Because today is the special day of the family’s “Wen Tian Assembly.”

The family elders attach great importance to the Wen Tian Assembly, and every family member must attend.

Whenever he thought of the “Wen Tian Assembly,” Brian Young couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. In his current state, attending the assembly—who knows what the outcome would be.

Sitting in the courtyard for a moment to regulate his breath, feeling the emptiness of his mana, Brian Young finally understood the weakness of mortals.

Without mana, he was just an ordinary person.

In the world of cultivation, he would be considered a cripple!

As the rising sun cast a faint red glow across the sky, Young Fortress gradually became lively.

Today is the important day of the “Wen Tian Assembly,” and the family members got up earlier than usual.

Brian Young stood up, let out a light sigh, and muttered to himself, “What must come will come eventually…”

He was curious to see, at his lowest point, how many people would still treat him sincerely.

Just as Brian Young stood up, a gentle and pleasant voice came from outside the courtyard:

“Brother Yang, it’s me, Amanda Young. May I come in?”

“The door’s not locked, come in.”

Brian Young replied calmly.

“Great! Brother Yang, you haven’t left yet. Why don’t we go together…”

Dressed in splendid attire and as beautiful as a flower, Amanda Young suddenly froze, staring at the pale-faced, white-haired Brian Young across from her.

“Ah—”

Amanda Young covered her mouth in shock, her face full of alarm.

“Brother Yang… what happened to you? Why has your hair turned white?”

Amanda Young asked in a trembling voice, her gaze darting away from Brian Young as she realized something shocking.

“Junior sister, what’s going on?”

At that moment, Gregory Young, dressed in a purple brocade robe, rushed into the courtyard. His gaze fell on Brian Young, and he was momentarily stunned.

“Junior brother, your hair…”

Gregory Young was taken aback at first, but as his eyes landed on Brian Young, he too immediately noticed something shocking.

“Could it be that you, Brian Young, suffered a cultivation mishap, and also…”

Gregory Young seemed uncertain, pausing and waiting for Brian Young’s response.

“That’s right, just as you guessed. I had a mishap while cultivating. Not only that, but I’ve also lost all my cultivation…”

Brian Young said calmly, his white hair looking especially desolate in the morning breeze.

“Junior brother, you… you’ve lost your cultivation?”

Gregory Young’s mouth dropped open, and an uncontrollable hint of joy flashed across his face, though he quickly concealed it.

A trace of pity appeared on Amanda Young’s pretty face, but she soon regained her composure, turning her face away and refusing to look at Brian Young again.

Gregory Young felt elated, more comfortable than ever before. He walked up to Brian Young, patted him on the shoulder, and feigned kindness: “Junior brother Brian Young, don’t lose heart. With your talent, even if you’ve lost your cultivation, it’s not impossible to recover it.”

“Thank you for your kindness, senior brother.”

There was not a trace of despair on Brian Young’s face as he replied calmly.

But in his heart, he sneered. In the world of cultivation, if you lose all your power, how difficult is it to return to your former level?

Cultivation is just like martial arts in the mortal world—if you miss the best age, trying to train again will be twice the effort for half the result, and extremely difficult.

“Senior brother Gregory Young, let’s go…”

Amanda Young smiled at Gregory Young, took his hand affectionately, and left Brian Young’s courtyard.

Gregory Young was overjoyed. Without Brian Young as an obstacle, he was now the undisputed number one genius in the family, and the woman he loved had returned to his arms.

Brian Young watched the departing pair with a mocking gaze, feeling little sense of loss.

He had never liked hypocrites like Gregory Young. As for Amanda Young, he had no particular affection for her, and now he saw through her true nature even more clearly.

“Good, very good…”

Brian Young let out a long breath and, with an unprecedented state of mind, walked out of his courtyard.

At this moment, he felt neither disappointment nor comfort, as if he were an outsider watching coldly from afar.

“Brother Brian! Brother Brian!”

Just as he stepped out of the courtyard gate, he heard the slightly immature voice of a young boy.

“Little brother.”

Brian Young smiled at his younger brother, Eric Young.

“Brother Brian… your hair?”

Eric Young was startled to see his elder brother’s white hair, his face full of worry.

“I’m fine.” Brian Young smiled faintly.

“You say you’re fine, but you look like a dead man. You must have had a mishap while cultivating. Why don’t I go ask the clan leader for leave on your behalf?”

Eric Young rushed up to his brother, trying to drag him back into the courtyard.

“Hehe, little brother, stop. I have something to say.”

Brian Young chuckled softly.

“Brother Brian, what’s going on with you…”

Eric Young looked his brother up and down, and suddenly realized a harsh truth.

“That’s right. I’m a cripple now.”

Brian Young patted his brother on the shoulder, his tone unusually calm.

Eric Young was stunned when he heard this, and his gaze toward his brother was filled with complex emotions—concern, pity, and worry.