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

Li Xuanxiao withdrew his Divine Sense and looked at his First Senior Brother, Xue Yun, standing before him.

“First Senior Brother....”

“Little Junior Brother, go back to Silver Sword Peak! Listen to me.” Xue Yun said sternly.

“First Senior Brother.”

Li Xuanxiao took two steps back.

“First Senior Brother.... if you take one more step forward, it’ll be the point of no return.”

Xue Yun’s expression hardened, and he stepped forward.

He suddenly reached out, intending to knock Li Xuanxiao unconscious.

But before his hand could touch him—

In that instant, a dazzling, blinding sword light burst forth!

The brilliant light was so intense it seemed to tear the entire space apart.

Yet Xue Yun, standing in its midst, didn’t even look at it.

Because it had never crossed his mind that Li Xuanxiao would suddenly draw his sword on him.

To Xue Yun, this was unexpected, but he didn’t take it to heart.

After all, whether in swordsmanship or cultivation level, there was an insurmountable gap between the two of them.

So even in the face of this sudden strike, Xue Yun remained completely calm.

Just a bit surprised at the cultivation strength his Little Junior Brother displayed in that one strike.

However, when Xue Yun tried to shatter that sword light, he realized things were far more complicated than he had assumed.

That sword light clung to his arm like a bone-deep parasite.

As it touched his skin, a strange toxin seemed to seep in through his pores,

bringing with it a chilling cold and searing pain.

Was this Sword Aura... or poison?

A look of confusion crossed Xue Yun’s face.

“Little Junior Brother, you really have this kind of strength?”

Xue Yun closed his eyes briefly. When he reopened them, the poison within had already been utterly annihilated, drowned in a river of sword energy.

“I underestimated you before.”

No sooner had he spoken than— “Boom!”—a thunderous explosion rang out.

An incredibly sharp Sword Aura erupted from around Xue Yun!

It surged like a tidal wave, flooding the entire space in an instant.

Wherever the Sword Aura passed, space itself was violently torn apart.

Li Xuanxiao, who was closest, felt an overwhelming pressure unlike anything before.

This oppressive force rivaled, or even exceeded, what he had experienced when facing Di Nü Feng and Liu Qiushui.

In fact, the shock this Sword Aura delivered was even more soul-shaking than any of his previous encounters!

This was the number one person in the current Spirit Transformation Stage.

Even the current Sword Path Leader would admit that if they were on equal footing—

in terms of swordsmanship, they wouldn’t be a match for Xue Yun.

“Senior Brother....”

Li Xuanxiao crossed his arms before himself and sighed softly.

Then suddenly, his figure vanished.

Earth Escape, vanished away.

Xue Yun didn’t pursue. He had no reason to.

Or rather, he hoped his Little Junior Brother would run farther away.

Xue Yun strode forward quickly, but soon halted.

He looked up, slightly surprised by the person who had suddenly appeared before him.

The Janitor Uncle appeared abruptly, broom in hand.

“Third Uncle?”

“Xiao Yun, turn back before it’s too late!!” the Janitor Uncle said sternly. “Do you even realize what you’re about to do?”

Xue Yun stood silently, raising his right hand slowly and pressing his index finger lightly between his brows.

Suddenly, he shouted:

“Come forth!!”

His shout boomed through the sky like thunder, shaking the very air around them.

As his roar echoed, a blinding golden light burst forth from his upper Dantian at his brow.

The light gleamed like the sun—brilliant, dazzling, impossible to look at directly.

Then came a buzzing sound, like a powerful being about to break free.

The golden light began to spin rapidly, forming a golden vortex.

And from that vortex slowly rose a flying sword radiating piercing cold light, like a flood dragon emerging from the sea, exuding unstoppable might and sharp intent.

The Janitor Uncle swung his broom. “Looks like you’re just as stubborn as your father. But your father’s conviction was for all people, for Shushan. What are you fighting for?!”

“Third Uncle! This is my choice.”

The Janitor Uncle gritted his teeth. “You brat, don’t think just because your swordsmanship is unmatched, you’re invincible. You’re only at the Spirit Transformation Stage.

I’m at the Tribulation Stage. You think you can beat me? I could crush you with cultivation alone!!

I don’t care how much of a genius you are—you think you can cross the gap between Spirit Transformation and Tribulation?”

The flying sword shot out from between Xue Yun’s brows.

Just then, the Janitor Uncle received a transmission from Li Xuanxiao.

“Uncle, bad news, run!”

“Run!? Why the h*ll would I run?”

As a Tribulation Stage cultivator, he had his pride.

First Senior Brother’s Life-Bound Flying Sword!!

No one in Shushan had seen it before—except the Old Sect Leader.

The moment that sword appeared—

Li Xuanxiao immediately sensed something was wrong.

It wasn’t just a Life-Bound Flying Sword.

At that moment, the thirty-six ancient and mysterious Sword Steles standing silently on Mount Shushan suddenly stirred, as if awakened by an invisible force.

They trembled faintly, letting out low hums, as if answering a distant call.

Then, they slowly rose from the mountainside, each one glowing with radiant light.

As the light intensified, the densely inscribed and profound markings on the steles lifted off like living things, swirling and dancing in the air.

In the blink of an eye, the markings condensed into tangible Sword Spirits!!

The Janitor Uncle never expected such a shocking turn of events.

Dozens of Sword Spirits swarmed toward him like starving beasts, engulfing him in a storm of razor-sharp Sword Aura...

Countless swords hovered in midair, lightning and fire intertwined.

First Senior Brother’s Life-Bound Flying Sword could actually command the thirty-six Sword Steles of Shushan!

These steles were forged from Starfall Black Iron, mixed with the heart blood of sages through the ages and shards of their Life-Bound Swords. Covered in natural sword scars, they projected illusions of Sword Intent to anyone who touched them.

And now, they were summoned by one sword.

Li Xuanxiao’s expression turned grim.

At the foot of Mount Shushan, chaos erupted.

The energy released by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in Panlong City last time couldn’t even compare to this.

Dark aura coiled around the Death Sect Leader, wails of ten thousand souls echoing.

Even Tribulation Stage cultivators couldn’t help but gasp.

Such potent demonic aura!!

To dare provoke under the very nose of Tai Sui himself.

Daoist Lingxu clenched his fists.

“........”

Demon Suppression Tower.

Xue Yun bound the Janitor Uncle with the Sword Steles.

He thought no one would stop him now.

But then, Li Xuanxiao suddenly reappeared.

He brushed his sword finger along the blade and said solemnly:

“Shushan Sword Formation, activate!!”

“.........”