After a moment, Wang Jian gave Wang Tian a searching look before quietly asking Jian Feng, “Master, what do you mean by that?”

  Jian Feng’s voice echoed in his mind. “Jian’er, didn’t you tell me your brother was only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, always busy with family affairs and having little time for his own cultivation?”

  Wang Jian nodded, still puzzled. “Yes, Master, my brother is only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm and always so busy with the clan’s matters. Is something wrong with him?” Worry crept into Wang Jian’s voice at the thought.

  Sensing his disciple’s concern, Jian Feng offered a reassuring smile. “There is nothing wrong, in fact, it is a very good thing.” His words calmed Wang Jian, who cherished his elder brother above all else. Though the family had always loved and protected him, he had lost track of his parents and refused to let anything happen to Wang Tian too.

  Jian Feng’s voice grew softer, yet filled with awe. “Jian’er, your brother isn’t simply at the peak of Nascent Soul Realm—he is at the peak of the Soul Formation Realm, just one step away from the Dragon Transformation Realm. Not only that, the sword energy he carries tells me he has reached Great Success in Sword Intent.”

  A jolt of shock passed through Wang Jian as he glanced at his brother with new respect. He always held Wang Tian in high regard, but at this moment, he realized that even he had never truly understood the depths of his brother’s strength. To be a peak Soul Formation cultivator at such a young age, nearly stepping into the legendary Dragon Transformation Realm, was unheard of—even the empire’s most talented geniuses, like Wu Ruolan, would struggle to match such an achievement. To top it off, mastering Great Success in Sword Intent was nearly impossible without a rare sword-type body, something Jian Feng had told him would usually take a hundred years.

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  A sudden question rose up in Wang Jian’s mind. “Master, is it possible my brother also has a sword-type body?”

  Jian Feng’s reply was serious. “I cannot say for sure, but I do not sense the characteristics of a sword-type constitution from him. Yet there is something unique, hidden deep within your brother.”

  Jian Feng went on, his voice tinged with astonishment. “What surprises me even more, though, is that your brother greatly resembles my own master.”

  Wang Jian could hardly contain his surprise. He blurted out, “What?”—his outcry echoing through the hall. At once, every eye in the grand hall turned to him.

  Gathering himself quickly, Wang Jian managed an embarrassed smile. Wang Tian’s eyes softened with concern. “Jian’er, are you alright? Why did you shout all of a sudden?”

  The elders looked on in surprise and worry. Flustered, Wang Jian tried to cover up his shock, “It’s nothing, Brother. I just suddenly remembered the bet with the Radiant Cloud Sect. I got angry thinking about it and shouted without meaning to.”

  Yet his weak excuse did little to satisfy Wang Tian, who narrowed his eyes and activated his Attribute Eyes to study his younger brother.

  **Name:** Wang Jian

  **Age:** 18

  **Lifespan:** 120 years

  **Clan:** Wang Clan

  **Cultivation:** Peak Qi-Gathering Realm

  **Constitution:** Chaos Sword Divine Body

  **Techniques:** Light Sword Technique (High-level Mortal), Swift Steps (Mid-level Mortal)

  Everything matched with what Wang Tian had known, but his gaze caught on the bracelet at Wang Jian’s wrist. To his astonishment, information surfaced:

  Chaos Jade Bracelet: A divine artifact forged from Chaos Black Jade by a master weapon refiner, it houses a powerful living soul and can guard its wearer in times of crisis, even nourishing the soul within.

  Wang Tian stared at Wang Jian, his heart pounding with surprise and amazement. He never imagined his brother had encountered such a great opportunity. In that moment, a new chapter quietly began for the Wang family.