Farmer Girl Reborn: I Play the Pig and Eat the Tiger in the World of Immortal Cultivation

As night fell, the lights in the Murong family's meeting hall shone brightly, yet the atmosphere was as solemn as the inky darkness outside. Everyone gathered around a large round table, discussing a plan for the redistribution of spiritual ore. The faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, but it couldn't mask the anxiety, anticipation, and calculation on everyone's face. Yan Yue sat side by side with Nong Jin, her slender fingers unconsciously caressing the rim of her teacup, a vague uneasiness growing stronger within her.

In the center of the hall, Clan Leader Murong Hai sat majestically. His sharp gaze swept over the crowd, and he slowly spoke, "Everyone, this redistribution of the spiritual ore is crucial to the future prosperity of our clan for the next hundred years. I hope you will prioritize the interests of the clan, set aside your own selfish desires, and work together to discuss a sound strategy."

Everyone responded in unison, but Yan Yue keenly noticed that some people's eyes gleamed with greed, clearly harboring their own agendas. She quietly observed everyone's expressions, trying to catch a glimpse of their own agenda.

"In my opinion, when redistributing the spiritual ore, priority should be given to the members who have made the greatest contributions to the family." A voice broke the brief silence. It was Murong Yun, a young and energetic man with a hint of arrogance in his words.

This statement immediately attracted a lot of people's support. Most of them were supporters of Murong Yun, and naturally hoped that he could get a larger share of the spiritual mineral resources.

Elder Lin stroked his beard and said slowly, "While the size of the contribution is certainly important, fairness and justice cannot be ignored. If we only focus on rewarding a few, it will inevitably discourage other members of the tribe."

Both sides held their own views and argued endlessly, and the atmosphere in the hall became increasingly tense.

Yan Yue listened quietly until the two sides reached a deadlock in their argument. Then she slowly spoke, "Everyone, I have a plan that may be able to resolve the current deadlock."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yan Yue, even Nong Jin, who had been silent all this time, gave her an encouraging look.

Yan Yue cleared his throat and said slowly, "My plan is to divide the spiritual ore into three parts. One part will be distributed according to previous practices, one part will be used to reward contributions to the family, and the last part will be used for public construction of the family, such as training young disciples, repairing the mountain protection formation, etc."

This plan, which balanced fairness and encouraged contribution, was approved by the majority, including Elder Lin. Clan leader Murong Hai also nodded slightly, indicating that it was something he could consider.

Yan Yue's proposal, like a drop of water in a boiling pot of oil, instantly calmed the debate. Her proposal not only considered the overall interests of the family but also balanced the demands of all parties, demonstrating her wisdom and foresight.

However, just when everyone thought the matter was about to be settled, Murong Yun suddenly stood up, his face full of unwillingness... He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, "This... How can this be possible!"

Though the outcome was hopeless, Murong Yun refused to give up. He abruptly stood up, his face flushed, his clenched fists trembling slightly from the exertion. "This... How can this be!" he practically roared, his voice piercing and resonating throughout the hall. "I've risked my life for our family, rendered invaluable service, yet why should I receive the same spiritual mineral resources as those mediocre individuals?!"

He looked around, trying to find supporters, but most people remained silent or avoided his gaze. Yan Yue's plan was accepted by the majority, and he had already lost the support of the people. "My contributions are obvious to all! The monsters I hunted, the spiritual herbs I brought back, which one wasn't for the prosperity of the family?!" Murong Yun's voice grew louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more agitated. He paced back and forth like a trapped animal. "Just because I have no background and no backing, should I be treated so unfairly?!"

He pointed at Yan Yue, his tone filled with resentment: "You, an outsider, what qualifications do you have to meddle in the affairs of our Murong family?! The plan you proposed is simply to favor those incompetent people and suppress those of us who have truly contributed to the family!"

Yan Yue remained calm, unfazed by Murong Yun's accusations. She looked at him calmly, a hint of pity in her eyes. "Murong Yun, your so-called contribution is merely insignificant. The monsters you hunted were only of average rank; the spiritual herbs you brought back were not of the highest quality. Your so-called merit, compared to that of the other tribesmen, is nothing special."

Although her voice was soft, it carried unquestionable power. Every word she said hit Murong Yun's heart like a heavy hammer, making his already flushed face even uglier.

Nong Jin gently placed his hand on Yan Yue's shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Yuer, you did a great job." His warm breath reassured Yan Yue and also made her cheeks flush slightly. She nodded gently and gave Nong Jin a grateful look.

Murong Yun's shouting gradually turned into a weak roar, and he finally slumped down in his chair, his eyes empty, as if he had lost all hope. He knew that the situation was hopeless and he was powerless to change it.

The hall fell silent once again, the atmosphere even more solemn than before. An inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped everyone, like the calm before the storm.

Suddenly, a sharp sound piercing the air came from outside the hall, breaking the eerie silence. Then, a dark shadow flashed by, swifter than the naked eye could grasp...

A shadow flashed, a cold light flashed! A poisoned dagger, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, pierced Yan Yue's back. At the critical moment, Nong Jin's figure flashed like lightning, blocking Yan Yue's way. With a crisp "clang" sound, the dagger collided with Nong Jin's protective magic weapon, sparking a shower of sparks.

The shadow assassin, clearly unprepared for such a quick reaction, was momentarily taken aback. But then, a fierce gleam in his eyes intensified, and the dagger in his hand transformed into a trail of afterimages. His attacks became fiercer, each one deadly. Nong Jin didn't dare to be careless, and focused his attention on the attack. The assassin's speed was so fast, his movements so uncanny, that for a moment, Nong Jin was forced to defend himself.

Everyone in the hall screamed and scattered. Murong Hai's face turned pale and he shouted, "Where are the guards?"

However, the assassin's attack was like a violent storm, and although Nong Jin tried her best to resist, she was still in danger. Yan Yue was anxious, but she knew she couldn't panic at this moment and had to trust Nong Jin. She held the talisman tightly in her hand, ready to support at any time.

Nong Jin observed the assassin's moves while fending off his attacks. He discovered that although the assassin was incredibly fast, his attack methods were rather monotonous, seemingly relying too much on speed and poison, and lacking strength and variety.

Gradually, Nong Jin figured out the assassin's tactics, a sneer forming on his face. He stopped defending and began to attack. With a flick of his body, he dodged the assassin's dagger and struck the assassin in the chest with a powerful palm strike, brimming with immortal energy.

The assassin groaned and took several steps back, a flash of horror in his eyes. He had never expected that this seemingly young man could possess such powerful strength.

Nong Jin took advantage of the situation and pressed forward, punching and palming like a violent storm, attacking the assassin. The assassin was forced to retreat step by step, and scars gradually appeared on his body.

At this moment, the Murong family's guards finally arrived and surrounded the Shadow Assassin. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the Shadow Assassin suddenly sneered, pulled out a smoke bomb from his pocket, and threw it to the ground.

With a "bang!", thick smoke instantly spread out, obscuring everyone's vision. When the smoke cleared, the assassin had already disappeared without a trace.

The hall was completely silent, with everyone looking at each other in dismay. Murong Hai's face was gloomy as he said in a deep voice, "Increase security and search for the assassin!"

Yan Yue looked at the empty hall, feeling a sense of unease. This shadow assassin's target was clearly her, and behind him, there seemed to be a greater force hidden. This was just a test. How would they appear next time?

Nong Jin walked over to Yan Yue and gently held her hand, offering her silent comfort. His gaze was deep as he looked out the hall, and he whispered, "It seems like things are more complicated than we thought..."

As night fell, the Murong family strengthened their guard over the spiritual mine, and the atmosphere became tense. However, at this moment, a deafening roar of killing erupted from the distance... Murong Hai stood up abruptly, his face changing drastically. "Oh no! They're coming!"