CHAPTER 137: 137- GOOD NEWS [1]

The faint hum of the final spiritual well settling into the stone basin faded, leaving a profound stillness thick with potent energy in the cave.

Fang Yuan dusted his hands with a crisp clap, the gesture light, almost theatrical, as if sealing the final stroke on a masterwork.

"Well," he said, turning with an air of smug satisfaction, "that’s the last of them. These should serve as more than adequate temporary replacements for our usual cultivation formations."

His gaze flicked to Elder Joshua, a teasing glint in his eye.

"Care to give your expert opinion now?"

Joshua, still visibly impressed despite the effort to compose himself, crossed his arms.

His tone was gruff, but the respect underneath was impossible to miss.

"No need, Clan Head. It’s impressive. Too impressive, really." He cleared his throat, nodding firmly.

"With your leave, I’ll begin organizing the assignments immediately. Last thing we need is the juniors clawing at each other over the best spots like half-mad spirit hounds."

As he said this, he cast a sharp side-eye at Elder Sun, pointed and unspoken: and that includes certain elders.

Fang Yuan’s laughter came soft and rich, a low ripple in the charged air. "By all means, Elder Joshua. Make it orderly, make it fair and if possible, try not to terrify the juniors too much."

Joshua straightened, his expression turning saintly.

"Oh, please, Clan Head," he said smoothly. "You can trust me not to terrify them."

The overly polite tone was so at odds with his usual bark that even Fang Yuan cracked a grin.

With a final respectful nod, Joshua turned on his heel and strode from the cave mouth, already mentally drafting rosters and evaluations.

His boots echoed off the stone floor in a steady rhythm.

The moment he disappeared around the bend, Elder Sun stepped forward, eyes alight with mischief barely contained.

"Clan Head," Fang Sun began, his voice uncharacteristically smooth, "while Elder Joshua sees to the caves... might you have any other urgent tasks requiring attention? Something perhaps... requiring a more... discerning touch?"

He puffed his chest out slightly, the picture of eager service, though the calculating gleam in his eyes betrayed his underlying motivation: merit points.

Fang Yuan regarded him for a moment, a slow smile spreading across his face.

He laughed, the sound warm and knowing. "Eager to earn your cave privileges already, Elder Sun?"

Sun opened his mouth, perhaps to feign offense or offer a justification, but Fang Yuan held up a hand, still chuckling.

Then, his expression shifted, a spark of realization lighting his eyes. He tilted his head, gaze turning momentarily distant, as if sifting through old memories.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully, a faraway look settling into his eyes.

This talk of merit points... it stirred something. A memory, faint and half-buried beneath years of cultivation and duty.

Long ago, when he was still a brat loitering around the clan archives, annoying scribes and pretending to read scrolls beyond his years, he had stumbled across a peculiar reference.

A token.

Not a mere trinket, but a specially enchanted artifact used within the clan long before his time. It had served as a physical ledger, tracking contributions, debts and favors essentially.

A tangible representation of one’s standing. Slipped into robes, worn like a badge, glowing faintly with ever-shifting numerals.

He blinked, and the memory clicked into place with a quiet finality.

Of course.

His father had used that system.

A slow, wry grin curved Fang Yuan’s lips, chasing away the distant look in his eyes.

It felt like finding a puzzle piece from his childhood, long thought lost beneath the weight of adulthood.

His gaze snapped back to Elder Sun, eyes sharp now, gleaming with a renewed purpose... and just the faintest flicker of mischief.

"I think," Fang Yuan said, his voice dipping into a tone that was both conspiratorial and unmistakably commanding, "we’re going to need to dig up that old family token."

Elder Sun straightened slightly, sensing a shift in the air.

"It’s probably gathering dust in some vault no one’s opened in a generation," Fang Yuan continued.

"But it’s time we brought it back. We’ll need someone to locate it and more importantly, to begin crafting new ones. Functional and proper tokens. Something that can store and display the merit points clearly."

Fang Yuan’s grin sharpened, the glint in his eye unmistakably sly.

He turned squarely to face Elder Sun.

"Seems like just the kind of task for a discerning elder," he said, his voice rich with amusement, "one who truly understands the value of... infrastructure."

He hadn’t even finished the sentence before Fang Sun practically leapt forward, his eyes alight, his round face glowing with unrestrained enthusiasm.

"I’ll do it! I’ll do it, Clan Head!" he boomed, the declaration bouncing off the cave walls and sending a few startled pebbles clattering down from above.

He rubbed his palms together like a merchant about to make the deal of a lifetime. "Locating ancient artifacts, overseeing the crafting process—this isn’t grunt work. This demands finesse. Historical insight. Impeccable taste!" He gave a theatrical sniff, lifting his chin with mock arrogance. "Frankly, I’m the only one qualified."

His eyes were already darting, scanning the distance like a strategist on a battlefield. "The central archive, perhaps? No—wait—the old treasury annex! That’s where they kept ceremonial artifacts from the pre-restructuring era. Yes, yes, that’s the place to start—unless it was relocated after the flood in the fifth year of..."

He trailed off into muttered calculations, already halfway turned toward the exit, fingers twitching as though they were rifling through phantom scrolls.

Fang Yuan simply raised a brow, biting back a laugh. Elder Sun had taken the bait with such speed and gusto, it was almost too easy.

Fang Yuan turned to Felicia, his expression softening as the echoes of Elder Sun’s enthusiasm faded behind them.

"Well," he said, brushing a speck of dust from his sleeve, "we should get going too."

Felicia gave a silent, graceful nod, her steps falling in rhythm beside his as they began to walk away from the eastern ravine.