The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Feng Xiaotian's voice trembled, and his cry of "Brother Jiuzhou" was mournful and desperate.

Shen Yifei sensed something was wrong; this didn't seem like a meeting between mortal enemies.

Looking at him like this, Feng Jiuzhou sighed, "Xiaotian, I'm alive. Aren't you disappointed?"

The tone didn't sound like someone questioning the murderer who killed them.

Shen Yifei felt that the atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, and it didn't look like enemies meeting each other with intense hatred at all.

Shen Yifei was startled, and a bold idea popped into his mind.

"Holy crap...no way..."

Upon hearing Feng Jiuzhou's sigh, Feng Xiaotian felt as if all his strength had been drained away, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Disappointed? Heh heh heh..." He lowered his head and let out a chilling laugh. "How could I be disappointed? You're alive! I'm overjoyed! I'm so happy!"

He looked up, tears streaming down his face. "Brother Jiuzhou, do you know how much I regret it now that you're dead? I regret it so much! I miss you so much!"

Feng Qingyin watched in disbelief. Feng Xiaotian, the Great Elder of the Phoenix Clan, was always a gentle, decisive, and uncompromising person. When had he ever shed a single tear in front of everyone?

But at this moment he was crying like a child, his face covered in tears and snot, and he had no trace of the dignity of the Grand Elder.

However, Feng Xiaotian's feelings at this moment were extremely conflicted. From the moment Feng Jiuzhou appeared, he had completely collapsed.

He has kept his love for Feng Jiuzhou a secret for thousands of years.

From the day he first met Feng Jiuzhou, he knew that his life would likely be intertwined with this heroic and upright man.

At that time, he was just a young boy who had just taken human form, while Feng Jiuzhou was already the most dazzling among the younger generation of the Phoenix Clan.

That white robe, that long sword that rang with the sound of a phoenix when it was drawn, those eyes that looked at him with a gentle smile.

Feng Xiaotian remembered clearly that one day Feng Jiuzhou said to him, "Kid, I think you have good potential. Follow me from now on."

With just that one sentence, he gave up his life.

For thousands of years, he followed Feng Jiuzhou in his campaigns, shielding him from harm and taking his wounds. He even spent a night drinking with Feng Jiuzhou during his most desperate times. He believed that one day Feng Jiuzhou would discover his feelings for him.

But what he got in return was that Feng Jiuzhou married another woman.

Feng Xiaotian still remembers the scene on Feng Jiuzhou's wedding day. Red candles were lit, the hall was full of guests, and Feng Jiuzhou, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, held his bride's hand, his mouth never closing.

Feng Xiaotian stood in the crowd, holding a wine glass, and smiled along.

Her eyes were red from laughing.

He didn't know how he finished the wedding banquet, nor how he got back to his lodgings. He only remembered that he vomited all night, even bringing up bile.

Later, Feng Jiuzhou's daughter, Feng Qingyin, was born, and Feng Xiaotian went to offer his congratulations. Holding the exquisitely beautiful little girl, he felt an indescribable mix of emotions.

"Xiaotian, who do you think this child looks like?" Feng Jiuzhou leaned closer, looking at his daughter in his arms with a smug expression.

"Like you." Feng Xiaotian lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"That's good. If she's like her mother, she'll definitely be a beauty in the future."

Feng Jiuzhou laughed heartily, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You should find a partner, don't always be single."

Feng Xiaotian didn't speak, he just nodded.

He knew that Feng Jiuzhou would never understand his feelings. In Feng Jiuzhou's eyes, he was just a good brother and a good partner, nothing more.

As the days went by, Feng Xiaotian's resentment grew stronger day by day.

He watched the happy family of Feng Jiuzhou, Feng Qingyin grow up day by day, and Feng Jiuzhou trust him more and more, entrusting him with all the important matters.

But so what? What he wanted was never the position of clan leader. All he wanted was for Feng Jiuzhou to look at him more and understand the feelings he had endured for thousands of years.

But Feng Jiuzhou didn't understand.

He'll never understand!

Until one day, Feng Jiuzhou said he would marry his sister Feng Ming to him!

Feng Ming is Feng Jiuzhou's half-sister.

Feng Jiuzhou only has this one younger sister, who is also the most beautiful woman in the Feng clan.

When Feng Xiaotian heard Feng Jiuzhou say that he would betroth his sister to him, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

"Feng Ming?" He looked up at Feng Jiuzhou's smiling face. "You want to marry Feng Ming to me?"

"Yes, you're not getting any younger," Feng Jiuzhou said with a sincere smile. "Although Feng Ming is a bit fiery, she's beautiful and has a high level of cultivation, making her a perfect match for you."

Feng Jiuzhou mistook Feng Xiaotian's shocked expression for one of being overjoyed...

What could Feng Xiaotian say?

He said the person he likes is Feng Jiuzhou, not some Feng Ming!!

So, all these thousands of years he's been by your side, isn't it all for some damn sister?

He said that seeing you and your wife being so loving every day makes him feel like his heart is being stabbed piece by piece with a knife?

He can't say.

He had kept these words bottled up for thousands of years, they had remained buried deep inside him.

To Feng Jiuzhou's surprise, Feng Ming didn't like Feng Xiaotian at all; she could tell that something was wrong with him.

As a result, Feng Ming and Feng Jiuzhou had a huge argument.

Later, Fengming ran away from home and was never heard from again.

Not long after Feng Ming left, Feng Jiuzhou's wife, Feng Qingyin's mother, died suddenly for unknown reasons.

After Feng Jiuzhou's wife died suddenly, Feng Xiaotian stood outside the mourning hall for three days and three nights.

He watched as Feng Jiuzhou buried his wife's body in the grove of paulownia trees behind Luofeng Mountain, and watched him kneel before the grave holding the young Feng Qingyin, as if his soul had been ripped away.

Feng Xiaotian stood at a distance, looking at the once spirited man now so haggard, and the string in his heart that had been taut for thousands of years suddenly snapped.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Since I can't have the people of Feng Jiuzhou, I'll get the Phoenix Clan instead.

If I can't have him, then I'll replace him.

Only in this way can Feng Jiuzhou take him seriously and regard him as a true opponent, rather than a little follower who will always be following him around.

So he poisoned it.

That jar of Phoenix Spirit Wine was brewed by him personally, and he also delivered it himself.

As Feng Jiuzhou drank the jar of wine, he was still joking with him, "Xiaotian, your winemaking skills are getting better and better. After I step down, you can brew wine for me, and we brothers can enjoy a few years of peace and quiet."

Feng Xiaotian held up his wine glass, smiled, and said, "Alright, I'll brew you the best wine then."

Then Feng Jiuzhou collapsed.

As he fell, he was still looking at Feng Xiaotian, his eyes filled with incomprehension and confusion, but without resentment.

Feng Xiaotian remembered that look in his eyes for a long time.

So long that he thought he had forgotten, so long that he thought he could sit in that position with a clear conscience.

But when Feng Jiuzhou actually stood in front of him again, all his defenses collapsed completely in that instant.