The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 28 Immortal Master Visits

"Reporting to my lord, the Zhou family has been driven away!"

Chang Yuan entered the yamen and stood respectfully before Lu Zizai.

"Good. Let’s proceed! Those Zhou troublemakers have wasted enough of my time—and the Immortal Master’s as well. They’re insufferable!" Lu Zizai said with a satisfied nod, his irritation evident.

"Immortal Master, we’re ready to depart," he added, turning toward the cultivator with a deferential bow.

"Ridiculous! That Lu Zizai is completely disregarding the Zhou family. To think he was once my second brother’s student—yet he’s so shamelessly ungrateful!"

Zhou Zhe-sheng stormed down the street with his clan in tow, grumbling angrily. His frustration radiated with every clenched fist and grinding tooth.

"Father, I can’t help but feel that there’s more to this than meets the eye," Zhou Ao said cautiously.

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"More to this? What do you mean?"

"Think about it. That constable insisted my brother’s death had nothing to do with the Yun family. And now, even Lu Zizai refuses to acknowledge our grievances.

It feels like there’s something we’re missing—something we don’t understand," Zhou Ao said thoughtfully, his tone serious.

Zhou Zhe-sheng frowned, his mind churning over his son’s words. He couldn’t deny there were many unanswered questions.

The Yun family patriarch, Yun Yunyang, had once been just a merchant. Even if he had some connections in town, it seemed improbable that he could sway someone like Lu Zizai, especially given Lu’s ties to his own family.

"You may have a point. It seems there’s more to this than I initially realized. I’ll need to investigate further," Zhou Zhe-sheng admitted after a moment of contemplation.

"Clan leader! Look over there—it’s Lord Lu!"

A Zhou clansman pointed toward the street, where a procession of officials and guards was making its way toward the horizon.

"Where is Lu Zizai headed with such a large entourage?" Zhou Zhe-sheng wondered aloud, his brows furrowing further.

"Father, look at the direction they’re going—it seems to be toward Yunzhang Mountain," Zhou Ao observed.

"The northern path of Yunzhang Mountain? That leads to the Yun family estate, doesn’t it?" Zhou Zhe-sheng said, his voice tinged with surprise.

"Father, could it be that Lord Lu has realized the Zhou family’s grievances and is now leading a force to destroy the Yun family?" Zhou Ao speculated, his tone hopeful.

"Impossible. If that were the case, Chang Yuan wouldn’t have treated us so harshly earlier. There must be another reason," Zhou Zhe-sheng replied, shaking his head.

"Still, you’re right about one thing—we need to follow them and see for ourselves.

We have to understand why Lu Zizai is so determined to shield the Yun family and why he refuses to honor my brother’s connections. Only then can we decide our next move.

Otherwise, if we act recklessly and end up with a blade to our throats again, we’ll have no one but ourselves to blame," Zhou Zhe-sheng said grimly.

At the ancestral shrine of the Yun family in Yunzhang Mountain, Yun Yunshan stood before Yun Yunyang.

"You plan to search for the source of Li Zhai Gou?" Yun Yunyang asked, his brows lifting in mild surprise.

"Yes. I suspect the low-grade spirit stone Yandong found was washed downstream from the source of Li Zhai Gou.

If we lead a group into the mountain and locate the stream’s origin, we might uncover something new," Yun Yunshan explained earnestly.

"That’s a reasonable theory. But the depths of Yunzhang Mountain are filled with dangerous beasts—tigers, leopards, and countless other predators lie in wait. You must exercise caution," Yun Yunyang advised.

"Don’t worry, big brother. To ensure everyone’s safety, I’ve enlisted Second Brother’s help. He’ll bring along a dozen armed clansmen to escort us, fully equipped for the journey," Yun Yunshan assured him.

"That’s a wise decision. Second Brother is a seasoned martial artist—he and you served in the military together in your younger years. With him accompanying you, I feel reassured," Yun Yunyang said with a nod of approval.

"Since you and Second Brother have already planned this, proceed as you see fit."

"Understood. Fourth Brother takes his leave," Yun Yunshan said, bowing respectfully before exiting the shrine with Yun Yunyuè.

Yun Yunyang remained behind, continuing discussions with other senior members of the clan about recent family developments.

During the meeting, he didn’t forget to inquire about Yun Yunfeng’s situation.

Upon hearing that his third brother had become far more disciplined and conscientious since his public punishment, Yun Yunyang finally allowed himself a moment of relief.

"Let’s hope he can make something of himself. If he does, it will ease the burden of managing this family," he murmured to himself, silently praying for his brother’s success.

"Brother Yunyang, the officials have arrived!"

Yun Yunrui rushed into the ancestral shrine, bowing as he delivered the message.

"It seems the authorities have reported our family’s situation to the court. Now, they’ve sent people to verify the truth," Yun Yunyang said, a faint smile crossing his face.

"Let’s go! We must meet Lord Lu and his entourage. If this matter goes well, our Yun family’s fortunes will take a great turn!"

Rising from his seat, Yun Yunyang gathered Yun Yunrui and other family leaders, leaving the ancestral shrine to head toward the estate’s entrance and greet the officials.

"Brother Yanshui! There are so many soldiers outside!"

Yun Yandong burst into the courtyard with a group of children, interrupting Yun Yanshui, who was lounging lazily under the shade of a tree.

"Oh? Why are the soldiers here?" Yun Yanshui asked, looking up with mild curiosity.

Being an eight-year-old child, he was not privy to the intricate matters of the family. His days were filled with eating, playing, and occasionally hunting in the mountains for fun. He left the family’s major affairs to his elders.

"I don’t know, but Uncle Yunyang has already gone to meet them, along with the uncles and even the elders," Yandong explained.

"Want to go see?" he asked eagerly.

"That’s adult business. What’s the point of us kids getting involved? Besides, it’s scorching hot out there. Why don’t you all sit here and cool off with me instead?" Yun Yanshui said with a grin, showing little interest in the commotion.

"Brother Yanshui, what if the soldiers are here to attack the Yun family? Aren’t you worried?"

"Worried about what? With my sister and Brother Yantian around, what’s there to fear?" Yun Yanshui replied confidently.

"And anyway, if they were here to attack, they would’ve started already. No action means no problem," he added with a laugh.

Hearing this, Yandong nodded thoughtfully. His brother’s reasoning seemed sound. Giving up his earlier worries, he joined Yanshui and the others under the tree for some shade.

Inside the house, Yun Qinshi, busy with her embroidery, noticed the children playing and brought out a plate of watermelon for them to enjoy.

"So this is Yun Estate?"

The young cultivator stepped out of his carriage, his hands clasped behind his back as he surveyed the sprawling Yun family estate before him.

"Indeed, Immortal Master," Lu Zizai replied promptly, bowing with reverence.

The cultivator nodded, his gaze drifting toward a patch of willow trees in the distance. Beneath the shade, a scruffy blind Daoist was seated, speaking to two children.

The cultivator extended his spiritual sense toward the group, curious to eavesdrop on their conversation. However, to his astonishment, an invisible force blocked his attempt, preventing him from hearing anything or sensing the Daoist’s depth.

"As I thought, the Yun family is under the protection of a cultivator. No wonder their clan has produced two children with spiritual roots," the young man murmured, his expression growing serious.

That blind Daoist isn’t simple!

Even with his Qi Refining cultivation, he couldn’t discern the Daoist’s strength or pierce the barrier around him.

Hearing the cultivator’s words, Lu Zizai was startled. He followed the young man’s gaze, his eyes landing on the blind Daoist teaching Yun Yanshuang and her brother beneath the willow trees.

A wave of awe washed over him, mixed with a pang of envy.

The Yun family—a humble, mundane clan on the outskirts of Yunzhang Mountain—had encountered a stroke of fortune he could only dream of.

"Greetings, Lord Lu!"

From the estate, Yun Yunyang emerged with his second uncle and other clansmen. Spotting Lu Zizai waiting outside, he bowed deeply.

"Brother Yunyang, there’s no need for such formality," Lu Zizai replied with a smile.

The respectful reception from Yun Yunyang and his entourage clearly delighted Lu Zizai.

The Yun family’s fortune was undeniable—they had produced two children with spiritual roots and were now poised to become a cultivation family within the Yue Kingdom.

That they continued to treat him, a mere county magistrate, with such deference only deepened his sense of satisfaction.