Inside the cultivation room, Yang Lingtian and Yang Dingtian stared at the group outside,
the Lu family higher-ups, who looked as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. Both brothers were utterly dumbfounded.
"Big brother, this... what's going on?" Yang Dingtian asked in a lowered voice, somewhat puzzled.
He scratched his head, completely unable to figure out why these people had suddenly become so excited.
"They... seem to have misunderstood something."
Yang Lingtian looked at Lu Tian's smug, carried-away expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
He had never imagined that the two brothers had merely wanted to secretly open a treasure chest.
Yet by some strange twist of fate, they had somehow caused such a huge misunderstanding.
His younger brother, Yang Dingtian, had now become, in the eyes of the Lu family,
a peerless genius who could punch a hole through the heavens just by cultivating.
Yang Lingtian quickly considered the situation. This misunderstanding was not necessarily a bad thing; they could even make use of it.
What he lacked most right now was a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure capable of repairing his Primordial Spirit.
He had been worrying about finding an excuse to ask for one, and now hadn't the opportunity come knocking?
"Then... what do we do now?" Yang Dingtian asked somewhat guiltily as he looked at the scene outside.
"What else can we do?" Yang Lingtian shot him an exasperated look and transmitted his voice.
"We'll go along with it. Hurry and pretend you've just finished cultivating, then rein in your aura."
As he spoke, he gave Yang Dingtian a meaningful glance.
Yang Dingtian immediately understood. He took a deep breath and began pretending to circulate his cultivation technique.
He slowly opened his eyes. Two streaks of golden light flashed and