After some time, the brothers reached Wang Tian's secluded courtyard. They entered and made their way to the backyard, settling across from each other at the weathered stone table beneath the moonlit sky.
Wang Tian sat in silence, his gaze steady, waiting for Wang Jian to speak. But Wang Jian fidgeted, words tangled in his throat—where to even begin? A faint smile tugged at Wang Tian's lips. He broke the quiet first. "Hmm. You said you had something to tell me. What is it?"
Wang Jian met his brother's eyes. Wang Tian's face was a mask of calm, betraying nothing. It unnerved him further. He'd never hidden anything from his Big Brother before—this was uncharted ground. Swallowing hard, he gathered his courage. "Big Brother, that is..."
Before he could finish, Wang Tian's voice cut through like a drawn blade—calm, yet piercing. "Before you say more... I welcome the senior to come out to sit and have a chat."
Wang Jian froze. Jian Feng's presence stirred within the bracelet, a ripple in his soul sense. They had expected this—but not so soon. With a flicker of ethereal light, Jian Feng materialized before them, his spectral form towering yet translucent, sword intent humming faintly in the air.
"How did you find me?" Jian Feng demanded, his tone edged with wary respect.
Wang Tian merely smiled, offering no answer. Instead, he activated his Attribute Eyes, scanning the ancient soul.
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**Name:** Jian Feng
**Age:** 3050 years
**Clan:** Jian Clan (Upper Realm)
**Title:** Sword Sovereign
**Cultivation:** Half-Step Divine Transcendence Realm
**Constitution:** Immortal Sword Body
**Condition:** Betrayed by his family, reduced to a soul body. Recently accepted Wang Jian as disciple; seeks body reconstruction.
*Upper Realm? Divine Transcendence?* Wang Tian's pulse quickened, surprise flashing briefly before he masked it with respect. He turned to Jian Feng, who frowned in confusion and glanced at his disciple.
"Brother," Wang Jian said quickly, sensing the shift, "let me introduce him. This is my master, Sword Sovereign Jian Feng—from the Upper Realm. His family betrayed him, leaving him like this. The bracelet is his artifact; he's resided within it." He paused, gauging Wang Tian's reaction. To his astonishment, his brother remained as still as a mountain pond.
Emboldened, Wang Jian pressed on, recounting everything in a rush: their meeting, his own Chaos Sword Divine Body, and the vow to aid his masters body reconstruction. He held nothing back.
Wang Tian listened without a word, cross-referencing every detail with his Attribute Eyes. It all aligned perfectly. Relief eased the knot in his chest. He met their gazes squarely.
"Senior Jian," he said, voice grave with a subtle edge of warning, "I am no scholar of realms or peerless powerhouse like you. But family is my dao—my clan, my brother, above all else. As long as you bring no harm to Wang Jian or our Wang Clan, I object to nothing. And if I can... I'll aid your body reconstruction with all I have."
Jian Feng nodded, grasping the unspoken fear. Human nature was selfish, after all; caution was wisdom. "Patriarch Wang worries needlessly. Such betrayal will never touch your brother. In over three thousand years, he's my first true disciple—I'd sooner shatter my sword heart than harm him. I swear it on my dao."
Wang Jian's heart warmed at his master's vow, a quiet joy blooming. Across the table, Wang Tian's tension melted into an assured smile, satisfaction settling like resolved qi.
Rising smoothly, Wang Tian offered a light bow of respect. Wang Jian followed suit, mirroring his brother. "I thank Senior for accepting him," Wang Tian said. "He is blessed."
Jian Feng returned a nod, his spectral form flickering with approval. "He is indeed blessed—not because he became my disciple, but because he has a brother like you and a clan like your Wang Clan. And also, Young Jian's talent runs deep—raw, but bound less so the blessing is mine to have him as my disciple ."
