They Stole My Immortal Root for My Brother, and Now My Parents Regret It

I was a cultivation prodigy, one seen only once in a century, yet I played the useless fool for ten whole years. My parents treated me as a sacrifice, making me pave the way for my older brother. He was brilliant and renowned, while I lived in a shabby room, withered away to skin and bones.

“Yan is your older brother, after all.”

“With your talent, you can afford to wait a few more years before cultivating, can’t you?” After I once again transferred my true energy to my brother, my mother urged me as if it were only natural.

But she didn’t know that I had exhausted my strength, day after day, for decades. My dantian had long since been drained dry. I once naively believed that if I gave enough, they would love me. Sadly, I was wrong. You can never make someone love you by trying to earn their affection.

Later, I faked my death and escaped. I watched coldly as my brother went mad and my parents were consumed by regret. This time, I was the one who didn’t want them.