The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 129 Waste

"Brother, you were too harsh. That man’s life force is completely severed by your arrow—he didn’t even have the strength to speak his final words. Now we can’t interrogate him to find out who ordered him to target our Yun Clan," Yun Yanshuang said, casting a disapproving glance at her brother.

"No matter. Even if he’s dead, I can more or less guess who’s behind this," Yun Yanshui replied calmly, his cold gaze fixed on the dying middle-aged cultivator.

"So careless…"

The pale-faced cultivator lay slumped on the ground, his life slipping away. His eyes struggled to focus on the Yun siblings as he rasped, "To think… the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan harbors such a great secret—a… a cultivator without a spiritual root!"

"Hahaha! No wonder your clan has risen so quickly. With such fortune behind you, once word gets out, it will undoubtedly bring calamity upon you!

The question is, does your clan have what it takes to keep this secret forever? If not, the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan is doomed to destruction.

Hahaha! I’ll be waiting for you in the afterlife!"

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As the man’s mocking laughter faded, Yun Yanshui remained silent. Only when the cultivator drew his final breath did he summon Yanling Bonefire, reducing the corpse to a pile of ash.

"Brother, earlier you said you knew who orchestrated these two rogue cultivators to target our family. Who is it?" Yanshuang asked, watching her brother burn the body to ashes.

"The Yulin Wang Clan. There’s no one else," Yanshui replied as he crouched to rummage through the cultivator’s belongings, pulling out a storage pouch.

"The Wang Clan? How is that possible? With my master overseeing things, how could the Wang Clan dare act against us?" Yanshuang asked, puzzled.

"That’s precisely why they didn’t act openly. Instead, they used rogue cultivators with no clear ties to them. This way, our clan has no concrete evidence or leverage against them, avoiding the wrath of your master," Yanshui explained while opening the pouch.

Inside, he found a surprising array of items: roughly 500 lower-grade spirit stones, two bottles of Embryo Breath Pills, one bottle of Healing Elixirs, several spiritual talismans, a cultivation manual, a ghost-taming manual, and three yellow-tier grade-three spiritual ores—White Bone Feather, Phoenix Heart Stone, and Earthfire Essence.

Yanshui pocketed the three spiritual ores, planning to use them to enhance his Dark Green War Bow. The remaining items he handed over to his sister.

"What does the Wang Clan hope to gain by doing this?" Yanshuang asked, her confusion deepening as she accepted the storage pouch.

"Their market was destroyed, and now we’re planning to build a new one. What do you think they’re after?" Yanshui retorted, exasperated by her naivety.

Realization dawned on Yanshuang. "So the Wang Clan sees us as stealing their business opportunities."

"Finally, your brain’s working," Yanshui said with a wry smile, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

Yanshuang puffed out her cheeks indignantly, folding her arms in frustration.

"Dog brat, go fetch the other corpse," Yanshui ordered, directing his gaze at the Golden-Eyed Beast.

The beast leapt away, disappearing in a blur. Moments later, it returned with the black-clad youth’s mangled corpse dangling from its mouth.

Reaching out, Yanshui plucked the storage pouch from the body. Just as he began clearing the spiritual imprint from the pouch, the Golden-Eyed Beast unexpectedly gulped down the corpse in one swift motion. Read new adventures at novelbuddy

"What the hell? That’s not food! Spit it out! Don’t go swallowing random things!" Yanshui yelled, rushing over to smack the beast on the head.

But the Golden-Eyed Beast ignored him, letting out a satisfied burp. As it digested the body, its aura subtly grew stronger.

"Brother, the Golden-Eyed Beast seems to have absorbed the rogue cultivator’s body and gained a bit of power," Yanshuang remarked, noticing the change.

"Of course. For ages, humans and demons have been at odds.

To humans, demons are treasure troves—their bodies used for alchemy and crafting to enhance cultivation.

But to demons, humans are equally valuable, especially cultivators, whose bodies can boost demonic power and stabilize their cultivation," Yanshui mused, reflecting on the beast’s behavior.

Glancing at the pile of ashes near the temple, he sighed. "If I’d thought of this earlier, I wouldn’t have burned that one. What a waste—could’ve been beast food."

Shaking off his annoyance, Yanshui inspected the contents of the youth’s storage pouch. Inside, he found 157 lower-grade spirit stones, a bottle of Embryo Breath Pills, a bottle of Healing Elixirs, three Swift Movement Talismans, three Shield Light Talismans, and a shimmering silver brush.

"This… is a spirit tool?"

"No, brother, it’s a talisman brush!"

"A talisman brush?"

"Yes! Master mentioned that talisman makers use these brushes to draw talismans. The higher the grade of the brush, the higher the success rate for creating talismans."

"We can bring this back and give it to Brother Yantian. He’s been learning talisman crafting under Master lately but has been struggling without proper brushes or paper for practice."

"Oh, it looks like there are a few blank talisman papers here too! Haha, we can send those to Brother Yantian along with the brush."

"Fine, we’ll go with your idea. Let’s bring these back for him so he can master talisman crafting as soon as possible."

The night was heavy, and dark clouds obscured the moon.

Yun Yanling stood quietly in the corridor, draped in a fox-fur cloak. Her gaze rested on the partially hidden moon in the sky, her beautiful, serene face tinged with worry.

"It’s so late. Why aren’t you resting?"

Qin Zhan stepped out of their room, freshly washed, and gently pulled Yun Yanling into his arms.

"I’m worried about Yanshui and Yanshuang. I don’t know how they’re doing," Yanling said softly, leaning into his embrace.

"I heard that the Tongzi Demon was quite powerful. The cultivator controlling it must also be formidable.

I’m afraid that Shuang’er might have a hard time handling it on her own."

"Shuang’er is our Yun Clan’s strongest Linggen disciple. If she dared to confront the cultivator, she must have the skills and means to handle it. Don’t worry too much," Qin Zhan reassured her.

"I hope so. If anything happens to them, I wouldn’t be able to face my fourth uncle," Yanling murmured, still uneasy.

"Ling’er and Brother Zhan are so lovey-dovey, aren’t they? Even at night, they’re cuddling in the corridor."

A playful voice suddenly interrupted, startling the couple as they quickly stepped apart.

They turned to see Yun Yanshuang standing a short distance away, a mischievous smile on her face. Clearly, she had caught sight of their affectionate moment.

Yanling’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, while Qin Zhan awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"Why were you gone so long? Where’s your brother?" Yanling asked, suppressing her embarrassment and feigning a stern tone.

"My brother was so exhausted from the trip that he went straight to bed and is already snoring," Yanshuang replied, still grinning.

"Thank goodness you’re both safe," Yanling said with a relieved sigh.

"Ling’er, everything has been taken care of. Tomorrow, you can notify the authorities to make a public announcement.

The craftsmen can also return to the market to resume work," Yanshuang explained.

"Did you find out who was behind this?"

"It was two rogue cultivators. Based on my brother’s deductions, it’s likely the Wang Clan orchestrated this.

However, the rogue cultivators had no direct ties to the Wang Clan, so there’s no evidence for us to confront them," Yanshuang explained.

"The Wang Clan?" Yanling frowned, her expression thoughtful.

"The Wang Clan’s cultivation market was destroyed, and rebuilding it will take a lot of time and effort. When they found out that our Yun Clan was establishing a new market, it’s natural they wouldn’t want us to ’steal food from their mouths.’

Yanshui’s guess is probably correct," Qin Zhan said in a serious tone.

"After this incident, the Wang Clan is unlikely to give up so easily. They’ll probably continue scheming behind the scenes," he added.

"Don’t worry, Ling’er. Once I report this situation to Uncle tomorrow, I’ll return to oversee the market.

I’m sure Uncle will also assign some clan guards to protect the site," Yanshuang reassured her.

"Clan guards won’t be enough. Tomorrow morning, I’ll meet with Lord Lu and request a thousand elite soldiers to patrol and guard the market day and night," Yanling said resolutely.