A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 114: Everything Awaits the Right Timing!
Capital city of Daxia.
A violent fit of coughing echoed from the old emperor.
“The marriage between Lu’er and that Great Sui prince has already been finalized?”
The eunuch below quickly answered, “Finalized! Everything is ready.”
The eunuch had just returned from Great Sui not long ago, thinking he was surely due for a reward.
“If it’s finalized, good. Now take some men to Great Sui and inform them that the marriage with my daughter is canceled.”
Eunuch: ............
Is this a joke?
You changed your mind way too fast. The marriage was just confirmed not long ago.
And now it’s canceled.
The eunuch looked completely baffled.
“Master... this servant dares to ask one thing...”
“Hurry and take care of it!”
“Yes!”
Noticing the master’s tone had turned colder, the eunuch hurriedly complied.
He rushed out of the Imperial Palace, cursing angrily in his heart.
Isn’t this just pure torment?
“...........”
The old emperor picked up a delicate porcelain bottle and poured all the spirit pills into his mouth.
His gaze fell on the red-robed woman seated on a cushion across from him, suppressing the restlessness in his heart.
The red-robed woman slowly spoke: “Weren’t you planning to raise your troops? What’s the meaning of breaking off the engagement now? Planning to give Great Sui an excuse to go to war with Daxia?”
“The Five Immortal Sects control Central State. Nations won’t go to war so easily.
Besides, Great Sui is weaker than Daxia. Even with such humiliation, they wouldn’t actually draw swords.”
“Then what’s the point of this move?” the red-robed woman asked.
“The Demon Elimination Tournament is approaching. I want Daxia and Great Sui to fall out over this matter.
Let someone tell that Great Sui prince that my daughter Zhao Lu doesn’t fancy him, that she looks down on him.
Anyone would be unable to endure that kind of humiliation. After the tournament...
I’ll arrange for my daughter Zhao Lu to duel him. Blades have no eyes.
Say... if my daughter, the princess of Daxia, gets killed on the stage.
Or even if she’s assassinated on the road back to Mount Shushan...
As a Mount Shushan disciple and a Daxia princess...
If I rally the entire nation to avenge my daughter, wouldn’t that be perfectly justified!!”
The red-robed woman gave a cold laugh. “You can even use your own daughter—you're truly ruthless. I’m not sure cooperating with you is even a wise choice.”
“You don’t have other options now. Even your Asura Hall’s main base was destroyed by Mount Shushan.”
The old emperor said mockingly.
Liu Qiushui’s eyes grew colder.
“Mount Shushan... Li Xuanxiao... I’ll make them pay in blood!”
“Li Xuanxiao? A Mount Shushan disciple?”
“Yes. He definitely remembers me.” Liu Qiushui clenched her fists, eyes burning with fury. “I’ll settle this debt with him slowly!”
“...........”
Great Sui, Shencao Mountain.
Li Xuanxiao looked at the Sword Spirit standing before him.
“So now you listen to me?”
“At your command!” the Sword Spirit replied without hesitation.
Li Xuanxiao nodded thoughtfully.
Heavenly Dao above, ancestors of Mount Shushan, bless me.
How did I stumble upon such a lucky encounter?
Could it be that the Heavenly Dao knows it owes me too much and is now making it up to me?
Li Xuanxiao pondered to himself.
He looked at the Sword Spirit in front of him, who also stared back.
But Li Xuanxiao felt the other’s gaze was... strange—like a devotee staring at a worshiped deity.
He tried to probe the Sword Spirit’s aura.
Couldn’t sense anything—far too powerful.
Then, led by the Sword Spirit, he went to Hanging Sword Bridge to see its true form.
So that rusty, battered sword hanging under the bridge—
That’s the legendary Dragon-Slaying Sword?
Li Xuanxiao looked at the rust-covered blade.
From afar, you wouldn’t even think it was a sword.
Yet it birthed a Sword Spirit and could even manifest in physical form.
Such a treasure…
He was sure he struck gold!!
It’s like going to a supermarket to buy eggs, and just happening to have enough points for a raffle—
And the scratch card wins five million.
Li Xuanxiao was quietly happy but kept his expression calm.
It was a skill he’d honed over the years.
“Gate Master, what’s the name of our sect?”
“For now... let’s call it the Nine-Class Sect.”
Li Xuanxiao didn’t share his real plans with the Sword Spirit—they’d just met after all.
Can’t trust people easily.
Wait—can’t trust swords easily.
“Great name. Then may I ask, Mountain Lord, what’s our next step?”
“The current plan...” Li Xuanxiao thought quickly, “is to first clear out the fierce beasts nearby.”
After speaking, Li Xuanxiao glanced at the Sword Spirit.
“Can you handle it?”
With these fierce beasts around, the surrounding area was void of human life.
The locals had long since been eaten clean.
Even sect disciples had to tread carefully, afraid a powerful beast might jump out at any moment.
“This kind of sesame-sized little problem? No need for you to worry, Mountain Lord!
You just sit back and stew in your braised pork. In this mountain, I’m invincible.”
Suddenly, a deafening boom erupted.
“RUMBLE——!!”
The entire mountain shook violently, as if a massive earthquake had struck.
The once peaceful and quiet Shencao Mountain became chaotic in an instant.
Countless fierce beasts with enormous bodies and hideous faces stampeded from deep within the forest like a tidal wave.
Clearly terrified by some overwhelming force, they abandoned their usual ferocity and fled madly in all directions, driven by instinct.
The forest turned into utter chaos, trees toppled, dust filled the sky.
This sudden disruption spread beyond Shencao Mountain, affecting several neighboring peaks.
Li Xuanxiao quickly shouted, “Hold your hand! Don’t exterminate all the beasts. Those harmless and docile spirit beasts—please show mercy.
If we kill them all, it’ll be bad for Shencao Mountain.”
Hearing Li Xuanxiao’s shout, the Sword Spirit nodded slightly, signaling understanding.
And vanished in a flash.
Li Xuanxiao wiped the sweat from his brow. “Such intense sword aura!”
Soon, all the fierce beasts on Shencao Mountain were wiped out by the Sword Spirit.
And while at it, it caught a bunch of groundhogs.
“Gate Master, I think these groundhogs will be quite useful for building the sect gate.”
Li Xuanxiao nodded, impressed by the Sword Spirit’s thoughtfulness.
He looked at the trembling groundhogs.
“Which one of you is the leader?”
“...Me..”
A slightly dazed voice piped up.
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“I’m the only one who can talk.”
Li Xuanxiao couldn’t resist poking it—it was kinda soft and cute.
“Would you guys be willing to stay here?”
The groundhog glanced at the Sword Spirit—clearly terrified.
Li Xuanxiao said, “It’s alright. Just tell me what you really think.”
“No way! We mice will never be slaves.”
“Free meals, free lodging, monthly wages too.”
Groundhog: “But now that I think about it, working for you seems very promising.”
Li Xuanxiao nodded. “Wise creatures know who to follow.”
So, wasting no time, Li Xuanxiao drafted blueprints, and the groundhogs helped with labor.
They built several simple, connected houses modeled after Mount Shushan.
This would be the outer disciples’ quarters.
Then, Li Xuanxiao set up a few simple formations on the mountain.
Not much time left—he’d have to come back later to finish.
The Ancestor Shrine.
It’s the first structure built in any sect.
But right now, it was empty—not even a single portrait inside.
From the outside, it looked like a thatched hut.
Li Xuanxiao didn’t plan to place any portraits either.
Everything awaits the right timing!
Starting today, he was a local tyrant with his own mountain.
Li Xuanxiao thought to himself, a little smugly.
After all that was done, he gave the Sword Spirit a few instructions and left Shencao Mountain.
This Demon Elimination Tournament...
He was still hesitating—should he go or not?
There were plenty of reasons to go.
Also plenty of reasons not to.
Li Xuanxiao found it hard to decide.
“........”
