I died young at the start, but I'm reincarnated with unlimited skill points!

Three months later.

The once sinister and treacherous Black Wind Valley has changed its appearance.

The crude illusion array at the valley entrance was completely dismantled, and in its place was a second-order spirit-gathering array personally set up by Su Yu.

The great formation was not used for killing, but rather to lock the faint spiritual energy emanating from the first-grade low-level spiritual vein in the valley deep within the valley, preventing even the slightest leakage.

From the outside, it appears to be just an ordinary secluded mountain retreat.

Several newly built courtyards made of blue bricks are built against the mountain, with the four characters "Qianlong Mountain Villa" engraved on the vermilion wooden plaques.

Inside the main hall of the villa.

Su Tie held a thick ledger in his hand and was respectfully reporting to Su Yu, who was sitting in the main seat.

During these three months, the recruited cultivators were extremely well-behaved. They not only reclaimed the abandoned spiritual fields and planted spiritual rice, but also repaired the Su family's house.

"Manager, the supplies brought out from Qingmu Market and the demonic cultivator's collection have all been inventoried and stored."

Su Tie opened the account book, but his brows furrowed slightly.

"We have nearly five thousand spirit stones, enough to keep the manor running for several years."

"However... those pills, magical artifacts, and several incomplete cultivation manuals have become a hot potato."

With the destruction of the Qingmu Su family, the surrounding cultivation families and tribulation cultivators will inevitably be searching everywhere for any remaining survivors, attempting to eradicate them completely.

Most of the items Su Yu brought out bore the secret marks of the Green Wood Spirit Herb Pavilion.

The demonic cultivator's spoils of war were tainted with the karma of being hunted down by the sect.

If these resources are left unused, they are no different from a pile of scrap metal.

If they were to sell these items for the necessary materials for setting up formations and cultivation pills for the manor, they could easily attract trouble if they were to flow into the surrounding cultivation markets.

"Manager, how about I take a few brothers, disguise ourselves, and go to a more distant underground black market in batches?" Su Tie tentatively suggested.

"No, cultivators have the most acute spiritual senses."

Su Yu picked up the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam, and spoke in a calm tone.

"Several unfamiliar faces in the early stage of Qi Refining, carrying a large number of spiritual items of unknown origin to the black market, are like three-year-old children carrying gold through the market. Before you can even sell your items, they will be swallowed up by others, skin and bones."

Upon hearing this, Su Tie looked troubled.

"So, are these things just going to sit in the warehouse and get moldy?"

Su Yu put down his teacup, his gaze passing over Su Tie and landing outside the hall.

The eldest son, Su Cheng, who was eighteen years old, was shirtless in the courtyard, lifting a heavy stone lock to strengthen his qi and blood.

Although he was a mortal without spiritual roots, his body was covered in bulging muscles, and his breathing faintly carried the sounds of wind and thunder.

The sheer abundance of her Qi and blood is enough to make even a cultivator in the early stages of Qi Refining feel oppressed.

"Things from the cultivation world cannot be cleansed using the methods of the cultivation world."

Su Yu withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly.

"Let Cheng'er handle it."

Upon hearing this, Su Tie was immediately stunned.

"Young Master? But he... he's just a mortal!"

In the conventional thinking of cultivators, mortals are like ants.

How could a mortal with no spiritual energy fluctuations be allowed to interfere in the management of resources in the cultivation world?

"He is the safest precisely because he is a mortal."

Su Yu looked at Su Tie, his deep eyes revealing a cold insight into human nature.

"Cultivators guard against cultivators as if they were jackals, but they see mortals as nothing more than roadside weeds. Would you care what food an ant is carrying?"

Su Tie was speechless.

"Go and call Cheng'er in." Su Yu said no more.

A moment later, Su Cheng wiped away his sweat, put on his clothes, and respectfully entered the main hall.

"Father."

Su Yu nodded slightly, gesturing for him to sit down.

"In the next few days, pack your belongings, take a dozen or so ordinary servants, and head down the mountain to Dingzhou City, a city of ordinary people a hundred miles away."

"Once you get there, use the worldly gold and silver I gave you to buy a larger security escort agency and trading company."

Su Cheng remained calm and did not inquire about the reason. He simply bowed his head and replied, "Your son obeys. But may I ask what the trading company mainly deals in?"

"On the surface, the business is to deal in ordinary cloth, medicine and ironware, and the bigger the better, ideally monopolizing the surrounding ordinary people's trade routes."

Su Yu tapped her fingers lightly on the table.

"Secretly, I will mix those shady cultivation resources in the warehouse with the mortal goods and have them escorted by your caravan."

"In the secular world, there are many fallen rogue cultivators or unorthodox practitioners who live in seclusion."

"You only need to use the merchant guild's underhanded methods to distribute these spiritual items to those low-level rogue cultivators who are in dire need of resources at a price 20% lower than the black market price."

Upon hearing this, a look of realization flashed in Su Cheng's bright eyes.

The lowest-level independent cultivators are most lacking in resources, and most of them dare not go to the regular markets.

Occasionally, a few low-level magical artifacts or elixirs will leak out of a mortal merchant's shop.

In the eyes of those high-level cultivators, it would only be seen as some ordinary merchant who had gotten lucky and plundered the rubbish from the dead.

I would never associate it with the destroyed cultivation families.

Using the mire of mortals to cover up the karma of cultivators.

This was an extremely clever and subtle maneuver.

"I understand."

Su Cheng nodded solemnly, "Father, rest assured, I will manage this escort agency and trading company flawlessly."

Looking at his eldest son, whose demeanor had become increasingly composed, Su Yu felt a surge of satisfaction.

So what if you don't have spiritual roots?

In this world, talent determines how high you can fly.

But skill and strategy can determine how long you can live.

"Dingzhou City is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and even in the mundane world of martial arts, there are swords and shadows."

"Although you have no spiritual power, the breathing techniques and martial arts I taught you are enough to make you virtually invincible in the secular martial arts world."

Su Yu stood up, walked to Su Cheng, and hung a flawless jade pendant engraved with the words "Hidden Dragon" on his waist.

"If you encounter ignorant mortal thieves, just kill them. If you encounter cultivators you can't handle, don't fight them head-on. Give up your valuables to save your life and send a message back to the manor."

"Go, the public face of Qianlong Manor will be in your hands from now on."

Su Cheng knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

"Your son will never disgrace your teachings, Father."

The next morning.

A caravan of ordinary horse-drawn carriages quietly drove out of Blackwind Valley in the morning mist.

Watching the carriage disappear at the end of the mountain road, Su Yu turned around and walked back to the underground secret room of the manor.

Next, once the business's covert operations are in place, he will be able to lie low here in peace.