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

Cui Wanwan glanced at Su Mu and immediately said:

“Senior Sister Su Mu, don’t misunderstand. It was Senior Brother Lu who wanted to teach me swordplay—I didn’t want to learn at first.”

Everyone knew that Su Mu and Lu Zhaoyao were about to become Dao partners.

They were only waiting for the Sect Leader to return and approve it.

In Mount Shushan, Dao partnership requests had to be submitted to the Sect Leader first.

Only after the Sect Leader approved would they be officially recognized as Dao partners by the sect.

Lu Zhaoyao looked at Su Mu in silence, offering no explanation.

He never spoke much in front of Su Mu.

Even though the two were soon to become Dao partners, the closest of companions.

“You’re practicing with him. You don’t need to explain to me.”

Cui Wanwan’s bright eyes blinked, as if wanting to say more:

“Senior Sister...”

Su Mu walked off to the side and began practicing her swordplay by herself, no longer sparing them a glance.

Cui Wanwan then whispered to Su Wan, “Senior Sister Su Wan, I think Senior Sister Su Mu is mad at me. Could you help me explain things to her?”

Su Wan replied, “Don’t worry. My sister isn’t that petty.”

“That’s good.” Cui Wanwan gave a dazzling smile.

Even Su Wan had to admit the girl was indeed quite adorable.

Lu Zhaoyao held his sword and walked up to Cui Wanwan.

“Let’s keep practicing.”

Cui Wanwan huffed, “You’d better go coax Senior Sister Su Mu. Looks like she’s mad at me because of you.”

“She wouldn’t. Su Mu’s not that petty. You must be overthinking it.”

Cui Wanwan glanced at Su Mu again.

She saw Su Mu’s breath was steady—she didn’t seem upset at all.

So the two continued practicing.

In Su Mu’s mind, memories of her past life kept replaying.

Cui Wanwan and Lu Zhaoyao had practiced together just like this, right in front of her.

As if they were the ones meant to be together, and she was nothing.

Back then, Su Mu trained alone.

Scenes of Cui Wanwan and Lu Zhaoyao kept flashing through her mind.

Her sword heart nearly became clouded. Though she later made up for it, her cultivation had already dropped.

When Lu Zhaoyao found out, he simply shook his head and, as always, said nothing.

Su Mu tried desperately to make up for it, practicing relentlessly.

But the harder she pushed, the less progress she made.

Until one day, Lu Zhaoyao said: “Stop training. It’s useless. Cui Wanwan happens to need a compatible sword.

Since you’re no longer practicing, give her your sword. No point in wasting it.”

Su Mu was so aggrieved she nearly cried.

That sword was a keepsake from her mother.

But Su Mu didn’t cry. She forced a smile and pretended to be cheerful, saying:

“Senior Brother, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I wasn’t cut out for swordplay anyway. Giving this sword to Junior Sister Wanwan is fine.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister. Since it’s a loan from you, I’ll take good care of it,” said Cui Wanwan.

Lu Zhaoyao said, “It’s not a loan—it's a gift.”

Su Mu froze for a moment, “Y-Yes... Junior Sister, don’t say loan. I’m giving it to you.”

Cui Wanwan said joyfully, “Really? Thank you, Senior Brother!”

Then she added,

“And of course, thank you too, Senior Sister.”

“.........”

Now living this life again, after being killed by Lu Zhaoyao...

When Su Mu once more saw Lu Zhaoyao practicing swordplay with Cui Wanwan,

Her heart was calm—she no longer felt what she did in her past life.

Even she was surprised by how much she had changed.

Lu Zhaoyao—who would’ve thought...

One day, I’d feel nothing for you?

Su Mu immersed herself in swordplay.

Her mind was filled with the scenes of Lu Zhaoyao slaughtering the disciples of Little Bamboo Peak.

And when faced with Lu Zhaoyao’s sword, Su Mu hadn’t even been able to resist.

This lifetime...

Su Mu gripped her longsword tightly—her hand tensed so much that the veins bulged and looked like they might burst through her skin.

Suddenly, a sharp burst of sword aura shot from within her like lightning!

The sword aura was razor-sharp—wherever it passed, the air was torn open, producing a high-pitched screech.

The nearby trees and flowers were crushed and broken under the force of it.

In that moment, Su Mu radiated an overwhelming power.

Her gaze turned fiercely resolute and sharp—like a peerless sword unsheathed.

With that outburst, Su Mu’s comprehension of swordplay surged immensely in an instant.

All the nearby disciples turned to look.

Su Mu suddenly swung her sword—and it wasn’t just swordplay—she was now one step closer to the Ruthless Dao of Mount Shushan.

She slashed again and again, cutting through the visions in her mind.

This life, I live only for myself.

Lu Zhaoyao, you and I are finished!!

“WOOONG——!!!”

Su Wan looked at her younger sister, eyes full of joy.

“Senior Sister Su Mu, you’re amazing.”

Cui Wanwan walked over.

The sword aura lashed out, slicing a strand of Cui Wanwan’s hair.

Cui Wanwan froze in place.

Su Mu said coolly, “Be careful, Junior Sister.”

Cui Wanwan’s expression changed slightly.

“Not bad.”

Lu Zhaoyao gave two words—a rare compliment to Su Mu.

If it were the previous life...

“Really? Senior Brother, I did pretty well, didn’t I? Could you say a few more words?”

Lu Zhaoyao: “You secretly trained for a month. I know.”

Su Mu instantly fell silent.

She had indeed begged her sister to help her train day and night for a month—just to hear one word of praise from Senior Brother Lu.

Now, Lu Zhaoyao nodded.

“Not bad.”

Su Mu didn’t even look at him.

Seeing this, Lu Zhaoyao slightly furrowed his sword brows.

He’d never seen Su Mu so cold before.

“Elder Sister, I’ve gained deeper insight into swordplay—I want to go into seclusion for a while.”

“No problem,” Su Wan nodded, then added, “Comprehend it well.”

“Oh, and—since I might need a long time to understand sword intent, by the time the Sect Leader returns, my engagement with Senior Brother Lu may interfere with my Dao comprehension.”

At that, Su Mu paused.

“Senior Sister, I... I’d like to postpone my engagement to Senior Brother.”

She said it. She actually said it.

Ever since Su Mu was saved by Lu Zhaoyao,

Even in her dreams, she wanted to marry him.

But now, with their engagement imminent, on the verge of becoming Dao partners...

Su Mu had said in front of everyone that she wanted to postpone it.

How could people not be shocked?

Everyone froze mid-action, staring at Su Mu with confusion, shock, and disbelief.

Even Lu Zhaoyao, always the face of a thousand-year-old iceberg, revealed a rare look of surprise.

“You... what did you say!?”

Su Wan asked again, not believing her ears.

But very soon, she got her answer from Su Mu.

“I want to delay my engagement with Senior Brother Lu.”