106: Half-brothers

The next morning.

On the Reception Square of the Hehuan Sect, a massive and extremely luxurious spirit boat was hovering in mid-air, fully prepared to set off.

This spirit boat was the pride of the Hehuan Sect and was rarely used on ordinary days.

It was only brought out to keep up appearances during major events in the cultivation world, such as the opening of the Yaochi Immortal Realm.

Below the spirit boat, a group of Hehuan Sect Disciples had already gathered. Every one of them was in high spirits and eager to get started.

Standing at the very front of the group were the core figures of the Hehuan Sect's delegation.

The Saint Son of Taichu, Lu Yi, acting as a "powerful external aid," and the Hehuan Sect's "Face," Saintess Chu Qianqian.

At this moment, Lu Yi was still dressed in snow-white robes, looking elegant and poised.

However, the expression on his Face was somewhat helpless.

He looked down at Wu Mingyue and Qing'er, who were clinging to his arms like two koalas, refusing to let go.

The two little girls had a stance that said, "We're going wherever you go, don't even think about shaking us off."

“Revered Master, we want to go and cheer for you too!”

Wu Mingyue looked up and spoke with perfect confidence.

“Yes, yes, Qing'er will go wherever Revered Master goes.”

Qing'er also nodded obediently in agreement from the side.

Lu Yi sighed helplessly.

Fine, if they want to come, they can come. It was just for the excitement anyway, and it wouldn't take much effort.

Just as everyone was preparing to board the boat.

A cold and familiar figure suddenly appeared at the edge of the square.

Leng Ningshuang was still in her signature plain white dress, her temperament cold and aloof, like a Mystic Goddess from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world.

She walked over slowly. Seeing her, Chu Qianqian's lips curled into a playful smile as she intentionally asked loudly:

“Oh, State Preceptor? Are you here... to see us off?”

Leng Ningshuang approached, her gaze lingering on Lu Yi for a split second before quickly moving away.

She kept a straight Face and said solemnly:

“I am not at ease.”

“I am Lu Yi's elder. Since he is staying with me, I have an obligation to look after him.”

She glanced at Lu Yi and said in a serious tone:

“The Yaochi Holy Land has strict rules; it is not as lax as your Hehuan Sect.”

“In case he causes any trouble for the Primordial Holy Land, I can intervene in time to avoid bringing shame to the Holy Land.”

These words were spoken with such righteousness and high-sounding dignity.

It was as if she were truly forced to go along for the sake of the Primordial Holy Land's reputation.

However, who didn't know what she was really thinking?

Lu Yi and Chu Qianqian exchanged a glance, both seeing the undisguised amusement in each other's eyes.

What supervision? What elder?

To put it bluntly, wasn't she just hooked on the feeling and unable to leave Lu Yi, her "human antidote"?

If they were too far apart and the cold energy or that restlessness inside her flared up again, who would she turn to?

Still, they saw through it but didn't say it.

To save her Face, the two of them tacitly chose not to expose her.

“Then I shall trouble Martial Aunt to take the trouble.”

Lu Yi suppressed a laugh and respectfully made a gesture of invitation:

“Martial Aunt, please board the boat.”

Leng Ningshuang nodded slightly, maintaining her cold posture as she was the first to board the spirit boat.

Once all personnel had finished boarding.

The massive spirit boat slowly rose into the air with a roar, turning into a streak of light as it sped towards the Yaochi Holy Land... Meanwhile.

Yaochi Holy Land, Guest Welcoming Square.

As the host for the opening of the Yaochi Immortal Realm, the Yaochi Holy Land was exceptionally lively today.

Although the core slots for the Immortal Realm were only contested by Yaochi and the Hehuan Sect, this did not stop other Sects from sending people to observe the ceremony.

The square was already a sea of people.

In the queue of Yaochi Holy Land Disciples waiting to enter, Yun Mu stood quietly at the back of the crowd.

Though he appeared calm, resting with his eyes closed.

In reality, his hands hidden in his sleeves were trembling slightly with excitement.

He took a deep breath of the flower-scented air, trying to adjust his breathing and state of mind.

In his eyes, an irrepressible light of excitement flickered.

This excitement did not stem from the upcoming competition, nor was it for the opportunities within the Immortal Realm.

It was because today, his sworn brother from his past life whom he could trust with his life—Wu Yang—would arrive with the Hehuan Sect delegation and appear as an external aid.

“Finally... are we going to meet?”

A deep sense of nostalgia welled up in Yun Mu's heart.

In his previous life, he and Wu Yang met by accident; due to a misunderstanding, they had fought fiercely.

In the end, they formed a friendship through the fight, respecting each other and becoming sworn brothers.

Although Wu Yang came from a humble background as an illegitimate son of a Prince's Mansion, he was exceptionally gifted and had a resilient character.

More importantly, his devotion to his Revered Master, Leng Ningshuang, was truly a profound and touching infatuation!

Unfortunately, in his past life, Wu Yang had been held back by low self-esteem and various concerns, only revealing his feelings to his Revered Master just before his Ascension.

“Sigh...”

Thinking of this, Yun Mu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

“Calculating the time, the current Wu Yang should still be in that stage of unrequited love for his Revered Master, yet too insecure to confess, right?”

A confident and warm smile curled on his lips:

“Good brother, don't you worry!”

“In this life, since I, your big brother, have been reborn, I will never let you have any more regrets!”

“I will definitely help you break through that final barrier and let you win the beauty's heart!”

“With us brothers joining forces, plus my foreknowledge of the future, won't we be able to walk tall and unchallenged in this cultivation world?”

He could already not wait to see Wu Yang's expression of tearful gratitude when he showcased his strength and helped him pursue his Revered Master.

That would surely be very interesting!

“They're here!”

Just then, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

Yun Mu snapped his head up and looked toward the horizon.

In the distance, a massive spirit boat broke through the clouds, carrying a powerful pressure as it slowly sailed closer.

That was the Hehuan Sect's spirit boat!

Yun Mu's heart began to beat violently.

He couldn't help but stand on his tiptoes and crane his neck.

His eager gaze cut through the crowd, searching frantically on the deck of the approaching spirit boat.

He was looking for that familiar Face.

Looking for the young man who was a bit dull but had determined eyes.

In his mind, he had even rehearsed countless versions of a touching "first meeting" opening line.

The spirit boat landed slowly, the massive air currents ruffling the hair of everyone in the square and also stirring Yun Mu's fervent heart.

He watched the cabin door of the spirit boat gradually open, his eyes full of expectation, his lips moving slightly as he murmured to himself in a voice only he could hear:

“My biological brother from another mother and father...”

“Long time no see.”

“In this life... Big Brother will take you to the top!”