Chapter 135: Leng Yuexi’s mother is here again

Chapter 135: Leng Yuexi’s mother is here again

"Good," Feng Yun replied. "Use half of it to expand the supply chain. Buy more herbs, contract alchemists, and recruit guards. We’ll need more manpower."

Wang Ruo nodded. "And the other half?"

He smiled faintly. "Keep it hidden. We’ll need a backup fund for the next phase."

"Next phase?" she asked curiously.

"Yes," Feng Yun said, standing up. "Once the shop is stable, we’ll expand beyond Black Plain City. I plan to open a branch in other cities." I think it is time to bring in an expert who has a good talent in business."

"Hmm, who?"

"Naturally, it is the aunt, Li Shixin; she has been handling the clan’s business for decades. She is quite capable in the field of business." Feng Yun spoke softly while recalling the mature beauty, Li Shixin.

"Hmm, she is indeed capable and trusted." Wang Ruo nodded. The main point was that Li Shixin was a family member and trustworthy.

In the following days, Feng Yun released the other two products one by one.

Each time, the city’s attention exploded again.

The Soul-Nurturing Tea became a favourite among saint rank cultivators. Upon reaching the saint rank, one could not improve his realm by just relying on spiritual treasure or energy; he needed to cultivate his soul as well.

And the Blood Vitality Drops quickly became popular among mercenaries and adventurers, who now viewed Feng Yun’s shop as a sacred place for life-saving items.

Within two weeks, his shop’s reputation spread beyond the borders of Black Plain City. Traders from surrounding cities came personally to negotiate for distribution rights.

Feng Yun refused all large contracts.

He knew too well that if he expanded too quickly, larger powers would start taking notice — and once that happened, his independence would be threatened.

For now, he preferred to let the curiosity grow slowly, to let the legend of his products outpace the reality.

As one merchant said later that week, "Feng Yun’s shop isn’t just a business — it’s a miracle house. Every item there feels like something from the heavens."

That night, after the shop closed, Feng Yun sat in his study with Wang Ruo and the Sword Saint.

"The shop is stable," the Sword Saint remarked, sipping tea. "You’ve gained wealth and influence faster than any sect could in a year. What next?"

Feng Yun looked at the flickering lantern and smiled faintly. "Next... I will go home."

"Home?" The sword saint’s eyes narrowed. "You mean the Maple Leaf City." Feng Yun has already told him about his background. When the sword saint heard that Feng Yun came from a small family, he was stunned.

He always thought that Feng Yun must be a member of some strong ancient force. After all, Feng Yun’s achievements were too difficult to match with a small family boy.

He nodded. "We’ve been away too long. My clan doesn’t know what’s been happening. They think I’m still wandering or cultivating quietly. I need to make sure they’re safe — and it’s time they grow stronger, too."

The Sword Saint leaned back, his old eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "The Black Plain City will miss your presence. But yes... it’s wise. The calm here won’t last forever."

Feng Yun’s gaze hardened. "I know. The Blood Demon Sect is still in the shadows. They haven’t moved yet, but their eyes are still watching. If they ever find out about my family, it’ll be dangerous. That’s why I’ll have to take care of my clan before they can react."

Wang Ruo looked up at him gently. "Then I’ll go with you. I miss Mother too."

He reached over, brushing her cheek. "Of course. It’s time for us both to return."

The next morning, as dawn spread across the city, Feng Yun stood on the balcony of his mansion, looking out over the rooftops of Black Plain City.

The streets were already busy, merchants shouting, customers rushing — and among them, countless people held small paper bags or jade boxes stamped with the insignia of his shop.

A faint smile tugged at his lips.

From an unknown wanderer to a feared cultivator to a merchant whose goods shook the city — all in a matter of months.

And this was only the beginning.

At this time, Wang Ruo came in and said softly, "Young Master, Miss Yuexi and her mother have come to visit. Currently sitting in the VIP room."

Feng Yun raised an eyebrow. Leng Yuexi was a regular visitor; he was not surprised. But her mother also came this time; it slightly surprised him. He couldn’t help but become a little curious.

The VIP room was elegantly simple — polished jade floors, a waterfall flowing behind a translucent screen, and faint spiritual energy in the air.

When Feng Yun entered, Leng Yuexi and Leng Shuying were already seated. Yuexi greeted him with her usual gentle smile.

"Madam Leng." Feng Yun cupped his hands politely. "It’s been some time." Leng Shuying was the name of Leng Yuexi’s mother.

"Indeed," Leng Shuying said with a warm smile. "And don’t call me ’Madam Leng’. Just call me Aunt Mu — otherwise, I’ll start feeling old."

Feng Yun smiled slightly. "As you wish, Aunt Leng."

She chuckled, her tone kind and teasing. "Rumours about you are spreading faster than wildfire, Feng Yun. They say your shop sells miracles — that your pills revive dying cultivators and your teas calm souls. Even my attendants can’t stop talking about you."

Feng Yun shook his head lightly. "Rumours tend to exaggerate, Aunt Leng. I’m just a small merchant with a few decent products."

"A small merchant?" she repeated with a laugh. "When even saint realm cultivators wait outside your door, you’ve long stopped being small."

Leng Yuexi looked at her mother helplessly. "Mother, you’ll embarrass him. Young Master Feng doesn’t like flattery."

Leng Shuying smiled gently, glancing between the two. "Ah, I see. Yuexi is already defending him. Should I take that as a sign, hmm?"

Yuexi blushed faintly. "Mother..."

Feng Yun coughed softly to ease the tension, though his lips carried a faint smile. "Aunt Leng, I doubt you came here just to tease your daughter."

"Of course not," Leng Shuying said with a soft laugh. "I came to ask for something."