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

Li Xuanxiao rubbed his temples.

Inside the straw hut.

Liu Ruyan’s soul was already completely destroyed.

This time, he had taken an enormous risk.

But the situation had left him no choice—the opponent’s divine power was just too terrifying.

Who knew how it affected his memory, or how wide its range was.

For all he knew, the next second he’d treat the opponent as someone entirely different.

Maybe he really would end up as a fool with six fingers on the left hand, seven on the right, high left shoulder, low right shoulder...

When roaming the martial world, the biggest taboo is overconfidence in one’s own strength. Countless great heroes and senior masters have fallen into traps this way.

Only by striking cleanly and decisively could Li Xuanxiao feel at ease.

After taking care of Liu Ruyan, Li Xuanxiao decided he wouldn’t leave the mountain for the next few years.

The Mount Shushan Sword Formation had already been restarted.

Everything outside could be handled by Jia Sidào and Zhang Haoran.

“............”

Daxia.

Night had fallen. In a village.

Zhang Haoran frowned as he looked at the scene before him.

A bull demon with an enormous head was lazily leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, mischief gleaming in his eyes.

“Brothers from the Demon Suppression Bureau here to have some fun too?”

The bull demon said casually.

Several colleagues from the Demon Suppression Bureau beside Zhang Haoran peeked over curiously, seemingly wanting to see what the woman the bull demon had caught looked like this time.

The squad leader of this small Demon Suppression Bureau team chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, this kind of pleasure, you enjoy it yourself.”

Zhang Haoran had his hand on his saber hilt, staring at the bull demon.

The bull demon clearly felt Zhang Haoran’s gaze and looked back at him with great interest.

“Old Liu, this one new?”

Squad leader Old Liu smacked Zhang Haoran on the head and scolded:

“What are you doing! Let’s go.”

Demons like this bull demon always had backers.

Not just backers.

You could even say they ruled over these lands.

If you tried to kill one, they’d just play by local rules.

They’d run circles around you, or disappear into the deep mountains.

Besides, many officials in the capital secretly had dealings with their elders.

How could anyone afford to offend them?

Over time, a kind of mutual understanding had developed between the Demon Suppression Bureau and the demons.

As long as they didn’t go too far, one eye would be closed.

Sometimes they even helped cover for them.

The bull demon licked its lips and looked at Zhang Haoran, suddenly revealing a chilling smile.

Through the window, you could see the woman inside—she had a rather delicate appearance.

Right now, she was huddled in a corner, body trembling uncontrollably.

“What’re you looking at, you snot-nosed brat... you wanna give it a try too?”

Suddenly, a fierce wind swept across the ground.

Zhang Haoran was already in front of the bull demon.

A flash of cold steel.

Before the bull demon could even react—

Its once thick, bulging-muscled arm was lopped clean off!

Zhang Haoran thrust out his right hand, fingers hooked like claws, and grabbed the bull demon’s enormous head.

Then, with a loud “boom,”

Zhang Haoran slammed the massive bull demon hard into the ground.

Dust flew, and shattered stones scattered.

The bull demon let out a pained roar.

Zhang Haoran had already stabbed his Demon Suppression saber into its neck, tearing flesh and muscle.

In one swift motion, he yanked the still-warm, bloodstained bull head into his grasp.

The bull’s face was twisted and terrifying, eyes wide open—still filled with unwillingness and terror even in death.

Zhang Haoran wiped the blood from his face.

His colleagues stared in shock as he walked into the house and told the woman to go back where she came from.

“........”

Demon Suppression Bureau.

“Who told you to touch that Niulan Mountain bull demon!” The purple-robed seventh-rank Demon Suppression Supervisor shouted.

“It wasn’t me, it was the new kid!” Zhang Haoran’s superior was drenched in sweat.

“Now Niulan Mountain’s old ancestor is pressuring me—what do you say we do?”

“Sir, this... this wasn’t my fault!”

“Do you know that Niulan Mountain’s old ancestor is connected to Mount Shushan disciples? Do you know how many people and relationships are involved in this?”

“Then what do you suggest we do...”

“Niulan Mountain just wants someone held accountable,” the seventh-rank supervisor said. “The newcomer who killed the bull demon—where does he live?”

Zhang Haoran’s superior, the round-bellied Captain, had a glint in his eye:

“Understood, sir.”

He reported Zhang Haoran’s home address.

Niulan Mountain would send someone in the night to kill Zhang Haoran in revenge. That would be the end of it.

“...........”

The Captain turned around and found Zhang Haoran.

“Brother, you need to get out of here. This place isn’t somewhere you can stay!”

Zhang Haoran looked at his superior with confusion—a middle-aged man with a bulging gut.

The Captain said, “You’ve pissed off the bigwigs. They want you dead. Run now.

In times like these, you save others—who’s going to save you?

Pack your things tonight. Don’t go home.”

The Captain patted Zhang Haoran on the shoulder, said no more, and quickly walked off into the darkness.

Looking at him, the Captain seemed to see his younger self.

He silently shook his head.

Yeah, in this world, you want to save others, but who’s going to save you?

Night fell.

A residential home on East Alley.

Several figures landed inside.

“Kill him. Avenge Second Bro.”

“Kill? We can’t let him off that easy. Second Bro died horribly—his head chopped clean off.

We have to make this guy regret ever being born!”

“The guy’s strong—be careful.”

A gust of wind blew through, flinging open the hall doors.

The figures froze.

Zhang Haoran was sitting in the room, facing the door.

Wiping his saber, he stared at them coldly.

Next day.

Several bull heads hung outside the county office gate.

Directly across was the Demon Suppression Bureau. What a spectacle.

The Captain and many colleagues now looked at Zhang Haoran with new eyes.

He had cleanly killed seven demons in one go—not even a scratch on himself.

At his age, with such saber skills—

He had made a major contribution.

A few days later.

Zhang Haoran was told the Supervisor—the Deputy Commander—wanted to see him.

Said it was a banquet in his honor.

But there were only four at the banquet.

Three people, one demon.

The three: the local Deputy Commander, Zhang Haoran, and... a Mount Shushan disciple.

The demon, of course, was Niulan Mountain’s old ancestor.

Mount Shushan had branches all over, tasked with slaying demons and keeping peace.

Usually two or three disciples, the rest being mercenary cultivators hired by Shushan.

And this Shushan disciple was the local overseer, Zhang Qianshan.

Zhang Qianshan, demon-slaying specialist.

But now he acted like some gang boss.

The Deputy Commander and the Niulan Mountain old demon treated him like a big brother.

Zhang Qianshan was full of swagger. “This matter ends with me.”

He glanced at Zhang Haoran. “Promising youngster. But you struck first, so today, just apologize and it’s over.

They’re all my people, you get me? I’m from Shushan!!”

He didn’t even wait for Zhang Haoran to agree.

“We both have the surname Zhang, so we’re kin. I feel a connection with you.

Don’t work for the Demon Suppression Bureau anymore. Come join my Mount Shushan Overseer team.

With me backing you, and once Mount Shushan starts recruiting, I’ll get you in. Your future’s limitless.”

Zhang Haoran: (눈_눈)

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