Chapter 39
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Chapter 39: Good Brothers
“Noble Lady!” After regaining movement, Lin Feng and the others knelt before You You, faces burning with shame. “We’ve burdened you! If not for us, you wouldn’t be trapped in this impossible situation. Even dying a thousand times wouldn’t make up for our sins!”
Lin Feng’s guilt deepened as he spoke. He’d tried to stop You You from awakening others’ spiritual roots long ago, fearing this day would come. But during the crisis in Shangyang City—when his own brother lay dying—he’d faltered. Now she was stuck with useless relatives like them.
When the three family heads demanded their exile, he’d been prepared. The Noble Lady had done enough for them. Leaving—or vanishing entirely—seemed a fair price. But he never anticipated her fierce refusal.
“We’ll never forget your protection,” Lin Feng pressed, voice heavy, “but establishing a sect is vital. We’re nobodies. You should—”
“Lin Feng!” You You cut him off, using his full name for the first time. She descended from her seat, crouching to meet their eyes. “Know why I’m building this sect?”
They exchanged confused glances. “Because… you’re the celestial maiden?”
“Since when does that require a sect?” She challenged.
They stiffened. Hadn’t every celestial maiden done so since antiquity?
You You sighed. “I never cared about titles or sects or ascension. You called me celestial maiden, so I became one. You said build a sect, so I did. In this world, you’re among the few I know. Celestial maidens? Immortal paths? Means nothing. But I trust you. Trust you’ve chosen wisely for me.”
“…”
“Lin Feng, Yin Fan, Liu Qing.” Her gaze swept over them. “When I say we’re brothers, I mean it. Not ‘ordinary people’ or ‘disciples’—family. You’ve bled for me in the border city and meadow ruins. Shouldn’t I trust you with my life in return?”
“…”
“Celestial maiden, cultivator—I’m still human. Humans don’t betray brothers for gain. You abandoned everything to follow me. Now I’ll secure your future. This sect isn’t for immortality—it’s so you’ll never regret choosing me.”
“…”
“You’re no burden. Not now, not ever. No ‘prominent families’ or resources matter more than you. You’re why I’m building this sect. Without you—” She threw up her hands, “—what’s the point of having a sect at all?”
“…”
Stunned silence followed. Even steady Lin Feng trembled, warmth flooding his chest as eyes prickled.
“Waaah!” Liu Qing’s wail shattered the stillness. The muscular woman scrubbed at tear-streaked cheeks, hiccuping, “S-so moving! I haven’t cried since—since—*sniff*—I never wanted to leave! Those jerks said we’d drag you down, but you—you really want us!” Snot bubbled as she devolved into wet, chuckling sobs.
You You: “…” Regret prickled her conscience.
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The outburst broke the tension. Yin Fan scratched his neck, sheepish. “We messed up, Noble Lady. We’ll stay as long as you need us.”
Lin Feng smiled faintly before worry resurfaced. “But offending those three families…”
“Let them panic.” You You shrugged. “They need me more than I need them.”
“Precisely.” Ling Qi stepped forward, eyes bright. “They’ve waited centuries for a celestial maiden. The Ji, Jian, and Yu clans can’t endure another few hundred years.” Mortal wealth crumbled before cultivators’ longevity.
“Still…” The advisor hesitated. “You must choose new relatives.”
“Right!” You You snapped her fingers. “What about the Yuan Family? Why weren’t they involved?”
Ling Qi tensed. “Their Elder entered the selection pavilion yesterday. He’ll oversee the head’s election personally.”
“Their Nascent Soul Elder came?!”
“It’s customary for major events.”
“So they’re too busy scheming?”
“Unlikely.” Ling Qi hurried to explain. “The Yuan Family values talent over bloodlines. Your disciples reached Foundation Building immediately after awakening spiritual roots—unheard-of geniuses. No wise clan would discard such assets.”
You You brightened. Her brothers were top-tier, after all.
“Ling Qi, contact the Yuans. Explain our stance. If they’re onboard, great. If not, we’ll part ways early.”
“At once!” He bowed deeply, steps suspiciously bouncy as he departed—almost like he was… skipping?
