A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 232: Come Quickly!

Zhang Haoran looked up and met Liu Qiushui’s eyes.

“So you knew it was my scheme from the very beginning?”

At this point, he no longer bothered to pretend.

“Where to start…” Liu Qiushui thought for a moment. “Probably from the second time you escaped from me. I figured Ghost Hand Miracle Doctor was already dead.”

Li Xuanxiao couldn't help but recall the moment he played dumb and called him 'dad'.

So you just wanted to hear me call you 'dad', huh?

Liu Qiushui shook her head. “I could’ve killed you back then, but I didn’t.

Because I knew that even if I did, it wouldn’t change anything. Asura Hall was already destroyed.

Now, I’ve obtained Daxia’s Dragon Vein.

I’ll go back and slowly absorb it. When chaos erupts in the world, I’ll rise again.”

As she spoke, Liu Qiushui reached out and tapped Zhang Haoran’s forehead.

“I think it’s better if you win against the old emperor.

So good luck. Thanks for giving me the Dragon Vein—I’ll make good use of it.”

Zhang Haoran’s body began to crack apart piece by piece.

The body Li Xuanxiao had built at enormous expense, infused with sword spirit and sword intent, was now unraveling.

That single finger from Liu Qiushui ended Zhang Haoran’s life.

And not just Zhang Haoran’s.

At the same time, the real Li Xuanxiao at Shencao Mountain let out a miserable scream.

His face contorted in pain, his soul taking damage.

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

“You… you…”

Zhang Haoran looked at Liu Qiushui in shock.

Because in order to keep Zhang Haoran hidden from Tribulation Stage cultivators, as well as various magical treasures and grand formations,

They had split the soul and used multiple doppelgängers.

The same went for Jia Sidào.

Now that Zhang Haoran was dead,

Li Xuanxiao was dragged down with him.

That one finger from Liu Qiushui had used a profound technique, wounding the real body through the clone.

“Brat, this is your punishment for deceiving me.”

With another wave of her hand, Zhang Haoran turned into dust.

But Zhang Haoran’s final expression made Liu Qiushui a little uneasy.

Whatever. There’s no time to worry about that now.

Liu Qiushui tapped her toe in the air.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Suddenly, tiny cracks appeared across her cheeks.

And within those cracks, dazzling golden light flickered.

It was made up of countless golden threads.

The golden threads seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and began to peel away from her skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Liu Qiushui instinctively reached out to catch them.

However, just then—

She let out a muffled groan, exhaling a heavy breath.

Before she could recover, streams of golden light burst out from her mouth, nose, and every pore.

Like flying serpents, they quickly vanished into the air.

As if they dissolved upon contact.

Liu Qiushui clenched her jaw, forcing herself to endure the internal chaos.

She had to find a safe place immediately to fully digest the rampaging Dragon Vein energy inside her.

This was the condensed fortune of an entire nation.

Liu Qiushui tapped her toe, ready to leave.

Suddenly, she sensed something was off.

Hmm?

“Come out!!”

Not far away, one of the towering peaks—

Was suddenly torn open by Liu Qiushui’s divine sense.

Like a sword that could cut through anything, it cleaved the mountain in two with overwhelming force.

The cut was razor-sharp, like an axe splitting wood.

The next second, a flash of sword light shot into the sky.

“Demoness! Hand over the Dragon Vein now!”

Mount Shushan!?

Liu Qiushui’s face filled with surprise.

On the surrounding peaks, figures began appearing one by one.

They had originally come under orders from their sect leader to carry out a mission.

But by chance, they arrived just as chaos broke out in the Daxia capital, and soon discovered someone had stolen the Dragon Vein.

So they tracked her here and cornered Liu Qiushui.

Liu Qiushui held a ball of true fire in her hand.

One, two, three, four…

Four Tribulation Stage cultivators from Mount Shushan!?

Her expression turned grave.

She couldn’t help but think back to Zhang Haoran’s final expression.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

If she wanted to steal Daxia’s fortune, of course she couldn’t alert Mount Shushan.

But if she was eliminating the Asura Hall’s leader who stole that fortune, then it was perfectly justified.

“Demoness! You got lucky last time, but this time won’t be so easy.”

Liu Qiushui clutched her chest and coughed up blood.

“Cough, cough… d*mn it!! Got played by him again.”

“............”

Dasui, Shencao Mountain.

Li Xuanxiao kept tapping his forehead.

Now that Plan A was ruined, they could only go with Plan B.

Plan A was for Liu Qiushui to help, making it four against one.

Now, it was just three against one.

On the Ancient Battlefield, although the old emperor’s cultivation had fallen,

With the Myriad Soul Banner in his hand, he still held the upper hand.

Now, the Sword Spirit led the charge, with Di Nü Feng and Old Sun supporting.

They faced a horde of resentful souls, like soldiers on a battlefield, unafraid of death.

The Sword Spirit, brimming with fierce sword intent, stepped forward like lightning.

She tore open a massive gap in the army.

But just as that gap appeared, a massive staff met her head-on.

Sword intent clashed with the staff, and the Sword Spirit was pushed back.

Looking closely, she saw two massive staffs in the hands of two burly, armored old apes.

These two apes were both at the Fusion Stage, like two immovable mountains blocking her path.

They were the ancestors of Armored Mountain who had gone missing during a great war two centuries ago.

After their disappearance, Armored Mountain fell into decline.

Turns out the old emperor had taken them into the Myriad Soul Banner.

Old Sun stroked his beard as he looked at the two Armored Apes.

He had some ties with them in the past, but never imagined their next meeting would be like this.

The two apes roared deeply, their voices like thunder, shaking the heavens.

“Boom—!!”

Meanwhile, Di Nü Feng and Old Sun were each surrounded by waves of enemies.

The Myriad Soul Banner hovered in the air, spinning constantly.

In an instant, eight more Fusion Stage cultivators appeared on the battlefield.

Plus two Tribulation Stage powerhouses, and countless resentful cultivators.

Old Sun tried to get close to the banner, but its aura of resentful souls nearly shattered his inner sea.

He was forced to retreat, swarmed by countless spirits giving him no time to breathe.

Di Nü Feng waved her sleeve and purified swarms of souls.

But soon, she became the main target of the old emperor.

Besieged by two Tribulation Stage cultivators, with endless resentful souls pouring in.

They feared nothing—not even death.

Di Nü Feng cursed loudly, “Cheating! This is cheating… I’m out!”

Her voice was quickly drowned in the tide.

“..........”

The old emperor now sat cross-legged on the battlefield.

He was severely injured and focused on recovery.

In truth, he didn’t even need to act.

With the Myriad Soul Banner alone, he stood undefeatable.

Even weakened, the three couldn’t defeat him.

He reconnected his Dao to the banner, attempting to regain his Tribulation Stage cultivation.

He hadn't done so before—

First, because the banner wasn’t yet strong enough.

Second, due to fear of demonic influence compromising his mind.

Third, he hadn’t wanted to fully abandon his identity as emperor.

But now, none of that mattered anymore.

“........”

The Myriad Soul Banner.

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Finally showing yourself.

Li Xuanxiao stopped tapping his forehead.

With so many souls, let’s see how you plan to pull them all back at once.

At that moment, Mount Shushan.

Sect Leader Lingxu had just woken up.

He looked at the command token in his hand.

“Come quickly to Dasui, Shencao Mountain.”

Lingxu: (O_o)??

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