The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace
Chapter 229 - 229 Farewell in the Rain

The torrential rain poured relentlessly, the cold wind biting.

Lying in a pool of blood with his throat pierced, Yun Yantian's body grew colder, trembling involuntarily.

The icy rain drenched him completely, intensifying his discomfort. His gradually dimming eyes stared blankly at the sky, watching the heavy clouds and feeling the rain droplets slap against his face.

Memories from his life began to flood his mind like a lantern slideshow.

"Disciple Yantian greets Master."

"Master, must you leave?"

"Master, I will cultivate diligently. One day, I will follow you to the Sword Ruins Realm!"

"I was just afraid she wouldn't agree. A marriage proposal like this feels so impulsive."

"What's there to fear? When I pursued Qin Yue, all I thought about was marrying her, spending my life with her, and raising a big family of kids!"

"I will take care of you for the rest of my life. I will never let you feel wronged—not just me, but the entire Yun family!"

Scenes from the past twenty years played vividly in his mind.

He remembered the joyful moments spent with his family and cousins, his first encounter with Baili Moxue, their shared promises, and their wedding day.

He recalled the moment his son, Yun Wenzhan, was born—how tiny he was, snuggled in his swaddling clothes, safe in his father's embrace.

He thought of his clan, his brothers, his nephews and nieces, his wife, his child… his entire family.

It was so hard to let go.

Would he get to see them one last time before his life slipped away?

"Uncle Yantian! Uncle Yantian!"

A desperate voice broke through the rain as Yun Wenxuan arrived with Sun Fenglin and others in tow.

When they saw Yun Yantian lying on the cold, rain-soaked ground, his body drenched, his arm severed, and his throat pierced, their faces turned ashen with shock and fear.

Yun Wenxuan knelt beside his uncle, holding him tightly as a powerful sense of dread surged through him.

"Where's the healing pill? Where's the healing pill?!"

Seeing Yun Yantian's grave condition, teetering on the brink of death, Yun Wenxuan's eyes reddened with panic as he shouted frantically at Sun Fenglin and his brother.

The Sun brothers stood frozen, horrified by the scene before them. The very idea that someone could inflict such devastating wounds on Yun Yantian was unthinkable.

Startled by Yun Wenxuan's desperate roar, they quickly snapped out of their stupor. Sun Fenglin fumbled for a moment before producing a bottle of healing pills.

"Uncle Yantian, don't be afraid! You're not going to die! You can't die! The family is waiting for you to return!"

"If you die, how can I face the family? How can I face Second Lord Yun?

"How can I face Aunt Moxue? How can I face Wenzhan?!"

Yun Wenxuan's voice trembled as he cradled his uncle, his hands shaking as he poured a healing pill into Yun Yantian's mouth.

But Yun Yantian's injuries were far too severe. The second-grade Yellow Tier healing pill could do little more than keep him breathing faintly.

"Do you have more? Are there any more healing pills? Bring them all out!" Yun Wenxuan roared, his voice filled with despair as he glared at the Sun brothers.

"No… no more!"

"Then go find more! Go now!"

"We're on it!" the Sun brothers replied hastily before vanishing into the rain.

"Uncle Yantian, hold on! Please hold on! Aunt Shuang and the others will be here soon. Once they arrive, you'll be fine! I swear you'll be fine!"

Yun Wenxuan clung to his uncle's increasingly cold body, sobbing like a child. The rain around them seemed to amplify his cries.

"Wenxuan!"

A familiar voice pierced the sound of the downpour.

Through the sheets of rain, several figures dashed toward them at incredible speed.

At the forefront was Yun Yanshuang, followed closely by Baili Moxue, Yun Wenzhan, Yun Wenyu, Yun Wenrun, and many other younger members of the Yun family.

"Goddess Shuang! Help me, please! Uncle Yantian… he can't hold on! He's slipping away!"

The boy who had once stood fearlessly on the battlefield at Lu Zhan Terrace, single-handedly slaying thousands of Wu soldiers and beheading their general, was now reduced to tears.

Seeing his aunt and the others arrive, his composure broke entirely, and he sobbed uncontrollably.

The rain poured endlessly, cold and relentless.

Yun Yanshuang and the others immediately rushed to Yun Yantian's side.

Baili Moxue knelt first, pulling Yun Yantian tightly into her arms. Her voice trembled with panic and despair as she whispered to him, "It's okay. It's okay. I'm here. Everything will be fine."

"Father! It's me, Wenzhan! I'm here! Please, hold on! You're not going to die!"

Yun Wenzhan crouched beside him, gripping his father's hand tightly. His large, tearful eyes were filled with worry and fear. He couldn't bear the thought of losing his father.

"Uncle Yantian!"

Yun Wenyu, Yun Wenrun, and the other younger members of the Yun family gathered around, calling out to their uncle anxiously.

"Goddess Shuang! Can Uncle Yantian… can he be saved?"

Yun Wenxuan's face was pale, his lips trembling as he stared at his aunt with pleading eyes.

All eyes turned to Yun Yanshuang, hoping for an answer. Even Baili Moxue looked to her, desperation evident in her gaze.

Yun Yanshuang, the family's most skilled alchemist and healer, had made remarkable strides in her craft over the past decade. She had also spent years learning medicine under Yun Yunxun's tutelage. If anyone could save Yun Yantian, it was her.

Under the weight of so many hopeful eyes, Yun Yanshuang bit her lip, unsure of how to respond.

Her silence spoke volumes, and a wave of unease and despair washed over everyone.

Outside the marketplace, a group of riders on horseback arrived in the pouring rain.

Yun Yunyue dismounted and rushed toward the scene, followed closely by Yun Yunyang, Yun Yunfeng, Yun Yunshan, and several other clan members.

"Who did this?! Who did this?!"

Seeing his son lying gravely wounded, missing an arm and with his throat pierced, Yun Yunyue's eyes filled with rage. He roared, his voice cracking with grief and fury.

Yun Wenxuan clenched his fists, unsure of how to respond.

In Baili Moxue's arms, Yun Yantian struggled to open his eyes. Seeing his wife, child, father, and clan members surrounding him, a faint smile appeared on his pale face.

He wanted to say something, to leave behind a final message, but his injuries were too severe. With his throat pierced, even speaking was impossible.

He desperately wanted to tell them to live well, to take care of one another, but… he couldn't.

It was impossible.

"Tian'er!"

"Yantian!"

"Father!"

As they watched Yun Yantian's eyes close for the final time, everyone around him broke into heart-wrenching cries.

The entire marketplace echoed with their sorrow, their cries piercing through the heavy rain.

Above, the rain grew heavier, cascading from the heavens as if mourning alongside them.

From a rooftop nearby, Yun Yanshui silently observed the grieving clan.

His gaze rested on Yun Yantian's lifeless body, a man who had been like an older brother to him, always looking out for him.

Yun Yanshui's face twisted with rage and anguish, his expression dark and feral, like a beast on the brink of madness.

"Brother!"

Yun Yanshuang appeared beside him, her eyes red and swollen with tears. Raindrops mixed with her tears, dripping steadily onto the tiled roof.

"I… I should have listened to you… I never thought… Brother Yantian, he…"

"Enough. Come with me to the Wang family," Yun Yanshui said, his voice unnervingly calm as he continued to stare at Yun Yantian's body.

"Brother, what have you discovered?"

Hearing his words, Yun Yanshuang choked out a question between sobs.

"Wang Liyuan isn't dead. That bastard isn't dead! He's still alive!" Yun Yanshui growled, his voice low but seething with rage.

Murderous intent radiated from him like a storm.

Ten years ago, in Tongshan County, Yun Yanshui believed he had killed Wang Liyuan with his own hands.

But now, through the soul imprint left by Yun Yantian, Yun Yanshui had seen his brother's final moments. The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning: Wang Liyuan, whom he thought he had executed, had somehow survived.

In an instant, Yun Yanshui's figure blurred.

Defying the icy wind and torrential rain, he charged toward the Wang family's ancestral grounds, radiating an overwhelming aura of death.

"Brother Yantian, wait for me! I'll take Wang Liyuan's head right now!"

In an instant, Yun Yanshui's figure blurred.

Defying the icy wind and torrential rain, he charged toward the Wang family's ancestral grounds, radiating an overwhelming aura of death.

"Brother Yantian, wait for me! I'll take Wang Liyuan's head right now!"

In an instant, Yun Yanshui's figure blurred.

Defying the icy wind and torrential rain, he charged toward the Wang family's ancestral grounds, radiating an overwhelming aura of death.

"Brother Yantian, wait for me! I'll take Wang Liyuan's head right now!"

"Brother Yantian, wait for me! I'll take Wang Liyuan's head right now!"

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