Pfft!
A sharp sword suddenly pierced through his back and out his chest. Blood sprayed everywhere. Yang Wang turned to look at the person who had run him through, his face filled with astonishment.
That person was his older brother, Yang Zhang. He had never imagined that his brother would want to kill him. Nor had he ever treated his brother poorly—he had gathered all kinds of medicinal pills to improve his cultivation, and whenever he obtained something good, he would give it to him.
He had treated his brother so well. Why would his brother do this? Yang Wang stared blankly at his brother as a trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
With a vicious expression, Yang Zhang yanked out his sword. Yang Wang's body collapsed to the ground, blood flowing ceaselessly from his wound. That strike had only gravely wounded Yang Wang; it had not killed him outright.
Yang Wang was not angry. He gazed calmly at Yang Zhang and asked, "Why?"
Yang Zhang threw back his head and laughed hideously. "And you still ask me why? I've wanted to kill you for a long time! Why do you have such powerful strength? Why do you have such a handsome face? And why are women so fond of you?"
"Why am I so ugly? Why don't I have talent like yours? Why don't I have formidable strength? Why do women hate me?"
Ever since childhood, Yang Zhang had been deeply envious and jealous of his younger brother. Though none of it was Yang Wang's fault, he still hated and envied him intensely. He had even wanted to kill him.
If his younger brother had been just as ugly, just as untalented, and just as unloved by women, then he would not have been jealous,