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

“Stand firm with both feet at the camp, set up the incense table to invite the immortals.

First invite the Fox, then the Yellow, then invite the Long Python and Spirit Marten with the Sorrow King.

The Fox Clan as commander, the Yellow Clan as the vanguard, Long Python holds the line, Sorrow King guards the hall....”

Li Xuanxiao didn’t understand why that old man, a dignified Sect Leader of Mount Shushan, was teaching him this kind of spirit-inviting ritual.

And the one he was inviting… was the old man himself.

Very soon, Li Xuanxiao felt another force entering his body.

Then, his body started moving on its own.

“Only the pure and ruthless Dao can wield the Mount Shushan Sword! If your heart is not pure enough, you will be wounded by the sword itself.”

The old man’s voice echoed in his mind.

His right hand formed a sword seal and raised it high above his head.

Then it slashed down cleanly and decisively.

As if slicing something apart, he softly shouted,

“Die!!”

At the same time, within the Sword Formation, sword aura crisscrossed like a storm, rushing toward Fan Yue.

Fan Yue blocked wave after wave of sword rain.

However, in the midst of this fierce clash, the Mount Shushan Sword suddenly burst forth with immense power.

The blade buzzed and instantly transformed into a streak of blinding golden light.

“No… don’t! Don’t kill me, I’m begging you.”

Fan Yue knew he was powerless now, his eyes filled with tears.

“I only beg to see Lin Wanqing once. That’s all I ask. I have never begged anyone before—can’t you let me go? I’ve already paid the price for this.

Even if I made mistakes in the past, why can’t I be given a chance?

You say I killed the innocent, but they only lost their lives—what I lost was love!!

I’ve already atoned for my sins. Why can’t I be forgiven? Just give me one chance!”

No words in response—only a muffled “pfft” as the golden light pierced through Fan Yue’s body without resistance.

No blood spilled from Fan Yue’s wound. Instead, strands of golden thread slowly seeped out from it.

These threads seemed alive, spreading rapidly, wrapping around his body.

As the threads coiled tighter, Fan Yue’s once-solid body began to crack and crumble like shattered porcelain.

Each fragment shimmered faintly, dissolving into nothingness mid-air.

“........”

Li Xuanxiao removed the talisman, pinched a spell seal with his fingers.

The wisp of wandering soul behind Tongtian Peak vanished without a trace.

That wisp had been a resentful ghost he captured earlier.

Slain by a Tiger Demon, it became a puppet spirit, luring others into danger on behalf of the Tiger Demon.

As for the little mechanism puppy, it was reduced to dust in the explosion, its corrosive liquid leaking out and dissolving even the dust.

After clearing all traces he left behind,

Li Xuanxiao finally coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“The Mount Shushan Sword Formation really is powerful.......”

If the old man hadn’t possessed him, and if his own Ruthless Dao wasn’t so pure and clear,

even knowing the Sword Formation’s incantation, he would’ve been devoured by it.

Li Xuanxiao took the prepared pill and didn’t rush to leave.

Instead, he mentally replayed the operation, about seven, eight… maybe ten times.

Yeah, there shouldn’t be any issues.

The success of this plan went far beyond his expectations.

He had even prepared five backup plans.

Simulated hundreds of unexpected scenarios.

After all, not everything goes according to plan.

What if Fan Yue had run into a Mount Shushan disciple on the way, and they happened to help him catch the mechanism puppy?

What if Fan Yue went to the back of Tongtian Peak but didn’t bother looking for the puppy?

What if Fan Yue ignored the sound of the flute...

And whether or not the Mount Shushan Sword Formation could even kill Fan Yue—that had been uncertain too.

In short, too many variables.

But in execution, everything had gone unexpectedly smooth.

Li Xuanxiao never showed his face the entire time—not even a trace of his presence leaked out.

Three reincarnations... could there be a fourth?

Do your best, leave the rest to fate.

“...........”

The shaking of the Mount Shushan Sword Formation alarmed the entire sect leadership.

When the Vice Sect Leader arrived with others, they had no idea what had happened.

They even thought the Sect Leader himself had entered the Sword Formation.

After all, only the Sect Leader knew the incantation to activate it.

With no other choice, they had someone fetch Sect Leader Lingxu, who was in seclusion.

When Lingxu opened the Jade Gate, he immediately noticed the disturbance within the formation.

There were clear traces of a battle.

But aside from that, nothing remained.

Lingxu inspected thoroughly—someone had definitely entered the Sword Formation.

But besides the Sect Leader, who else could get in?

Who could even activate the Mount Shushan Sword!?

Lingxu was filled with questions.

To get to the bottom of it, Mount Shushan went on lockdown for over three months.

They didn’t come up completely empty-handed, but found no truly useful clues.

The man named Fan Yue, brought back by Lin Wanqing of Silver Sword Peak, had disappeared without a trace.

Some disciples said the last time they saw him, he seemed to be riding a crane.

No one paid much attention afterward.

The Sword Formation itself wasn’t damaged, and nothing else unusual happened within Mount Shushan.

So the matter was left unresolved.

But from then on, disciples were assigned to guard the formation at all times.

The day Li Xuanxiao ended his seclusion just so happened to be the day Third Senior Sister Lin Wanqing was heading down the mountain.

Lin Wanqing was convinced Fan Yue had gone down the mountain.

“He’s so foolish, so naive. What if someone tricks him? I’m going to find him,” Lin Wanqing said.

Li Xuanxiao tried to comfort her. “Senior Sister, maybe he suddenly regained his memory.

And forgot everything from the time he lost it—including why he was at Mount Shushan.

So, he hurried down the mountain in a rush.

That’s how life is—some people come, some go.

Everyone has their own mission and journey.

Some people cross our paths only because fate plucked a single string at the right moment.

And when they leave, it's just a small interlude in a grand symphony.

If it was fate that brought you together, then even if you part in the end, there’s no need to cling too tightly or force things.

After all, life is full of twists and unknowns.

Just let everything take its course. What’s meant to come will come, what’s meant to go can’t be held back.”

But in the face of Li Xuanxiao’s comfort, Lin Wanqing only shook her head.

“You don’t understand. Ever since I met him, he’s been the only light in my life.”

Li Xuanxiao was silent for a moment. “Senior Sister, did you cross mountains and rivers, enduring countless hardships to join the Immortal Sect, just to meet someone you could entrust your life to?

Mount Shushan disciples never fight for one person, only for the fate of the world.”

Lin Wanqing gave a bitter smile. “I don’t have a heart as steadfast as yours… Looks like I’m really not suited for cultivation. Honestly, if I can live my life according to my own wishes, even if it’s short, that’s already pretty great.”

Li Xuanxiao said nothing more, only gave a quiet, “Take care.”