The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 124: I Want to Cry, But I Have No Tears

"In Yunzhang County, I do own a market. It’s fairly large in scale, but it’s been left unused for quite some time. If your father wants it, he’ll need to invest significant time and money in repairs," Qin Yang said, seated at the head of the room, after hearing Yun Yanling explain her purpose.

"No matter. My Yun Clan is willing to purchase the market from you, Father. As for the repairs, we’ll handle them ourselves," Yun Yanling replied with a gentle smile.

"There’s no need to buy it; I’ll gift it to your Yun Clan. After all, your father and I are in-laws—talking about money feels so crass!" Qin Yang chuckled.

"No, Father, please don’t insist. My father knows how hard you’ve worked to build your business. He wouldn’t want to take advantage of your efforts," Yun Yanling said earnestly.

"Your father is too formal—why does he need to be so distant?" Qin Yang sighed, though his tone held no real complaint.

"It’s not about being distant, Father. He simply respects the hard work you’ve put into this."

"Alright, then. Just name a price," Qin Yang relented with a helpless smile.

"Would five thousand taels of silver suffice?" Yun Yanling suggested.

"That’s too much! Back when I bought the land and hired craftsmen to build it, it only cost me two thousand taels."

"Father, this is my father’s sincere offer."

"If your father doesn’t want to take advantage of me, do you think I’d take advantage of him? Tell him the price is two thousand taels, and if he offers more, I might just refuse to sell it!" Qin Yang huffed, though his expression softened as he spoke.

"In that case, thank you, Father!" Yun Yanling said, bowing slightly.

"You’re my daughter-in-law; there’s no need for thanks."

"Wife, is the meal ready?" Qin Yang turned to his wife.

"Yes, everything is prepared," she replied with a nod.

"Ling’er, let’s go! Keep your father company for a drink or two," Qin Yang said warmly.

"Ling’er would be happy to join you," Yun Yanling replied, her smile sweet and obedient.

"Father, Mother, we’re back!"

Just as the family was about to sit down for lunch, a cheerful voice rang out from outside. Enjoy new tales from novelbuddy

Turning toward the sound, they saw a young girl, no more than sixteen years old, stepping into the courtyard. Her features were delicate and refined, her beauty fresh and pure like a jade from next door. She wore a crimson palace-style dress, and her slightly rounded belly made it clear she was with child.

The girl was none other than Qin Yang’s youngest daughter, Qin Yue, and the future wife of Yun Yanbai.

Walking beside her was a young man dressed in elegant robes. His features bore a striking resemblance to Yun Yansong, and he supported Qin Yue carefully, as though worried she might stumble. This young man was Yun Yanbai.

"Out gallivanting again, but at least you remembered to come home for lunch," Qin Yang said, his tone reproachful, though his eyes brimmed with affection.

"Are we eating already?" Qin Yue asked, a little surprised.

"Of course. Look who’s here," Qin Yang said with a smile.

It was only then that Qin Yue noticed Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan.

"Sister Ling’er!"

With Yun Yanbai’s help, Qin Yue quickly stepped forward, her greeting bright and sweet. Meanwhile, Qin Zhan found himself once again ignored, left standing awkwardly on the side.

"Father says you’re expecting. You mustn’t run around like this anymore," Yun Yanling said gently, her tone full of sisterly concern. "The jolts from a carriage could harm the baby."

"Don’t worry! Yanbai’s been taking great care of me," Qin Yue said with a playful grin.

"Yanbai, you’d better look after Yue’er properly. If you mistreat her, don’t blame me for being harsh with you," Yun Yanling said, her tone suddenly stern as her sharp gaze fixed on Yun Yanbai.

"Hehe, I understand, Sister Ling’er. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare mistreat her. If anything, she’s the one bullying me every day," Yun Yanbai replied with a mischievous grin, only to receive a sharp elbow from Qin Yue. He winced, his face contorting in mock pain.

"Sister Ling’er, let’s eat. Yanbai and I visited so many fun places today—I’ll tell you all about it during lunch," Qin Yue said, her tone bright and cheerful as she affectionately took Yun Yanling’s arm. The two walked away, chatting and laughing.

"Yue’er may be mischievous, and her personality a little odd, but treat her well," Qin Yang called after them, his voice filled with fatherly love.

Qin Zhan approached Yun Yanbai with a faint smile.

"Hehe! Brother-in-law, don’t worry. If I ever treat her poorly, feel free to send Sister Ling’er to give me a good beating."

"Haha! I’ll hold you to that!"

"Come on, let’s sit at the table and have a proper drink together," Qin Zhan said.

"I wouldn’t dare refuse, Brother-in-law. Let’s drink to our hearts’ content!"

In the days that followed, Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan stayed at the Qin residence without returning to the Yun Clan. Meanwhile, the Yun Clan sent over the agreed sum of two thousand taels of silver to purchase the market from Qin Yang. Both parties signed a formal transfer agreement.

To plan for the market’s revival, Yun Yanling and Qin Zhan visited the long-abandoned property under the guidance of Qin Long.

The market was located in the southwestern part of Yunzhang County, a fair distance from the town center, in a somewhat secluded area.

"Sister Ling’er, this is the market my father spent a fortune building. It’s been sitting here unused for nearly ten years now.

Due to Yunzhang County’s less-than-ideal location, it couldn’t attract enough occupants, which is why the market never saw much use," Qin Long explained.

At eighteen years old, Qin Long was as elegant and refined as his elder brother, with a scholarly demeanor and striking good looks. Since Qin Zhan had married into the Yun Clan, all the Qin family’s businesses had fallen under Qin Long’s management.

When he learned that his sister-in-law’s family intended to purchase a market for their own purposes, he had volunteered to show her the property.

"Thank you for taking the time to guide us," Yun Yanling said warmly.

"Sister Ling’er, you’re too kind," Qin Long replied with a smile.

Walking along the moss-covered stone paths of the market, a sense of age and desolation enveloped them. Dust-covered rooftops sagged under years of neglect, while moss and cobwebs adorned the eaves. The doors and windows were in disrepair, barely clinging to their frames.

Overgrown weeds, some as tall as a person, sprouted in alleyways and streets. Rats, centipedes, and spiders scurried through the underbrush.

However, the market’s most notable feature was its vast size—over 800 shop spaces in total. If managed well, this long-abandoned property could one day become the most bustling and prosperous market in Yunzhang County.

"Indeed, maintaining and repairing this market would require an enormous expense.

That’s why my father left it idle for so long, never bothering with it again.

I never expected that your family, Sister Ling’er, would take an interest in it," Qin Long said with a light laugh.

"Sister Ling’er, if I may ask, what does your family plan to do with this market?"

"Qin Long!" Qin Zhan interjected sternly, shooting his younger brother a warning glance.

"My apologies, Sister Ling’er. I spoke out of turn," Qin Long said quickly, bowing in apology.

"It’s fine," Yun Yanling replied with a small smile. "There’s no harm in telling you. My family plans to turn this market into a cultivation market of our own."

"A cultivation market?" Qin Long was momentarily stunned.

As a mundane individual unfamiliar with the ways of cultivators, he couldn’t fully grasp the concept of a cultivation market.

"Simply put, it will be a market specifically for cultivators to trade," Yun Yanling explained.

"In that case, Yunzhang County will likely see many more cultivators in the future?"

"If everything goes as planned, yes," Yun Yanling confirmed.

Qin Long couldn’t help but marvel at the rapid development of the Yun Warehouse Yun Clan. The strength and foundation of a cultivation family were far beyond what mundane families like his could imagine.

"Sister Ling’er, would you like me to hire some craftsmen to help with the market’s repairs?" Qin Long asked after a moment of thought.

"There’s no need to trouble yourself. My family has already arranged for workers to handle it. They’ll arrive in a few days," Yun Yanling replied.

"In that case, I won’t interfere further," Qin Long said with a polite smile. "Sister Ling’er, Brother Zhan, feel free to continue exploring the market. I need to return to the shop—there’s much that requires my attention."

"Go ahead," Yun Yanling said with a nod.

Bowing respectfully, Qin Long left and boarded his carriage.

"A cultivation market, huh?" Qin Long muttered to himself as the carriage rolled away.

"If it succeeds, it will undoubtedly attract many cultivators to this place. For the Qin family, this might be an opportunity."

As he reflected on Yun Yanling’s words, Qin Long’s thoughts began to race.

Since witnessing the Yun Clan’s fortune in securing a celestial opportunity and rising to prominence as a cultivation family, dominating Yunzhang County, Qin Long had nurtured ambitions of his own.

He dreamed of a day when he could lead the Qin family into the world of cultivators, seizing their own celestial fortune and shedding the identity of a mundane family once and for all.

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