked without answering and reached into the fish basket at his waist. He pulled out a stone about the size of an egg, irregularly shaped and crystal-clear like agate.

At first glance, it seemed like nothing more than a pretty rock, but upon closer inspection, Yanshui noticed it faintly exuded traces of spiritual energy.

A stone containing spiritual energy? Could it be another artifact like the bronze mirror?

"Are you really planning to give this to my sister?" Yanshui asked, his tone slightly cautious.

"Why not? Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem at all."

"How about this: I’ll trade you two—no, three rabbits and one pheasant for it," Yanshui offered excitedly.

"Yanshui, there’s no need for that! It’s just a stone—pretty at most. It’s not worth rabbits and pheasants!" Yantong exclaimed, waving his hands dismissively.

"You don’t understand! This time, I’m the one getting the better deal!" Yanshui laughed heartily, handing over three rabbits and one pheasant. Grabbing the stone, he turned and sprinted back toward the village, eager to show it to his father.

"Yanshui really has a big heart. He’s always coming up with excuses to give me food," Yantong muttered with a wry smile as he watched Yanshui dash off.

"Father!"

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Back at home, Yanshui found his father, Yun Yunshan, working under a grass shelter, hammering away at an iron forge. Yanshui ran up to him, excitement written all over his face.

"What’s the rush?" Yunshan asked, putting down his hammer and glancing at his son with mild irritation.

"Father, I think I’ve found another immortal artifact!"

"What?" Yunshan’s eyes widened in shock. Was his son’s connection to the divine truly this strong?

"Let’s go inside first," Yunshan said quickly. Not wanting to attract attention, he set aside his work and led his son back into the house.

After locking the doors and ensuring no one was nearby, Yanshui pulled out the crystal-clear stone from his pocket and held it up for his father to see.

"Father, look! Is this an immortal artifact? I can sense faint traces of spiritual energy from it," Yanshui explained eagerly.

"If you can sense spiritual energy from it, then it likely is an artifact. When your sister comes back, let her take a closer look and see what it really is," Yunshan suggested.

"Alright!" Yanshui nodded, carefully tucking the stone back into his pocket.

As dusk fell, Yanshuang returned home from the outskirts of the village. Yanshui and Yunshan immediately brought her into the house and showed her the stone.

"Brother, Father, this isn’t an immortal artifact," Yanshuang said after examining the stone, covering her mouth as she tried not to laugh.

"It’s not?" Yanshui asked, confused. "But I can clearly sense spiritual energy from it!"

Yanshuang explained with a smile, "Master told me about a type of currency used in the cultivation world called spirit stones. These stones are born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and are found deep within the earth’s veins.

"Spirit stones can be used to purchase cultivation resources or assist cultivators in refining their spiritual energy. They’re divided into grades based on the concentration of spiritual energy they contain: supreme-grade, high-grade, mid-grade, and low-grade spirit stones.

"The exchange ratio is one to one hundred between grades. The stone you found is a low-grade spirit stone."

"Where did you find it?" she asked curiously.