Reunion of Three Siblings

At Wang Hegui's words,

the members of the Deep Sea Spirit Hunting Squad all changed expression.

Spirit Hall Headquarters.

That was Spirit Hall's highest authority.

"You know what to do from now on. I needn't say more, right?" Wang Hegui swept his gaze over them, his tone mild.

The captain quickly stated, "Rest assured, Hall Master Wang. With us, Yang Jiao will not suffer the slightest grievance."

"It had better be that way." Wang Hegui nodded, his tone suddenly turning grim. "Otherwise, your entire families will be buried with him."

With that, he turned and left.

The members of the Deep Sea Spirit Hunting Squad were left staring at one another.

After a moment of silence, someone muttered quietly, "Yang Jiao usually keeps such a low profile. Who would've thought he had such an impressive younger brother?"

"Exactly." Another person chimed in. "For Hall Master Wang to personally accompany him and even say he couldn't afford to offend him, just who is that boy?"

The captain said nothing. He merely stared in the direction Yang Jian had left, a trace of gravity flashing through his eyes.

He had just probed with his soul power.

Yet he had been completely unable to gauge that boy's strength.

That could only mean the other party was no weaker than him.

"Yang Jiao's younger brother should be a few years younger than Yang Jiao, or perhaps the same age. In any case, he couldn't possibly be over fifteen. Yet his strength is no weaker than mine?"

The captain's expression grew solemn as he silently made up his mind.

From now on, he needed to pay even more attention to Yang Jiao.

Linhai City Junior Spirit Master Academy was located in the western part of the city. It did not occupy much land, but its surroundings were quiet and peaceful.

When Yang Jian and Yang Jiao arrived, classes had just ended.

Students emerged from the teaching building in small groups, chatting and laughing as the place bustled with life.

"Xiao Chan's classroom is on the second floor, the one on the left."

Yang Jiao led the way with practiced familiarity.

The two went up to the second floor. Before they even reached the classroom door, they heard a voice coming from inside.

"The circulation route of soul power must not be disturbed. If you take a wrong route, at best your soul power will become disordered; at worst, your meridians will be damaged. Everyone must cultivate according to the routes marked in the meditation method. Never make your own decisions."

Yang Jian stood by the door and glanced inside.

A little girl with a ponytail stood at the lectern, teaching a group of students several years older than herself.

She wore the academy uniform. Her skin was fair, and her features were delicate. Though she was still young, it was already clear that she would grow into a great beauty.

Yang Chan.

Six years had passed, and his younger sister had changed greatly as well.

The little girl who used to wear her hair in twin buns and was as skinny as a kitten had now grown into a graceful young maiden.

"Xiao Chan," Yang Jiao called from the doorway.

Yang Chan turned her head. Her gaze paused on her older brother for a moment before passing over him and landing on Yang Jian behind him.

Her eyes instantly lit up.

"Second Brother!"

Like a little rabbit, Yang Chan jumped down from the lectern and rushed over in three quick strides, burying herself in Yang Jian's arms.

"Second Brother! You finally came to see me!" Her voice carried a sob as both hands clutched Yang Jian's clothes tightly, as if afraid he might run away.

Yang Jian reached out and rubbed her hair, a smile on his lips.

"How did you recognize me? Even Brother didn't recognize me just now."

"My sixth sense!" Yang Chan lifted her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed, but her smile was especially bright. "I recognized you at first sight. No matter what Second Brother becomes, I'll always recognize you!"

The students in the classroom stared at the scene in dumbfounded shock, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

They had never seen Yang Chan so excited before.

Who was this boy?

Yang Jian led Yang Chan out of the teaching building. After greeting the teacher, he took his brother and sister toward Wang Hegui's residence.

Along the way, Yang Chan chattered nonstop, asking one question after another. One moment she asked what Spirit Hall was like, the next she asked whether her second brother had missed her, then whether he had made any friends.

Yang Jian answered every question, a faint smile always on his face.

Yang Jiao walked beside them, watching his younger brother and sister. The smile on his lips never faded.

Wang Hegui's residence was a small standalone house with its own courtyard.

Its location was considered one of the best in Linhai City.

Wang Hegui brought them to the door and tactfully did not follow them inside.

"You siblings should enjoy your reunion. I'll stay at the branch hall tonight."

After saying that, he left, giving the three siblings their space.

The house fell quiet.

Yang Chan pulled Yang Jian into a chair, then moved a small stool in front of him and sat down. Resting her chin in both hands, she stared at him without blinking.

"Second Brother, can you stay this time and not leave again?"

Yang Jian shook his head. "I'll have to leave after a few days. There are still things I need to do."

Yang Chan's lips immediately curled downward, and her eyes began to redden again.

"But..." Yang Jian changed his tone. "Once I finish what I'm doing, I'll take you and Brother to Spirit City. Then we can see each other every day. Just don't complain that I'm annoying."

"Really?" Yang Chan's eyes instantly brightened, and the gloom on her face vanished completely. "Pinky promise!"

She held out her little finger, and Yang Jian smiled as he hooked his with hers.

"Pinky promise. A hundred years without changing."

Yang Chan was finally satisfied and began asking more questions.

Yang Jiao sat beside them, watching his sister chatter endlessly while his younger brother patiently answered every question. No matter what, he could not suppress the smile on his face.

This was what home felt like.

Their conversation ranged far and wide, from cultivation to daily life, from the past to the future.

Their laughter drifted from the house from time to time.

Before they knew it, several hours had passed.

Yang Jiao suddenly interjected with a question. "Xiao Jian, what rank are you now?"

Yang Jian glanced at him and did not hide it.

"Rank fifty."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Yang Jiao and Yang Chan froze at the same time.

Rank fifty.

A Soul King.

A twelve-year-old Soul King.

Yang Jiao opened his mouth. After a long while, he finally forced out a sentence. "Back then, Uncle Wang said you could become a Titled Douluo. I thought he was just being polite. Now it seems he wasn't wrong at all."

His tone was calm, and there was no jealousy in his eyes—only heartfelt pride and joy.

Yang Chan's reaction was far more enthusiastic.

"Wow! Second Brother, you're a Soul King!" She sprang up from her chair, put both hands on her hips, and raised her little face high. "You'll definitely become a Titled Douluo someday. Let's see who still dares to bully me then!"

Yang Jian smiled but said nothing.

A Titled Douluo?

That had never been the limit of his ambitions.

Dinner that evening was lavish.

Wang Hegui had arranged for it to be prepared in advance. The table was piled with dishes, including fish, meat, and a large bowl of steaming soup.

The three siblings sat around the table, eating and talking.

Yang Chan ate until her mouth was oily, all while placing food on Yang Jian's plate.

Yang Jiao watched with a cheerful smile, occasionally joining in. The atmosphere was so warm it hardly seemed real.

After dinner,

Yang Chan clung to Yang Jian's side and refused to leave. In the end, Yang Jiao had to pull her away.

"Let your second brother rest. You can talk again tomorrow."

Yang Chan left reluctantly, but before going, she did not forget to turn back and say, "Second Brother, you have to play with me tomorrow!"

"Alright."

The door closed, and the room became quiet.

Yang Jian sat by the bed. Rather than resting immediately, he softly called out to the empty air, "Uncle Yue."