1: Chapter 1: My Rich Parents Eavesdropping on My Thoughts? No, This is a Celestial Venerable's Voice Pack

"Xiaofan, although Jing Ci took your place and enjoyed eighteen years of glory and wealth."

"At the end of the day, he is also innocent."

"After you return to the Chen family, Mom hopes you two brothers can get along well. Mom and Dad promise to treat you both equally and never play favorites."

In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

Wang Xiaoyun held her son's hand, her tone as gentle as the spring breeze of March.

Chen Jianguo sat in the front passenger seat, turning back to smile gently.

Chen Fan nodded dazedly, as if in a dream.

Yesterday, he was still an orphan delivering takeout, struggling at the very bottom of society.

Today, he was told that he was the Real Young Master switched at birth in a wealthy family?!

[Hehe.]

[Talk sounds better than singing.]

At this moment, a voice suddenly exploded in his mind without warning!

Deep and icy, as if falling from above the Nine Heavens, every single word carried ancient, unmelting frost.

Chen Fan's smile stiffened slightly.

The immortal venerable voice pack.

The Golden Finger he bound not long ago.

According to the System, as long as he listened to 10,000 cultivation quotes, he could achieve Ascension on the spot and become an invincible Immortal Venerable who suppresses all ages.

As a result, this piece of shit couldn't squeeze out a single fart for half a month, and hoarding quotes was harder than saving money.

Yet for some unknown reason,

ever since he acknowledged his relatives, this voice pack suddenly seemed activated, spewing quote after quote.

[Treat both equally? Heh, hypocritical.]

[That Fake Young Master carefully nurtured for eighteen years is your true precious darling.]

[As for this deity? Merely a stray dog picked up casually from the roadside.]

[When happy, you toss two bones as charity.]

[When unhappy, he is a dispensable piece of grass.]

[Mundane familial affection is just like that, cheap and ridiculous, unworthy of this deity's Dharma Eye.]

Chen Fan listened with a twitching mouth.

Seriously, Big Brother?

You sure know how to overthink things!

Ever since acknowledging our family ties, my wealthy parents have been warmly inquiring after my well-being and making all sorts of promises for compensation.

How did it become you imagining them as blind and heartless scumbags?

And that so-called "Fake Young Master"...

I haven't even met him yet!

And you've already fantasized half a book of wealthy family dogblood drama?

This is clearly an immortal venerable voice pack, why does it smell so much like a resentful woman?

[Welcoming this deity home?]

[It's merely to use this deity's eighteen years of destitution and downfall to set off how perfect and outstanding your carefully raised fake son is.]

[From beginning to end, this deity is just the green leaf setting off the red flower, a stepping stone, a clown!]

The voice pack went on sentence after sentence.

The tone grew increasingly gloomy and cold, carrying a mockery etched into the bone marrow.

[In the previous life, you did exactly this.]

[In this Rebirth, your methods haven't changed at all.]

Chen Fan: "..."

This voice pack was getting more and more ridiculous the more it spoke.

Even "the previous life" came out, he sure knew how to add drama to himself!

Fortunately, no one else could hear the Immortal Venerable voice, otherwise he would die of social embarrassment on the spot.

And what Chen Fan didn't notice was...

His cheap parents by his side were staring straight at him with complex expressions.

That was because not long after getting into the car, the couple had been astonished to discover that they could actually hear their eldest son's inner voice.

At first, the two were shocked and overjoyed, but the more they listened, the more bewildered they became.

Cultivating to the Undergoing Tribulation stage in five hundred years, falling amidst the Heart Demon tribulation, returning through Rebirth to make up for regrets, walking the mortal world once more...

Who could have imagined that their eldest son's heart was filled with such overflowing chuuni fantasies.

And what made the couple's hearts even more sour and helpless was...

Their biological son, who had been separated for eighteen years, actually harbored extremely strong prejudice and resistance in his heart toward them and the entire Chen family.

Especially toward the adopted son who had monopolized his eighteen-year wealthy life, he was full of hostility and defense.

In his heart, it seemed he had concluded that the couple was hypocritical and biased, only loving the fake son and treating him as a tool and a foil.

A wave of soreness and guilt washed over the couple's hearts.

They owed him too much, far too much.

Eighteen years of flesh-and-blood separation had caused their biological son to suffer all kinds of worldly hardships, resulting in an extreme lack of inner security and even giving birth to persecutory delusions.

And he even imagined himself to be some kind of Rebirth Immortal Venerable? Chen Beixuan?

What nonsense!

It seemed that in the days ahead, they must compensate their son doubly, let him lay down his prejudice, and truly accept this home.

Two and a half minutes later.

The Rolls-Royce had just stopped steadily in front of a luxury villa.

The villa gates were abruptly pushed open.

A middle-aged woman stumbled out, her face full of anxiety:

"Master! Madam! This is bad!"

"Young Master Jing Ci suddenly collapsed from a high fever and was rushed to the hospital by the four Young Misses!"

What?!

Wang Xiaoyun and her husband's expressions changed drastically.

Subconsciously ignoring the biological son they had just recognized beside them, they turned around to rush to the hospital to see their precious adopted son.

"Quick, to the hospital! Jing Ci he—"

Halfway through their words, both of them froze.

Just because that icy voice exploded in their minds once again.

[Heh.]

A sneer.

Like a bubble rising from a ten-thousand-year cold pool, light and airy, yet chilling to the bone marrow.

[As expected.]

[The moment you hear the Fake Young Master has an accident, you immediately forget this deity's existence.]

[On the very first day of welcoming this deity home, you are going to leave this deity behind alone.]

[Such coldness, what right do you have to talk about treating everyone equally?]

[Even a fool can tell that deep down you only ever value that Fake Young Master who usurped the nest.]

[Among that group of sycophantic servants at home, who in the future will ever take a "Real Young Master" abandoned the moment he enters the door seriously?]

The voice pack paused.

When it spoke again, its tone carried three parts self-mockery and seven parts relief.

[But it's fine too.]

[Things that should have been recognized long ago, why hold on to fantasies.]

[Anyway, this deity has long had zero expectations for mundane familial affection.]

Wang Xiaoyun felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her head.

Cold from head to toe.

She snapped awake.

What was she doing?

Just brought her biological son of eighteen years back home, didn't even let him step through the door, and was about to abandon him to go see the adopted son?!

However, this couldn't entirely be blamed on her.

After all, he was a son carefully nurtured for eighteen years, and so many years of mother-son affection couldn't be fake.

The moment she heard the other party collapsed, her entire heart tightened, and she lost her composure for a moment, which was understandable.

But when was this?

It was the very first day her biological son came home!

This child already had persecutory delusions, full of prejudice against them, convinced they were hypocritical and biased.

If she really left him all alone and desolate today, what would he think?

In this lifetime, could his heart ever be warmed up?

At the same time, the servants at home might also misunderstand that Chen Fan was not valued, thereby looking down upon this newly returned Real Young Master.

The more Wang Xiaoyun thought about it, the more guilty she felt, looking at Chen Fan apprehensively.

For a moment, she didn't even know how to begin comforting him.

On the other side.

Chen Fan was carefree and didn't take the voice pack's words to heart.

To be honest, he quite understood Wang Xiaoyun and her husband.

After all, he was a son raised for eighteen years; even if they raised a dog, the affection would still be extremely deep.

Hearing that the other party had an accident and instinctively feeling nervous and worried was only human nature.

Besides, they hadn't really abandoned him on the spot.

Thus, he raised an obedient face and said understandingly:

"Mom, Dad, you guys go to the hospital to see Jing Ci giegie."

"Be careful on the road, I'll be waiting for you back home."

This sensible and considerate look made Wang Xiaoyun's nose sour.

This child was kind after all, able to understand his parents' plight.

In that case, after coming back from seeing the adopted son at the hospital, they would properly compensate him!

Anyway, there is plenty of time in the future to make up for it.

Compared to her physically sound biological son, she was still more worried about her chronically frail adopted son at the moment.

But the next second.

That icy voice rang out once more.

[Wait my ass.]

Wang Xiaoyun: "?"

[Get lost already.]

Wang Xiaoyun: "?"

[The moment you guys leave to see the Fake Young Master, this deity will leave this family right after.]

[Mountains are high and roads are long, never to see each other again.]

Wang Xiaoyun: "??????"