101 My Dear Brother (1/2)

That was the first time that Wang Baole had received a call for help from a Dao College schoolmate ever since entering the Spirit Breath Village. There was, after all, a limit to the range of the jade slip when it was used as a helpline. Unless it was close by, it would not be transmitted successfully due to magnetic interference in the area.

That was not only unique to Ethereal Dao College. It was the same case for the other three Dao Colleges as well, but regardless of that shortcoming, the jade slip had a certain usefulness. Right now, Wang Baole had his head lowered as he stared at the jade slip with his full attention. As spiritual energy surged into the jade slip, he managed to ascertain the location of the other party and made his way there at breakneck speed.

Previously, Wang Baole had rendered helped to all his schoolmates whom he met on the way to the best of his abilities. As the Three Rolls Head Prefect of Ethereal Dao College's Dharmic Armament faculty, he felt that he could not ignore others when they needed help.

It was partially his own nature to act this way, but he was also driven by the high officials' autobiographies that he had read the past, where he saw the importance of building connections, which hinged on making more friends.

Helping others is one of the fastest ways to make an impression and develop friendships. Therefore, Wang Baole felt that helping others was something that he delighted himself in and it aligned with the principles that he had read about in the high officials' autobiographies. He took the initiative and closed in on the location that the jade slip pointed to.

Before Wang Baole was a valley located in the area that the jade slip was pointing toward. In the valley, Zhuo Yifan was like a kite whose string had been severed as he tumbled in the air and slammed heavily into the ground.

As fresh blood seeped out from his mouth, the emergency communication jade slip that he was clutching in his hands also rolled away.

The injured Zhuo Yifan knelt on the ground with his hand supporting him. He was disheveled and extremely beaten. His body was wounded in many areas and his eyes were crimson red, filled with indignation and mania. He growled and threw a death stare at the figure in front of him… the figure of a youth that looked extremely similar to him!

”Zhuo Yixian!”

That youth was Zhuo Yixian, a handsome chap dressed in a white robe. He looked immensely floaty. He stood there, retracting the leg that he had used to kick Zhuo Yifan, and looked smilingly at him.

”Indignant, huh, my younger brother?”

When Zhuo Yixian spoke, waves of laughter emerged from behind him. Not far away were six students from White Deer Dao College who were dressed in white Daoist robes. Each of them was advanced in their combat capabilities, with most of them already possessing the six-inch Spirit Root. They all looked relaxed and supercilious as they surrounded a seven-inch Spirit Root that had been severely injured.

That seven-inch Spirit Root was not faceless but had instead already morphed into Zhuo Yifan's appearance!

In this scenario, it seemed apparent that Zhuo Yixian had led the students from his college to stop Zhuo Yifan from absorbing the seven-inch True Breath so that they could get the Spirit Root instead!

”Head Prefect Yixian, so this is the useless younger brother that keeps trying to challenge you, the one you've been talking about all the time?”

”Someone who couldn't get admitted into White Deer Dao College and had to enter Ethereal Dao College instead… What capabilities would he have?”

The people who were surrounding Zhuo Yifan's seven-inch Spirit Root jeered.

”I've embarrassed myself in front of all of you. When everything is concluded, I'll give everyone a treat as a celebration for all of you in successfully gaining admission to the Upper Academy of White Deer Dao College.” Zhuo Yixian's smile was like the spring winds, courteous in its own right.

All six students from White Deer Dao College laughed heartily. They adored Zhuo Yixian's forthrightness. At the same time, they were more than willing to be acquainted with this exceptional Head Prefect who was the cream of the crop of all the students in White Deer Dao College.

Seeing that the entire situation has progressed beyond the point of possible redemption, Zhuo Yifan pitifully spurted fresh blood from his mouth. He was indignant but also helpless. Even if the seven-inch Spirit Root was right before his eyes, it was beyond his reach, and everything was simply pitiful.

Even though he was the Head Prefect of the Combat faculty and had worked extremely diligently for the past year, when faced with his elder brother who had outperformed him in every possible way since they were young, he was no match for him at all.

Not to mention the fact that he had six other helpers. They did not even need to attack him, for the simple act of them surrounding the seven-inch Spirit Root was sufficient to land him in despair.

”My dear younger brother, as the illegitimate son of the family, the fact that you could gain admission into Ethereal Dao College shows the magnanimity of our dear father. As the bastard child of that unworthy wife, attaining the six-inch state is the best you can do.” Zhuo Yixian's smile remained on his face as he squatted down in front of Zhuo Yifan and patted his face.

”As for the seven-inch Spirit Root, don't you even think about it.”

The green veins on Zhuo Yifan's face twitched as he was being insulted. His eyes grew more bloodshot, and he tightened his clenched fist even more forcefully, to the point where the blood vessels on the back of his hand were about to burst.

Just as he wanted to retaliate, his elder brother threw him a cold look before punching him directly on the chest, causing fresh blood to spew from his mouth once again. The energy that he had strained to muster was dispersed by Zhuo Yixian's attack.