The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Yun Family Marketplace.

Disguised as a middle-aged rogue cultivator, Yun Yanshui casually chose an empty spot on the bustling market street. After settling down, he retrieved a blue cloth from his storage pouch and spread it out before him. He then placed an assortment of spiritual items he had looted from Wang Liyuan onto the cloth.

"Come one, come all! Take a look, take a look! Grade 3 Yellow-tier healing pills, Grade 3 Yellow-tier spiritual weapons, and Yellow-tier spiritual herbs ranging from Grade 3 to Grade 5! Don't miss out!"

His enthusiastic shouting quickly drew the attention of several rogue cultivators nearby.

It didn't take long before someone approached and asked, "Brother, how much for the Grade 3 Yellow-tier healing pill?"

"Thirty low-grade spirit stones!"

Yun Yanshui grinned, showing a full set of bright white teeth.

"So cheap?!"

The rogue cultivator was taken aback. He was familiar with the usual market prices—Grade 1 Yellow-tier healing pills went for twenty low-grade spirit stones, while Grade 2 typically cost around thirty-five.

"Well, what do you think, brother? Interested?"

Yun Yanshui chuckled. He had already decided to sell these items at a low price. After all, they were spoils taken from Wang Liyuan. Selling them cheaply was still pure profit.

"Can I examine the quality of the pill first?"

Wary of being scammed, the rogue cultivator cautiously requested to inspect the pill.

"Here you go."

With a casual wave of his hand, Yun Yanshui sent a Grade 3 Yellow-tier healing pill flying out of its jade bottle and into the cultivator's palm.

"This really is a Grade 3 Yellow-tier healing pill, and the quality is excellent!"

The rogue cultivator's eyes lit up as he examined the pill in his hand.

"How many of these healing pills do you have? I'll take them all!"

"There are fifteen in total."

"Here's four hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones. Count them if you like."

Without hesitation, the cultivator produced a pouch and handed it to Yun Yanshui.

Weighing the pouch in his hand and scanning it with his spiritual sense, Yun Yanshui quickly confirmed that the amount was accurate.

"Here you go, brother. These healing pills are all yours!"

"Thank you! If you ever have more healing pills for sale, I'll be sure to visit again!"

The cultivator cupped his hands in farewell and left.

"Anyone else? Come take a look! These are going cheap, and once they're gone, I'm packing up!"

Having completed his first sale, Yun Yanshui resumed his loud calls.

More and more rogue cultivators began to gather, intrigued by the quality and prices of the spiritual items he offered. The word quickly spread throughout the marketplace, and cultivators began flocking to his stall, eager to snatch up the best deals before everything was gone.

At the Sun brothers' residence in the Yun family's marketplace, Su Shengyun sat quietly before Sun Fenglin and Sun Fengxuan. In front of him was a pouch brimming with over three hundred low-grade spirit stones—far exceeding the monthly resources he received from the Su family.

"Uncle Fenglin, Uncle Fengxuan, why are you helping me so much?"

Su Shengyun broke his silence, staring at the pouch before him with a complicated expression.

"You may have joined the Su family and taken Su Yinglong as your sworn father, but never forget that the blood flowing in your veins is Sun blood, not Su.

In the Su family's eyes, you will always be an outsider. The only ones who truly care for you are those of us who share your blood.

Surely, after all these years, you must know how the Su family truly treats you," Sun Fenglin said, his tone earnest yet heavy.

Hearing this, Su Shengyun clenched his fists, a flicker of doubt crossing his face.

When he first joined the Su family, Su Yinglong had indeed treated him well. But recently, things had changed. The once-genuine care had been replaced by cold suspicion. Resources were withheld, and Su Shengyun found himself increasingly alienated.

Deep down, he realized the truth: the Su family had only accepted him because he was useful. Once his value was exhausted, his fate would be grim.

"Now, your Uncle Fengxuan and I have pledged ourselves to the Yun family and even married Yun family daughters.

The Yun family has promised to support the Sun family's resurgence. As your uncles, we hope you will consider returning to us. Stop serving those who see you as expendable.

The Su family is not your home—they are your enemy!

They stole the Sun family's cultivation resources, murdered many of our kin, and even enslaved some of our surviving relatives.

You should know this better than anyone!"

Seeing the hesitation in Su Shengyun's eyes, Sun Fenglin pressed further, striking while the iron was hot. For weeks, he had worked to build trust with his nephew, and this was the moment to seal the deal.

"I…"

Su Shengyun looked up at his uncle, his voice faltering as conflicting emotions churned within him.

Before he could finish, the door burst open.

A group of people stormed in, led by a young woman clad in fitted battle attire. Her ponytail swung behind her as she strode forward, exuding an air of authority and sharpness.

"Su Shengyun, so you really do intend to betray the Su family!" she declared, her voice ringing with righteous fury.

"Su Yue?! Why are you here?"

Su Shengyun froze in shock as he watched the young woman storm into the room with a group of followers.

The girl before him was Su Yue, the daughter of Su Yingwen. She had been discovered by a Wang family rogue cultivator as a spiritual-rooted talent and was taken in to learn the ways of cultivation.

"Why am I here? Grandfather sent me to secretly follow you, curious to see why you've been sneaking off to the Yun family marketplace so frequently.

And now, it seems my suspicions were correct—you truly intend to betray the Su family!"

Her tone was sharp and accusatory, and her eyes burned with fury.

"Su Shengyun, my grandfather took you in as his sworn son, going against the will of many in our clan to elevate you into the Su family's direct line.

And this is how you repay him?"

Su Yue's anger was palpable, her voice trembling with indignation.

"Su Yue, I haven't—"

"Haven't?"

"I heard everything you said just now!"

"Su Shengyun, hear me clearly: from this day forward, you are no longer a member of the Su family!"

With a shout, Su Yue's spear trembled in her hand before she lunged forward, aiming to pierce Su Shengyun through.

Whoosh!

Sun Fenglin moved in an instant, stepping in front of Su Shengyun and catching Su Yue's thrust with his bare hand. His expression remained cold and unyielding.

"Shengyun is my nephew. Do you think I'll let you act so recklessly?"

"Let go!"

Su Yue's brows furrowed as her voice rose in defiance.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I will kill you!"

Su Yue's face twisted with rage as she released her spear without hesitation, drawing a short blade from her boot. With a quick step forward, she swept the blade toward Sun Fenglin's throat.

But Sun Fenglin remained calm.

With the slightest lean backward, he easily dodged the fierce strike. His sleeve whipped forward, coiling around Su Yue's arm and forcing her to release the blade.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he sent a gust of force surging toward Su Yue, her body spinning through the air before crashing through the window and landing on the street outside.

"Miss!"

The Su family guards accompanying Su Yue were stunned, their faces pale with fear. Seeing their young mistress so easily overpowered by Sun Fenglin, they didn't dare retaliate. Instead, they rushed out of the room to tend to her.

"Uncle Fenglin, wasn't that a bit… excessive?"

Su Shengyun's voice was hesitant, his expression conflicted.

"I've already told you—Su family is not your family. They are the enemies of our Sun clan! I hope you remember that.

If you refuse to heed my advice, don't blame me for what happens next.

Did you see how that Su family girl treated you just now? Or how Su Yinglong has been doubting and guarding against you? He even sent people to follow and spy on you.

Do you still insist on your misplaced loyalty?"

Sun Fenglin's voice was cold, his gaze piercing as he looked at Su Shengyun.

"Uncle Fenglin, I… I understand," Su Shengyun replied, lowering his head.

"Good. For the time being, don't return to the Su family. Stay with us instead. Later, we'll figure out a way to free our kin still under Su family control and rebuild the Sun clan.

One day, you'll find that your true family can rival—even surpass—the Su family."

"I will follow Uncle Fenglin's instructions," Su Shengyun said resolutely.

Crash!

A muffled thud echoed across the marketplace as Su Yue, flung through the window by Sun Fenglin, landed unceremoniously on the street outside. By sheer misfortune, she landed directly on Yun Yanshui's makeshift stall, crushing several spiritual herbs into a ruined mess.

The sudden spectacle left the rogue cultivators in the vicinity stunned. A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd as they instinctively stepped back, wary of the brewing tension.

Yun Yanshui, who had been leisurely making a tidy profit moments earlier, now stood frozen in disbelief, staring at the wreckage of his stall. His eyes flickered between the scattered herbs and the dazed figure of Su Yue sprawled amidst the ruins.

The air was thick with an uneasy silence, the onlookers unsure of what chaos might erupt next.