After the seven senior brothers had taken their leave one after another, Yun Xiuyan strolled over to the adjacent courtyard.

A middle-aged man stood on a stone arch bridge, his posture upright, with the refined bearing of an orchid tree. In his hand, he pinched a few grains of spirit rice, occasionally scattering them, causing several spirit fish to vie for the food, the water's surface into a lively churn.

Hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged man did not turn around, focusing intently on feeding the spirit fish.

Only when Yun Xiuyan reached behind him did the middle-aged man turn his palm sideways, wipe it with his other hand, and brush off all the spirit rice. Only then did he turn around.

Yun Xiuyan looked at the middle-aged man, and much of the frost on her face seemed to soften. She said softly, "Third Uncle, have you made a decision?"

This man was precisely Yun Xiuyan's third uncle, the one who had previously given her the Spirit Jade Fruit tree and ceded the Spirit Spring Eye, showing her great affection.

At the same time, he was also the only Foundation Establishment True Cultivator of the Yun family-Yun Feilan.

Yun Feilan nodded slightly and said indifferently, "That Gu An and Huang Xuan are not bad, worth investing in."

A flicker of doubt passed through Yun Xiuyan's almond-shaped eyes. She didn't quite understand. Yun Feilan explained, "Gu An is young, yet already at the fifth layer of Qi Condensation. His talent is considered upper-middle among Three Spirit Roots; there's no need to elaborate."

"Huang Xuan is tactful in his dealings, steady in his actions, and thoughtful in his considerations. He's also quite good."

Yun Xiuyan was also a person of keen intelligence. As soon as Yun Feilan explained, she understood why these two were suitable. She nodded, "Xiuyan understands. I will have someone investigate the backgrounds of these two."

As for Tan Chengfeng, neither of them mentioned him. The ninth layer of Qi Condensation might fool others, but with their level of insight, how could they fail to see that Tan Chengfeng's spiritual power was extremely hollow, his pill poison had seeped into his marrow, and his path forward was already cut off.

Pursing her lips, Yun Xiuyan seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Seeing her indecision, Yun Feilan knew what she was thinking. He waved his hand and said, "No need to worry. I can still hold on for another ten years or so. By then, you will have reached Foundation Establishment, and our Yun family can rest easy. This is merely preparing for a rainy day."

"However, Xiuyan, you are after all a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect. Our Yun family still needs a Foundation Establishment True Cultivator stationed in Cloud City to be convenient."

"Also, pay more attention to the spiritual herbs for the Foundation Establishment Pill. I will also be constantly..."

As he spoke, Yun Feilan suddenly covered his mouth with a silk handkerchief and coughed repeatedly. A trace of blood actually seeped through the handkerchief.

"Is there really no way to cure it? I'll go beg Master!" Yun Xiuyan watched worriedly, her silver teeth clenched tightly.

"Absolutely not. I used a forbidden technique, greatly reducing my lifespan. The difficulty isn't the injury; it's the lifespan!" Yun Feilan sternly interrupted, his voice grave and firm. "Xiuyan, remember, True Person Qingxiao is your master, but he is not obligated to help you every time. Last time, when you insisted on sending Wanxi into the sect, you already used up some of that goodwill. Why bother with this futile effort now?"

Yun Xiuyan's eye sockets reddened slightly, but her nature was cold, and in the end, she said nothing more.

Seeing her low spirits, Yun Feilan was also helpless. He had to change the subject. "By the way, about the Green-Winged Bird I just promised you, give it to Wanxi when you return to the sect."

"I still have two years of tasks left to complete. Have someone else deliver it." Yun Xiuyan frowned slightly, refusing.

"Hey! Why are you so stubborn?" Although it was a scolding, Yun Feilan's tone carried a hint of doting fondness.

But his tone shifted, becoming firm. "However, this time you really must go back."

Yun Xiuyan asked, even more puzzled, "Third Uncle, why? Is something wrong?"

After a long sigh, Yun Feilan said gravely, "Wang Yang of the Qingyuan Sect went to Yellow Wind Commandery a few days ago to investigate the matter of the Robber Cultivators. He chased them into the territory of the Beastmaster Sect, blatantly killed their disciple, and then swaggered away."

"The Beastmaster Sect will not swallow this insult. There will be retaliation. This is also why I didn't let you buy that White Jade Fox."

"In the coming years, Yun Kingdom and You Kingdom are bound to become chaotic."

Hearing this, Yun Xiuyan also reacted. "A war between the two sects?"

Yun Feilan shook his head, his eyes fixed on the spirit fish fighting for food below. He sighed, "It's not that serious yet, but how the situation develops is hard to say."

"The Qingyuan Sect and the Beastmaster Sect are too close!"

The world bustles, all for profit; the world hustles, all for gain.

Sixty years ago, True Person Qingxiao of the Qingyuan Sect broke through to Golden Core, and the old True Person was also in his prime. With two suns shining in the sky, their power surged greatly. But they also faced a problem: resources were insufficient.

Although both sides were deliberately restraining themselves, how could they keep yielding when the path of cultivation was at stake?

Coincidentally, the neighboring Beastmaster Sect was very close, its strength not strong. Wouldn't it be wonderful to use them as a scapegoat, to divert the internal conflicts?

Furthermore, the disciples under the Qingyuan Sect had been deeply troubled by the lack of resources in recent years, yearning to plunder resources in the chaos to achieve Foundation Establishment, or even form a Golden Core.

With such unity from top to bottom, all vying to serve, this war might soon arrive.

As for the matter of the Robber Cultivators, it was merely an excuse.

Yun Feilan could almost see the two True Persons stirring up trouble behind the scenes, steering the great ship of the Qingyuan Sect towards war.

Amidst chaos, there are always opportunities. But unfortunately, the Yun family's only Foundation Establishment cultivator was severely injured and had little time left. Unfortunately, the Yun family was right on the front lines of the war. Unfortunately, the new generation of the Yun family had not yet grown up.

Why did it have to be this critical juncture!

Yun Feilan's heart was filled with bitterness. He only felt that the Yun family's path ahead was shrouded in mist. He couldn't see clearly. He truly couldn't see clearly!

Watching Yun Feilan's myriad worries, Yun Xiuyan was very calm. She did not stubbornly act on a momentary impulse but instead quickly planned an escape route. "I will send a message immediately to apply for a transfer order. It should be approved around the time of the Yun Kingdom Small Meeting."

"Mm. While there's still time, let me see how your cultivation of the Tide-Hearing Jade-Severing Sword Art is progressing." Yun Feilan said with a look of relief.

Yun Xiuyan forced a faint smile. "With Third Uncle, the Flying Cloud Sword, offering guidance, Xiuyan is sure to make some progress."

Saying this, Yun Xiuyan took out a blue-gold longsword, calmed her breath and focused her mind, and began to practice.

"Golden Scales Pierce the Waves."

"Returning Edge Severs the Tide."

"Cut Clouds and Shear Wind."

...

The azure blade exploded in the small courtyard, faintly seeming to carry the sound of thunder. The sword light danced up and down, like a flying swallow threading through a forest, like a flood dragon overturning the sea, extremely sharp, its spiritual pressure awe-inspiring.

"Swish."

The longsword broke through the wind, flying a full circle along the wall of Tianyun Garden, always maintaining a height of one chi from the wall, revealing exquisitely fine control.

A moment later, the longsword flew back through the air, and with a "clang" sound, it sheathed itself, its cold light subsiding.

Putting the sword into her Storage Bag, Yun Xiuyan looked up at Yun Feilan.

"Mm, to be honest, being able to achieve Flying Sword Leaving the Body at the Qi Condensation stage and control it so finely-this Tide-Hearing Jade-Severing Sword Art is truly profound and unfathomable. Your third uncle certainly couldn't have done it when he was at Qi Condensation."

"But I can still see the idea of transforming spiritual power into threads to control the sword body. So why not control a few more spiritual power threads? Wouldn't that make it even more like an extension of your arm?"

Yun Xiuyan said helplessly, "Third Uncle, you don't understand. This spiritual power thread has extremely high requirements for Body Refinement. My Body Refinement cultivation is only at the mid-stage. Forcibly condensing a second thread would probably cause my arm to explode directly."

"Oh, oh, I see. You girl, why didn't you say so earlier?"

"Third Uncle has a bottle of Spirit Marrow Dew here. It's useless to me. Take it back!"

"By the way, Third Uncle has a bit of a headache. Take it and go back quickly. Third Uncle will rest his eyes for a bit."

"..."