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

Xue Yun never once left the arena or everyone’s sight.

But at this moment, his real body appeared outside the Demon Suppression Tower.

The Mount Shushan disciples maintaining watch silently collapsed.

Xue Yun strode swiftly toward the Demon Suppression Tower.

The formation around the Demon Suppression Tower repelled all those without a token.

Even the Sect Leader of Mount Shushan couldn’t freely enter or exit.

This was something learned from experience—after all, years ago, a Sect Leader of Mount Shushan had entered the Demon Suppression Tower and fallen in love with a demoness imprisoned inside.

It nearly led to the slaughter of half of Mount Shushan and severely damaged their strength.

But now, Xue Yun entered the range of the Demon Suppression Tower’s formation completely unimpeded.

Because he had to do something that went against his conscience and morality.

After this, he would bear the label of a criminal.

Even his father, who had died for Mount Shushan and the world, would be subject to slander.

But he had no choice. This was the only way.

Xue Yun suddenly stopped and looked at the person who appeared before him.

“Little Junior Brother.”

Li Xuanxiao appeared before Xue Yun.

Xue Yun’s external body was still at the martial arena, currently glancing toward the group from Silver Sword Peak.

He saw Little Junior Brother Li Xuanxiao among them.

But soon, Xue Yun figured it out.

This too was an external body technique.

He hadn’t even noticed for a moment.

Xue Yun looked Li Xuanxiao up and down with surprise. “Not bad at the External Body Technique. What are you doing here?”

Li Xuanxiao smiled: “Senior Brother, you were amazing today. The moment you stepped on stage, you scared Mo Ye off. I really hope I can be like you someday.”

Xue Yun paused for a moment, “Remember what I told you—you’re not meant to become me, you’re meant to surpass me.”

“Senior Brother, let’s go. Come back to Silver Sword Peak. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

“Everyone?”

“Yeah, Senior Brothers and Sisters all want to celebrate your victory. A lot has happened at Silver Sword Peak while you were gone. We’ve all been busy, and we haven’t had a proper chat yet.”

“I’ll head back soon. You go back to Silver Sword Peak first,” Xue Yun cut him off.

“Senior Brother, come back now.

Second Senior Brother and the others are all waiting for you. While you were gone, Third Senior Sister left Mount Shushan in despair, Fifth Senior Brother lost his mind and his Dao partner disappeared.

Sixth Senior Sister was abandoned by a scumbag and now raises a child on her own.

Seventh Senior Brother fell in love with a woman and pledged himself to her—he’s locked up on the Confinement Cliff now........”

Li Xuanxiao spoke in one breath.

“Senior Brother, Silver Sword Peak can’t take any more of this.

We also accepted two new disciples—Zhao Lu and Feng Liuli. You saw them on the arena, didn’t you?”

Xue Yun lowered his head, not daring to meet Li Xuanxiao’s eyes, and said in a deep voice:

“I know... I know... Little Junior Brother, listen to your First Senior Brother and go back first. I’ll be back soon.”

Li Xuanxiao let out a heavy sigh, speaking sincerely and solemnly.

“Senior Brother, if it’s a mistake, you can still repent. If you’re wronged, the truth will come to light.

One wrong step—and it’ll be a fall into eternal damnation!

First Senior Brother, the Sect Leader is dead.

He died for the disciples of Mount Shushan, for the world. You mustn’t let him down.”

Xue Yun took a deep breath, remembering his father, visibly moved.

In a hoarse voice, he said, “Little Junior Brother, you’re not me—you don’t understand.

Listen to your First Senior Brother. Go back to Silver Sword Peak. Don’t go anywhere. No matter what happens, don’t leave.”

“Senior Brother, are you set on this path today?”

Xue Yun gently patted Li Xuanxiao’s shoulder.

At that moment, Li Xuanxiao’s expression changed slightly.

His external body outside Mount Shushan sensed something unusual.

“Ten Thousand Souls Banner!!”

With this furious roar, the Death Sect Leader’s face turned deathly pale, sweat pouring from his forehead.

At that moment, he was surrounded by three Tribulation Stage experts, caught in a desperate situation.

In that split second, the Sect Leader gritted his teeth hard,

and pulled out a magical artifact radiating eerie black light—the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

Instantly, a sinister and terrifying aura spread out, as if the entire space was enveloped in darkness.

Next, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner unfurled with a whoosh in the wind.

Countless twisted ghost faces appeared faintly on its surface, letting out hair-raising howls.

The sound was like evil spirits roaring from the Nine Hells, or the collective wailing of countless wronged souls—it sent shivers down the spine and made hearts race.

At the same time, wisps of black smoke gushed out from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, quickly forming hideous ghostly figures.

These ghosts clawed and snapped as they rushed at the three Tribulation Stage experts—some slashing with sharp claws, others opening blood-filled maws, ready to tear their enemies apart.

Among them were two Tribulation Stage great fiends.

Li Xuanxiao’s expression shifted slightly.

Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Old Emperor!?

Li Xuanxiao instantly understood.

The one behind all this... was the Old Emperor.

Could it be that the Death Sect had allied with the Old Emperor........

Back at the martial arena, everyone’s attention was drawn to the commotion below.

After sensing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Li Xuanxiao immediately thought of the Old Emperor seated at the top, and instinctively began turning to look at him.

But suddenly, he forced himself to stop.

Now was absolutely not the time to look at him!!!

At the same time, the Old Emperor was observing the reactions of everyone present.

He already vaguely suspected someone was targeting him from behind the scenes, sabotaging his plan.

But if the other party knew his identity, why hadn’t they confronted him directly?

That meant two things.

One, their strength wasn’t enough.

Two, even if they could use Mount Shushan’s power, they still needed solid proof to kill him.

Proof that he was the controller of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Based on that, the Old Emperor deduced that the person was someone from Mount Shushan—not at the very top, but high enough to know his existence...

And capable of orchestrating all this.

Which meant, even if their position wasn’t at the peak, they clearly had access to secrets.

The Old Emperor’s Divine Sense silently swept over everyone present.

The result left him a little disappointed. He didn’t find the person he was looking for.

This time, he had gone all in.

Not only had he brought the entire Death Sect into this, he’d even used the two Tribulation Stage great fiends sealed in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This time, the Old Emperor was determined to win.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!!

Come then—the Old Emperor licked his lips, revealing a mocking smile.

Let me see your true face!