Arrangements Made

Feng Xianru stared blankly at his sister's profile, his gaze so unfamiliar it was as though he were meeting her for the first time.

The silence spreading through the chamber felt as if it were awaiting judgment.

Ever since Feng Xianru could remember, the Great Elder had treated the two siblings as his own. He had taught them to read and study, sought out cultivation methods suited to them, and for a single pill they needed to break through a bottleneck, he had even been willing to bow and scrape before Tian'an Shopkeeper in some corner of the prefectural city.

Yet this elder, who had labored for them for more than a decade, had been sold out by his sister without hesitation.

Feng Xianru could scarcely believe it and wanted to question her.

But—

The deep, secluded gaze from the seat of honor made him swallow the words that had reached his lips.

Xu Yuan watched the siblings with great interest.

An unexpectedly amusing development had occurred.

Originally, he had not thought much of Feng Xianru.

Though this brat looked as though he had inherited the same lineage as those kings of swagger, he was fundamentally different from the Unit-01 and Unit-02 at home.

Feng Jiuxuan and Xu Changge's pride came from within—a proud backbone that would still dare draw its sword even knowing death was certain. This boy, on the other hand, was mostly putting on an act: fierce on the outside, weak within.

With such a disposition, if not for his extraordinary talent, Xu Yuan would not have given him a second glance. Then again, that very temperament made him easy to control.

And it was a buy-one-get-one deal.

Oppressed by Feng Xianru, Feng Nangming had become profoundly insecure. As long as someone in a higher position offered