I am sure he is my senior brother’s brother

The grave of Ye Feng returned to silence after Sun Qian left.

From behind the tombstone, Xiao Yu sighed. Sun Shidi, yes, “three years older brings golden bricks,” but there’s something I forgot to tell you—women at thirty are like tigers!

Hundreds of years old? You’ll be drained dry before you know it.

Shaking his head, Xiao Yu stepped out from behind the mound and pocketed the spirit stones Sun Qian had left.

Still, for Sun Qian, this might not be a bad outcome. In the later story, there’s a demon invasion across the Five Continents. Xuanling Sect suffers devastating losses—nearly half its elders die, and the rank-and-file disciples are wiped out.

Being supported by a wealthy woman and dying in bed beats dying on the battlefield.

Xiao Yu pulled out the shovel he’d bought for fifty points from the system and aimed it at the grave mound once more. Determined to dig up Ye Feng’s body, he raised the shovel—*thud*.

“Ahh!”

A familiar wail rang out again.

Xiao Yu dropped his hands. *Again?* Seriously? How many people are coming? You weren’t this enthusiastic when he was alive!

Quickly ducking back behind the grave, he cast his concealment spell and waited, curious about who this next visitor would be.

“Waaah! Senior Brother Ye, how could you die like this!”

A figure threw himself at the grave. This time, no kowtows—just raw grief.

“Wu… my Senior Brother Ye! You died so tragically! How could you become a cold, lifeless corpse!”

The man wept as if Ye Feng had betrayed him, abandoning him without warning.

From behind the tombstone, Xiao Yu listened to the whole thing, his face completely numb.

Wait… who the hell are you? Did you even come to the right grave?

Before the tombstone, a weak-looking man lay prostrate, sobbing. A single rhombus on his shoulder—clearly an outer sect disciple.

Xiao Yu frowned. He was certain he’d never seen this man before.

Yet the guy was crying like Ye Feng was his father.

Could he be a fan?

The man wailed for a long time, tears nearly dried up.

“Senior Brother Ye… my Senior Brother Ye…”

After a dry sob, he reached out and gently touched the black-and-white photo of Xiao Yu on the tombstone, voice full of emotion:

“Senior Brother Ye, you died so young. I never thought someone as great as you could die—before I even made it to inner sect. I was hoping that once I advanced, I might get to meet you. Ah… how unpredictable life is.”

He looked around, saw no one, then turned back to the photo, took a deep breath.

“Senior Brother Ye, now that you’re gone, there’s something I’ve kept inside for too long. I can finally say it.”

?

Say what? Did you also buy my underwear and sell it?

Xiao Yu tilted his head, confused.

Then, the man’s voice rose before the grave:

“Actually… I once bought your underwear from Brother Sun, pretending to be a junior sister… I don’t know why—I just did it. Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything. I just… kept it. Senior Brother Ye… I’ve admired you since the Disciple Competition.”

His face flushed slightly. By the end, he sounded relieved, like a burden had been lifted—while Xiao Yu’s jaw twitched uncontrollably.

What kind of fate is this?

I can take it!

“Senior Brother Ye, your handsome face, warm arms, towering figure, and inspiring story—they’ve always drawn me in, inspired me. I see you as my idol. But I know buying your underwear was wrong. So today, I’ve brought it back… I…”

He pulled a light-colored pair of underwear from his chest, handling it like a sacred relic.

“Damn it… what the hell—”

“What?!”

*Thud!*

Xiao Yu couldn’t stay hidden anymore. A man obsessing over his underwear? Fine. But doing it openly, in front of *his own photo*, as if paying tribute to a dead idol?

No way.

The man screamed, curling into a ball, face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

“Damn it! Underwear, underwear—so you’re the freak who bought it! Young and already corrupted, wanting to be a Nan Tong?”

Xiao Yu kept kicking, delivering several solid hits until the man passed out.

“It’s… not… I just wanted to burn it… A junior sister confessed to me. I thought… I shouldn’t live like this… wanted to end this… I’m not a Nan Tong…” The man mumbled before losing consciousness.

Truth was, the man was an ordinary outer sect disciple. Due to poor cultivation talent, his fiancée had broken off their engagement back home, leaving him heartbroken—until he saw Ye Feng, who’d faced the same fate.

But Ye Feng didn’t give up. In just a year, he rose from outer to inner sect and won first place in the Disciple Competition.

Inspired, the man made Ye Feng his idol and quietly followed his journey.

Later, he overheard a group of excited junior sisters talking about someone secretly selling “artifacts” of the handsome champion Ye Feng. The price was high, but they were considering pooling money.

An idol’s relic?

Interested, he joined the conversation. But the moment he approached, the girls blushed and scattered.

He chased one down, pestered her for details, and finally learned the seller’s location. Notably, that junior sister later confessed to him.

He found Sun Qian. To avoid suspicion, he claimed his “female cousin” wanted the item.

Sun Qian gave him a knowing smile: “I get it. This is popular among the girls. If your cousin wants it, the price will be high. Only one left.”

The man came from a wealthy family—money wasn’t an issue. He agreed, expecting a jade pendant or fan, maybe an autograph.

But underwear?

He was stunned. But returning it was awkward—a man buying another man’s underwear? Even as an idol’s relic, it felt strange. So he kept it at home.

When he heard of Ye Feng’s death, he decided to burn it at the grave—returning it to its owner, ending the odd chapter. With a pilgrim’s heart, he came to the tomb. That was the scene earlier.

Looking at the unconscious man, Xiao Yu knew none of this. He only picked up the underwear. As the man said, it was clean—no stains, nothing suspicious.

Not a big deal, really. The man loved Ye Feng, not Xiao Yu.

But… damn it! That was his underwear!

Xiao Yu clenched his fist. He’d thought a junior sister had bought it—when Sun Qian mentioned it, he’d even felt a tiny spark of excitement. Turns out it was a guy.

With a surge of spiritual energy, he tore the underwear into shreds—fulfilling the man’s wish. Wearing it? Impossible, even if the guy hadn’t done anything.

He searched the man’s body, found nothing else, and exhaled.

Now, priority one: dig up Ye Feng’s body.

This grave was way more crowded than expected.

He grabbed the unconscious man to toss him into the bushes—when a sharp voice rang out behind him:

“You there! What are you doing, attacking a Xuanling Sect disciple in broad daylight?!”

Crap! Spotted.

Xiao Yu dropped the man and turned. The speaker was another outer sect disciple—single rhombus on the shoulder.

“Look,” Xiao Yu said, stepping back, “he fainted from heatstroke. I was trying to help. Believe me?”

This time, he’d been smart—wearing a spirit-concealing false face. Compared to his usual handsome look, this one was plain—forgettable in a crowd.

“Hmph! Stop lying. I saw you jump out of Ye Shidi’s grave and beat him up. Do you think I’m blind?”

The outer sect disciple didn’t buy it. He drew his spirit sword, eyes locked on Xiao Yu.

No way out. Since he’d been seen committing violence, only one solution remained: silence him. Knock him out, toss him in the bushes—just like the other guy.

A flash of cold light crossed Xiao Yu’s eyes. He sized up the disciple. One-on-one? Advantage: me.

He pulled out his shovel, ready to strike—when another voice called:

“Junior Brother? What’s wrong? Why are you standing there?”

An inner sect disciple—two rhombuses on his shoulder—approached from behind, yawning. “Slacking again? At this rate, you’ll never make it to inner sect.”

“No, Senior Brother! An outsider attacked our disciple! I saw him touching the victim’s body!” The outer sect disciple quickly pointed at Xiao Yu.

“Wait—be reasonable! I didn’t do anything! I was just reclaiming what’s mine!”

“What? Someone’s here! Enemy attack!” The moment Xiao Yu spoke, the inner sect disciple noticed him. His lazy demeanor vanished. He drew his sword and stood beside the outer sect disciple, eyes sharp.

Now Xiao Yu faced two enemies.

Two? One outer, one inner. Fast work, still manageable. Two-on-one—fair fight.

“What? Enemy attack? Where?” Another disciple came running.

Now three-on-one. Xiao Yu assessed: still possible.

“Enemy attack? Hmph! Who dares disturb Xuanling Sect?” More disciples arrived, drawn by the alarm.

Four-on-one… Xiao Yu’s smile stiffened. This was looking bad.

And now he saw—behind the four, a crowd of disciples carried flowers, coming to pay respects.

At the front, some held a banner: To the Hero of Xuanling Sect—Ye Feng.

Xiao Yu remembered then—Zheng Fei’s underling had mentioned it. Today was Ye Feng’s seventh day. People would come to mourn.

Li Qingming and others had come early for private farewells. This was the main wave.

Time to leave. One-on-many? No chance. Could he knock out everyone and stuff them in bushes? Even if he could, the bushes weren’t big enough.

Just as Xiao Yu prepared to flee—

A sword shadow slashed toward him. He twisted his body, barely dodging.

“Hmph! When the forest is big, all kinds of birds appear. Are you from Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain? Daring to cause trouble on Ye Shidi’s seventh day—you must be tired of living!”

A domineering figure descended from the air, sword in hand, spiritual aura surging. Behind him loomed a massive Yanluo (King of Hell) battle avatar.

Three rhombuses on his shoulder—True Disciple.

Xiao Yu’s eyes narrowed. Luo Yanming, a famous genius of Xuanling Sect, from the powerful Luo family. His inherited totem could summon a combat avatar—like a stand-in.

Once known as one of the “Twin Dragons” with Li Qingming. One had fallen; the other stood before him.

“This is a misunderstanding,” Xiao Yu said, hands clasped. “I am Ye Feng’s elder brother, born of the same mother. I came to mourn my younger brother. As for the disciple on the ground—that was an accident.”

He was stalling—mentally contacting the system for another Qiankun Earth-Dodging Talisman.

“Brother?” The True Disciple narrowed his eyes, sensing the trick. “I’ve never heard Ye Shidi had a brother. Liar! You dare harm our disciples? Die!”

He raised his sword. The giant Yanluo avatar behind him lifted its massive blade—both slashing toward Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu grabbed the talisman the system just sent, ready to pour spiritual energy into it—when suddenly, a white figure stepped in front of him, arms spread.

“Wait, Senior Brother Luo. I believe him.”

The Yanluo blade froze. Xiao Yu’s gathered energy retreated into his dantian.

Standing before him was the one who had organized the funeral—Li Yunshang, daughter of Xuanling Sect’s leader, now a widow.

“Junior Sister Li, I know you’re heartbroken over Ye Shidi’s death, and you want to honor him. But this man is clearly lying. If he were truly his brother, why wouldn’t he announce himself? Why sneak into Xuanling Sect?

And why attack our disciple? He saw the name on the tombstone and made up this story to deceive us.”

Fearing he might hurt Li Yunshang, the True Disciple dismissed the Yanluo avatar and landed.

“No,” Li Yunshang said firmly. “I believe him. Senior Brother once told me he had an elder brother—a reclusive cultivator who feared people. He must’ve come secretly because he didn’t want to be seen. And…”

She paused, then turned. Her sunset-colored, dazzling eyes locked onto the stunned Xiao Yu.

“I’m certain. He is Senior Brother’s elder brother.”

Her eyes were bright and beautiful—but beneath them burned a fierce heat, like a hunter who had finally lured her prey into the trap.