The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

Yan Qingping lay in the room and hurriedly sent the person away without trying to stop him.

He seemed to have given up on cultivating a relationship with Luo Jingqian and was even hoping that Han Cuiyin would leave soon.

Ideally, the Yan family would also leave.

Yan Qingping's eldest son stood by his side and handed his father a glass of warm water. "Dad, why do you suddenly want to change back?"

Yan Qingping had only been here for a few days, yet he had transformed from a frail old man into a man full of vigor. It would be a lie to say that the other members of the Yan family were not envious.

Yan Qingping's eldest son, Yan Sui, understood the secret behind this very well.

"This girl is a bit strange!" Yan Qingping coughed violently a few times. "I'm suffering a backlash!"

"Backlash? How could that be? Didn't our ancestors leave behind a precept that by my father's generation, the direct line of the family would—"

“Since this girl arrived, I can no longer hear or see any commotion in the courtyard. Also, this girl shows no curiosity whatsoever about the wonders of this place, as if she has already seen them before.”

Yan Qingping thought about the various unusual things that had happened since Han Cuiyin arrived, which deepened his suspicions.

"Didn't Yan Dali say that the girl found a good place for the Yan family? Why didn't she mention it when she arrived?"

Yan Qingping never hid these things from his eldest son.

Yan Sui was fully aware of the affairs of the direct line.

He had personally witnessed the power of those things from his ancestors.

More than a decade ago, Yan Chunhua aged rapidly after giving birth, but this did not arouse suspicion from others.

Seeing that her father remained silent, Yan Sui continued to voice her suspicions, "That girl doesn't seem to know martial arts, but it's a bit strange that she suddenly turned black ten months ago. Also, around that time, the Yan family started to change their attitude towards her. Could it be that they discovered something?"

Yan Qingping hadn't paid much attention to it until he heard the sudden darkness, at which point his eyes widened in shock.

"Sui'er, do you think her sudden darkening was also due to some strange magic? Our family has passed down these treasures from our ancestors, so the direct line might be able to as well!"

The more they investigated, the darker the expressions on the father and son's faces became.

Yan Sui was also afraid that the formation would fail and he would not be able to benefit from it in the future, so he came up with an idea: "Yan Dali and Yan Erwen have not left. Yan Zhicheng went to see someone off. Why don't I go to the Yan family courtyard and lure those two away, and you can go and take a look?"

Yan Qingping lowered his head in silence, staring blankly at the silver hair scattered on his shoulders.

"Father?" Yan Sui called softly, pulling Yan Qingping back to reality.

"It wasn't easy for our ancestors to seize the position of clan leader from the direct line. Moreover, they had made the direct line work like slaves for us for generations. We really can't let this great situation be ruined in my hands."

"But last night, that direct descendant of the same generation as our ancestor appeared."

"He's the one who injured me!"

As Yan Qingping recalled, an overwhelming sense of fear washed over him again.

Back then, the Yan clan was a top-tier force in the entire Konoha world.

If it weren't for the methods used by their ancestor back then, causing the Yan clan to disintegrate from within, the Yan clan members wouldn't have been trapped in the Pinglian Mountains for nearly a thousand years.

Communication with the outside world was not as timely, and the number of clansmen was decreasing.

It was only a hundred years ago, when Yan Qingping's ancestors discovered the secret of the trapping formation, that the direct line of the family became more important.

However, the direct descendants of the Yan family were unaware of the secret manual.

They are also not allowed to learn martial arts within their clan.

Yan Dali's decision to send his two sons to learn martial arts caught Yan Qingping completely off guard.

However, after learning this news, Yan Qingping was powerless to help.

After all, the few slots for free entry and exit have been used up in the last few hundred years.

When Yan Qingping saw Yan Zhicheng the day before yesterday, he was shocked to realize that the direct line of the family was about to break free from their control without them noticing.

Yan Zhicheng is no ordinary martial artist.

They originally intended to leave the people in that courtyard, draining Yan Zhicheng's lifespan and luck, but by a twist of fate, only Yan Dali and Yan Erwen, these two good-for-nothings, remained.

After Yan Qingping and his eldest son left, his eyes gradually turned sinister.

He tidied up and took out a jade disc from a jade box, saying, "May our ancestors bless us and ensure our lineage never declines."

When he appeared in the Yan family's courtyard, there was indeed no resistance as there had been the night before.

Han Cuiyin opened her eyes, a mocking smile on her lips.

"Cuiyin, what's with that expression? It's so creepy!"

Yan Ruyi shivered all over.

I've already made up my mind: I shouldn't mess with my cousin, no matter who I'm messing with.

"It's nothing, just a mouse got in. I'll teach it a lesson."

The others did not understand what Han Cuiyin was saying.

Yan Qingping had just obtained the family genealogy and opened it when the jade disc on his body shattered. He screamed in agony, clutched his head, and left the Yan family.

There was no one on the road; the Yan clan members were all working in the fields, preparing for the coming year.

Han Cuiyin stroked the small yellow ball at her waist and transmitted her voice:

Well done! That should calm things down a bit. If they make another move, I'll activate the anti-absorption formation.

Last night's events were all thanks to Muyu's help.

Otherwise, given her weakened state, she wouldn't be able to inflict the same damage on Yan Qingping as she did last night, nor would she be able to scare him.

Even now, Han Cuiyin has some guesses about the origins of the Yan family.

"Cuiyin, this isn't the way back to the farm!"

Yan Ruyi became restless and lifted the carriage curtain, only to discover something was amiss.

Their carriage was heading up the mountain.

“Cuiyin, you won’t let us live in the clan’s territory, nor on the road to the farm. Are you telling us to live in Qingshuang Mountain? Didn’t you say the other day that Qingshuang Mountain is cold and unsuitable for women to live in?”

Yan Ruyi, being straightforward, asked the question.

"Qingshuang Mountain is already mine, but the villa halfway up the mountain is split equally between Lord Luo and me. However, you will be staying there temporarily, as my residence has not yet been built!"

She originally went to the Yan clan's territory hoping to get help from these clansmen, and later asked them to help her guard the mountains and protect the courtyard.

Nowadays, I no longer have that idea.

This incident actually gave her the idea of ​​building a courtyard halfway up the mountain.

There was a place for cultivation at the top of the mountain, and a courtyard halfway up the mountain was her place of enjoyment.

After all, once you've tasted the silverfish from the cold pool, you won't want to miss it again.

Once those ancient lotus seeds are planted, her recovery speed will be faster than her cultivation speed.

The woman in red looked up. "Qingshuang Mountain?"

She suffered severe burns on her right cheek, which were kept wrapped in gauze and the dressing was changed daily.

"By the way, the woman in red must be from the capital and familiar with Qing Shuang Mountain. Could she be a daughter of some powerful or wealthy family?"

At this point, Yan Ruyi felt somewhat uneasy.

She inquired about many things at the farm. Every year during the Ghost Festival, powerful and wealthy families from the capital would come to stay near Qingshuang Mountain.

"It's said that a princess has gone missing in the court, given the title Shengmian, and is about to be married off. Red Robe, what do you think?"

Han Cuiyin spoke a few words casually, her gaze fixed on the red-clothed woman's eyes, observing her changes.

"I've never heard of that, and it has nothing to do with me. I have some vague memories of it, but my family were merchants."

The woman in red lowered her eyes, remaining calm and composed.

Upon arriving at the villa, they happened to run into Luo Jingqian.

"You're back today?"

Han Cuiyin lifted the curtain and asked frankly, "Yes, Lord Luo is going to the capital?"

"Uh... let's go hunting on horseback!"

Han Cuiyin looked up at the sky. The sun was hanging in the sky, and the temperature was gradually rising. "Then let's take good protective measures!"

The carriage moved forward, and behind it came Qinghe's loud laughter.