If someone else had an elder brother like Zhou Zhang who cared for his siblings and was attentive to their needs, it would truly be a blessing earned from good deeds in a previous life.

When the weather turned cold, he would remind you to put on more clothes. When it got hot, he would make you a bowl of iced sour plum soup.

If you fell ill, he would stay by your side and take care of you without even taking off his clothes. When there was nothing going on, he wouldn't forget to bring back some pastries for his younger brother when returning home.

Later, after parting with his family and entering the Jinting Sect, and experiencing quite a few changes and the coldness and warmth of human relationships, although Zhou Zhang's behavior may have adapted somewhat, his temperament didn't change much.

He was not a gentle person, but his heart was very pure. Zhou Yin was his blood brother. Their parents told Zhou Zhang to take good care of him, so Zhou Zhang put his whole heart into caring for him, even though Zhou Yin didn't need anyone to do so.

In the Jinting Sect, although some people secretly said he was foolish because of his temperament, even more people liked him. Zhou Zhang treated people kindly, but was not truly foolish. He just conducted himself in an upright manner, never mixing in any selfish motives.

Therefore, over these many years, not only did the elders of the sect value him, his fellow disciples also looked up to him. He himself was also exceptionally talented, advancing to the Core Formation stage in just a few short decades.

The problem was that he and Zhou Yin were truly two different types of people.

In the previous life, Zhou Yin did as he pleased, with no family or friends, and was even less inclined to make connections, single-mindedly cultivating on his own.

But it wouldn't work in this life. No matter what, Zhou Zhang came from the same mother's womb as him. Although Zhou Yin couldn't say he had any earth-shattering affection for the Zhou family, relatives were still relatives. Blood ties could not be erased.

Zhou Yin felt these parents and elder brother were useless, always making a fuss over nothing. But he also wouldn't allow others to bully them. Like the matter of Zhou family's village being massacred - that blood feud was something Zhou Yin would settle sooner or later.

Therefore, Zhou Zhang's doting on his younger brother also indirectly made Zhou Yin want to vomit blood.

Imagine him, a generation's demonic cultivation grandmaster, having someone buzzing by his ear all day long like a fly.

Bao'er, it's time to eat.

Bao'er, don't be picky.

Bao'er, look how fat this fish is. Let's make a soup with it tonight. Should we add ginger or cilantro? Or separate the fish head and then the fish meat blah blah blah.

The most frustrating thing was, every time he was sitting in meditation and entering a state at a critical juncture, a jarring voice would always ring out: Bao'er, you can't sleep like this. Your posture is wrong. Children shouldn't always sit cross-legged or you'll grow up crooked...

It forced the breath he had already circulated to the Heavenly acupoint back down to the dantian.

If he gave him a cold stare, Zhou Zhang would look back with an innocent gaze, completely unaware of what he did wrong. Then the next time he would do the same thing again, totally clueless about the meaning of being "tactful".

Sometimes Zhou Yin would think - what sins did he commit in his past life to be saddled with such an elder brother? He couldn't be hit, and Zhou Yin was too lazy to scold him since he would forget in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, he finally left home to study and practice, out of sight and out of mind. For several decades, his ears could finally have some peace and quiet, not having to face a fool every day.

From this, it could be seen that the natural enemy of a poker face was a fool.

These few calls of "Bao'er" made the corners of Zhou Yin's mouth twitch again and again.

He saw that Zhou Zhang's appearance had changed a lot, even his bearing had become more steady. He thought his personality had also changed. Indeed, one's personality is set by the age of three.

But Zhou Chen had to join in and stir things up, his face full of displeasure: "Who is Bao'er?"

At this moment in front of others, he needed to put on an act, but his subtext was: Where did this new name of yours come from? This person doesn't look all that great, not even as good as one of my fingers. How come he seems to have a deep relationship with you? I don't even know your nickname!

Zhou Zhang was very happy, so excited that hot tears welled up in his eyes. It had been decades since the brothers parted when Zhou Yin was five years old. How could he not be happy and excited to be reunited now?

"Bao'er!..." He wanted to hold Zhou Yin's hand, but Zhou Chen slapped it away.

Zhou Zhang didn't mind, but felt embarrassed instead: "Oh, I forgot. You love cleanliness. I just killed some demon beasts and still have some blood on my hands. Let's reminisce after we get back!"

Zhou Chen never expected that halfway through, a person whose appearance, cultivation and background were all inferior to his own would suddenly appear and be so familiar with Zhou Yin that he even knew his nickname.

It was like a huge jar of vinegar, even bigger than a water vat, had been spilled in his heart. His gaze carved into every part of Zhou Zhang's body like a knife. If not for Zhou Yin's presence, it would have turned into real knives.

"Senior Brother, who is this?" Junior Sister Ling Long was not stupid either. When she saw the two were close, her anger turned to curiosity.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce. This is my younger brother, Zhou Yin," Zhou Zhang said with a smile.

His thick-headedness was evident at this moment. He may not have finished clearing out all the demon beasts on the mountain, but upon seeing his brother, he forgot about the mission.

He also didn't notice Zhou Chen's gaze beside him, only showing a joyful, satisfied and proud expression, like a little wife who had waited many years for her husband to return.

These two were brothers?

Everyone had a huge question mark over their heads.

From head to toe, there was not a single similarity between the two.

Zhou Zhang's features tended towards being distinctly angular and handsomely masculine.

As for Zhou Yin, it wasn't that he wasn't masculine, but his complexion was fair and his features soft. Those facial features, while not exquisitely sculpted, were still outstandingly beautiful.

That immortal, icy aura accentuated the merits of his appearance to the extreme, like a verdant pine covered in fresh snow - desolate and solemn, catching the eye while allowing not the slightest bit of underestimation.

If someone said Zhou Yin was a prince from some country, it would be believable.

But at Zhou Zhang's words now, Zhou Yin did not deny it, showing the two were indeed blood brothers.

The dragon has nine sons, each different indeed! The crowd inwardly sighed in amazement.

"Heh heh, heh heh," Zhou Zhang's junior martial brother beside him chuckled dryly. "No wonder I felt a sense of closeness upon seeing this Daoist Brother. So it turns out he is Senior Brother's younger brother!"

The crowd was silent. It was the first time they heard someone describe Zhou Yin as "close".

Only Zhou Zhang laughed happily and sincerely: "That's right. Bao'er has always been adorable since he was little. Now he's even cuter!"

Cute...

Imagining a miniature version of Zhou Yin with two buns in his hair acting cute to others for candy, then looking at the expressionless person now, the crowd couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths in unison: "..."

Too terrifying.

Seeing the scene trending towards idiotic development, Zhou Yin had no choice but to speak up: "Have the demon beasts here been cleared out?"

Hearing serious matters mentioned, Zhou Zhang also put away his smile: "We just killed a batch. By logic there shouldn't be any more."

Zhou Yin said: "After all, we are from a different sect. It's not convenient for us to visit directly. You go back and inform your elders first, then come receive us at the front gate."

Due to Zhou Chen's special identity, he may not be willing to go to Jinting Sect, but Zhou Yin had some matters that he must discuss with Zhou Zhang, hence his words.

Zhou Zhang had been accustomed to listening to Zhou Yin since childhood, so upon hearing this, he didn't think too much: "Alright, let's head back first, and you wait for me at the front gate."

After saying that, he led his junior disciples back to report the matter.

Once they left, Zhou Chen said, "Ah Yin, I need to leave for a while."

Zhou Yin knew that on this trip, encountering the matter with the White Tiger concerned the survival of the demon beast race. No matter how nonchalant Zhou Chen was, as the leader of the race, he had to return and plan for the long term.

So he nodded, indicating he understood.

Zhou Chen was a bit disappointed, thinking that even if there was no hug or anything, there would at least be a couple of intimate parting words.

After waiting a while, he heard Zhou Yin say, "Take care."

Zhou Chen: "..."

He still underestimated the degree of Zhou Yin's obliviousness to romance.

Yun Zong, who was originally sitting under a tree, also said at this time, "I have no interest in going to Jinting Sect, so I'll also take my leave. Until we meet again!"

He left as he spoke, clean and decisive, not at all like Zhou Chen's lingering.

Zhou Chen secretly rolled his eyes, thinking that at least he knew his place.

"Ah Yin--" With no outsiders around, Zhou Chen dragged out his tone and started using the pity tactic. "I don't know how many days it will be before we can meet again after I leave this time. My heart aches... Do you have nothing else to say to me?"

The two subordinates had already tactfully avoided them.

Zhou Yin was puzzled, "Say what?"

His cultivation was enough for self-protection, and there were people around to guard him, so there was no danger.

Zhou Chen pretended to be pitiful, "Look, in order to save you, I even burned a few feathers just now. There's no distance between you and me. I don't want any empty words, but can't you at least give me a hug?"

If Yun Zong was still present, he would definitely despise Zhou Chen's two-faced behavior. But Zhou Yin was no ordinary person. After hearing this, his expression didn't change much as he grunted in acknowledgment.

"You turn into a chicken."

Zhou Chen: "...That should be a phoenix, right?"

Zhou Yin raised an eyebrow, as if asking what the difference was.

Zhou Chen reluctantly transformed into a furball. "Now you can hug me, right?"

The corners of Zhou Yin's mouth curved slightly as he picked up the furball. He lowered his head and lightly kissed the fluffy down with his lips.

The furball instantly turned completely red!

"Ah, Ah, Ah Yin!"

Although he originally had low expectations, the result was an extremely pleasant surprise. Even though Zhou Chen was used to acting cute in front of him, he couldn't help but stutter.

Zhou Yin: "What, not satisfied?"

"Extremely satisfied, satisfied to the utmost!" The furball immediately turned back into human form and embraced Zhou Yin, his eyes full of joy. "Didn't you want to see my original appearance?"

As he spoke, his hands smeared something unknown on his face, dispelling the effects of the Rejuvenation Pill. A handsome face that didn't lose any imposing aura gradually appeared.

If the previous face was overly feminine and delicate, then the current one was much more normal. Although still devastatingly handsome, the facial features were distinct and deep. His hair was jet-black, his brows like blades, vaguely exuding the bearing that truly belonged to an emperor looking down upon all living things.

Zhou Yin commented, "A little better than before."

With that earlier kiss, Zhou Chen now felt like he was the happiest person in the world. Even if Zhou Yin said he was ugly enough to scare people, he would think the other party was just being shy. "Although you are full of schemes and knowledge, I'm worried about you being alone outside."

He grasped Zhou Yin's wrist and conveniently put a bracelet on it. The bracelet had a rich luster and an ancient style. Against Zhou Yin's fair skin, it had an indescribable uniqueness.

"This item can block three fatal disasters for you."

Not one to refuse a freebie, Zhou Yin honestly and unabashedly accepted it.

"Ah Yin--" Zhou Chen pouted his lips, all imposing aura gone. "One more kiss, one more kiss!"

Zhou Yin: "..."