The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Five days later, at dusk, on the most bustling street in the south of Jiayuan City, there was a three-story restaurant.

Because it was dinner time in the evening, the restaurant was already packed with people.

The aroma of the food filled the entire restaurant.

At that moment, on a table on the third floor of the restaurant, near the street, two young men in white were sitting opposite each other.

On the table were six or seven fragrant dishes and a pot of old wine.

"It smells so good!"

"I haven't had any mortal food in ages, Brother Yang, please try some!" one of the boys exclaimed with great relish.

These two were Yang Qingyuan and Wan Xiaoshan, who had come all the way from Tainan Valley.

The Golden Crowned Eagle is a flying mount, extremely fast, and it covered a journey that would take a carriage a month in just five days.

After entering the city, the two decided to find a restaurant and order a table of food. Firstly, to rest for a while, and secondly, since restaurants are well-informed, they could inquire about the location of the Yan family's ancestral home.

After Wan Xiaoshan finished his meal and wiped his mouth, he asked, "Brother Yang, Jiayuan City is so big, how are you going to find the Yan family's old residence?"

"I always felt this was a trap set by those thieves, Qingwen."

"Furthermore, even if we assume the animal skin scroll is genuine, it clearly states that only descendants of the Yan family with spiritual roots can open this treasure by virtue of their bloodline."

"It's hard to say whether the Yan family has any descendants, let alone whether they have spiritual roots."

Yang Qingyuan frowned slightly and replied, "We can only take it one step at a time."

"Right now, let's ask a local for advice."

Just then, a young man dressed like a waiter from a restaurant approached the two, placed a plate of dishes on the table, and introduced, "This is the braised beef you two ordered. The dishes are all ready. Please enjoy your meal."

"Wait!" Yang Qingyuan suddenly spoke up, stopping the waiter, and said, "Young man, my ancestors were also from Jiayuan City, and I have come back specifically to visit my relatives."

"But things have changed and people are no longer the same. According to the elders in my family, my relative's ancestors should have had a considerable business in Jiayuan City. There was a family head named Yan Chengjiao."

Have you ever heard of it?

As he spoke, he took out a silver ingot and placed it on the dining table.

This silver came from Wu Jiuzhi's storage bag, so keeping it was pointless.

Upon seeing a full ten taels of silver, the waiter was initially stunned and somewhat at a loss for words. Then, he became excited and quickly forced a smile, explaining, "Sir, the Yan family you mentioned, is it the Yan family, the richest family in Jiayuan City a hundred years ago?"

Yang Qingyuan was unsure either, so he could only reply, "Tell me about it."

For the sake of ten taels of silver, the waiter immediately stopped hiding the truth and introduced, "I often hear diners mention that there was a wealthy family in Jiayuan City back then, so rich that even their bowls and chopsticks were made of gold."

"It's the Yan family, the richest family in the country."

"However, as the old saying goes, 'fortune turns like a wheel.' Legend has it that decades ago, Yan Chengjiao, the head of the Yan family, sought immortality and enlightenment by searching for extraordinary people and swindlers all over the martial arts world. As a result, all of his family's gold and silver mountains were swindled away by these swindlers."

"Furthermore, the Yan family did not produce any male heirs, and the family gradually declined."

"The Yan family no longer exists in Jiayuan City."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan narrowed his eyes, pondering, "It seems that the Yan family they mentioned is the same one mentioned on the animal skin scroll."

"Among the martial arts practitioners that Yan Chengjiao found back then, there must have been some real cultivators, which is why he was able to embark on the path of cultivation."

"It depends on the situation. There shouldn't be anyone with spiritual roots among the descendants of the Yan family. Yan Chengjiao had no choice but to seal his magic artifact in the ancestral home, waiting for a cultivator to appear among his descendants."

Thinking of this, Yang Qingyuan perked up and asked again, "May I ask, young man, where is the ancestral home of the Yan family?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter's lips twitched slightly, and he said with a wry smile, "I don't know the specifics of this matter either."

He stared intently at the silver ingot on the table, afraid that the duck he was about to eat would fly away, and then said, "However, the Yan family has two young ladies in the end, and they should know where the Yan family's ancestral home is."

"Oh? The Yan family has two more daughters?" Yang Qingyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Where did they go?"

Seeing that there was still room for the money to be repaid, the waiter at the restaurant hurriedly introduced, "These two daughters of the Yan family are very lucky. They both married their ideal husbands, so they are very famous in Jiayuan City."

"It is said that the eldest sister married the most talented man in Jiayuan City and later became the wife of the top scholar. She followed the top scholar to the capital of Yue Kingdom to take up her post."

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan's heart sank, and he thought to himself, "Qingwen Daoist probably obtained the True Wood True Cover by finding this person."

However, the capital of Yue Kingdom was far away, and the Ascension Conference was imminent.

"What about the second daughter of the Yan family?" Yang Qingyuan asked from the side.

The waiter stood by the window, pointed to a large mansion across the street, and introduced, "The second daughter of the Yan family married Mo Juren, the master of the Mo family across the street, and became Mo Juren's fourth wife. She also gave birth to a daughter for Mo Juren."

"This Mo Juren is a figure known to everyone in the Jianghu of Lanzhou."

"He founded the Jingjiao Society, one of the three major gangs in Lanzhou back then."

"It's just that Mo Juren died under mysterious circumstances some years ago."

"Madam Yan thus became a widow."

"But sir, don't underestimate her just because she's a widow; she's a heroine among women."

"Since Mo Juren's death, Madam Yan has taken over the Jingjiao Society and managed the affairs of the gang in an orderly manner."

"Especially two months ago, the Duba Manor, one of the three major gangs in Lanzhou, was suddenly robbed, and its lord, 'Angry Lion' Ouyang Feitian, was assassinated!"

"Madam Yan acted decisively, seizing half of the land and property of the Duba Manor."

"Look, sir, all these carriages entering the Mo residence are transporting the valuables of the Duba Manor, one after another."

"Madam Yan is now incredibly famous!"

"It's her!" Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan looked out at the huge mansion outside the window, and memories from his past life surfaced in his mind. He vaguely remembered the details about this Madam Yan.

After killing Doctor Mo at the Seven Mysteries Sect, Han Li was poisoned and needed the Warm Sun Jade from the Mo family to cure him. Therefore, he came to the Mo family in Jiayuan City with Doctor Mo's last will and testament in hand.

Madam Yan, who held power in the Mohist school, used Baoyu as leverage to force Han Li to eliminate the manor lord, Ouyang Feitian.

After killing Ouyang, Han Li obtained the precious jade and drifted away.

Afterwards, the Mo family absorbed and monopolized most of the manor's assets, but in the end, they were wiped out by the Five Colors Sect, a gang with a background in cultivation.

The four wives and three sisters of the Mo family either died or fled, their fates adrift.

Meanwhile, Madam Yan, along with her daughter Mo Caihuan, fled to Yan Family Fortress, where they encountered Han Li again.

At that time, Mo Caihuan asked Han Li that memorable question.

However, Madam Yan and her daughter did not embark on the path of cultivation because they lacked spiritual roots, and their whereabouts became unknown.

Yang Qingyuan sat upright behind the table, picked up his wine cup and drank it all in one gulp, then said quietly, "It seems I'll have to meet this Madam Yan tonight."