Chapter 34: The Path to the Rise of the Family

Yun Yufeng laughed, “It seems my luck is quite good.”
The old man chuckled hoarsely, “You rascal, always wanting to take advantage of your grandpa. But what do you need to know this for?”
Yun Yufeng was puzzled, “Can’t I ask now? Is there a problem?”
“You haven’t learned to walk yet, and you want to run? Remember, a solid foundation is most important. Chasing after grand ambitions isn’t wise—cultivation must be taken step by step.” The old man’s expression darkened, his tone turning stern.
Yun Yufeng finally understood, but he didn’t press further, letting his grandfather continue.
“The Imperial Heart Technique of the Violet Extreme is indeed domineering, but it’s directly tied to bloodline. Normally, the cultivation rank corresponds to the number of layers mastered—almost no one can break the constraints of their level to cultivate higher layers of this technique. Put simply, a fifth-rank martial artist might only reach the third layer, but a third-rank could never attain the fifth. Do you understand?”
Yun Yufeng nodded, still confused, “So I can’t break through to the fifth rank yet. But I don’t feel any obstacles—everything has gone smoothly so far.”
“Oh? How far have you gotten?” The old man raised his eyebrows; the boy’s words always caught him off guard.
“Well, when I circulate the heart technique, the battle energy flows freely through my mind. I just haven’t dared to take the last step—I'm anxious because it’s crucial. If I lose consciousness during crystallization, it’ll be a disaster.”
“A disaster? What does that mean!” The old man’s beard quivered, suddenly staring in shock at Yun Yufeng. He cautiously asked, “Fourth layer’s peak?”
Yun Yufeng nodded carefully.
The old man groaned and patted his forehead, “What is this? So many new things happening—when monsters appear, the family will prosper. Is it a blessing or a curse?” Thinking of his own crippled legs, he sighed deeply.
Yun Yufeng sat respectfully on the meditation cushion, listening intently.
“If you need to break through, you must first invite the patriarch. Someone must stand guard here; the Scripture Tower cannot be used for your breakthrough,” the old man instructed.
“Yes, Grandfather. I’ll go fetch the patriarch right away.” Yun Yufeng nodded.
“No need. Let the gatekeeper do it.” With that, his figure flickered and he returned almost instantly.
Not long after, the old patriarch, whose beard was white as snow, arrived in the Scripture Tower, his hearty laughter echoing, “Old friend, what’s brought you to summon me today? You never ask for me, usually. Oh, Yufeng, here early to see your grandfather?”
“Greetings, Patriarch,” Yun Yufeng quickly rose and bowed.
The old man smiled, “You know I’m bound to guard the Scripture Tower, so I never leave. Nothing much happens, so I haven’t sought out the brothers for a chat.”
“What’s that drink? The aroma is so strong.” The patriarch sniffed, fixing his gaze on the bottle.
Yun Yufeng took a cup, filled it generously, and handed it to the patriarch, “Patriarch, you’ve worked hard. Please have a cup to moisten your throat.”
“Haha, Yufeng, you’re getting better at speaking. Well, you’ve awakened my thirst for wine—a single cup won’t suffice.” Before Yun Feiyan, the patriarch showed no trace of authority, only the demeanor of a simple old man.

He smacked his lips, a flush rising to his cheeks. Still unsatisfied, he poured himself another cup and drank it in one gulp.
“Feiyan, that’s not very generous. Every time I visit, you’ve never brought out such fine wine. Yet today, you share it with Yufeng. Aren’t you afraid he’ll develop a taste for it so young? And especially Qinghe—that’s even worse. Next time he returns, he needs a talking-to. Good wine, and he hogs it all, what nonsense. Last time, he got two fine swords and wanted to put them all in the shop, only seeing gold coins everywhere.” Two cups in, the patriarch’s words flowed freely.
The old man was used to his complaints, not minding at all. “Feiyun, this time you’ve misjudged Qinghe; he wouldn’t dare do such a thing.”
The patriarch huffed, “Why wouldn’t he? Right before me, he got those swords, didn’t even let us have a look, just snatched them and ran. Luckily, his cultivation isn’t as high as mine. He can’t outrun me.”
Both the old man and Yun Yufeng looked exasperated—the patriarch was clearly proud of himself.
The patriarch ignored their expressions, “Well? Tell me, where did this wine come from? Never tasted such a strong drink before. Compared to this, all my past wines are bland water.”
The old man glanced at Yun Yufeng, not answering, and continued eating.
Yun Yufeng realized it was his turn to speak. He said to the patriarch, “Patriarch, the wine was brought by me for Grandfather to try. There isn’t much, but I’ll bring you a bottle next time, if you’d like.”
“You brought it? So you two were monkeying around just now.” The patriarch smiled sheepishly.
“Actually, Patriarch, with the right method, you could brew it yourself.”
“Method? This is the first I’ve tasted it—how could I have a method?” The patriarch was lost.
“Since Yufeng says so, there must be a way. Don’t worry, Patriarch. But with this wine coming to market, while the current brewing industry won’t be affected, the profits will attract many. Before brewing, you should think it over carefully,” Yun Yufeng said thoughtfully.
Moments ago, in his excitement, he hadn't considered selling the wine—he only wanted to satisfy his own palate. He assumed the brewing conditions were stringent, so production would be limited.
The patriarch stroked his beard, pondering, “That’s an issue. It needs careful consideration.”
Yun Yufeng took up paper and pen, scribbling away. The two elders sat quietly, as if afraid to disturb him. Only the sound of writing filled the tower.
Soon, two pages were filled—one with instructions, the other with a schematic of the distillation apparatus. Though rough, the key parts bore annotations, ensuring the craftsmen could manage.
“That’s it?” The two elders were surprised, expecting a host of secrets.
“It’s actually simple. With the diagram and a few failed attempts, anyone can do it,” Yun Yufeng replied calmly.
The old man mused, looking at Yun Yufeng, “Yufeng, what do you think the operation should be?”
Yun Yufeng answered without hesitation, “First, choose a brewing location away from crowded areas—if production is large, the aroma will carry for miles. Second, select brewers from direct family members. Third, sales points must be outside Yong’an City; none in Liuyang City. Fourth, transportation via spatial pouches. Fifth, post reward tasks at the Mercenary Guild, hire mercenaries as guards, change delivery addresses often, keep shop owners hidden—must be trustworthy.”
The two elders nodded vigorously, like pecking chicks. Yun Yufeng’s plan was thorough, distancing the Yun family from the business.
He paused, then added, “Actually, there’s a place that can serve as the base—the Muzha Camp. When necessary, a portion of profits can be handed to the city lord. As for the distance, how to reach the camp is up to you, Patriarch.”

The patriarch's face was alight with smiles, “This trip was well worth it. If we implement this, the family’s business could multiply tenfold, a hundredfold. The risk is worth taking. The raw materials—just grain? Even tubers and coarse grains?”
“Yes. Depending on the ingredients, yield will vary—details are noted. Brewing costs are low, so profits will be huge,” Yun Yufeng confirmed.
“Feiyun, you stand guard here for a while. I’ll take Yufeng to cultivate—up on the mountain’s peak,” the old man said.
The patriarch raised an eyebrow, staring at the old man.
The old man nodded, and the patriarch finally agreed, “Go ahead, I trust Yufeng.”
He returned his gaze to the papers filled with brewing methods.
The old man rolled his wheelchair to the back of the tower, pressed a mechanism, and a deep metallic sound rang out. A small, thick metal door slowly opened, revealing a passage just big enough for a person to bend through.
Yun Yufeng followed the old man through the narrow corridor. It was pitch dark, with no light save for the faint glow from a luminous pearl in his hand.
They walked for about two hundred meters before a distant light appeared at the tunnel’s end—the exit. When Yun Yufeng reached it, he felt dizzy.
Above was a jutting rock, a thick iron chain connecting its tip to the exit. Below, a bottomless chasm shrouded in mist, lush forest barely visible.
The old man grabbed Yun Yufeng’s arm with one hand, the iron chain with the other, swung forward, and landed atop the rock.
Steadying himself, Yun Yufeng realized they stood atop a lofty peak, clouds swirling around the mountainside—a breathtaking sight.
He murmured, “Grandfather, is this the summit of the encircling mountain range?”
The old man smiled, “Indeed. This is a good place for a breakthrough. There may be beasts, but with me here, it’s fine.”
Yun Yufeng nodded, “Let’s begin, then.”
The old man pointed to a pile of rocks nearby, “See those five stones? There’s a space beneath, a few meters square—shade from sun, shelter from rain. You can choose there or atop the rocks.”
Yun Yufeng leapt to the top—it was flat, quite suitable. The old man parked his wheelchair beside him, “Calm yourself first, and then begin. I’ll protect your mind with my spirit force—you needn’t worry.”
Yun Yufeng nodded, took a third-tier Essence Gathering Pill and a third-tier Energy Pill, then activated the Imperial Heart Technique of the Violet Extreme. His battle energy instantly turned violet, his exposed skin shining purple in the morning sun.
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