Justice may be late, but it will never be covered up.

After the Foundation Establishment Pills were sold, the auction gradually came to a close.

In a mere border town where the highest cultivation base was barely at the Golden Core realm, what good things could there possibly be?

After watching for a long while, there was nothing that caught his interest.

Lacking interest, Ye Shu returned to the reception room and closed his eyes to rest. Not long after, the auction ended. Qian Jiang walked over holding a bulging storage bag, wearing a very peculiar expression.

Here. After deducting the handling fee, it is a total of eighteen thousand spirit stones. Count them.

No need to count.

Ye Shu took the bag and looked at his barely suppressed expression, asking suspiciously, What are you laughing at?

Nothing, I just thought of something happy.

Qian Jiang strained to keep a straight face.

Could I possibly tell you that your father spent twenty thousand spirit stones to buy the Foundation Establishment Pills you sold? Your own family passed it from the left hand to the right, letting me earn two thousand spirit stones for nothing!

What could be more joyous than scamming a brother?

No, I cannot laugh yet.

I must hold it in!

I will wait until Ye Shu leaves to laugh.

Qian Jiang forcefully suppressed his smile, keeping a straight face as he asked, You mentioned two things earlier. The first was selling these Foundation Establishment Pills. What is the second thing?

This second thing.

Ye Shu's tone became serious. He took out a recording stone from his robes and placed it on the table. I want you to spread this recording everywhere.

Qian Jiang took the recording stone, and his expression suddenly changed.

The scene within was shocking—in the lush Demonic Beast Mountain Range, a breathtakingly beautiful figure stood on the air, her expression indifferent. Meanwhile, a man whose flesh and blood were cracked all over sat cross-legged. His left hand held a longsword wreathed in roaring blue flames, and his eyes were closed as he breathed.

In the visual, there was also half a figure whose face was unseen. Only a fluttering pink dress was visible, accompanied by a crisp yet fearful voice—

May I ask for your name, miss?

You are not worthy of knowing.

Have I ever offended you?

Never.

Have I ever met you?

Never.

Have I done any wicked deeds in the past that disgusted you, causing you to hunt me down all the way here?

Never.

As the voice faded, crystal-like droplets seemed to fall from the side of the pink dress. It was unknown whether it was rain or tears. The man with his eyes closed suddenly opened them and fiercely swung his sword.

The sword light was as dazzling as a rainbow, blinding enough to make one shut their eyes.

The scene abruptly ended there.

Qian Jiang was completely stunned after watching the recording. It took him a good while to recover, his back completely drenched in cold sweat.

The angle of this recording bead was chosen extremely trickily.

It made one feel as if they were right there, stepping into the shoes of the cross-legged man, directly facing the unfathomable, condescending killing intent of that celestial fairy.

And then?

Qian Jiang could not help but ask.

He desperately wanted to know if the protagonist in the recording survived.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. Damn it, the protagonist of the recording was standing right here, perfectly fine. How could he not have survived?

But that was what made it even more unbelievable.

Because the aloof fairy in the scene had not stated her identity, yet everyone in the Taiwu Dynasty, as long as they had stepped into the path of cultivation, knew who she was.

The Sect Master of the Yunxiao Sect—Feng Mengli.

And what was his brother Ye Shu's cultivation level?

The Ninth Level of Qi Condensation!

What was Feng Mengli's cultivation level?

The Peak of the Soul Formation Realm!

Putting aside why Feng Mengli would kill him for no reason, just the fact that Ye Shu was standing here perfectly fine was already a miracle!

This was simply impossible!

Qian Jiang felt his worldview taking a massive hit, and in the next second, his worldview completely collapsed.

Oh, it was nothing much, really.

Ye Shu smiled and waved his hand, his tone as casual as if he were saying he had eaten thirty small buns for breakfast today. After that, I successfully counter-killed her and chopped her head off with a single sword strike. It is just a pity that the woman had a scapegoat doll and managed to escape.

If these words came out of anyone else's mouth, Qian Jiang would have given them a million just to get lost.

But solely because it was Ye Shu, he believed it.

Because his brother never lied.

He also realized why Ye Shu wanted him to spread this recording. It was for revenge—revenge against Feng Mengli. That was why the angle of the recording was so tricky, ensuring that everyone who saw it would be immersed in Ye Shu's perspective, feeling the despair of being hunted down by a supreme expert for absolutely no reason.

You are... trying to ruin her reputation completely...

Rather than feeling fear, Qian Jiang trembled all over.

A kind of excitement, an indescribable thrill instantly filled his entire body. A Foundation Establishment cultivator and a nobody at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation scheming against a lofty Soul Formation mighty figure?

Heh heh... heh heh heh...

Hahahahaha!

Qian Jiang could not help but burst into loud laughter. He slammed the table and said with boundless heroic spirit, I will take this job. Rest assured!

Justice may be late, but it will never be covered up!

Looking at Qian Jiang's excited appearance, Ye Shu could not help but smile faintly.

Qian Jiang was the same kind of person as him.

When facing those high and mighty existences, they would never feel fear; they would only feel the thrill of challenging authority.

That was why they were brothers.

After a long time, Qian Jiang finally calmed down.

After calming down, another question arose.

Who was that woman?

What was the relationship between the woman in the pink dress in the recording and Ye Shu? Why was she asking questions on his behalf?

Who is that?

Qian Jiang could not help but ask.

I cannot say.

Ye Shu shook his head. Leaking someone's personal information without authorization is an infringement of portrait rights, you know?

You...

Qian Jiang was so exasperated he laughed. Then has not Feng Mengli also been exposed by you?

That is different. Feng Mengli is a criminal.

Criminals do not have portrait rights.

...

That made so much sense, it was impossible to refute.

Anyway, I leave this matter to you. I suggest you use the resources of the Wordless Pavilion to spread it. Humble justice naturally sounds more convincing when voiced by humble people.

Ye Shu patted him on the shoulder and said seriously.

Do not worry, I know what I am doing.

Good, then I will take my leave. I await your good news.

It was not until Ye Shu's figure disappeared at the entrance of the auction house that an old man walked out from behind a folding screen. He looked at Qian Jiang with deep concern. Young Master, are you really going to get involved in this? That is the Sect Master of the Yunxiao Sect. To offend the Yunxiao Sect for a nineteen-year-old at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation, I am afraid the family will have quite a few complaints...

A nineteen-year-old at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation?

Qian Jiang suddenly smiled.

You only see that he is nineteen and at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation.

But what you did not see is that, just a month ago, he was merely a cripple with no cultivation base whatsoever.

This...

Elder Mo fell completely silent.

Reaching the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation in a single month would make one a renowned, peerless genius even in the Central Province. And those geniuses were backed by bloodlines and nurtured with countless natural heavenly treasures.

But this one... is so poor that he even brought out his Foundation Establishment Pills to sell.

"Do you know what my brother's life was like in the past?" Qian Jiang continued. "He failed to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm at the age of five, losing all his cultivation and becoming a cripple. An ordinary person would have been utterly crushed long ago."

"But he is different."

"He is far too clear-headed."

Speaking up to here, Qian Jiang's eyes grew profound.

"If it were you or me, as a genius, we would undoubtedly be surrounded by people like stars orbiting the moon, smug and complacent, fully believing ourselves to be the chosen ones. Then, suddenly falling from grace overnight, we would become bitter and blame everyone and everything."

"But he wasn't like that."

"He was like a... cripple... no, a mirror."

Qian Jiang pondered for a long time before coming up with this description. "If you approach, he steps forward; if you leave, he steps back. He neither rejects nor begs you to stay."

"It sounds ridiculous."

"Actually, the longer I have known him, the more I feel like this person is a protagonist right out of a storybook. I feel that if a storybook protagonist truly existed, they would look exactly like him."

"And as for me..."

Qian Jiang smiled self-deprecatingly, "I am just trying hard to latch onto him, just to become a supporting character."

Hearing this, Elder Mo was shocked.

His Young Master was already the person with the highest potential he had seen in the clan. Otherwise, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator like him wouldn't be willing to follow a Foundation Establishment cultivator and call himself an old servant.

And what did the Young Master just say?

He could only be a supporting character???

"You hold him in such high regard?"

"This isn't my evaluation of him." Qian Jiang slowly turned around and walked to the window. "This should be the evaluation of the future historians of this continent."

He gazed out the window, his thoughts slowly drifting back to that snowy night.

"Qian Jiang, the clan is transferring you to Star City to be the manager of the Star City Auction House. You're in luck."

"What about Moon City?"

"Someone will come to take your place."

"...Alright..."

That year, snow fell on a white night. Passing by the Ye family estate, he suddenly heard a voice: "Sigh, another pitiful corporate slave."

A teenage boy was squatting at the door, poking dog poop with a foxtail grass while looking up with a smile, "Brother, have you ever thought about starting a business with me?"

"I'll provide the manpower, and you provide the money."

"Start a business?"

"I have the money. Where are the people? And what will we do?"

"My people are all over the world!" The boy opened his arms wide, making a gesture of embracing the world. "As for what to do, you're a smart person. You'll understand at a glance."

"Give me two copper coins. My people are paid per job."

"Take it."

The boy took the money, trotted happily across the street, and tossed the coins into a beggar's bowl. "Brother, let me ask you, did the manager of the Moon City Auction House go out today?"

"What... what's a manager? I don't know!"

The beggar looked at the boy with a bewildered face.

"........."

"Heh... Hahahahahahahaha!"

Even today, Qian Jiang couldn't help but laugh out loud when he recalled the scene from that day.

He looked at the beggars lining both sides of the street, his gaze deep.

"Brother, if we keep giving money to the beggars, what if they get rich, stop being beggars, and turn their lives around?"

"Are you an idiot!"

"Who knows more, a beggar or a peddler working in a shop? Our troop types come with an automatic upgrade function, and you're complaining about it."

"Damn, brother, you are an absolute genius!"

"Of course! Follow me, and even a pig could fly!"

As the saying goes—

The great roc rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand miles into the sky!