“Sixth Young Master, you’re finally here!
I’ve missed you to death.”
“Sixth Young Master, Xiao Cuihong has finally waited for your arrival.”
“Sixth Master, Sixth Master…”
In Flying Horse Village, Yihong Courtyard was even more bustling today than usual because the playboy Longtian had arrived.
Although Flying Horse Village could not compare to larger townships, the He Family, to which Longtian belonged, was considered a “great” family in this small patch of land.
Longtian was an anomaly within the He Family.
Despite being a descendant, he was not given the surname He.
Instead, he took the surname Long after his missing mother, which showed just how low his status was in the family.
However, while he was a good-for-nothing loser in the eyes of the He Family, to the common folk, Longtian was the epitome of tall, rich, and handsome—a Living God of Wealth!
“A reward for you, and a reward for you!
Don’t rush, everyone gets a reward!”
Longtian was flanked by two errand boys holding thick stacks of silver banknotes.
He tipped everyone he saw, even the beggars.
He was the picture of boundless glory.
“Oh my, Sixth Master!
I’ve been looking forward to seeing you day and night, and today you’ve finally graced us with your presence.”
Knowing that Master He Liu had arrived, Turtle Lady trotted down eagerly from the second floor.
“Slow down, Turtle Lady.
Be careful not to trip and flash someone,” Longtian said with a laugh as he looked at her.
Turtle Lady was in her thirties and had maintained herself very well; she still possessed an enduring charm.
“Sixth Master, you always tease me the moment you arrive.
I’m already past my prime.”
“Haha, not old at all.
You’re just right.
By the way, have any new girls arrived recently?”
“We sure do.
Qinglian, Ye Ju, come out and let Sixth Master have a look.”
Two graceful women stepped out onto the second-floor corridor.
They had upturned phoenix eyes, elegant high-bridged noses, and curvaceous figures.
What was most striking was that the two women looked exactly the same.
“Twins?” Longtian’s eyes lit up.
“Good, very good!
I’ll take these two today.
Say no more, I’m going to have some daytime fun right now!”
As soon as his voice fell, his two lackeys handed the silver banknotes to Turtle Lady.
Each note was in a large denomination of one thousand taels, ten in total.
Holding the silver banknotes, Turtle Lady’s face bloomed with a wide smile.
“Qinglian, Ye Ju, hurry into the room, wash up, and wait for Sixth Master’s favor.
Let me tell you, it’s your absolute blessing to serve Sixth Master today.”
“Turtle Lady, don’t scare the two beauties.
Don’t worry, beauties, your Sixth Master will be gentle.”
With a lecherous smile, Longtian was just stepping onto the stairs when a slightly panicked voice called out.
“Sixth Master!
Sixth Master!”
Longtian turned his head, his brows furrowing slightly.
“Ah Fu, what’s got you in such a panic?
Did someone steal your money or your girl?
Don’t be afraid, I’ve got you covered.”
“It’s terrible, Sixth Master!
You need to go back immediately.
Young Master Chen, he…
he’s dead!”
Longtian’s mind BUZZED violently, and his expression shifted.
“What did you say?
Say that again?”
“Young Master Chen is dead!”
Ah Fu gasped for air, his voice echoing clearly through the surroundings.
The initially bustling Yihong Courtyard fell frighteningly silent.
Who was Young Master Chen?
He was the fifth young master of the He Family, full name He Chen, and Longtian’s biological older brother.
He was hailed as the most talented youth in Flying Horse Village.
At merely sixteen years of age, he was already at the Peak of the Sixth Level of Mortal Realm.
It wouldn’t be long before he broke through to the Seventh Level of Mortal Realm.
Such talent had shocked the entirety of Flying Horse Village.
One had to know that the most powerful entities in the village were only at the Ninth Level of Mortal Realm, those being the patriarchs of the He Family and the Sun Family respectively.
“Don’t talk out of your ass!
How could my brother be dead?!”
Longtian couldn’t accept the news.
How could the family’s prodigy die?
Unless someone had schemed against him and framed him.
“Sixth Master, it’s the absolute truth.
The master asked me to call you back to attend Young Master Chen’s funeral.”
“Bastard!
Ah Wang, Ah Cai, these two twins are your reward.
Ah Fu, follow me back to the He Family!”
Longtian’s voice was still lingering in the air, but he had already sprinted out of Yihong Courtyard.
Over the years, even when subjected to the mockery of the He Family, and even when ignored by his own father, he had never felt such panic.
But at this moment, his heart was in absolute turmoil!
He Chen was his biological brother.
However, unlike Longtian, even though he was equally disfavored by their father, He Chen had relied on his own hard work to make the He Family patriarch look at him with new respect.
Through that, he had embarked on the path of a Cultivator.
To this day, Longtian still remembered what his brother had told him back then.
“Little brother, don’t be afraid.
Even though Mom left with someone else, and Father resents us, ignores us, and even ostracizes us because of it!
You must remember that you still have an older brother.
As long as I’m not dead, I guarantee that no one can bully you.
Unless they step over my dead body.
“So, don’t be afraid.
Your older brother is here for everything.”
At that time, both Longtian and He Chen were eight years old.
At that time, Longtian did not have the surname Long; he was still surnamed He and was called Hetian.
However, ever since his mother left with someone else, he no longer bore the surname He, but Long.
The surname Long was a humiliation to the He Family.
Longtian’s mother had caused the He Family to lose all their dignity.
The reason He Chen could still keep the surname He was that, through his relentless efforts, he had gained the recognition of the He Family patriarch, allowing him to retain the family name.
*Don’t be afraid.
Your older brother is here for everything.*
It was precisely because of his brother’s protection that Longtian had been able to live such a colorful life in Flying Horse Village.
Even if his cousins in the He Family looked down on him, they didn’t dare to bully him too blatantly.
“Brother, are you really dead?” Longtian thought.
“Will you, the one who held up my sky, really fall?
No, how could you bear to leave me behind?
Without you, how could the He Family ever let me have an easy life?
It must be a lie!
You’re definitely not dead…
definitely.”
With a complicated heart, Longtian arrived at the He Family courtyard.
He hadn’t returned to this compound in four years; he had been living outside all this time.
Seeing the funeral wreaths and white paper lanterns at the entrance, Longtian’s last shred of hope vanished.
Like a man who had lost his soul, he walked into the He Family courtyard.
What greeted his eyes was a mourning hall, and inside the mourning hall lay a coffin.
His advancing footsteps ground to a halt.
Longtian found that he actually lacked the courage to take another step forward!
He was afraid.
He was afraid of truly seeing his brother’s pale, cold face.
“Oh, isn’t this our Sixth Young Master?”
A biting, sarcastic voice rang out at the worst possible time.
Longtian ignored it, still staring at the coffin in the mourning hall with dread.
Displeased at being ignored by Longtian, the owner of the voice let out a cold sneer and said, “Now that your little bastard of a brother is dead, let’s see who else in Flying Horse Village can protect you.
I reckon a bastard like you will slowly be tortured to death, too.
Haha!
When that time comes, the two bastards left behind by that slut will finally be completely wiped out.
Our He Family will finally be able to completely move past the embarrassment of those years.”
Longtian’s initially numb soul snapped awake the moment he heard the word “bastard,” replaced instantly by explosive rage.
“He Sanzi, say the word ‘bastard’ one more time, I dare you.”
The speaker was none other than He Qingfeng, the third among the grandsons of the He Family.
He was the son of Longtian’s second uncle and was two years older than He Chen.
His current Cultivation was at the Fourth Level of Mortal Realm.
While considered to have decent talent, compared to He Chen, he was a mere firefly facing the moon.
Therefore, he had always held a deep grudge against He Chen.
Now that He Chen was dead, he was overjoyed.
What made him even happier was that he would be able to bully Longtian to his heart’s content from now on.
“Oh?
Are you angry?
You’ve got some backbone this time.
Bastard, bastard!
I cursed you, so what?
Are you going to bite me?” He Qingfeng didn’t take Longtian seriously at all.
A trash who couldn’t Cultivate, a waste who only survived under He Chen’s protection—he could take him down with a single hand.
“Bastard, you’re the bastard!
When my big brother was alive, none of you dared to make a squeak in front of him!
Now you’re throwing your weight around in front of me like a fox exploiting a tiger’s might.
Don’t think that just because my brother is gone, I’m going to be a pushover.
Go to hell, He Sanzi!”
What Longtian could tolerate the least was people insulting his big brother.
He could bear it if they insulted him, but insulting his brother or his mother was absolutely unforgivable!
Longtian grabbed a loose brick from the ground and, with bloodshot eyes, hurled it at He Qingfeng.
He Qingfeng stood there, merely sneering.
In his eyes, Longtian posed no threat whatsoever.
He didn’t even need to make a move before a figure stepped in front of him.
“A little bastard like you thinks you can hit the Third Young Master?
You overestimate yourself.”
A man with a sharp chin and hollow cheeks appeared in Longtian’s line of sight.
He reached out his right hand, gave a gentle squeeze, and caught Longtian’s wrist before twisting it.
With a loud CRACK, Longtian cried out in agony and crumpled to the ground in pain.
His wrist had been dislocated.
“Look here, Longtian.
Forget about the Third Young Master; even I can cripple you with a single hand.
However, crippling you so quickly would be letting you off too easy.
From now on, you are the Third Young Master’s plaything.
We’ll show you what it means to live in agony.” The man with the sharp chin smiled lewdly and kicked Longtian flat onto the ground.
His expression of pure disdain was blatantly naked.
Lying helplessly on the ground, Longtian felt a desolate sorrow in his heart.
Only at this moment did he realize how blessed he had been when his brother was around.
Only at this moment did he understand just how much pressure his brother had shouldered for him!
Perhaps it wasn’t that his brother was inherently talented, but rather that his brother had been forced to push himself to the absolute limit.
For himself, and for Longtian.
“Ahhh!”
He refused to accept it!
For the first time, Longtian felt such intense indignation.
Yet, he was powerless to fight back.
He knew that even if a hundred of him banded together, they still wouldn’t be a match for He Qingfeng.
In fact, a hundred of him wouldn’t even be a match for the dog standing by He Qingfeng’s side.
“He Qingfeng, Zhang Dashan.
I’ll remember this,” Longtian vowed silently.
“I, Longtian, swear that as long as I live, I will make you pay back the humiliation you dealt me today.” Longtian knew that with his brother dead, the only person he could rely on from now on was himself!
He couldn’t afford to give up on himself.
His brother had never given up a single day in his life.
Since his brother could gain the recognition of the He Family patriarch and begin to Cultivate, why couldn’t he?
“Hmm?
Unwilling to accept it?
Feeling pissed off?
Let me add a little more color for you.”
Catching sight of Longtian’s resentful gaze, Zhang Dashan revealed a cold sneer.
“HAWK.”
He hacked up a thick glob of phlegm in his mouth, preparing to spit it right onto Longtian’s face.
Longtian was startled.
Enduring the pain in his right hand, he pushed off the ground with his left hand and scrambled out of the way.
“PTUI.”
The thick phlegm landed on the ground, looking utterly repulsive.
“Oh, you actually dodged it.” Zhang Dashan was a little surprised.
Just as he was about to launch another, a crisp voice rang out.
“Sixth Brother, you’re here?”