Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

"...This is your choice. Have you thought it through?"

Yan Mingyuan looked at a woman who had come from Lianzhen Pass.

The woman's name is Yan Mingyu. She is the ninth young lady of the Ming generation of the Yan family. Since she entered the top eight in the Heroes Tournament, she has received some preferential treatment in terms of resources after returning to the family.

Although his cultivation level has not yet broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, in terms of strength, he is still one of the best among the younger generation of Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

In the past, people paid more attention to Yan Mingyu because she was the younger sister of Yan Mingyuan, the young master of the Yan family.

Yan Mingyu cupped his hands in greeting: "I've made up my mind. Thank you for your understanding, young master."

"Then you should go. The Yan family already lost a Wood Spirit Tribulation Fruit; don't waste it."

"Yes."

After finishing their business, the atmosphere between the two, who appeared to be siblings to outsiders, suddenly became tense.

"Young Master, I shall take my leave now..."

Yan Mingyu, her beautiful face tense and her tone cold and indifferent, was about to turn and leave when she heard her 'brother's' casual voice behind her:

"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever heard you call me 'brother' since you turned fifteen and came of age."

It's a very subtle question.

To outsiders, it might seem like the older brother is feeling wronged and criticizing his younger sister for her inappropriate behavior.

But Yan Mingyu knew exactly what kind of person the young master of the Yan family was.

Family ties? They don't exist.

Yan Mingyu gripped her sword tightly and asked in a calm voice, "Are you my brother? Are you my biological brother?"

Behind him, the man seemed to chuckle softly.

"casual."

"..."

Yan Mingyu pursed her lips, then left quickly without saying a word.

That figure from behind looked somewhat angry.

"Pitiful."

"A little sister looking for her brother, tsk."

He spoke of pitifulness, but Yan Mingyuan's eyes showed no emotion: "Not all the younger generation of the Yan family are idiots, pig-brains..."

Those old fogies kept refusing to let him go, so don't blame him for picking a new 'young master' on his own.

The identity of the young master of the Yan family is truly a hindrance.

……

"Yan Mingyuan isn't a member of the Yan family?"

Xiao Zian and Rong Shu were shocked by the news.

"Yes." Lin Jingyue nodded: "An accident in my childhood made me realize that Yan Mingyuan did not cultivate the exclusive cultivation technique of the Yan family, which made me suspicious."

"Later, the suspicions were confirmed. The real 'Yan Mingyuan' had actually died young. The Yan family had simply concealed his death from the outside world and found a substitute from somewhere to become the Yan Mingyuan you see today."

The Lin family's family martial arts techniques have drawbacks, and so does the Yan family's.

Perhaps the real 'Yan Mingyuan' who died eight hundred years ago was a victim of the family's cultivation technique.

"Yan Mingyuan's disguise was not particularly good. Perhaps that guy was just naturally unruly and disdained to pretend to be someone else. However, most of the outside world's attention was focused on how he ruthlessly became the young master of the Yan family and how he was the sword master among the younger generation."

Rong Shu hurriedly asked, "If, Second Senior Sister, you ultimately fail to perfect the flaws in your cultivation technique and need to form a marriage alliance with the Yan family, you still won't choose Yan Mingyuan?"

"I don't know, maybe." Lin Jingyue shook her head: "Yan Mingyuan's true identity is a secret of the Yan family, which I have no way of knowing. I also don't understand why the ancestors of the Yan family would remain silent and let him cause trouble in the Yan family as an 'outsider'."

"If Yan Mingyuan's true identity remains unknown, I might actually end up marrying him in a fake marriage."

Upon hearing this, Rong Shu and Xiao Zi'an exchanged bewildered glances.

so……

They had been clamoring about their second senior sister's marriage to Yan Mingyuan all the way, so there was absolutely no need to worry.

Lin Jingyue suddenly chuckled: "So, can you two little ones just shut up?"

"Zi'an, fine, I don't expect you to change your personality overnight, but you want to drag your junior sister into this mess? Putting her in a sack? And poisoning her?"

Xiao Zian hid behind Rong Shu guiltily: "...Second Senior Sister, what do you mean by putting a sack over someone's head? What do you mean by poisoning? I don't know anything about it!"

Lin Jingyue: "I used soundproofing when I talked to Yan Mingyuan, but you two didn't."

Xiao Zian: "..." Holy crap! I was careless!

"...Second Senior Sister, didn't Yan Mingyuan hear that too? Won't he hold a grudge? What if he beats up your dear Fourth Junior Brother...?"

"Cold salad."

"..."

While Xiao Zian was making a fuss, Rong Shu turned around and glanced into the room, his eyes suddenly lighting up: "...It seems that Third Senior Brother has woken up!"

"...Wu Hua is awake?"

"Third Senior Brother! You're finally awake!"

Inside the house, Wu Hua, who had just woken up, was about to get out of bed when Xiao Zi'an rushed over and hugged her tightly.

“…Xiao Zian, let go.”

"No, no, no~ Third Senior Brother, you scared me to death~"

Wu Hua felt a chill: "...Xiao Zi'an, don't force me to slap you."

Xiao Zian immediately let go and skillfully hid behind Rong Shu again.

Rong Shu: "..."

Lin Jingyue raised her hand and touched Wu Hua's forehead. After checking his temperature, her expression softened a bit: "Wu Hua, your temperature is normal now."

"Just to be on the safe side, I'll send you back to Zhanming Mountain in a few days so that my senior brother can take another look at you."

Wu Hua turned her head, gave a soft reply, and then looked at Rong Shu: "Junior Sister, you've come to Ziwei Pass too."

Rong Shu picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and then presented it to Wu Hua with both hands: "Well, I heard from Fourth Senior Brother that you and Fifth Senior Brother are not feeling well, so I came along with you."

Wu Hua: "How have you been at Wuqu Pass these past six months? Have you been injured?"

Rong Shu shook his head: "My fourth senior brother gave me a lot of pills, so I'm not afraid of getting injured."

"Third Senior Brother, are you still worried? I've definitely spoken to the Xiao family and asked them to take care of Junior Sister." Seeing that Wu Hua had finished her cup of tea, Xiao Zi'an eagerly picked up the teapot and poured her another cup.

Lin Jingyue looked at the sycophant Xiao Zian with amusement: "I must say, in the past six months, Zian has been quite composed when it comes to serious matters."

"That's~"

"Of course, that's only for business purposes. In private, he's still quite unreliable, even thinking about putting sacks on people."

Wu Hua asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'covering a burlap sack'?"

"Ahhh! Second Senior Sister...nothing like that! What sack?! This patriarch knew nothing about it!"

While Xiao Zian was joking around, Lin Jingyue also took the opportunity to tell Wu Hua about the current situation.

Upon hearing that the Yan family was also preparing to repair the flaws in their family's cultivation technique, Wu Hua remained calm, only instructing Rong Shu: "Junior Sister, do your best, but be careful not to injure yourself."

It is extremely rare for a spiritual root to transform into a spirit.

However, if something happens to the spirit, it could very well affect the spirit itself.