A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother Chapter 239: The Sword of a Sword Cultivator

“You mtherf***r! You dared to sleep with my mom while I was gone? Die!!”

Rumble rumble rumble...

A figure was knocked down into the mountain valley.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

A handso young man coughed up blood after being struck.

Standing across from him was a middle-aged cultivator with a long beard, his face filled with fury.

“You little b*stard! You scamd my mom into marriage and took her dowry! Where did you take her? Today, I’ll kill you for my dad!”

With that, the middle-aged cultivator raised his hand, ready to execute him on the spot.

The young man suddenly struggled to his feet. The middle-aged cultivator thought he was about to fight back.

But unexpectedly, the young cultivator dropped to his knees.

“Senior, wait! Please... spare my life!!”

“Hmph!”

The middle-aged cultivator snorted coldly. “Begging now? Too late—ugh!”

Whoosh! Four flying swords pierced into his back.

The young cultivator smirked. “Watch out!”

With a sharp cry, the sword nad “Watch Out” flew into his hand.

“Die!”

Seizing the mont of distraction, the young cultivator swung his sword and cleanly severed the man's head.

“Heh heh heh.”

After the fight ended, the young cultivator burst into laughter.

“My five flying swords—one’s called ‘Senior,’ one’s called ‘Wait,’ one’s called ‘Please,’ one’s called ‘Spare ,’ and the last one’s ‘Watch Out.’

With your brains, you’re still out here ssing around in the jianghu? The jianghu’s a dangerous place.

As for your mom? Already sold her off to soone as a furnace.”

After looting the man’s treasures, the young cultivator left the area.

His na was Su Jin.

He was born beautiful and well-liked.

Unfortunately, he was a carefree scoundrel, always relying on tricks and clever sches.

He had been kicked out of his sect after being caught in bed by his Master.

And had been hunted ever since.

Thinking back, Su Jin still resented that old man.

It was just his concubine and his daughter in the bed—what was the big deal~

Seriously.

He was his own disciple, did he really have to be so cruel?

“..........”

Half a month later.

Su Jin was being chased down by disciples of Mount Shushan.

It was a young female disciple who had Su Jin feeling itchy just looking at her.

But he didn’t dare be careless against a Mount Shushan disciple.

She was no pushover—her cultivation was strong and her attacks ca fast, leaving Su Jin completely overwheld.

Feng Liuli rode her sword, tightly pursuing Su Jin.

“Heh heh, little lady, chasing this hard—don’t tell you’ve fallen for ?”

Feng Liuli frowned slightly, her brows beautiful yet cold. “Soul-Locking Nail!!”

The two of them clashed and chased each other for three days.

In the end, Su Jin was no match for Feng Liuli and was forced into a dead end.

“Huff... huff...”

Su Jin looked disheveled and defeated.

This girl was pretty, but definitely not just a pretty face—she could fight.

He coughed up blood, and seeing her appear not far ahead, quickly raised his hand.

“Please...”

Smash~

A spell seal smashed out all of Su Jin’s teeth.

“Wuuu wuuu wuuu...”

Senior Brother once said: when fighting a sword cultivator, go for the mouth first.

Because you never know what their flying swords are nad.

Su Jin whimpered, “Spare !”

“Sure, then I’ll spare you!”

Feng Liuli replied instantly.

Su Jin froze—just like that?

The next mont, a flying sword pierced through his throat.

His head was lopped off, his life extinguished.

Feng Liuli looted his treasures, then followed Silver Sword Peak’s usual body-disposal routine.

Each flying sword had a na etched onto it: “Senior,” “Wait,” “Please,” “Spare ,” and “Watch Out.”

“Despicable, shaless, filthy!”

Feng Liuli frowned. He actually nad his flying swords like this.

She shook her head, then returned her own “Sure, then I’ll spare you” sword to its sheath.

After taking care of everything, Feng Liuli finally left.

“..........”

One month later, Feng Liuli returned to the sect and completed the procedures at the Sword-Holding Pavilion, officially wrapping up her mission.

This had been her first solo mission—

Proof of Senior Brother’s trust in her.

Feng Liuli was excited and wanted to share the good news with Senior Brother.

But she didn’t see him. In front of his hut was a sign: “In seclusion. Do not disturb.”

Feng Liuli’s mood instantly sank. Once Senior Brother entered seclusion, who knew when he’d co out?

Senior Sister Zhao Lu had also returned to Daxia because of her father.

Not long ago, Asura Hall and Tian Sha Hall had joined forces.

Liu Qiushui had once again gone to Daxia’s imperial city to steal the Dragon Vein.

As a result, the Emperor of Daxia’s cultivation was damaged. He was later ambushed by Di Nü Feng and her group.

In the end, he exhausted all his strength and died. Even his body was never found.

The incident shook the four seas.

“I wonder how Senior Sister Zhao Lu is doing...” Feng Liuli murmured to herself.

“............”

Daxia, the imperial city.

In the Imperial Garden, Zhao Lu sat on a swing, her smooth, pale legs peeking out from under her long dress.

As the swing gently swayed back and forth, Zhao Lu’s mind drifted away—

Unconsciously, she recalled the carefree days of her childhood.

Back then, her father would always bring her to this swing in the Imperial Garden after handling court affairs.

The laughter and joy from those days still echoed faintly in her ears.

But now, everything had changed.

He was gone.

Zhao Lu let out a long sigh.

“Your Highness.”

At that mont, the Chief Eunuch who used to serve the Emperor approached.

Aside from the old emperor himself, this eunuch was one of only two in Daxia who could command the imperial Dragon Vein.

“Before His Majesty passed, he instructed —if anything ever happened to him, this box was to be given to you.”

The eunuch handed Zhao Lu a box.

She weighed it—it wasn’t heavy.

Taking the key from the eunuch, Zhao Lu opened the box.

Inside was a letter. From the handwriting, she could tell it was her father’s.

My daughter Lu’er:

If you are reading this letter, you’ve likely already heard of the upheaval.

But what you’ve been told is all lies. I write this with blood as proof.

The one who killed was Li Xuanxiao, a disciple of Silver Sword Peak from Mount Shushan. The one plotting against our royal family—is Mount Shushan.

Years ago, when you were attacked by criminals, it was also Li Xuanxiao who was behind it. His goal was to get close to you.

My daughter Zhao Lu—avenge your father and sever all ties with Heaven and Earth!!!

On the back of the letter was a secret ssage left by the old emperor.

It was his decree to pass the throne to Zhao Lu.

The Chief Eunuch also had a copy.

Soon, the current Grand Chancellor would receive one as well.

But for now, her mother the Empress would serve as regent.

Before the old emperor died, he had laid so plans in place.

Even though the odds were slim,

If sothing truly did happen to him—

He would make sure Li Xuanxiao wouldn’t have it easy.