Turning a Poor Village into the Greatest Spirit Capital

"The Metal, Wood, Water, and Fire arts, and yet not one of them suits you? Outrageous! How could our Marquis Murong household produce such a good-for-nothing!" Murong Lie roared.

"Father, I have thought of a place. Within our fief is a village that has made no progress because of its remote location. Why not hand it over to Yunfan to manage?" said Murong Xuan.

"That nameless little village? Why?" Murong Lie asked, puzzled.

Murong Xuan explained, "The village borders the Yanxia Dynasty and Earl Lin's territory. It's remote, but there's a fortified town nearby for defense. The village's only use is as an occasional campsite when the martial guards go to Earl Lin's territory for drills."

"I see. You want Yunfan to go there. He'll be a lord in name, but can plant our people right under Earl Lin's nose. Even if we station martial guards there, no one will suspect a thing."

"Besides, the people there aren't particularly loyal to our household. Sending one of the marquis's sons would also reassure them. Good idea, Xuan. You've actually found a use for this good-for-nothing."

And so, eight-year-old Murong Yunfan was appointed lord of the border village by order of his father, Murong Lie.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.