Not to mention that Luo Sicong was already twenty years old this year, six years older than Luo Jiujiang. The difference in their cultivation alone was huge. Luo Sanhuai frowned, unable to imagine how his younger brother had won.

"Brother Chong's cultivation is quite high, but he is a very simple and honest person..."

Luo Sanhuai was too familiar with his brother's ways, so he immediately interrupted him: "Speak properly."

"Oh, Brother Chong is too obsessed with cultivation. He doesn't have a deep understanding of worldly affairs, doesn't have much practical experience, and is a bit too proud. As soon as we started, I provoked him to draw his sword with a word, and decided that he would only compete with me in close combat, and then..."

Luo Jiujiang didn't need to explain what was going on. Although Luo Sanhuai had been away from home for a long time, he knew his lively brother well: "This kid spends his days playing in the water and crawling in the mud. There's no place in the forest or on the sea where he doesn't dare to go wild." Even more admirable was his emphasis on physical toughness. In terms of physical training and actual combat skills, few of his peers could match him.

"Although you defeated Brother Chong, you're still too conceited." Luo Sanhuai said with a stern face, "You only verbally agreed on the format of the bout with him on stage, and the rules of the competition don't stipulate that you can't cheat or go back on your word. If Brother Chong changed his mind midway and picked up the sword, it wouldn't be against the rules to pierce you."

Luo Jiujiang sighed and said, "Brother, you've been away from home for a long time, so you might not know that the rules of the competition have been changed. Since Brother Chong and I have agreed on the competition format in front of everyone, anyone who changes his mind midway will lose."

"Changed?" Luo Sanhuai was stunned. "Why did it change when everything was fine?"

Luo Jiujiang said embarrassedly: "Qian Ling and I were the ones who instigated the competition before."

Luo Sanhuai: "..."

Seeing that Luo Sanhuai was silent, Luo Jiujiang misunderstood his meaning and explained in detail: "Before the small competition, I first found out the details of my clan brothers, and Qianling accompanied me in analyzing it. We all felt that whether it was Brother Lang or Brother Li, although their cultivation was one or two levels higher than mine, I was still able to fight. Only Brother Chong could only be defeated by wits, not by force. He had a sudden inspiration and thought that he could make some changes to the rules of the small competition, so I implemented it..."

Luo Sanhuai was now convinced of his brother. "Qianling was a lonely kid when he was little. No one wanted to be around him, but you insisted on dragging him along to play, refusing to leave. I thought you were just being childish, but I never expected you two to be so similar, even sharing the same evil intentions."

Luo Jiujiang hurriedly said in a falsely modest manner: "No, no, big brother, you are too kind."

"I'm not praising you." Luo Sanhuai was so angry that he laughed: "You should keep this Hanxing Grass. Big brother doesn't want it. There are always medicinal herbs and spiritual plants in the world that can strengthen the body and nourish the essence, but there are not many spiritual herbs that can help a monk successfully build his foundation. You are now at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and it is just a matter of time before you can reach the foundation. It will be of great use to you when the time comes."

"Things are meant to be used by people. Big brother needs me more than you right now, so I'll give this spiritual herb to you." Luo Jiujiang closed the lid of the jade box and said with a smile, "Why would you ask me to put it away? Big brother, do you think I'm a hen, rolling all these goodies into eggs and holding them in your arms to build a nest?"

"But you still need to build your foundation..."

"The Seven Islands Competition will be held in a few days. Can't I even earn a place in the Spiritual Medicine Competition?" Luo Jiujiang stuffed the jade box into his eldest brother's hands, telling him to relax: "Besides, even without these external items, I will definitely be able to build my foundation."

Luo Sanhuai was speechless. He took the jade box, feeling a surge of pride and warmth in his heart. He stared at Luo Jiujiang. This beloved brother had handsome features and a bright look, his eyes filled with the unbroken spirit of youth.

Fourteen years old, he is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, the youngest son of the Luo clan leader, and a rough diamond that everyone in their clan has high hopes for. Together with Han Qianling, who is the same age as him, he is known as the "Twin Gems of the Seven Islands".

This "unpolished jade" somersaulted out of the hall like a living monkey and ran away in two or three steps. The gradually shrinking figure turned around and shouted, "Brother, I'm going to go play with my Qianling just as you said--"

The complicated emotions in Luo Sanhuai's heart, which were "My younger brother has grown up", were wiped out by his shout, and he almost choked to death on a mouthful of tea.

As expected, he is still a heartless little bastard.

The Star Islands are located on the Lapis Lazuli Sea and are still as peaceful today as they were in the past.

On the Daimao Island, one of the seven Lianxing Islands, located in the Luo family's territory, under a clear waterfall, a young man in black was climbing up with one hand, his skin slightly red and shiny from being washed by the water.

At the very bottom of the waterfall, on a rock barely wide enough for one person to stand, another young man sat in meditation. His neat, simple blue clothes were already soaked through, clinging tightly to his skin. He must have been uncomfortable, but his expression was calm and composed.

The rocks on the waterfall had been eroded by the water day after day and had long since become incredibly smooth. Even with tools, it was difficult to use them, let alone climb them with bare hands. Not to mention the resistance of the water pouring down from such a great height.

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