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

Zhang Haoran frowned slightly as he looked at the Mount Shushan disciple Zhang Qianshan, who was speaking eloquently.

Zhang Qianshan, a disciple from Little Bamboo Peak of Mount Shushan.

Peak Golden Core Stage cultivation, Shushan Overseer of Wanyuan County, Daxia.

Though it was called Wanyuan County, the demons and monsters in several surrounding counties also fell under his jurisdiction.

After finishing his speech, Zhang Qianshan looked Zhang Haoran up and down.

Seeing Zhang Haoran remain silent, the disciple standing beside Zhang Qianshan scolded angrily:

“What an ungrateful brat. My Master is talking to you and offering you wine, and you act all high and mighty!

If not for my Master seeing potential in you, you would’ve been killed already!”

At those words, the bull demon beside them clenched its fists and glared fiercely at Zhang Haoran.

Zhang Haoran glanced again at that disciple.

That man wasn’t even a formal Mount Shushan disciple—just someone Zhang Qianshan took in after becoming an Overseer.

Despite his young age and weak cultivation,

He still acted high and mighty in front of eighth- and seventh-rank court officials and powerful cultivators.

His backing was naturally Zhang Qianshan—the weight of a Mount Shushan disciple.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t just Daxia. Who in the world didn’t respect or fear Mount Shushan?

Just hearing the words "Mount Shushan" was enough to shake people's hearts.

Zhang Qianshan waved his hand, “Young man, you haven’t been to Mount Shushan, so you don’t know how high it stands, how deep the martial world runs. You’ve just started on the cultivation path, no rush—go home and think it over.”

After speaking, Zhang Qianshan said to the disciple behind him:

“Begin.”

That disciple waved his hand, and the curtains on both sides opened.

Turns out both sides of the hall were filled with waiting officials.

These Daxia officials even included a sixth-rank one.

At this moment, they were bowing respectfully to Zhang Qianshan, who as an Overseer was considered a ninth-rank official in Daxia.

Dishes and wine were served like flowing water.

It wasn’t just in Daxia—almost every region had a Mount Shushan Overseer post.

Though the rank wasn’t high, the position wasn’t subordinate to any local power.

Only Mount Shushan could command them, and their authority was absurdly wide.

With Mount Shushan backing them, no one dared to provoke.

Far from the mountain, far from the Emperor.

Disciples like Zhang Qianshan were numerous throughout the land.

Wine and toasts passed around the table, Zhang Haoran watched Zhang Qianshan enjoying himself with ease.

That sixth-rank official, old enough to be Zhang Qianshan’s father, was calling him “Brother Qianshan” repeatedly.

At some point, Zhang Haoran had already left the banquet.

Zhang Qianshan glanced around, didn’t see him, and gave a light snort.

“Doesn’t know what’s good for him!”

The bull demon below heard this and quickly chimed in:

“Sir, leave that brat to me.”

Zhang Qianshan nodded, “Go ahead!”

The bull demon had been itching for this.

“...........”

Outside, at some point, light rain had started falling, tapping rhythmically against the windowpane.

A tall, burly figure suddenly appeared ahead, blocking Zhang Haoran’s path.

The bull demon stood like a towering mountain, its thick legs rooted to the ground like solid stone pillars.

It faced Zhang Haoran.

Reaching behind its back, it pulled out a thick staff tightly wrapped in black cloth.

As the cloth unraveled, the staff’s full form was revealed.

Jet black and gleaming, perfectly straight.

Golden patterns wound along the shaft, dazzling and radiant—it seemed to be a Buddhist magical artifact.

“Return my child’s life!!”

It swung the black staff. “Boom...”

The air rang with the sound of it breaking through.

Zhang Haoran pressed down on his long saber.

Poised to clash head-on with the staff.

In the next instant, two poisoned crossbow bolts shot from behind the bull demon.

The bolts glinted coldly, easily piercing through the bull demon’s protective qi and its vital organs.

The bull demon dropped to the ground instantly.

Zhang Haoran shook his head, “How despicable, trying to ambush me when I let my guard down.”

“.........”

At the banquet.

“Come, let us toast Zhang Zhenren once more.”

Zhang Qianshan had just raised his wine cup.

“Bang”—a loud crash.

Suddenly, a blood-drenched bull head dropped from above.

Everyone was shocked.

When they got a clear look at the bull head, Zhang Qianshan’s face darkened. He crushed the wine cup in his hand, his voice simmering with anger.

“What an arrogant brat!”

“..........”

Zhang Qianshan closed his eyes, rotating two walnuts in his hand.

The disciple beside him said, “Master, with the bull demon dead, our income is cut off. That brat is too vile—please order us to kill him!”

Zhang Qianshan shook his head, “The old ancestor of Niulan Mountain has no weak cultivation. I inspected the corpse—clean and efficient. A greenhorn couldn’t pull that off.”

“But we can’t just let him go, or how will we continue business in the future?”

Zhang Qianshan pondered for a moment and sneered.

“I’ll write a letter to Mount Shushan, labeling him as heretic scum. That’ll do.”

He was all too familiar with this kind of tactic.

“Master, brilliant move.”

Zhang Qianshan said coldly, “Opposing me is opposing Mount Shushan.”

The disciple had already prepared ink and brush. Just as Zhang Qianshan was about to write the letter—

A sword command arrived.

Zhang Qianshan received the command, eyes narrowing.

“Master, what is it?” the disciple asked.

“Nothing major. Mount Shushan wants me back for a meeting.”

“A meeting?”

Zhang Qianshan replied, “Shouldn’t be a big deal, just a regular one. I’ll take a trip back to Mount Shushan.”

“..........”

A few days later.

Zhang Qianshan returned to Mount Shushan, submitted his token.

Headed straight to Tongtian Peak, nodding to familiar senior brothers along the way.

“Junior Brother Qianshan, after your debriefing, don’t forget to come drink at Menial Peak.”

“Definitely, definitely,” Zhang Qianshan said with a big smile.

Back in Mount Shushan, Zhang Qianshan immediately dropped his outside persona of “Heaven is number one, Earth is number two, I’m number three.”

His smile turned honest, his attitude humble.

At Mount Shushan, even a dragon must coil up, a tiger must crouch.

He entered a hall on Tongtian Peak.

Zhang Qianshan looked a bit puzzled.

Why was he the only one returning this time? None of the other regional Mount Shushan overseers were present.

As he thought this, the moment he sat down—

Seven or eight people suddenly emerged in the hall and rushed at him, quickly subduing him.

Zhang Qianshan’s expression changed drastically as he shouted in alarm:

“Who are you!? What are you doing? I was ordered to return to Mount Shushan for a report—why are you arresting me?”

He shouted and struggled, but two fists were no match for four hands.

Soon, he was escorted to the Law Enforcement Hall.