A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 127: Something’s Twelve Kinds of Off

Li Xuanxiao let out a long sigh toward the sky.

Sure enough, compared to the enemies he really had to face,

the old emperor was nothing.

The old emperor was predictable.

But the others—you had no idea what they’d do the next second.

You couldn’t understand what kind of weird ideas they’d suddenly come up with, had no clue what strange powers they might have........

After putting in so much effort, you’d think it was enough, but turns out it barely matched half the talent of a genius.

Not even as good as the other guy’s casual auto attack.

Li Xuanxiao suddenly laughed.

Goes both ways, huh?

Heh, interesting.

So I’m living the life of a power fantasy male lead now too.

Any male lead wanna switch lives with me? Please??

I’m young, strong, and decent-looking.

Got loads of experience handling tricky messes.

Skilled at all kinds of rule-heavy dungeons, Cthulhu worlds, cyberpunk...

“..........”

A few days later, the Mount Shushan group prepared to leave Daxia and head back to the sect.

Zhao Lu had been staying at the Imperial Palace these days, and when it came time to leave, her long lashes fluttered, and her tears fell like a waterfall.

“My father is so seriously injured, I don’t even know when he’ll recover.”

“How did your father treat you?” Li Xuanxiao suddenly asked.

Zhao Lu answered proudly, “My father’s always been good to me. I had lots of siblings growing up, but my father and mother doted on me the most.

My father liked holding me while sitting on the dragon throne, and he used to whisper to me that my brothers were all useless, and that he planned to pass the throne to me in the future.”

“Has your father ever changed?”

“Huh?”

Zhao Lu, walking ahead, tilted her little head and looked up at Li Xuanxiao, blinking.

“I mean, in your memory, did your father ever change suddenly, like he became a different person?”

Zhao Lu paused to think for a moment, then shook her head.

“Never.”

Same as me, born into this world?

Li Xuanxiao pondered.

Zhao Lu added a bit wistfully, “This time coming back, I noticed Father’s gotten so much older. He used to say that when I grew up, he’d pass me the throne and spend his days taking care of my children.”

Zhao Lu suddenly gave a mischievous smile, “Senior Brother, when are we having kids?

After we have children, I’ll let Father and Mother raise them, and we can go travel the world.

Once they raise them into proper little adults, we’ll come back.”

For once, Li Xuanxiao didn’t scold her. He reached out and placed his hand on her head.

“Senior Brother, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Li Xuanxiao looked up into the distance. “Just wanted to tell you— even if your father’s not there, your Senior Brother will still take care of you.”

Zhao Lu’s smile bloomed like a flower.

...........

Mount Shushan.

Daoist Lingxu stormed back to the sect in a fury and went straight to the Vice Sect Leader.

But when he arrived, he saw a lively crowd, with many disciples gathered around.

“When is the Sect Leader coming back?”

“I heard they completely wiped out the Asura Hall this time. The Left and Right Guardians—one dead, one captured. They even dragged back a Tribulation Stage cultivator!”

“Mount Shushan hasn’t had such a big win in ages.”

“Tsk tsk, since Martial Uncle Lingxu took over as Sect Leader, it hasn’t even been a hundred years, and he already flattened Asura Hall. Truly living up to his reputation.”

“No kidding~”

“..........”

Lingxu’s eyes narrowed into crescent moons as he beamed with joy.

He stroked his beard with one hand.

The disciples were all praising this old man.

Under this old man’s leadership, Mount Shushan was indeed thriving.

Because of me, the sect is at peace.

Asura Hall... when did that get wiped out?

Lingxu suddenly snapped to attention.

Just then, the surrounding disciples noticed the Sect Leader had arrived.

“Sect Leader Martial Uncle!”

“Sect Leader!”

Lingxu clasped one hand behind his back, stroked his beard with the other, smiling.

“All is well, all is well.”

“The Elders are back!” a disciple shouted.

Several streams of light sparkled in the sky above Mount Shushan, then descended onto the mountain.

An Enshrined Elder pushed the shackled Right Guardian of Asura Hall forward.

“Guards! This guy’s already been restrained—take him to the Demon Suppression Tower.

And this Tribulation Stage corpse too—send it to the tower along with him.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent!!”

Mount Shushan disciples clapped and cheered.

The elders accepted the applause and praise from the junior disciples with beaming smiles.

Then they made their way through the crowd to Daoist Lingxu.

“Sect Leader Senior Brother, the mission went off without a hitch. Pity that demoness escaped, but with the Left and Right Guardians of Asura Hall captured, I doubt they’ll cause any more trouble!”

Daoist Lingxu nodded slightly, “Not bad, not bad. Taking down two of Asura Hall’s Guardians—two Tribulation Stage cultivators—has made Mount Shushan famous once again.”

(⊙o⊙)…

Lingxu suddenly realized—wait, this... is this right?

They’re talking like I orchestrated the entire mission!

Lingxu glanced at the elders, then at the Vice Sect Leader beside him.

No matter how he looked at it, they didn’t seem to be messing with him.

“Tonight, we’ll hold a feast—Seven Peaks will celebrate together!”

“Great!”

After that, Lingxu pulled the Vice Sect Leader aside.

“How did you all know about this mission?”

The Vice Sect Leader gave Lingxu a puzzled look.

“Sect Leader, didn’t you send me the secret message?”

“Secret message?”

Didn’t I just ask you to come pick me up and let me show off a bit in front of the girl?

And then I got threatened with having my senior-cultivator retirement card snapped in two!

The Vice Sect Leader opened the message.

Lingxu took it. Yep, it was his handwriting.

Looked like he really did write it.

“What’s this writing? I don’t recognize a single character.”

The Vice Sect Leader reminded him, “Sect Leader, what’s going on? That’s our Mount Shushan cipher. You forgot?

Back when Master was alive, some unknown disciple suggested it, and the system was set up.

Only the Sect Leader knows the cipher. When messages are sent back to Shushan, we decode them with the cipherbook.”

Lingxu nodded.

Makes sense.

Only the Sect Leader knows the cipher. If I don’t know it...

Wait, I’m the Sect Leader!?

Lingxu’s eyes bulged.

Something is twelve kinds of off about this whole thing!!

Lingxu returned to his cave residence, full of questions, considering whether to investigate this thoroughly.

And there, kneeling inside, was his disciple—Li Xuanxiao.

Lingxu looked him up and down. “What are you kneeling here for?”

“Disciple has come to admit his mistake,” Li Xuanxiao said solemnly.

“What mistake? You peeked at a female disciple bathing again and got caught?”

Lingxu still remembered Li Xuanxiao as a kid, sneaking a Recording Stone into someone’s cave and getting beat half to death.

“No, this time I accidentally took Master’s Sect Leader Sword Command, unintentionally pocketed your horsetail whisk, and also accidentally mimicked your handwriting—almost caused a massive disaster!”