A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 240: House Arrest

The old emperor’s final gambit kicked in at this moment.

Zhao Lu opened the letter but hadn’t even started reading.

She immediately recognized her father’s handwriting.

Then, a wave of dizziness washed over her.

“Huh?”

She clutched her head, her vision blurring.

And then—she collapsed straight to the ground.

A completely black, minuscule Gu worm, nearly imperceptible to the eye, crawled out from her head.

It paused briefly mid-air, then began to flutter its wings, thin as cicada’s.

The Gu worm stared at the letter.

At the same time—

Mount Shushan, beneath a thatched hut.

Li Xuanxiao finished reading the letter and clicked his tongue.

That old emperor was truly devious.

Even on his deathbed, he planted so many landmines. Good thing he’d prepared, at least a little.

When Zhao Lu opened her eyes again, she found herself sitting on a swing.

Still holding the letter her father had left behind, she froze for a moment before coming back to her senses.

It felt like... she had just dozed off.

Zhao Lu looked down at the letter again.

It was her father’s handwriting.

Zhao Lu continued reading—

“My daughter Lu’er:

Seeing this letter is like seeing me in person. By the time you read my words, I’m afraid you’ve already heard the shocking news.

Do not drown yourself in sorrow and grief—it won’t change what has already happened.

Death is inevitable. It may come with great weight like Mount Tai, or as light as a feather.

Right now, your heart may feel like it’s being sliced apart, but remember this: what’s lost can never return, yet life must go on.

You mustn’t stay stuck in the past. Face the future with a positive mindset.

From this day forward, don’t let sorrow cloud your eyes. Turn grief into strength...

And be sure to listen carefully to your senior brother from Mount Shushan—Li Xuanxiao.

Though I only met him briefly, I believe he is someone trustworthy.

Of course, as for marrying him, I don’t think that should happen.

After all, a forced melon isn’t sweet. I don’t want to see you hurt.

Besides, your senior brother has told me himself—he has no interest in romantic matters, and is wholly devoted to cultivation.

So don’t be stubborn. Just do what you’re supposed to do…

And most importantly—listen to your senior brother!!”

Zhao Lu wiped away her tears. Huh?

Why did this letter keep going on and on about “senior brother” this and “senior brother” that?

His senior brother-ness!

“............”

Silver Sword Peak.

Li Xuanxiao rubbed his temples and kept divining.

Thinking it over—now that the old emperor was dead, was there anything he’d overlooked?

The Dragon Vein of Daxia had already been returned. Though much was inevitably lost in the process, it remained within acceptable limits.

Grand Elder Sun of Dasui, their top protector, had died and vanished from existence as a result.

Dasui lost a Tribulation Stage protector who guarded the nation.

While Daxia lost a ruler who had expanded its borders.

All in all, Dasui definitely came out ahead.

Li Xuanxiao figured that Sun Lao’s death would most likely be attributed to him.

After all, he had orchestrated the entire affair.

Now that Sun Lao was gone, there was no way he could ignore Dasui.

After all, Sun Lao had devoted his life to protecting Dasui.

And now, he had one more person to look after...

What mattered most now was whether there was another mastermind behind the old emperor.

If there was—who was it?

Who else had a grudge against Mount Shushan?

Hmm... honestly, too many possibilities.

Shushan had more enemies than he could count—anyone could be behind it.

If soldiers come, we’ll block them;if water floods, we’ll dam it.

As long as Mount Shushan stood firm, as long as his master Lingxu remained steady—

Let the floodwaters rise, Shushan would have its own way to handle it.

Stand still to adapt to all changes!

With that thought clear in mind, Li Xuanxiao steadied himself once more.

Before all this, Li Xuanxiao had laid out his plans and personally witnessed the siege on the old emperor.

What a spectacular scene that had been.

The old emperor had fought with incredible ferocity, unleashing astonishing power again and again, each time breaking past his own limits.

While watching, Li Xuanxiao kept thinking, gaining insights.

As the saying goes, “Using another mountain’s stone to sharpen your jade”—a great way to temper the heart and mind.

Still, Li Xuanxiao dared not chase breakthroughs recklessly anymore.

Just thinking about that thunder tribulation when his Golden Core broke into Nascent Soul was enough to give him the chills.

He really needed to solidify his current cultivation.

His breakthrough from Golden Core to Nascent Soul had been a last resort.

And it left him uneasy, worried that his foundation might have flaws.

Plus—there was something off about his Nascent Soul.

“Nascent Soul! Nascent Soul!”

Li Xuanxiao examined himself. Inside his Purple Palace Dantian, he saw a fake Nascent Soul.

Then he turned to his heel—and found the real one.

Li Xuanxiao narrowed his eyes. Fake!

Getting cleverer now.

That’s right—this was his real Nascent Soul.

Even he had trouble finding it—no one else stood a chance. Maximum stealth and security.

Refusing to give up, Li Xuanxiao kept searching inside his body, and finally found his real Nascent Soul under his armpit.

At that moment, a sword command arrived at the hut on Silver Sword Peak.

Li Xuanxiao opened it.

The command was for him to go to the back mountain of Tongtian Peak for confinement.

It was a direct order from his master.

Seemed like this time, he’d really crossed the line.

Recklessly deploying Tribulation Stage powers again and again...

Yeah, it was a bit much!

Good thing Lingxu was his master—generous and tolerant.

Anyone else would’ve kicked him out of the sect long ago.

Li Xuanxiao had already prepared for this. With a small travel bag in hand, he left Silver Sword Peak.

For the sake of disciple safety and such, only he and his master knew about the confinement.

Li Xuanxiao arrived at the back mountain of Tongtian Peak.

The place he’d be confined was a pavilion situated in the center of a pond.

The pond was named “No Envy for Immortals.”

It was home to the sect’s divine beast—the Water Qilin.

And the Water Qilin’s two cubs had also been tasked with guarding Li Xuanxiao.

He arrived at No Envy for Immortals and patted the heads of the two young Water Qilins.

Because they were hybrids, the two cubs technically only had half Qilin blood.

One was the offspring of a Water Qilin and a White Tiger.

Utterly adorable.

As for the other—it was the child of a Water Qilin and an earthworm, so...

What the h*ll even is that?!

Li Xuanxiao had once asked his master how exactly the Water Qilin had mated with an earthworm.

His master gave a long-winded explanation, then ended with:

“It happened while the Water Qilin and White Tiger were mating, and the earthworm just happened to pass by on the ground.”

Li Xuanxiao still couldn’t picture it, and didn’t want to try anymore.

He glanced at the pavilion supported by four pillars—this would be his confinement site for the next five years.

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