The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

A Wanderer's Redemption Is Worth More Than Gold!

For a year, Sun Congyun had lived in disgrace, serving as a lapdog to the Su family, despised by all.

But now, at this moment of life and death, he stood resolutely with the Sun brothers. It was a testament to the blood of the Lanlin Sun Clan coursing through his veins—a legacy he was determined to honor.

"Haha! Well said, Yun'er!"

In the distance, Sun Fenglin, pale and battered, let out a hearty laugh.

Moments ago, he had feared that Sun Congyun, overcome by fear, might waver and return to the Su family's fold. But hearing these words filled his heart with pride.

"Yun'er, you truly are one of us. My brother and I were right about you."

"Don't worry. Even if we don't make it out of this alive, your uncle and I will join you in the afterlife. You won't face the journey alone!"

Sun Fengxuan, pinned to the ground by the oppressive force of the burly rogue cultivator, turned to look at his nephew with a faint smile.

For years, he had harbored resentment toward his nephew for betraying the Sun clan. But now, for the first time, his view of Sun Congyun began to change.

"Haha! Uncle Fenglin, Uncle Fengxuan, after spending this time with you, I've thought about everything.

This time, even if I die, I will die as Sun Congyun. I will die as a proud member of the Lanlin Sun Clan!"

Sun Congyun's laughter rang out, unrestrained and fearless. For the first time, his heart felt unburdened, his resolve unshakable.

Watching Sun Congyun, still laughing in the face of death, Su Yinglong's face darkened ominously.

The Su family elders, too, wore grim expressions.

"I told you all before—he is not one of us, and his heart never will be!"

"Enough, Master! Give the order! Sun Congyun—no, that traitor doesn't deserve to live another moment!"

The elders stepped forward, their indignation spilling over as they urged Su Yinglong to act.

"Immortal masters, I leave this matter in your capable hands," Su Yinglong finally said, bowing to the burly rogue cultivator.

"Let me handle this. Such prime cauldrons shouldn't go to waste," the crimson-dressed woman interjected with a cold smile.

She stepped forward, licking her lips greedily as she approached the immobilized trio. Without a care for those watching, she began loosening her robe, ready to harvest their essence for her cultivation.

But just as she reached for her belt, a streak of energy sliced through the air at lightning speed.

Thwip!

Before she could react, the energy pierced her forehead, splattering a spray of blood across the courtyard.

Her body froze mid-motion before collapsing into a pool of blood.

"Who dares launch a sneak attack?!"

The black-robed elder's voice boomed as he leapt into action, his body soaring toward the direction of the attack.

But before he could reach his target, another streak of energy shot out, slicing cleanly through his neck.

Thud!

His headless body crashed heavily to the ground, while his severed head flew through the air, landing squarely in Su Yinglong's trembling hands.

"Ahhh!"

Su Yinglong screamed, the bloodied head slipping from his grasp as he stumbled back, his face pale with terror.

"Damn it! Whoever this is, their strength is extraordinary!"

The burly rogue cultivator unsheathed his greatsword once more, gripping it tightly as he scanned the area with a mixture of dread and vigilance.

Beside him, the young man with the folding fan looked equally shaken.

The fan in his hand expanded, transforming into a massive screen that emitted a radiant, protective glow. Simultaneously, he activated several shield talismans, layering them in front of the glowing screen.

"The one who struck… their cultivation is far beyond ours. Likely at the ninth stage of the Fetal Breath realm—or even higher!" the young man muttered, his voice tinged with fear.

"Can you sense their presence?" the burly cultivator asked in a low tone, his eyes darting warily across the courtyard.

Among the four rogue cultivators, the young man with the highest cultivation was the most perceptive.

"I can't sense a thing," the youth admitted, his face clouded with frustration. "Whoever it is has deliberately suppressed their aura. I can't track them."

"Should we attack?" the burly man asked, his tone uncertain.

"We'd be outmatched," the youth replied grimly. "And without any sign of their position, how could we even begin to fight?"

For the first time, a sense of helplessness washed over him. He had come to the Su family estate with the confidence of his superior cultivation, thinking this would be a simple task—eliminating Sun Fenglin and his companions. But now, it was clear that these three were being protected by a hidden master, and one of terrifying power.

"It must be someone from the Yun Cang Yun Clan," the burly man speculated, his voice low and tense. "They're the only ones backing the Sun brothers, and there are only two spiritual-rooted cultivators stronger than us: Yun Yantian and Yun Yanshuang.

The question is, did the siblings come together, or is it just one of them?"

As a rogue cultivator under the Yulin Wang Clan, the burly man was well aware of the political landscape. It made sense to assume that the Yun Clan would have sent someone to aid the Sun brothers, especially considering their growing rivalry with the Su family.

But despite his deductions, he was far off the mark.

The Yun Clan had indeed sent someone, but it wasn't Yun Yantian or Yun Yanshuang. Instead, it was Yun Yanshui—a seemingly unremarkable clan member, often underestimated. Yet in truth, Yun Yanshui was no ordinary man. Hidden beneath his humble exterior was the cultivation of a Qi Condensation-stage expert.

Lanlin County, Tea House.

In a private room overlooking the town, Yun Yanshui sat sipping tea, his disguise that of an unassuming traveler. With his divine sense, he calmly observed every movement within the Su family estate.

Under his watchful gaze, nothing escaped him. The moment the rogue cultivators raised their defenses, Yun Yanshui chuckled softly.

Setting down his teacup, he flipped his hand, and the Dark Azure War Bow materialized in his grasp.

After years of refining and enhancing it, the bow had become a spiritual artifact of the fifth tier, its power formidable.

As the yin-yang pattern in his dantian spun, streams of energy converged into the bowstring. A shimmering arrow of pure spiritual energy formed in an instant.

Whoosh!

With a sharp twang, the arrow shot forth, its path a perfect arc as it streaked toward the Su family courtyard a thousand meters away.

In the Su family courtyard, the young man and the burly cultivator were deep in discussion, speculating on which Yun Clan member had come to aid the Sun brothers.

Suddenly, the youth froze, his expression twisted with fear.

He sensed it—a chilling, overwhelming presence that sent shivers down his spine. Scanning with his divine sense, he saw a terrifying spiritual arrow cutting through the sky, its force shaking the air as it hurtled toward him.

This arrow carried an oppressive aura so intense that even the young man, at the eighth stage of the Fetal Breath realm, felt suffocated.

In a desperate bid to defend himself, he watched in horror as the arrow pierced layer after layer of defensive talismans, shattered the radiant barrier of his folding fan, and continued unabated.

Thwack!

The arrow struck true, piercing his forehead with ruthless precision. A burst of blood and brain matter sprayed into the air as the young man's lifeless body crumpled to the ground.

"Damn it! It's neither Yun Yantian nor Yun Yanshuang!"

The burly man's eyes widened in shock as he watched his comrade fall. His mind reeled as he realized the hidden attacker was someone entirely unknown—someone far beyond his expectations.

"Who exactly have you offended, Su family?!" he roared, glaring at the trembling Su Yinglong, who had collapsed in fear.

"I—I don't know!" Su Yinglong stammered, his voice shaking. "I really don't know!"

Who had the Su family offended?

Aside from the mysterious rogue cultivator who had come to collect a debt, Su Yinglong couldn't think of anyone else.

"This is your fault, Su family!" the burly man snarled, his voice bitter with resentment.

He turned, ready to flee, knowing full well that staying any longer would mean certain death.

But as he leapt into the air, another arrow tore through the sky.

Whoosh!

Instinctively, he raised his greatsword to block.

Crack!

The arrow shattered the spiritual artifact like glass and continued its path, driving through his skull with ease. His body tumbled lifelessly to the ground.

Lanlin County, Tea House.

Yun Yanshui lowered his bow and stowed it away. Reaching into his pouch, he tossed a handful of silver coins onto the table.

"Waiter, check, please,"

"Waiter, check, please," he said with a satisfied smile, rising to leave as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"Waiter, check, please,"