The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 191: Finding Trouble

"Where's Xuan'er?"

Yun Yanling stepped into the shop, her gaze scanning the room before landing on Qin Zhan, who was busy arranging items on the shelves.

"He's cultivating upstairs," Qin Zhan replied with a smile, deftly placing freshly delivered spirit pills onto the display racks.

"Shuang'er went with Father to the imperial capital for the Hundred Clans Gathering. Where did this new batch of spirit pills come from?"

Curiosity flickered in Yun Yanling's eyes as she watched her husband, flanked by a few shop attendants, stocking the shelves with a fresh supply of spirit pills.

"They're all hand-crafted by Xuan'er himself. Shuang'er even made him a specialized alchemy furnace.

"These days, aside from completing the lessons assigned by Mr. Yu, Xuan'er spends all his time cultivating and refining pills," Qin Zhan said, his tone brimming with pride.

"Really?"

Yun Yanling's lips curved into a pleased smile as she picked up a second-grade healing pill from the Yellow Tier. Examining it closely, she noted the pill's color and quality.

"While it's not quite as refined as the ones Shuang'er makes, for Xuan'er to produce pills of this quality at his age is truly impressive. Who would've thought he'd have such talent?"

Yun Yanling had spent years managing the shop's sales of spirit talismans, pills, and tools. Her sharp eye for quality had been honed over countless transactions.

"Shuang'er always said Xuan'er had a gift for alchemy and artifact crafting. With a few more years of practice, our family will gain another skilled alchemist and artificer.

"How far Xuan'er can go in those arts will depend on his talent and the opportunities that come his way," Qin Zhan said with a chuckle, his pride evident.

Yun Yanling's gaze shifted to the shop attendants, who were carrying several first- and second-grade spiritual artifacts onto the shelves.

"These new spiritual tools… were they also made by Xuan'er?"

"Indeed! Isn't he amazing?" Qin Zhan said with a broad grin.

"Don't praise him too much to his face. Otherwise, he might become complacent and stop striving to improve!" Yun Yanling chided, though her tone was affectionate.

"Haha! Don't worry. I only brag about him to you," Qin Zhan replied with a laugh.

"Alright. You carry on here. I'm going upstairs to check on Xuan'er. Let me know if you need me."

"Got it! Go ahead," Qin Zhan said, waving her off before turning back to his work.

On the second floor, Yun Yanling gently pushed open a door to find her son sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed in meditation.

Not wanting to disturb him, she quietly stepped into the room and took a seat by the window, watching him in peaceful silence.

Time passed, and eventually, Yun Wenxuan opened his eyes, exhaling a deep breath of turbid air.

"Finished your cultivation?" Yun Yanling asked with a gentle smile.

"Mother?!"

Yun Wenxuan's face lit up as he sprang to his feet and ran to her, wrapping his arms around her in a joyful hug.

At nearly seven years old, he was already tall enough to reach his mother's shoulders. Yet, his heart remained that of a child who loved to seek comfort in his mother's embrace.

"You're almost seven! Aren't you too old to be clinging to your mother like this?" Yun Yanling said, half amused and half exasperated.

"Hehe, Xuan'er just loves Mother!" Yun Wenxuan grinned, stepping back and flashing her a toothy smile.

"How's your schoolwork been lately?"

"I finished everything! Mr. Yu even said I've been very diligent in my studies, and my handwriting is improving."

"And your cultivation?"

Yun Yanling's smile deepened.

"Hehe! I've already broken through to the Embryo Breath Fifth Stage!" Yun Wenxuan declared proudly.

"That's my boy! When your Uncle Yantian and Aunt Shuang'er were your age, I don't think they were as advanced as you!"

"I'll keep working hard! One day, I'll surpass Uncle Yantian and Aunt Shuang'er. I'll become a powerful cultivator like them and be a pillar of support for our family!" ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Yun Wenxuan's eyes shone with determination as he spoke.

"I look forward to that day," Yun Yanling said, her tone warm with encouragement. "Cultivation must be tiring, isn't it? As it happens, I made your favorite—braised spirit fish.

"This fish was caught by your Third Granduncle and the others from the Purple Mist Spirit Spring in Yunzhang Mountain. It should help your cultivation and improve your constitution."

"Such a rare treat! Did Wenyu and Wenrun get some too?"

"Of course. Good things like this should be shared. They've both received some, and the family has also set aside a few for your Uncle Yantian and Aunt Shuang'er."

"That's great!"

"Mother, let's call Father and eat together!"

"Alright, I'll go get him."

Smiling softly, Yun Yanling took her son's hand, and they headed downstairs together.

On the first floor of the shop, a middle-aged man in fine clothes entered with a few companions. He picked up a healing pill from a display shelf and turned to Qin Zhan.

"These new healing pills you've stocked don't look particularly impressive. And you're charging 35 lower-grade spirit stones for each?

"The Wang family's shop next door sells similar healing pills for just 30 spirit stones."

Qin Zhan, busy organizing the shop's inventory, maintained his composure and replied with a polite smile.

"Sir, please take a closer look. The quality and potency of these healing pills far surpass those from the Wang family's shop.

"If you're injured while traveling, taking one of our pills will deliver results far superior to theirs.

"Moreover, 35 spirit stones is already a very fair price. In this market, you won't find healing pills of this quality at such a price anywhere else but here in the Yun family's shop."

Though the customer praised the Wang family's shop, Qin Zhan remained calm. As a businessman, he knew he had to greet every customer with a smile, no matter how unpleasant the situation.

Occasionally, a little embellishment was necessary to highlight his products.

"Don't exaggerate. I can judge the quality of a pill myself," the middle-aged man retorted, placing the pill back on the shelf.

His gaze wandered to another display. Spotting a jar of Purple Jade Spirit Wine, he asked, "Can I have a taste of this?"

"Of course!" Qin Zhan replied cheerfully. He fetched a small cup and poured a finger's worth of the wine, handing it over with a respectful bow.

The man took the cup, raised it to his lips, and drank it in one go.

Moments later, he grimaced dramatically and spat the wine out onto the floor.

"What kind of wine is this? It tastes awful! It's not even as good as the Wang family's Red Mulberry Spirit Wine!"

"That's impossible," Qin Zhan said, frowning slightly. "Sir, this is Purple Jade Spirit Wine, meticulously crafted by our family.

"It's rare and highly beneficial for cultivators, enhancing constitution and even aiding in healing injuries.

"To be honest, the Wang family's Red Mulberry Spirit Wine can't compare to it."

"If I say it's bad, it's bad. Are you questioning me?"

The man's brow furrowed in displeasure as he shot Qin Zhan a withering glare, then casually tossed the empty cup to the ground.

"Let's go. The Yun family's shop doesn't have anything worth buying. We're better off elsewhere," he said, beckoning his companions to leave.

"Purple Jade Spirit Wine—50 lower-grade spirit stones per cup. You just tasted a finger's worth, so I'll charge you half price: 25 spirit stones."

Before they could exit, Yun Yanling's voice rang out. She descended the stairs with Yun Wenxuan, her expression calm but icy.

It didn't take a genius to realize the man had come to her shop deliberately looking for trouble.

Recently, incidents like this had become more frequent. Trouble-seekers were a constant nuisance, and while Yun Yanling had been patient thus far, this time, she resolved to get to the bottom of it.

Was this the Wang family's doing? Or was someone else pulling the strings?

"You dare charge that much for this awful wine?"

"Exactly! A finger's worth for 25 spirit stones? Your shop must be crazy!"

"The Yun family's shop is a scam! Your products are garbage, and you overcharge for everything!"

"Honestly, you should just close down before your goods hurt someone!"

The middle-aged man and his companions jeered and shouted, their disdainful voices filling the shop.

Yun Yanling ignored their provocations. Instead, she knelt down and whispered softly to her son.

"Xuan'er, are any of them cultivators?"

Yun Wenxuan closed his eyes briefly, his spiritual sense sweeping over the group.

"The middle-aged man is a cultivator at the Embryo Breath Second Stage. The rest are mortals—probably here to back him up."

"Understood."