A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother

Di Nü Feng stared at Li Xuanxiao, who lay lifeless in Liu Qiushui’s arms, momentarily stunned.

Then, her eyes widened in fury.

“B***h!! It’s you again.”

Li Xuanxiao had already stopped breathing.

There was no doubt—it was Liu Qiushui’s doing.

She had promised this boy a life of luxury.

Drinking the strongest wine, playing with the most beautiful women, riding the fastest horses…

Di Nü Feng always kept her word.

Besides, she had taken a liking to this boy.

“B***h!!”

The two of them burst out of the cave in a deadly clash.

Liu Qiushui gripped her gleaming longsword tightly, the blade trembling slightly, as if it resonated with her will.

In an instant, a dazzling sword light erupted, blazing like a raging inferno, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The fiery glow carried boundless heat and an overwhelming force, making it impossible to look directly at.

At the same time, a fire dragon roared to life from within the sword light.

It bared its fangs, sharp and menacing, swinging its massive claws with crushing momentum as it lunged at Di Nü Feng.

Surrounded by flames, the dragon’s presence was overpowering, distorting the air with its scorching heat.

Faced with this ferocious attack, Di Nü Feng showed no fear.

With a gentle flap of the magnificent wings behind her, she soared effortlessly into the sky like an ethereal fairy, holding a lotus lamp that radiated a soft, multicolored glow.

The divine light from the lamp bathed her in an aura of noble elegance, making her seem even more otherworldly.

This wasn’t the first time they had fought.

The grudges between them surged anew, fueling their battle to an even greater intensity.

Both fought with everything they had, determined to settle the score—life or death.

Wuwang Mountains trembled violently, swaying like a drunken giant struggling to keep its balance.

With the relentless shaking, massive boulders tumbled down the steep slopes, colliding with a deafening roar.

Rocks flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and the creatures of the mountain—birds, venomous beasts, and ferocious predators—scattered in panic, desperately seeking refuge.

As the two battled in a fierce deadlock, neither noticed—

The supposedly dead Li Xuanxiao had vanished.

Silently using Earth Escape Technique, he swiftly fled into the distance.

Fight, fight! Hopefully, they both go down together.

Li Xuanxiao dashed toward the prearranged meeting point.

He ran nonstop for three days and three nights, finally escaping Wuwang Mountains.

............

It’s happening again!!

Su Wan gazed anxiously toward the distant Wuwang Mountains.

The other Mount Shushan disciples also turned pale at the sight.

“They’re not going to fight their way out, are they?”

“And wipe us out along the way?”

“Li Xuanxiao and Senior Brother Murong have been gone for so long… could they already be—”

“Shut up! Don’t jinx it.”

Jiang Luoshui puffed up her cheeks in anger.

The disciple who misspoke quickly slapped himself. “Pah! Pah! Senior Brother Murong and Junior Brother Li are surely blessed with great fortune! They’ll be fine!”

Just as he finished speaking, a figure shot out from the ground nearby.

“Junior Brother Li!?” Su Wan’s eyes lit up.

Junior Elder Feng Yun let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Li Xuanxiao, but her expression tensed again when she noticed Murong Mo was nowhere to be seen.

“Murong Mo isn’t with you?”

Li Xuanxiao shook his head. “I didn’t see Senior Brother Murong. It was Di Nü Feng and Liu Qiushui.”

“What!?”

At the mention of those two names, every Mount Shushan disciple—including Junior Elder Feng Yun—turned pale.

Di Nü Feng of Tian Sha Hall. Liu Qiushui of Asura Hall.

Both were infamous Demon Sect figures.

Not just in Central Continent, but even beyond its borders, their names were legendary.

Junior Elder Feng Yun made a decisive call. “Send a Flying Sword Message to Mount Shushan! We must rally and eliminate these two Demon Sect leaders!”

“........”

Three days later, the chief elders of Mount Shushan’s three peaks, along with five elders and thirty-six disciples, arrived at Wuwang Mountains.

But by the time they got there, the battle between Di Nü Feng and Liu Qiushui had already ended.

No one knew who had won or lost, but both of them had disappeared.

Unwilling to give up, the chiefs conducted a search in the Southern Border.

But the depths of the Southern Border were treacherous—even for peak masters—so they eventually had to give up.

As for Murong Mo, they scoured Wuwang Mountains but found no trace of him.

Most likely, probably, maybe… he had died there.

And of course, it was all blamed on Di Nü Feng and Liu Qiushui.

With Murong Mo’s strength, positioned at the border of Wuwang Mountains and the Southern Border, and armed with distress talismans—

It was highly unlikely he had been silently killed.

So the most probable explanation was that either Di Nü Feng or Liu Qiushui had done it.

Mount Shushan marked this blood debt.

The two Demon Sect leaders now had another Mount Shushan disciple’s life on their hands.

And so, amidst Jiang Luoshui’s sobs, the group ended their Wuwang Mountains mission and returned to Mount Shushan.

On the way back, Jiang Luoshui kept crying.

Su Wan stared quietly into the distance, a storm of emotions in her heart.

That man—

He had once been the one she loved deeply.

Yet now, they were nothing more than strangers.

But even so, when she learned of his death, an unexplainable ache still surfaced in her heart.

Memories of the past flooded her mind, as vivid as if they had happened just yesterday.

They had once walked under the moonlit sky, whispering their deepest thoughts to each other.

They had shared countless joyous moments, laughing and crying together through life’s ups and downs.

Every smile, every embrace was etched deep in Su Wan’s memory, impossible to erase.

But now?

Everything had changed beyond recognition. There was no going back.

Su Wan let out a long sigh—

A sigh filled with helplessness and sorrow.

Perhaps this was fate.

A love destined to be nothing more than a fleeting chapter in her life.

Even though the love in her heart still remained, she could only bury it deep inside and let time slowly heal the pain of the past.

Su Wan looked at Li Xuanxiao and walked toward him.

"Give me some time."

Li Xuanxiao turned his head, looking at her in confusion.

"Give me some time. After all… after all, he and I once… Although that’s all in the past now, I still feel terrible. Give me some time to heal my wounds, and then I’ll consider the feelings between you and me."

Li Xuanxiao: (O_o)??

Fourth Senior Sister, if I may ask—did a donkey kick your head?