Chapter 60 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (The End) My junior brother, I'll spoil him...

As dusk fell, Qin Nian'an returned to her room.

Today, the three of them arrived at a small city recorded in the Qingyun Sect's records—Qiyu City.

According to the sect records, every ten years, Qiyu City will open a trial realm. At this time, cultivators from all over the continent, large and small sects, will come to Qiyu City to enter the trial realm.

Praying Rain City is a city situated by the water, and its people are quite distinctive in both language and clothing. The locals have gentle, soft voices with a slight upward inflection at the end of their sentences; even when they are angry, it sounds like they are softly coaxing someone. In addition, influenced by the otherworldly demeanor of most cultivators, the original inhabitants of Praying Rain City dress differently from those in other small towns. They dress simply, considering plain clothes and simple attire to be beautiful.

Not only that, the natives discovered business opportunities in this area. They found that most of the cultivators who came to Qiyu City for training were well-off, so the scenery in the city became more and more beautiful, the streets were flat and wide, with green tiles and blue bricks, and people coming and going, creating a thriving scene.

As soon as they stepped into Qiyu City, Master Yihua specifically used the Jade Pendant to instruct them on some issues they needed to be careful about. He said that although this place was not particularly dangerous, it was the first time the three of them had entered such a secret realm, and there were also young talents from other sects present, so they needed to be extra cautious.

Although Lan Ying and Wang Linming had been training on the mainland, entering a secret realm was a first for them. Yi Hua Zhenren, fearing they might be bullied in the secret realm, specially sent a spirit bird from the mountain to deliver a whole storage bag of protective jade pendants to them…

Knowing that the secret realm wouldn't open for another three days, Qin Nian'an wanted to see what was in the storage bags Song Ce had prepared for him. As soon as he opened one of them, he heard the sound transmission jade pendant that Song Ce had made for him ring.

Song Ce's voice transmission drifted in with the night breeze through the window: "An'er, how's your training going these past few days? Is it fun down the mountain?"

Qin Nian'an scratched his head and chuckled, "Fun, fun! Brother, we arrived in Qiyu City today, and I even picked out a snow fox wood carving for you!" He then snorted, "That stall owner was really annoying. Seeing I wanted it, he asked for fifty spirit stones. I wanted to buy it, but Linming pulled me away. Later, when Lan Ying went to buy it, the stall owner only asked for twenty spirit stones!"

A low laugh came from Song Ce's side, "An'er looks innocent and harmless. That stall owner must have thought you were easy to bully, which is why he gave you such a high price. When you return to the sect, your brother will accompany you to Qiyu City to find that stall owner and get justice for you, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Nian'an quickly waved her hand, then realized it was a communication jade pendant. She hurriedly said, "Brother, you're teasing me again. There's no need for such a fuss! By the way, brother, the pastries in Qiyu City are delicious. I bought you a big bag and had the spirit bird take it back. Did you receive it?"

Song Ce picked up a piece of pastry from the table, took a bite, and said, "I received it. The pastries from Qiyu City are indeed very good. They are sweet but not greasy. I like them very much."

"That's good. If you like it, I'll buy you more after you finish eating!" Qin Nian'an said happily with a smile.

Song Ce nodded and agreed softly, then added, "Although Qiyu City looks peaceful, there are always people with ill intentions. The three of you must be careful when you are out and about. If you encounter any trouble, quickly crush the jade pendant your brother gave you, and I will rush over immediately."

Qin Nian'an waved her hand, "Brother, don't underestimate me. We can handle ordinary little troubles ourselves. Besides, Linming and Lanying each have their own strengths. The three of us together will be fine."

Even though he said that, Qin Nian'an felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that his brother was concerned about him.

The two brothers chatted about some everyday anecdotes before Qin Nian'an reluctantly said goodbye to Song Ce.

After putting away the communication jade pendant, he turned his attention back to the storage bag in front of him. He took out the items inside one by one, sorted them, and carefully put each item into the storage bag.

The sky outside the window darkened without us realizing it, and the thick darkness of night instantly enveloped the entire room.

After tidying everything up, Qin Nian'an walked to the bedside and slowly sat down. He crossed his legs, placed his hands naturally on his knees, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Qin Nian'an's consciousness gradually became blurred. It was as if an invisible force was pulling him, and in a daze, he felt as if he had fallen into a state of chaos.

Immediately afterward, Qin Nian'an's eyes lit up. When he saw the familiar scenery before him, he widened his eyes in surprise—this was clearly the place where he had lived briefly as a child, the De Yi Peak of the Baiyun Sect.

He saw his younger self kneeling on the ground, trembling, surrounded by several older disciples of the White Cloud Sect. The tall senior brother who was grabbing his collar was saying something fiercely to the little boy.

Qin Nian'an had long forgotten his senior brother's name, but he wasn't worried at all. He knew that soon, his brother would descend like a god and take him away from this sea of ​​suffering in his memories. After all, his brother was the number one Mahayana cultivator on the continent; others could only kneel and prostrate themselves before him, calling him "senior." The mere White Cloud Sect was nothing to him.

He floated in the air like an outsider, looking towards the mountain gate and longing for that most familiar figure.

However, as time went by, he watched helplessly as that little "him" was bullied and humiliated, frequently beaten, and verbally abused and belittled.

Qin Nian'an watched as "he" spent two whole years on Deyi Peak, but never saw his brother again.

"Could it be that something has come up and delayed you, brother?"

As time went by, Qin Nian'an realized that even though "he" tried his best to please everyone on Deyi Peak, no one cared about him. Their eyes were filled with condescending disdain, as if he were nothing more than a bug on the ground that could be crushed at will.

Finally, on the fifteenth of August, Qin Nian'an saw her brother.

He smiled happily; sure enough, his brother would come looking for "him".

Qin Nian'an never expected that her brother would indeed come, but he indiscriminately killed everyone, including "her," simply because of Changmi Daoist's words: "My son, run!"

And so, he stood there dumbfounded, waiting and hoping for more than two years, only to be met with a sharp sword light.

He was killed by his brother.

Later, Qin Nian'an could only watch helplessly as an absurd and cruel farce unfolded before his eyes. He watched as the Taoist Changmi spoke with a gleeful expression about "his" true identity, each word like a barbed blade piercing his brother's heart.

In the dream, the older brother looked shocked and heartbroken, his usually gentle eyes now bloodshot.

The next second, the older brother carefully held the tiny "him" tightly in his arms. Immediately afterward, a chilling and resolute aura rose from the older brother's body. In an instant, the peak of triumph shone brightly, and a violent explosion soared into the sky. Qin Nian'an felt an invisible force rushing towards him, and his consciousness involuntarily retreated a few steps.

Amidst the flames, the entire Baiyun Sect was razed to the ground; everything vanished into nothingness.

This was the first time Qin Nian'an had witnessed someone self-destruct, and the protagonist of the self-destruction was none other than his closest and most respected brother.

He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. Just then, a strong wave of dizziness hit him, and everything in front of him gradually blurred. A strong sense of panic and fear gripped him. He didn't know how long it was before he suddenly regained consciousness and opened his eyes.

Looking around, Qin Nian'an found himself still safely inside the inn in Qiyu City, maintaining his meditation posture. He released his hand seals, stared intently at his hands for a long while, and then let out a long sigh.

Thankfully, it was just a dream, or rather, a nightmare!

To calm his wildly beating heart, Qin Nian'an immediately took out the jade pendant that Song Ce had made for him. Upon hearing his brother's familiar voice, he quickly told his brother about the dream in detail.

Song Ce, on the other end, remained silent for a long time after listening. He understood that the dream Qin Nian'an described must have been something that didn't actually happen in his previous life.

Qin Nian'an hadn't heard his brother's voice for a long time, and he asked in surprise, "Brother, can you hear me?"

"An'er, open the door." A calm voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing that it was her older brother, Qin Nian'an quickly went to the door and opened it. Sure enough, her brother walked in slowly with a smile on his face and said calmly, "I was a little worried by your tone earlier, so I came to check on you. An'er, don't think too much. This is just a dream. It's probably because you just broke through to the Golden Core stage and have been traveling around, so your mind is unstable. This is the Illusionary Dream Pearl that I found for you. When you have free time, go into the illusion and train. Once you are familiar with the illusion, you won't care about such absurd dreams anymore."

Looking at the colorful glass bead before him, Qin Nian'an obediently put it into his storage bag. He first poured Song Ce a cup of warm tea, and then said with a smile, "Brother, you don't know, that dream just now was too real, as real as if it had actually happened. Could it be a precognitive dream about the future?"

Song Ce chuckled upon hearing this: "What, you've actually gotten smaller over the years? How come I didn't know you turned into a seven or eight-year-old child?"

Qin Nian'an scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled, "Brother, I was just making a hypothetical statement, just a hypothetical one."

"Hmph." Song Ce snorted lightly: "I think you still lack experience. Don't wait until you have free time. From today onwards, you must enter once a day to see what a real illusion is like."

Upon hearing this, Qin Nian'an quickly smiled ingratiatingly and nodded in agreement: "Yes, brother."

...

Time flies, and a century passes in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of these long centuries, Qin Nian'an has become a unique existence on the entire continent.

He was of average talent in his childhood, but after being personally taken in and taught by his elder brother Junming, his cultivation steadily increased like a flowing stream. At the age of twenty, he had already broken through to the Golden Core stage, and after another ten years, he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

With such a powerful elder brother at the Mahayana stage overseeing things, Qin Nian'an's storage bag was always overflowing. No one knew exactly how many magical artifacts and treasures it contained. A cultivator from another sect who had briefly cooperated with the Three Heroes of Qingyun, upon emerging from the secret realm, only expressed wistful admiration when questioned, stating that any one of Qin Nian'an's treasures would make other cultivators green with envy. Those rare and precious natural treasures that others considered invaluable seemed to him as commonplace and inexhaustible.

Has anyone considered taking advantage of him? Of course, some have.

Beneath the fragrant bait, there will always be a fish lurking. There will always be those who overestimate their abilities and try to kill and steal treasures, but their ultimate fate is always death and annihilation, without exception.

If this continued, no one would dare to challenge him to a life-or-death struggle anymore. As the saying goes, even the most precious treasures are useless if you're not alive to enjoy them.

When Qin Nian'an reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, the news that Jun Ming, the patriarch of the Qingyun Sect, the head of the three sects, was about to ascend to immortality spread rapidly throughout the continent.

On this day, under the watchful eyes of almost all cultivators across the continent, Song Ce calmly faced the terrifying purplish-red heavenly tribulation in the sky. One after another, the heavenly lightning tribulations, like dragons, roared down, but he withstood them all.

Half a day passed in this way, and Ancestor Junming successfully passed the Heavenly Tribulation. His Dharma Body transformed into a sky full of golden light and ascended to heaven, leaving behind only the figure of the cultivators of this world who looked up at him for a long time.

As soon as Jun Ming ascended to immortality, countless eyes across the continent began to watch Qin Nian'an intently. They reasoned that now that the boy's greatest reliance, Ancestor Jun Ming, had left this realm, Qin Nian'an, who was currently only at the Nascent Soul stage, was like a child carrying a large sum of money in a bustling marketplace—how could he not be coveted?

While everyone was lost in thought, three days later, Master Yihua, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, also advanced to the Nascent Soul stage. Without a doubt, it was the work of that Ancestor Junming.

This was not the most shocking thing. Half a month later, tribulation thunderclouds rose one after another in the Qingyun Sect. It was either Elder Duming who broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, or Elder Fufeng who broke through to the Spirit Nascent Soul stage.

Seeing this, the various sects hurriedly flocked to Qingyun Sect to establish relations. At this time, Qingyun Sect directly announced that its current sect leader, Master Yihua, would resign from the position, handing it over to his eldest disciple, Lan Ying. He would then protect Qin Nian'an until his ascension, to repay the kindness and support of Ancestor Junming.

This news caused a stir throughout the entire cultivation world, and no one dared to act rashly anymore.

So what if the cultivators on the mainland are envious and jealous of Qin Nian'an? Now that this young man has another Nascent Soul stage guardian, True Person Yi Hua, by his side, they are helpless.

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Author's Note: Having powerful connections is so cool! Xiao Nian'an's story ends here; the train is about to head to the next world.

Quick poll: Ancient world: the spoiled older brother, or modern world: the timid younger brother? Feel free to comment with your thoughts!

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