A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 254: Just Another Day for Me
"Hahaha~"
At the northern peak of Central Continent.
A mad monk traversed mountains and rivers, arriving from the edge of the horizon.
The crazed old monk panted heavily as his feet touched the ground.
God only knew what price he'd paid to step onto Central Continent's soil.
His face twisted grotesquely - he'd personally severed his own Longevity Bridge earlier.
His Nascent Soul had suffered self-inflicted wounds, now flickering like a candle in the wind.
Meridians snapped inside him, fresh blood still gushing from all seven facial orifices.
The spiritual energy that once flowed smoothly through his meridians now rampaged like headless flies.
Flowing backward, it ravaged his internal organs with unbearable agony.
Only through such self-mutilation—deliberately suppressing his cultivation—could he evade Mount Shushan's surveillance.
"Hey, where'd you come from?" The mad monk grinned foolishly at the soldier.
"Fuck! You reek!" The soldier kicked the old monk.
A murderous glint flashed through the monk's eyes before he scampered away, patting his rear.
Soon after, someone discovered the soldier's entire household dead.
Meanwhile...
Across Central Continent's borders—snowy mountains, oceans, deserts—similar mad figures appeared.
Entering Central Continent in batches, at different times and locations.
"............"
A tiny Nascent Soul controlled a flying sword, cleanly severing Fanyue's head.
The head landed with a wet thud.
Before the Nascent Soul could act further, Fanyue's corpse burst into flames.
"BOOM—!!"
"Holy shit~!" The tiny Nascent Soul turned tail and fled.
Thunderbolts rained down like a storm.
Dodging left and right, the Nascent Soul chanted: "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..."
It suddenly pivoted mid-air, charging back toward Fanyue's remains.
Lin Wanqing had traded three hundred years of cultivation for Fanyue's protection.
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Alarmingly, Fanyue's disembodied hands now twitched, blindly groping for his head...
In one breath, the Nascent Soul reappeared above Fanyue.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"
First came Soul-Nailing Spikes, then a Soul-Extinguishing Pearl.
Finally, it spat Spiritual Flame.
"Incinerate!!"
The flames consumed Fanyue's corpse while spikes pinned his soul.
The pearl detonated with cataclysmic force, utterly annihilating his spirit.
"Oh shit, I'm dead~"
Simultaneously...
Li Xuanxiao's main body raised his right hand, pointing skyward.
Clouds churned violently, forming a black vortex.
Without warning, lightning struck—
"CRACK—!!"
Li Xuanxiao weathered the first heavenly tribulation effortlessly.
The second strike approached, yet his expression remained serene.
Compared to his Nascent Soul tribulation? Child's play.
He sensed celestial beings orchestrating this punishment from above.
Tribulation?
Just another Tuesday.
This was divine retribution—no rewards for success, only death for failure.
"Heavenly Dao my ass," he muttered as violet lightning descended.
Li Xuanxiao smirked... then executed a perfect slide tackle behind Di Nü Feng, who was reading comics.
"Your turn, Ultimate Imperial Weapon!!"
Countless thunderbolts illuminated the heavens.
The punishment had only begun.
"............"
"Whew... finally over."
Li Xuanxiao sighed as clouds dispersed.
"Still got the better end of this."
He glanced at the slightly charred Di Nü Feng.
Di Nü Feng: (¯﹃¯)
"You... okay?"
Did the lightning make her dumber? He poked her with a stick.
"I'LL BITE YOU TO DEATH!"
Meanwhile at Mount Shushan...
Lingxu was lecturing disciples on "Sleep Cultivation"—how to advance while napping.
After explaining the theory's profundities...
Li Xuanxiao's verdict:
"Total bullshit."
Soon, Lingxu's snores echoed through the hall.
"Only my master could pull this off," Li Xuanxiao grumbled, thinking of his countless diligent clones cultivating simultaneously.
While he risked lightning strikes during tribulations, his master leveled up by sleeping.
It nearly destabilized his Dao Heart.
More pressing was observing Third Senior Sister Lin Wanqing.
Would she sense Fanyue's death?
Apparently not—she showed no reaction.
With Lin Wanqing bound to another 300-year enlightenment pact,
At least there'd be temporary peace.
But was someone manipulating her?
Her sudden power surge reeked of outside influence.
Li Xuanxiao drummed his fingers.
With the old emperor dead, were they finally moving against Mount Shushan?
He knew an enemy existed—but not their identity, resources, or strength.
Like a blind man riding a blind horse approaching a cliff at midnight.
All he could do was prepare.
The Great Sui... Daxia... Tian Sha Hall...
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