The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 107: Ineffective

"Wen Xuan, where is the Three Character Classic you were copying?"

In the quiet classroom of the private school, Mr. Yu glanced at Yun Wenxuan, who was daydreaming during the lesson, and asked with a gentle smile.

Snapping out of his trance, Yun Wenxuan hurriedly pulled his gaze away from the window and hastily retrieved the Three Character Classic he had been diligently copying over the past few days. He scrambled to his feet and rushed to Mr. Yu’s desk. "Mr. Yu, here it is!"

"You’ve done well—your handwriting is becoming more refined. However, there are still a few mistakes."

Mr. Yu glanced over the sheet of rice paper Wenxuan handed him and nodded approvingly, though his tone remained lighthearted.

"Oh, I’ll make sure to correct them!" Wenxuan lowered his head, his voice muffled with determination.

"I noticed you seemed distracted today. Is there something troubling you?" Mr. Yu asked kindly.

"Mr. Yu, my Aunt Shuang is getting married!"

"Well, isn’t that good news?"

"But…" Wenxuan hesitated, his tone turning somber. "Grandfather said it’s a forced marriage arranged by the Yulin Wang clan. He’s upset about it. So are my parents, and many of the uncles in the family."

"So, you’re upset too?"

"Yes! I… I hate the Wang family. But Grandfather said their clan is powerful—they are the head of the Seven Clans, and their elder is about to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage. If Aunt Shuang refuses to marry into their family, the Wangs will definitely…" Wenxuan’s voice faltered. His small hands clenched into fists, and a glimmer of frustration burned in his large, dark eyes. "If only I could grow up faster—become stronger and more powerful. Then, the Wangs wouldn’t dare bully Aunt Shuang, or anyone in my family!"

"So that’s what’s been bothering you?"

Mr. Yu nodded knowingly, the pieces falling into place. He had been spending most of his time in the school lately and hadn’t paid much attention to the happenings in the village. As a result, he was unaware of the Yulin Wang clan’s forced proposal.

"Mr. Yu, we’re upset too!"

The voices of other children chimed in. A group of children from the Yun family village stood up one after another.

The speaker was a petite girl with delicate features like a porcelain doll—Yun Wenyu.

"If we were all stronger, the Wang clan wouldn’t dare bully our family!" Yun Wenrun declared, his small fists clenched tightly.

Seeing the righteous anger in the eyes of these young children, all united for the sake of their family and their honor, Mr. Yu couldn’t help but smile softly. His heart swelled with pride and joy at the sight of such a close-knit and determined younger generation.

"Enough. You don’t need to worry about these matters for now. When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally straighten. Who knows? Perhaps the Yulin Wang clan will come to their senses, apologize, and cancel the marriage themselves."

Mr. Yu ruffled Wenxuan’s hair affectionately, his voice full of reassurance.

"Really, Mr. Yu?"

"Anything is possible."

"Well, class is dismissed for today. Go home and take some time to relax."

"Thank you, Mr. Yu!"

The children’s faces lit up with joy at the unexpected holiday. Like a flock of birds released from their cage, they bolted out of the school, their laughter echoing through the air.

Watching the children disappear into the distance, Mr. Yu couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head. Rising from his seat, he clasped his hands behind his back and moved to the window, his gaze falling on the vast sky beyond, where clouds drifted lazily.

"Shuang’er has taken that old Daoist master as her teacher. Surely, the old master won’t sit idly by.

If that’s the case, then I shall offer a gift to the Yun family myself.

The Yulin Wang clan… With two Qi Refinement practitioners, and their elder Wang Qingshan about to break through to Foundation Establishment, I’ll leave him to the Daoist master. As for the other one, Wang Qinglin… let’s see how he fares after losing his cultivation."

Wang Clan Ancestral Hall, Yulin County.

"Why hasn’t Zhongyue returned yet with his men from the Yun clan proposal?"

Wang Zhongtian sat at the head of the hall, his brows furrowed with a growing sense of unease.

"Perhaps they were delayed along the way," someone offered.

"Don’t worry, Brother Zhongtian. I’ve already sent men to look for them. We should hear something soon," another elder assured him.

"They had better not have run into trouble," Zhongtian said gravely.

"Who would dare provoke the Yulin Wang clan within the Yue Kingdom’s borders? It would be a death sentence. Rest easy, Brother Zhongtian."

Just as Zhongtian began to relax, a clan soldier burst into the hall, his face pale with panic. He knelt on the ground and cried out, "Clan leader, something terrible has happened!"

"What is it?" Zhongtian’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be… had the elder failed to break through?

"Zhongyue… and his entire party… they’re all dead! We found them today. Their bodies were burned to ash, leaving only a few horses and carriages behind."

Boom.

The hall fell into stunned silence.

The words struck like a bolt of lightning out of a clear sky, leaving Wang Zhongtian and the others utterly stunned. Their minds reeled, unable to comprehend what they had just heard.

"Who dares? Who would have the audacity to strike against the Yulin Wang Clan?"

One of the Wang clan’s elders growled, his eyes bloodshot with fury.

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"Could it be the Yun family from Yun Cang acting in secret?" another voice asked coldly.

"Impossible! The Yun family wouldn’t have the guts to do such a thing. If they dared to harm our clan members, they’d be courting annihilation!"

"Then it must be one of the three great families," someone else ventured.

The room fell into a tense silence. Despite their unwillingness to admit it, the gathered elders had to agree with the assessment. In the Yue Kingdom, only the three great families—the Canglan Ye Clan, the Wangyue Lin Clan, and the Chuanyin Lu Clan—had the strength and courage to challenge the Yulin Wang Clan.

"But why would the three great families target mere mortals like Zhongyue and his group? What benefit would they gain from such a move?" Zhongtian questioned coldly from his seat at the head of the hall.

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"Then… who killed Zhongyue and his men?"

"Who can say? Perhaps it was the Yun family acting in secret. But you are right—the Yun family lacks both the courage and recklessness to take such a risk. Yun Yunyang isn’t the type to make such a foolish gamble. Still, we must investigate the Yun family thoroughly, particularly their two Spirit Root cultivators. See if they made any moves during this time."

Wang Zhongtian’s tone was calm and analytical as he issued his orders. The kneeling clan soldier immediately withdrew, bowing respectfully as he left to begin the investigation into Zhongyue’s death.

"Daring to kill a member of my Wang clan… whoever you are, once I, Wang Zhongtian, find you, I will ensure you wish for death but find none!" Zhongtian’s voice was dark and venomous, his clenched fist slamming heavily onto the tea table beside him.

The gathered elders shared his anger, their faces twisted with fury as they swore to uncover the perpetrator and exact their vengeance.

The sun dipped lower into the horizon, casting the Yulin Mountains and the Wang family estate in the golden hues of twilight. The blood-red glow of the setting sun painted the scene with an ominous air.

Along the wide road leading to the Wang family estate, a disheveled, blind old Daoist approached. His tattered robes fluttered in the breeze, and his unkempt hair framed his dirt-streaked face. Leaning on a bamboo staff, he walked slowly, yet with each step, he traversed hundreds of meters, as though performing a divine technique that shrank the earth beneath his feet.

He moved like a phantom, slipping past the Wang clan guards stationed at the entrance without drawing so much as a glance. To them, he might as well have been invisible.

Even the cultivators patrolling the Yulin Mountains and guarding the Wang family estate failed to notice the blind Daoist’s presence. Like a ghost, he wandered aimlessly through the estate, his movements unseen and unnoticed despite the bustling activity around him.

"So… it’s on that mountain, is it?"

The blind Daoist lifted his face toward the towering Yulin Mountain, his sightless gaze somehow taking in the grand palaces atop the peak. Shrouded in a haze of purple mist, the palaces resembled an ethereal celestial court.

Around the palaces, layers of glowing runes flickered and flowed—a protective formation laid by the Wang clan cultivators to guard their ancestor as he prepared to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

The Daoist tapped his bamboo staff lightly on the ground. His figure dissolved into mist, drifting effortlessly toward the mountain peak. The formidable barrier that could repel even Qi Refinement cultivators was as insubstantial as air before him. He passed through it without resistance, leaving no trace of his presence. The guardians stationed around the mountain remained oblivious.

Wang Clan Ancestral Grounds – Tranquil Heart Lake.

On the surface of the serene lake stood a small pavilion. Inside, Wang Qingshan sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his palms turned upward as he meditated. His breathing was deep and steady, and his cultivation technique, Thousand Lakes Condensation Heart Sutra, was in full operation, greedily absorbing the mystical essence of the lake water.

After nearly a century of cultivation, he had finally reached the peak of Qi Refining’s ninth layer. Now, the gates of the Foundation Establishment realm stood tantalizingly close.

Within his dantian, an azure platform shimmered with radiant light, faintly echoing the sound of rushing waters. As the spiritual essence of the lake poured into it, the platform solidified with each passing moment.

The Foundation Establishment path lay just ahead.

"This place isn’t bad," came a hoarse voice, cutting through the tranquility like a knife. "The spiritual energy is rich, and this ’lake water’ is of excellent quality."