Overriding the Heaven

"withering frostheart!" An unquenchable excitement flashed in Kong Ci's eyes, to the point where his body was faintly trembling.    

    

Taking in a deep breath, Kong Ci suppressed the violent beating of his heart, and asked again in a dry voice: "The withering frostheart is the only medicinal ingredient that treats my brother, can you please give it to me? I, Kong Ci, will definitely give it to you for good news."    

    

After saying that, Kong Ci held his breath, waiting for the other party's reply.    

    

At this moment, almost everyone was so nervous that it was hard to breathe.    

    

The surrounding air seemed to have stopped flowing at this moment.    

    

In the blink of an eye, dozens of years passed.    

    

After a while, the other black cloaked cultivator raised his hand and slowly pushed down the arm of his companion who was holding onto the withering frostheart.    

    

"You don't want to?!" Seeing this scene, Kong Ci's eyes dimmed and his mouth turned bitter.    

    

He had already expected this result.    

    

But with the withering frostheart right in front of him, how could he give up.    

    

His dejected mood lasted for only a moment before Kong Ci raised his head again, a light flickering in his eyes: "If Fellow Daoist has any needs, please speak your mind, this withering frostheart today is related to my little brother's life, so as long as Fellow Daoist is willing to give it to me, I am willing to pay any price."    

    

"Big brother!" Kong Yu exclaimed.    

    

Because the condition of Kong Ci, by talking about it himself, and bringing it up to the other party, were two entirely different concepts.    

    

If the other party were to let you use your life in exchange, would you really pay with your life?    

    

Kong Ci looked at Kong Yu, shook his head and said determinedly: "I have decided on this matter, you do not need to say anymore."    

    

With that, he turned to the two black cloaked cultivators once more. "What do you think, fellow cultivator? "Please think about it."    

    

"The decision of the withering frostheart is not in my hands." At this moment, the cultivator that had just suppressed his companion's arm let out a sound.    

    

This voice sounded very young, as though he was around the same age as the crowd.    

    

However, no one noticed that the moment Chu Yan heard this cultivator's voice, it was as if he was struck by lightning. His body stiffened on the spot, and the expression on his face froze.    

    

His eyes flickered with shock, confusion, nervousness, confusion, anger, grievance, hatred, reminiscence, and many other emotions.    

    

"If it isn't in the hands of Fellow Daoist, then who has it?" Kong Ci hurriedly asked.    

    

What he was most afraid of was not that the other party would not agree to his conditions, but that he would not speak.    

    

As long as the other party spoke up, there was room for negotiation.    

    

Therefore, he hurriedly asked.    

    

"The decision is obviously — —" The cultivator raised his hand and pointed at the crowd from afar. His tone was sharp and sinister, "Chu Yan is here."    

    

"Chu Yan?"    

    

"Chu Yan!"    

    

"How did he know Chu Yan?"    

    

"You know Chu Yan?"    

    

"Chu Yan, who is he?"    

    

The moment the other party called out his name, everyone revealed an expression of surprise, and all of them looked at Chu Yan.    

    

At this moment, Chu Yan only felt a sense of numbness, as though it was lightning. It went up his spine all the way to the back of his head.    

    

At this moment, all of the blood in his body was gushing to his brain, and his back felt numb.    

    

It was him!    

    

It was him!    

    

In Chu Yan's heart, he shouted loudly.    

    

Although Wusilanma had already warned him beforehand, Chu Yan was already prepared to meet her at any time.    

    

However, Chu Yan would never have thought that in such a short amount of time since he came to the Thousand Goblins Graveyard, he would actually meet that person!    

    

"Who are you?" Lin Miaoran noticed that something was amiss with Chu Yan, and immediately turned to ask the black cloaked cultivator.    

    

That person retracted his hand, slowly lifting up his cape, revealing a handsome face, yet at the same time giving off a demonic vibe.    

    

Without replying to Lin Miaoran, the cultivator's gaze was fixated on Chu Yan, his mouth raised, and laughed sinisterly: "Big brother, long time no see."    

    

"Big brother!"    

    

It was a title he hadn't heard in three years.    

    

At this moment, he was full of sarcasm.    

    

"Big brother?" Everyone became even more puzzled.    

    

Before this, no one heard Chu Yan mentioning that he had a younger brother.    

    

Even Lin Miaoran was stunned for a moment, her gaze continuing to shift between Chu Yan and the face that was just revealed.    

    

Now that they had a closer look, everyone realized that the face under the cape and Chu Yan's outline did indeed look a little similar.    

    

But —    

    

The same question, why had Chu Yan never mentioned it before?    

    

"Chu Yan, he really is... Your brother? " After some hesitation, Lin Miaoran still asked.    

    

After the initial shock, Chu Yan had already recovered from it.    

    

Meeting in advance, wasn't that what he had always been looking forward to!    

    

After reacting to it, Chu Yan had already returned to normal, the stiffness of his body from before had also disappeared, and his mind was no longer blank.    

    

Looking at the face under the cold cloak that had slightly changed from his memories, Chu Yan coldly said: "I used to be, but now I'm not."    

    

On the journey to Southern Yuan Kingdom, Chu Yan had already found out about his background.    

    

Since he wasn't born of Chu Qiangdong, then it naturally had nothing to do with the person in front of him.    

    

The only reason why he addressed him as big brother was because the other party was mocking him.    

    

"Indeed, it has been a long time. Chu Xing, the way you are now, is getting more and more annoying." Chu Yan coldly snorted.    

    

's attitude right now was equivalent to confirming what Chu Xing had just said.    

    

No matter what that incomprehensible "in the past, but now is not" meant, at least there was a small problem, and that was that the person in front of him, was indeed's brother.    

    

"Chu Yan, you have a little brother?" Li Xiu asked doubtfully.    

    

"Your relationship doesn't seem to be that good." Cao Feng said.    

    

Lin Miaoran also looked at Chu Yan in confusion.    

    

As the betrothed party, although Lin Miaoran had rejected the marriage that year, in fact, she had secretly asked around about Chu Yan.    

    

At that time, her grandfather had repeatedly said that in this generation of the Chu Clan, Chu Yan was the only one.    

    

But now, who was this guy who looked similar to Chu Yan and was even recognized by Chu Yan?    

    

In Chu Xing's eyes, there was no one else.    

    

In fact, the moment he saw Chu Yan, he was also shocked.    

    

Because, he never would have thought that he would meet Chu Yan here.    

    

This kind of feeling made him think that he was mistaken for a moment.    

    

But very quickly, Chu Xing was certain that the person in front of him was Chu Yan!    

    

It was because that aura was truly too familiar to him.    

    

There had been a period of time in the past when Chu Xing felt that he had walked out of Chu Yan's shadow.    

    

But from today's meeting, he realized that Chu Yan's shadow had always been there, and had never left at all!    

    

This was also what made Chu Xing angry at the moment.    

    

However, at this moment, there was nothing on his face. Only his hands, which were hidden under the cloak, were tightly clenching into fists. Even his fingernails were about to pierce through his palms.