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

Mount Shushan.

After Li Xuanxiao returned, he received the task reward from the Sword Bearing Pavilion.

The reward for this mission was exceptionally generous.

Originally, it was just about finding five missing disciples, but they ended up uncovering a shocking truth.

And because of that, the reward skyrocketed.

Lu Ziyin had already stated in advance that he would not take a single share of this reward—it would all go to Li Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao didn’t stand on ceremony with him either.

Lu Ziyin gained a sense of accomplishment, as well as fame, and firmly secured his position as Peak Master of Silver Sword Peak.

Li Xuanxiao gained resources.

“........”

Li Xuanxiao returned to his straw hut.

As usual, he burned incense and meditated inside.

With his eyes closed, he went over everything again—from the plan he made for Xiao Ran three years ago up to now... reviewing it seven or eight... ten times.

Don’t get it wrong—it wasn’t seven or eight times or ten times.

It was seventy or eighty times.

After a long while, Li Xuanxiao wrote down the suspicious points of this matter on paper.

Where did the Ten Thousand Souls Banner go?

Does Yue Tianqi, the City Lord of Panlong City, have backing in the court?

As a city lord, does he really have the ability to fool everyone?

That doesn’t seem very likely.

This matter requires closer attention.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

Out there now, he had to guard against a major villain—or villains—who could refine humans at any time using the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

One or more transmigrators.

Di Nü Feng and Liu Qiushui, who wanted him dead.

And the many romance-brained people of Mount Shushan.

Li Xuanxiao rubbed his temples.

Why is my life so miserable? The other novels I read aren’t like this.

Forget it. All problems summed up come down to one thing—my strength is lacking.

If I had enough strength, I wouldn’t fear the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, wouldn’t fear Di Nü Feng or Liu Qiushui.

And I wouldn’t have to worry about being snuffed out by other transmigrators!!

Cultivation.

Still the same saying—shed more tears in cultivation, bleed less during tribulations.

“............”

A few months later, Golden Thunder Sect.

Zhang Tianxin took his junior sister on a mission, then left the sect heading to the designated location.

Along the way, he couldn’t help but boast.

“Di Nü Feng of the Tian Sha Hall is nothing special.”

“Senior Brother, didn’t they say she’s one of the most vicious Demon Lords in the world?”

“That depends on who she’s facing. Against me and my bros, she’s no big deal.”

Zhang Tianxin slapped his chest.

“Back when we infiltrated Tian Sha Hall, we killed from the south to the north, then from the north back to the south—just kept killing, nonstop! Blood flowed like rivers, we even beat Di Nü Feng into retreat.”

“Senior Brother, you’re amazing.”

“Eh, average, third best in the world!”

Zhang Tianxin waved it off.

Just then, a figure suddenly descended from the sky.

“Who goes there! So rude.”

The junior sister frowned slightly.

This person had suddenly landed in front of them—how impolite.

Once they saw who it was, Zhang Tianxin’s expression darkened like a frost-struck eggplant—ugly beyond words!

“Di... Di... Di Nü Feng!?”

Di Nü Feng wore a jet-black robe, the sleeves fluttering lightly in the wind.

Beneath that black robe, her long, slender, delicate legs could be faintly seen. Her snow-white face was now shrouded in gloom.

“She’s Di Nü Feng... so pretty...”

The junior sister blurted out instinctively.

Di Nü Feng’s expression visibly improved, glancing at her.

“I was going to kill you, but since you’re honest, I’ll spare your worthless life!”

The junior sister pointed her finger at once, “Di Nü Feng, don’t get cocky! My Senior Brother spared you once, and now you’ve got the guts to show up in front of him? You really are a sparrow trying to fight an eagle—don’t know your place!”

She patted Zhang Tianxin’s shoulder after speaking.

“Senior Brother, your turn!”

Zhang Tianxin’s mouth twitched slightly.

Di Nü Feng suddenly smiled—a smile between life and death.

“............”

Silver Sword Peak.

Li Xuanxiao looked out at Senior Sister Su Wan strolling around and thought better of going out.

Since returning from Panlong City, Senior Sister Su Wan had been hanging around Silver Sword Peak for no reason.

Sometimes, Li Xuanxiao really felt like calling the cops.

It felt like being cornered in class by a school bully girl delinquent.

At that moment, Feng Liuli walked in holding a letter.

“Senior Brother, this letter’s from your friend down the mountain.”

Li Xuanxiao was a bit surprised.

Friend? What a foreign word.

Do I even have such a thing?

He carefully inspected the letter.

Although letters sent to Mount Shushan were screened by disciples—

Li Xuanxiao still wasn’t at ease.

There are always treacherous folks trying to harm me!!

The letter was from Zhang Tianxin, inviting him to a meal.

And saying there was something important to discuss.

Zhang Tianxin—the Golden Thunder Sect cultivator he had met twice before.

Li Xuanxiao lit the letter on fire, burning it to ash.

He had no intention of going. Not even of replying.

At the root of it, he simply didn’t want trouble.

And friends—are the biggest trouble.

The Great Dao is vast. I walk it alone!!

“..........”

Some time later.

Slap slap slap!!

“Why hasn’t he replied?”

At the edge of a cliff somewhere—

Di Nü Feng was hanging Zhang Tianxin up and beating him.

“D*mn it!”

Di Nü Feng stopped pretending and had someone write a threatening letter.

“Zhang Tianxin is in my hands. If you don’t want him to die, come save him!”

“Nooo! Despicable, shameless, vile!” Zhang Tianxin shouted.

It’s over! Caught by Di Nü Feng—no way out alive.

Last time he only survived thanks to Daoist Xuanxiao. Now it was obvious—she was targeting Daoist Xuanxiao directly, clearly out for revenge.

But Daoist Xuanxiao walks the righteous path, a man of justice.

Knowing I’ve been captured, he’ll definitely come to save me, fearless of danger.

Which means he’ll definitely fall into Di Nü Feng’s trap.

D*mn it!

She’s taking advantage of Daoist Xuanxiao’s kindness.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianxin couldn’t help but cry.

“It’s my fault!”

“I dragged Daoist Xuanxiao down with me!!”

“.............”

In the herb garden.

Li Xuanxiao sat on a stone, controlling his flying sword to slice vegetables—no difficult task.

He could totally do two things at once—cultivate while cutting veggies.

But he never cultivated outside his straw hut—not even in Mount Shushan.

“Senior Brother.”

Feng Liuli came running from not far off.

“Senior Brother, it’s a kidnapping letter. It says your friend Zhang Tianxin has been kidnapped, and they want you to rescue him, or they’ll kill him!”

“They kidnapped Zhang Tianxin, so why are they threatening me?” Li Xuanxiao looked confused.

Feng Liuli paused, “Senior Brother, isn’t Zhang Tianxin your friend?”

“Not someone I care about.” Li Xuanxiao waved his hand.