Why Is My Proud Senior Brother Looking at Me Like That?

Jiang Xingzhou was just over eleven when he arrived in this world. He was panic-stricken. When he saw a blood-soaked boy crawl out from a pile of corpses, he shook off the boy’s hand and ran toward the light without looking back. Only later did Jiang Xingzhou learn that the boy was his betrothed. His fiancé’s cultivation foundation had been destroyed, and his entire family was dead. His worried mother had gone gray at the temples, and she carefully asked Jiang Xingzhou whether he still liked him. Jiang Xingzhou shook his head. So the Jiang family broke off the engagement with the Lu family. He saw Lu Changjue again when he was eighteen and joined the Taixu Sect. Everyone envied him: though his talent was only average, he had loving parents, and the sect leader had taken him as a disciple as soon as he joined the sect. Jiang Xingzhou blushed, unable to hold his head up. Then a pair of black boots stopped in front of him. The crowd fell silent. After an awkward pause, they greeted the newcomer: “Senior Brother.” Jiang Xingzhou secretly raised his eyes. The man had black hair tied high and a handsome, commanding presence. His dark eyes lowered to look at Jiang Xingzhou. After a long moment, he finally said, “Junior Brother Jiang.” Jiang Xingzhou was puzzled. That voice sounded familiar. - Lu Changjue began cultivating at five, reached Foundation Establishment at eight, and learned at eleven that he was betrothed to someone. At sixteen, both his parents were dead and his cultivation foundation was destroyed. That day, Jiang’s mother had him stand behind a screen while she asked Jiang Xingzhou how he felt, intending to make him give up. Jiang Xingzhou said he didn’t like him. But he also said, “Lu Changjue is so pitiful. If he’s willing, Mother, why not bring him to live with us? It would be a way to repay the Lu family’s kindness.” The young boy’s long lashes fluttered. His dark eyes were brimming with tears, and his voice was timid. Every word revealed the innocent naivety of someone raised in pampered comfort. At eighteen, Lu Changjue came upon a fortuitous opportunity. At twenty, he joined the Taixu Sect and distinguished himself at the Immortal Sects Tournament. By twenty-three, his mastery of the sword was complete, and he had become the Senior Brother everyone revered. When he heard that Jiang Xingzhou had joined the Taixu Sect, Lu Changjue came out of seclusion early. He rode his sword and the breeze to appear before Jiang Xingzhou. Jiang Xingzhou secretly looked at him. Jiang Xingzhou didn’t recognize him. Jiang Xingzhou was even a little afraid of him. That day, Lu Changjue overheard Jiang Xingzhou whispering to someone else, “I have someone I like. You must never tell Senior Brother. He’s so stuffy and proper, and has renounced all worldly feelings. If he finds out, he’ll punish me again.” With those few words, Lu Changjue developed a heart demon. *The cover does not represent the characters and will be changed Theme: .