The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 39: Supervising the Works

"Daoist Elder, Yunshan has come to visit," Yun Yunshan called out, bowing respectfully as he approached the willow grove outside the estate.

He placed a jar of his cherished Nu’er Hong wine on the stone table, along with half a pound of beef and some peanuts, perfect accompaniments for drinking.

"Haha! Brother Yunshan, you’re too generous," the blind Daoist chuckled. He eagerly opened the jar, letting the aroma of the wine waft through the air before taking a deep gulp.

"Daoist Elder, you look better and better these days," Yun Yunshan said with a smile.

"Haha! Two years of rest and recuperation have done wonders," the Daoist replied, clearly pleased. "So, Brother Yunshan, what brings you here today?"

"I came to check on my daughter," Yun Yunshan replied. "There are a few things I need to discuss with her."

"Go ahead," the Daoist said with a hearty laugh, turning his attention back to his wine and food as Yun Yunshan walked off to find Yun Yanshuang.

In the distance, Yun Yanshuang was sparring with Yun Yantian, practicing the basic sword techniques she had just learned.

Despite only seeing her Second Uncle demonstrate the movements once the previous day, Yanshuang had memorized them effortlessly. Her talent seemed extraordinary, whether it was due to her natural aptitude or her cultivation as a spiritual root descendant.

Each movement—thrust, sweep, flick, cloud, and hang—flowed seamlessly into the next. It was as if she had practiced swordsmanship for over a decade. Using just the basic techniques, she managed to hold her ground against Yantian, who wielded a short spear.

"Shuang’er, your talent is remarkable," Yantian said as the match ended. He lowered his spear and looked at her in awe. "You’ve mastered the basic sword techniques after seeing them just once. It’s incredible."

"Brother Yantian, you’re exaggerating," Yanshuang said humbly, smiling. "Second Uncle said that the path of the sword is endless. I’m just getting started."

"There’s no need to be modest," Yantian said with a grin. "I truly believe you’ll become a great swordmaster one day. Maybe even a sword immortal, like Master mentioned. Who knows?"

"A sword immortal…" Yanshuang mused, her eyes lighting up. "That would be amazing! I’ll work hard to reach that goal."

She recalled her master’s description of sword immortals—cultivators who had mastered the way of the sword to the point where their sword intent was unmatched. They could take an enemy’s head from a thousand miles away or ride their swords through the skies, exploring mountains and rivers with unparalleled freedom.

"Fourth Uncle," Yantian called out, noticing Yun Yunshan approaching. He quickly bowed in greeting.

"You two are sparring?" Yun Yunshan asked, having seen a glimpse of their duel as he arrived. He was amazed at the skill his daughter displayed.

Although she had little prior training in swordsmanship, her mastery of the techniques seemed equivalent to years—if not decades—of practice. It was yet another reminder of the remarkable abilities of cultivators.

"Yes," Yantian replied with a laugh. "Shuang’er only saw my father demonstrate the basic sword techniques yesterday, but she’s already mastered them. I sparred with her to test her skills, and I was genuinely shocked at how well she performed."

"Haha! Good work," Yun Yunshan said, nodding with approval.

"Father," Yanshuang said as she approached him.

"Yantian, go back to your cultivation. I need to speak with your sister," Yun Yunshan instructed.

"Yes, Fourth Uncle," Yantian said, bowing before retreating to the willow grove.

"What brings you here so early, Father?" Yanshuang asked curiously.

"I want to craft a spiritual bow and arrows, but I’m short on spirit stones," Yun Yunshan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Yanshuang immediately understood that her elder brother must be the one seeking a spiritual bow. He likely had a method to craft it but lacked the necessary materials.

"Father, I still have five lower-grade spirit stones left," Yanshuang said, pulling them out. "Will this be enough?"

"All of them? What about your cultivation?" Yun Yunshan asked, concerned.

"Don’t worry, Father," Yanshuang said with a playful grin. "If I run out, I can always ask Big Uncle. That gray storage pouch you and Second Uncle found in the mountains contains over thirty lower-grade spirit stones. Big Uncle has already stored them safely."

"I see," Yun Yunshan said, finally reassured. He gratefully accepted the five spirit stones from his daughter.

"Our family doesn’t have many resources, and it’s been hard on you and Yantian," Yun Yunshan said with a sigh. "I only hope the family can grow stronger soon, so we can provide more cultivation resources for you both."

As he spoke, his thoughts turned to his son, Yun Yanshui. Yanshui had been quietly studying the art of artifact crafting. If he could manage to craft spiritual artifacts, even ungraded ones, the Yun family could sell them to earn spirit stones.

However, this was a long-term plan that required patience and careful preparation.

"Father, you don’t need to worry about that," Yanshuang said with a bright smile. "The imperial court provides our family with spirit stones and spirit rice every year. It’s enough for Brother Yantian and me to cultivate."

"You’re right about that," Yun Yunshan replied, recalling how their family, officially recognized as the Yun Cang Yun Clan, now received an annual stipend from the court.

"Well, that’s enough for now. Go back to your cultivation; I’ll be heading back," Yun Yunshan said.

"Take care, Father," Yanshuang said, bowing as he left.

In the cellar, Yun Yunshan handed the five lower-grade spirit stones he had received from Yanshuang to Yanshui. "I got these from your sister, along with the three fragments I already had. That makes eight stones total.

"The family still has over thirty spirit stones, but I can’t take any more. Your sister and Yantian need them for their cultivation."

"This is enough," Yanshui said with a grin, accepting the stones. "I just want to craft a suitable spiritual bow and arrows for now. I’m not concerned about anything else. Those spirit stones should definitely be reserved for Yantian and the others."

With these eight stones and his father’s black war bow, Yanshui was confident he could create a spiritual bow. If everything went well, it might even become a Yellow Rank, First Grade artifact.

"What about the bronze mirror?" Yun Yunshan asked.

"It produced two spiritual fruits recently," Yanshui replied. "But since no new spiritual root descendants have been born in the family, I stored them for later use."

"Good. Let me know if they’re needed," Yun Yunshan said. "There’s still a lot to handle at the estate, so I’ll leave you to your work."

"Take care, Father."

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On their way to an open plot of land outside the estate, Yun Yunyang explained his daughter’s plans to Yun Yunshan. "Ling’er is leading the effort to build a weapons workshop out here. It’s almost finished. The idea is to start producing weapons for sale to bring in income for the family.

"You’ve worked with weapons in the military and are skilled in forging. Ling’er and I discussed it, and we think you’re the best person to oversee the workshop."

"Ling’er has a good head for business. She’s been learning from you since she was a child," Yun Yunshan said with a laugh.

"Haha! She’s already arranged for all the necessary tools to be purchased from the nearby town," Yun Yunyang said. "The smelting furnace is ready, and I’ve written to Lord Lu to request materials. He’s agreed to send us a shipment of ore for refining at no cost."

As the brothers walked, they arrived at the site of the weapons workshop. The spacious structure was nearly complete, with many Yun family members and hired craftsmen busy putting on the finishing touches.

"Father, Fourth Uncle," Yun Yanling called out as she spotted them approaching. Smiling brightly, she walked over to greet them.

"You’ve been working so hard lately," Yun Yunyang said, his tone warm as he patted his daughter’s head. "Managing the progress of the workshop, along with overseeing the textile and dye workshops, must be exhausting."

"The whole family is working hard for the clan. As a direct descendant, how could I do any less?" Ling’er replied.

"Well said. You’re truly my daughter," Yun Yunyang said with pride. "By the way, in a few days, some promising young talents will be visiting our family. When the time comes, I’d like you to join me to meet them."

"I’ll be ready, Father," Ling’er replied obediently.

"Brother, Ling’er, leave the final touches on the workshop to me," Yun Yunshan said. "The two of you should head back and rest, especially Ling’er. You haven’t been taking proper breaks, and overworking yourself won’t do."

"Haha! Then I’ll leave it to you, Fourth Brother," Yun Yunyang said with a hearty laugh.