After Training My Brother, I Realized I Had the Wrong Person - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

On my first day seeking refuge with my older brother, he fed me a Bigu Pill.

It was a pitch-black little medicine pellet, so bitter it made my tongue go numb.

I swallowed it with tears in my eyes. My stomach really did stop feeling hungry, but my heart felt terribly empty.

“Brother, I want to eat.”

“A Bigu Pill can replace three days of food and drink.”

“But I want rice.”

“Why?”

The question stumped me.

“Because… it tastes good.”

The next day, twelve bowls of rice appeared in front of me.

White and steaming, heaped high in each bowl, filling the entire table.

“Is it enough?” he asked.

Chapter 7

All the disciples of the Sword Sect soon knew that their chief disciple, Chu Yanhan, had gained a younger sister.

Chu Yanhan had been taken in by the sect leader since childhood and had never once mentioned having family.

Now a younger sister had suddenly popped up out of nowhere, and everyone stared.

“How could he possibly have a sister? That freak.”

“Exactly. Last time, a junior brother asked him about a sword move, and he just raised his hand and demonstrated it-without holding back any spiritual power. He nearly blasted the poor guy off the mountain.”

I heard all this while crouching behind the door.

“And just look at him. Cold as ice, with that dead face no matter who he talks to.”

“Tsk. Poor thing.”

I jumped out from behind the door.

“My brother does not have a dead face!”

The disciples jumped in fright.

“He just… he just doesn’t really know how to smile!”

I planted my hands on my hips, puffed up with anger.

“Yesterday, he even cooked me… um…”

I got stuck.

Chu Yanhan didn’t even know how to use a stove.

“He left me Bigu Pills! Three of them!”

The disciples looked at one another.

One slightly older senior sister couldn’t help laughing.

“Little one, the storehouse has a whole warehouse full of Bigu Pills. They’re not worth much.”

My face flushed bright red.

Chapter 8

That night, I made a decision.

Since my brother didn’t know how to be an older brother, I would teach him.

“Brother.” I stood in front of him with a solemn expression.

Chu Yanhan was meditating. He opened his eyes.

“I’m hungry.”

“The Bigu Pills are-”

“No Bigu Pills!”

I spoke with absolute conviction. “I want something hot. The kind with soup.”

He got up and left the cave residence.

After the time it took an incense stick to burn, he returned carrying a bowl of hot noodle soup.

I slurped it all down and felt like my whole body had come back to life.

“Brother, from now on, you have to bring me food every day.”

“Three meals a day: morning, noon, and night.”

I held up three fingers.

“Also, if I’m cold, you have to add more clothes for me. If I’m sleepy, you have to coax me to sleep. You have to give me whatever I ask for. If I want the stars, you have to pluck them down for me too.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my older brother.”

I said it with perfect confidence.

“Older brothers are born to do these things.”