Heavens' Laughter

"That is not my problem," Feng Yuanyun replied coldly, his tone devoid of sympathy.

Any lingering respect and love he might have held for his first son had vanished the moment he learned of his intentions toward his second son—a betrayal he couldn't fully understand, nor did he wish to.

To Feng Yuanyun, this willingness to sacrifice family for whatever reason was unforgivable, and his expression made it clear that he wouldn't budge.

'Unforgivable. This is simply unforgivable!' his thoughts seethed with contempt, each word holding disappointment.

This was something Feng Yuanyun knew he could neither forget nor forgive.

Gritting his teeth, feeling as though he might vomit blood from the crushing weight of his father's words, Feng Wuhao staggered, as if pierced by a dozen arrows.

The realization crashed down on him—his slip-up had spiraled into a disaster beyond anything he'd imagined.

Feng Wuhao now knew he was faced with exile, stripped of his family, his home, and any support he had once had.

"This isn't fair!" he screamed, his eyes turning bloodshot. "Why wasn't that bastard kicked out?"

Feng Wuhao pointed an accusing finger at his younger brother, who responded with nothing more than a casual wave and a mocking smile, relishing the spectacle.

The smugness in his little brother's expression only fueled his frustration, twisting the knife in the wound.

'I hate this bastard. Hate, hate, HATE HIM!' Feng Wuhao seethed inwardly, his desire to kill his brother flaring up with a murderous intensity.

He now so badly wanted to end him with his own hands, but he knew any attempt would be futile—his father would cut him down before he could make a move.

And, beyond that, his little brother's true strength remained an enigma; Feng Wuhao couldn't risk underestimating him.

So, all he could do was clench his fists, swallowing his rage, painfully aware of how his emotions had already driven him to the brink of disaster.

"Why?" Feng Yuanyun's voice got quieter, though the edge of his voice was sharp:

"It's quite simple. Despite your little brother's past faults—his cowardice, his weaknesses—he has never once tried, nor wanted, to kill his own flesh and blood."

Though he had never been particularly fond of his second son for many reasons, Feng Yuanyun had never considered casting him out.

At the end of the day, he was still family, and despite his flaws, he hadn't done anything to warrant such an extreme punishment.

"That… I… I mean… You! You're…" Feng Wuhao stammered, grasping for words, yet unable to string together a coherent response.

His face flushed with frustration as his thoughts scattered, leaving him basically speechless.

The contrast his father drew was unmistakable, leaving Feng Wuhao stripped of any defense.

Helplessly, he glanced at his mother, his eyes pleading, silently begging her to intervene.

However, she remained silent, gaze cast downward, as if she hadn't even heard him—or worse, as if she'd already resigned herself to his fate.

'This stupid… bitch!' Feng Wuhao's rage reached its peak, and he couldn't suppress the hot surge in his throat as he spat up blood.

The betrayal stung—his own mother, the one who had spoiled him since he was young, refused to offer even a word of defense.

Not even an emotional plea. Her silence cut deeper than any words ever could, leaving Feng Wuhao feeling utterly forsaken.

"Hey, can you not act like a bitch right now and shut the fuck up for a moment?" Feng Shen interjected, placing a finger to his lips in a mock gesture of hushing his older brother.

Despite loving the spectacle unfolding before him, he felt the gnawing pangs of hunger creeping in, despite having ate a lot.

Feng Wuhao, who had coughed up blood moments ago, found himself coughing up more blood.

'I swear to the heavens, I will kill you!' He grasped his chest, pressing his hand over his heart, his face turning crimson with a mix of anger and humiliation.

Feng Shen had to admit, seeing his older brother losing his composure, slowly unraveling because of such a simple mistake, was simply hilarious.

It was such a childish error, a testament to how his older brother had overestimated himself in this department.

Shifting his eyes to his mother, Feng Shen calmy ordered, "I want some more eggs. I'm still hungry."

Mei Lian, caught off guard by her second son's sudden demand amidst of everything that was happening, hesitated for a moment.

However, such hesitation only lasted a second as she saw her second son's eyes sharpen, a clear warning glimmering within them. It was an unspoken message: "don't make me ask twice."

Nodding her head in silent compliance, Mei Lian stood up and made her way to fulfill the order.

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A mix of relief and guilt washed over Mei Lian; she was grateful for getting to leave for a couple of minutes, as she didn't want to be in the room while all of this unfolded.

Although she knew she was effectively abandoning her first son to death.

"Alrighty, now you can go back to crying," Feng Shen said with a playful smirk, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he turned back to his older brother:

"What? Why are you silent? Go on, I didn't mean to interrupt," he feigned innocence as he leaned back.

Feng Wuhao's face was a storm of emotions, oscillating between rage and humiliation, making him look like he might pass out from the sheer intensity of his rage.

"Fine! I'll leave! But I vow I'll kill you, little brother! I swear to the heavens! On my soul, I will destroy the Feng family!"

Feng Wuhao seemed to have snapped.

Such words angered Feng Yuanyun, his rage boiling over as he considered the weight of such a threat.

In that moment, he felt the urge to kill his first son on the spot. His muscles tensed, and he opened his mouth to respond with a lethal promise of his own.

"you dare—"

But just as Feng Yuanyun was about to take action, he caught sight of his second son wagging his finger, as if telling him no.

Feng Shen chuckled, stifling a yawn. "Wow~ you're such a big man~ how about you just fuck off already?" The words rolled off his tongue with a mocking playfulness.

He wanted so badly for this threat to become a reality; the thought of the Feng family crumbling under the weight of its own flesh and blood was too delicious to resist.

"Fuck you! You bastard!" Feng Wuhao roared, his patience finally shattering like glass. He stormed toward the door.

The laughter of his younger brother echoed in his ears, a mocking reminder of how easily he had become a target for such cruel amusement.

"Hope you have fun outside!" Feng Shen waved his hand toward his older brother's back, a mischievous grin plastered across his face as he sipped water.

'If he doesn't find a backer, I'll give him a week.'

Feng Shen understood the harsh reality outside. Despite his older brother's reputation as a genius, that title alone wouldn't shield him from the dangers of the cultivation world.

He couldn't help but imagine his older brother as an inexperienced dragon—a creature of immense potential, yet untested and unrefined, flapping around aimlessly, uncertain of its flight.

With the door being slammed shut.

Feng Yuanyun glanced at his second son, his brow furrowed. With a deep sigh, he sank back into his seat."Why did you stop me?" he asked, curiosity piqued.

He leaned forward, grabbing a bottle of alcohol. "You heard what he said. He threatened to destroy our Feng family. I should have put an end to that right then and there."

"Oh~ it's fine," Feng Shen replied, his tone carefree, as he looked toward the door.

"Without a backer, he'll die out there like a helpless dog. Besides, there's no need to fear. If he actually tries anything, I'll kill him myself. You have my word."

Feng Shen patted his chest, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he turned his attention back to his father.

Of course, he was lying through his teeth.

Deep down, Feng Shen hoped his older brother would survive and grow stronger.

'Ah~ that would be truly thrilling!'

Feng Shen would enjoy having front-row seats to watching his older brother unleashing his pent-up hatred on the Feng family.

If the time came for such a confrontation, he was resolute in his stance: he would not protect the Feng family.

"I'll trust your word," Feng Yuanyun said, raising his small cup of alcohol in a toast to his second son:

"Anyway, before everything went to shit… I wanted to let you both—I guess now only you—to know the trials for the Soaring Academy start next month."

Feng Yuanyun shifted the topic, recalling the real reason he had gathered his entire nuclear family:

"I was wondering if you were confident enough in passing? Or would you like to wait until next year? After all, it was only recently that you opened up your meridians."

"Hmm~? Meh~ it's fine. I'll take the trials next month," Feng Shen smirked.