A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 150: Mount Shushan Doesn’t Care About You—I Do!

Back when Li Xuanxiao was stuck in bed, watching all those ridiculous novelbuddys and fantasy dramas, there was always one thing he didn’t get:

"The world’s so big—how do two people always just happen to meet?"

Couldn’t the writers stop feeding us these brainless plot setups?

But now, looking back—

Turns out the writers were being modest.

Originally, Liu Qiushui failed to capture the Old Emperor—only his primordial spirit escaped.

And it escaped fast. She had the intent, but not the speed to chase it down.

But the emperor’s son? Yeah, he was still here.

So, following the Demon Sect’s code of conduct, Liu Qiushui came looking for the son.

Now, don’t misunderstand—the Demon Sect wasn’t just random chaos. It had its own principles.

See, there was a time when the Demon Sect’s reputation was so bad, the whole world wanted them wiped out.

To clean up their image, they had a big sect meeting and actually drafted rules.

Stuff like:

Even if you’re seeking revenge, don’t touch women and children.

Let the world know that even if they were evil, at least they were principled about it.

That way, more people would be drawn to the sect.

But once the rules were in place, the cultivators of the Demon Sect found… loopholes.

When killing, they still wiped out entire families. But they’d say, all self-righteously:

“Fellow Daoist, while we of the Demon Sect don’t kill women and children…”

“…your son is not a woman. And your wife is not a child.”

“So… sorry! Eat my Soul-Destroying Palm!”

“.........”

And that’s why Liu Qiushui came to track down the son the emperor had abandoned.

She paused midair, spotting a figure in the distance.

“Li… Li Xuanxiao!?”

Li Xuanxiao’s lips twitched.

Right then, someone flew over from behind, shouting:

“Fellow Daoist! This isn’t fair—I got here first!”

Li Xuanxiao turned to see a sword cultivator, expression full of surprise.

This guy was gutsy. Even sensing an oppressive power way beyond his own cultivation, he didn’t back off—instead, he still tried to flirt!?

“Fellow Daoist, stunned, huh? Ever read that novel ‘My Adventures With the Body Fusion Empress’?”

Li Xuanxiao shook his head.

“I’ve got a feeling… my lucky break is here.”

And with that, the handsome sword cultivator flicked his sleeve.

Countless brilliant, colorful flower petals scattered from his hand like a rain of gemstones.

Each petal was translucent and glittered like a master-crafted work of art.

He stepped gracefully onto the petals, each of his movements as light as a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface. The petals trembled underfoot but held his weight.

As he moved, the petals arranged themselves into a winding path that led right to Liu Qiushui.

“Boom!”

Li Xuanxiao tilted his head slightly.

“RIP, bro. That was brutal.”

“Li Xuanxiao, you…”

In a flash, Liu Qiushui appeared in front of him.

Li Xuanxiao’s heart tightened.

I mean… come on. Who wouldn’t be scared?

The power gap here was absurd.

Other protagonists might have to fight Nascent Souls while still in the Golden Core stage.

He? He was facing a Tribulation Stage powerhouse.

“Are… are you okay?”

Liu Qiushui reached out gently with her hand, pale and smooth like mutton-fat jade.

Her fingertip brushed against his cheek—a featherlight touch.

Her face, breathtakingly beautiful, tilted ever so slightly. She pursed her lips, her eyes full of quiet confusion.

In the next second, Li Xuanxiao’s hands twitched—left six, right seven. Left shoulder high, right shoulder low. Left foot drawing circles, right foot kicking out.

Muttering under his breath:

“Papa… papa…”

Liu Qiushui froze.

Two streams of tears rolled from her red eyes before she turned away, not wanting others to see her cry.

So you’d rather suffer soul obliteration and act like a fool than reveal my whereabouts?

Li Xuanxiao… you…

“Papa…”

Li Xuanxiao kept mumbling as he casually turned to leave.

Liu Qiushui’s hand pressed onto his shoulder.

“I, Liu Qiushui, am not someone who forgets kindness. If Mount Shushan doesn’t care about you—I do!”

Li Xuanxiao: …………

“I’ll find a way to cure you.”

Suddenly, she reached out from behind and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a gentle hug.

Li Xuanxiao: Don’t move. Don’t even breathe. Absolute stillness.

“Papa~ papa~”

“Come with me.”

She took his hand and soared into the distance.

Li Xuanxiao: ┭┮﹏┭┮

Tell Master and the junior sisters… I won’t be home for dinner tonight.

…Maybe never again.

He kept glancing back longingly.

Wishing—hoping—his unreliable master would show up any moment now.

“………”

“Where’s she even taking me?”

He glanced down at her hand still gripping his.

Wait… are we getting a little too close here?

Liu Qiushui glanced at him.

Immediately, he let his eyes go vacant and his head loll to the side.

But Liu Qiushui wasn’t actually looking at him.

She was looking at her hand.

Clearly, she found this handholding situation kind of awkward.

So, she pulled out a red string from her sleeve.

Looped it around Li Xuanxiao’s head like a leash, then held the other end herself.

She gave a satisfied nod—and kept walking.

Li Xuanxiao: …………

Liu Qiushui!!!

You better remember this humiliation. Someday, I will get my payback!

At eighteen, I was led around like a dog on a leash.

After three days traveling with Liu Qiushui, Li Xuanxiao carefully memorized every step of the path.

Then, they turned onto a mountain road.

“Master, look!”

How perfect.

It was the master and disciple from the Heavenly Dao Alliance—the ones from Thundercloud Island.

The young female cultivator pointed and shouted:

“Master! That’s the evil cultivator!”

The elder’s eyes bulged like brass bells. He froze when he saw Li Xuanxiao.

Then his gaze shifted to the leash-like red string on Li Xuanxiao’s head… and Liu Qiushui.

Hiss—

Demon Sect members really were into some kinky sh*t.

“You evil cultivator—using people to refine pills, tricking me and my disciple—prepare to die!”

The elder charged toward them in rage.

Li Xuanxiao’s heart sank.

Not for his own safety—but for theirs.

Liu Qiushui doesn’t hold back.

And if they were coming for him, that meant she would be the one to strike.

That karmic debt?

There was no escaping it.