A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 158: Xue Tushou

“I, Xue Tushou, came here just to tell you one thing.

From now on, go revise all the records within your sects—our Xuan Yin Sect is now one of the Four Great Demon Sects. Remove Asura Hall from your lists!”

Xue Tushou infused his voice with magic power, making many lower-cultivation-level cultivators in the canyon dizzy and disoriented.

Oh!

Everyone suddenly understood—he came here just to show off.

“If you’ve got guts, go boast at the foot of Mount Shushan~”

Someone muttered quietly.

“Exactly. What’s the point of flaunting yourself at some low-tier secret realm.”

“This is just bullying!”

“Abusing power and picking on the weak—what are these heretic scum even worth?”

“Pfft—!!”

The murmuring few suddenly vomited blood and were blown away by a powerful force.

Not just them—people nearby were also caught up in the blast.

“If you’ve got something to say, say it louder.”

Xue Tushou said coldly.

Their sects, seeing this, were furious but dared not speak out. They rushed to treat their injured disciples.

“If anyone’s not convinced, step forward and exchange a few moves with this Honored One. Let me see what you’re made of!”

Ninety percent of the cultivators gathered at Ziyun Canyon were at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The remaining ten percent were senior brothers leading their groups, junior elders, or elders from clans.

The fact they were assigned this task already meant they weren’t that exceptional in strength.

After all, this secret realm was suited for Foundation Establishment cultivators—no one expected Xue Tushou to show up.

Not for any other reason—just to flaunt.

Now, no one dared to even breathe loudly in front of Xue Tushou.

Seeing this, he became even more arrogant:

“Right, you righteous sects, didn’t the Five Great Immortal Sects say they were going to hunt me down?

Well, here I am, standing right in front of you.”

The disciples from the Five Great Immortal Sects all kept quiet.

Moments ago they had been proud, soaking in praise and admiration—now they were silent.

Swallow the insult!

“Where’s Mount Shushan? Have their disciples arrived yet?”

Xue Tushou, seeing no one speak, continued.

“Didn’t Mount Shushan claim they’d arrest me on sight and throw me under the Demon Suppression Tower?”

Mount Shushan’s Junior Elder Feng Yun’s face changed at those words.

What rotten luck!

Everyone turned their eyes toward the Mount Shushan group.

Feng Yun took a deep breath and met Xue Tushou’s gaze.

Su Wan had already placed her hand on her sword hilt, as if ready to strike at any moment.

To be insulted like this and not retaliate—

Then you’re no disciple of Mount Shushan.

Just then, a voice rang out within Su Wan’s spiritual sea.

“Senior Sister, wait!”

Hm?

Su Wan raised a graceful eyebrow and glanced toward Li Xuanxiao in the distance.

“This person’s cultivation is profound. Don’t act rashly.”

“So what, we just let him insult us!!”

“He’s just showing off with his words. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on Mount Shushan disciples,” Li Xuanxiao continued via voice transmission.

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But if he killed a Mount Shushan disciple so brazenly in front of all these sects and factions—

Mount Shushan, no matter the reason, would obliterate Xuan Yin Sect.

If you can’t even protect your own disciples, what right do you have to claim to uphold peace across the world?

After Li Xuanxiao’s persuasion, Su Wan finally gave up the idea of risking her life in a duel.

The truth was, the difference in their power was too great. If it came down to a real fight—

Su Wan probably couldn’t withstand even a single blow.

“What now? Don’t want to drag me to the Demon Suppression Tower anymore? Come on then, come catch me!”

Xue Tushou said mockingly.

Feng Yun’s mouth twitched slightly but responded neither humbly nor arrogantly:

“We are here under orders from the sect to train in the secret realm. If you, Xue Tushou, are unconvinced, you’re welcome to come argue with us on Mount Shushan itself. There’s no need to bully the weak here!”

“Hmph! Well said.”

Xue Tushou sneered, then made a gesture.

A female disciple from a small sect nearby was suddenly pulled through the air toward him.

“You Mount Shushan disciples claim to eliminate demons and uphold justice. Today I’ll kill her right here—what will you do about it?”

Xue Tushou truly was shameless to the core. He wouldn’t dare kill a Mount Shushan disciple, so he disgusted them instead.

He was a treacherous man, utterly lacking the dignity of a high-level cultivator. Even his evil was disgracefully petty, making him deeply despised.

What kind of powerhouse at peak Body Fusion Stage, half a step from the Tribulation Stage, comes to a Foundation Establishment realm to strut around?

Spewing trash talk at Mount Shushan, yet too scared to touch their disciples—only daring to disgust them.

Feng Yun of Mount Shushan was in a tough spot.

If she did nothing, it would disgrace Mount Shushan.

But if she provoked Xue Tushou too much, he might kill them all right here.

“Heretic scum!”

Suddenly, a loud roar rang out.

A female cultivator at the Golden Core Stage drew her sword.

“Junior Sister!”

Someone in the crowd shouted anxiously.

Fighting Xue Tushou now—there was no chance of survival.

But that female cultivator’s eyes were resolute. We sword cultivators never retreat.

A breath stuck in her chest—how could she hold back just because the enemy was strong?

“Seeking death!”

Xue Tushou’s eyes gleamed with cruelty and rage. With a casual wave of his hand, it was as if heaven and earth would be torn apart.

A terrifyingly violent aura surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing the Golden Core female cultivator instantly.

Faced with such overwhelming, murderous pressure,

Her delicate body trembled, and her once-fierce sword strike froze mid-air, unable to move forward even an inch.

Just then, another figure dashed out.

It was Su Wan and Junior Elder Feng Yun from Mount Shushan, attacking simultaneously.

Mount Shushan cultivators were not cowards who feared death.

Feng Yun shouted urgently, “Senior Xue Tushou, please show mercy. As a renowned elder, surely you wouldn’t really take issue with juniors.”

Some old guy surnamed Li furrowed his brow, heart skipping a beat.

But his worry faded quickly. They came, after all. His hint hadn’t been in vain.

In the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

“What kind of scoundrel dares to act so wildly here!!”

Xue Tushou’s expression changed, and he looked up in shock at the figure.

Just as everyone stared in astonishment, a dazzling streak of light shot across the sky.

An old man in a pure white long robe descended like an immortal from the heavens.

His white robe billowed in the wind, surrounded by a haze of sword aura like drifting mist.

The sword aura was snowy white, radiating a bone-chilling light—brighter than the sun.

As it moved with the old man’s body, it seemed to rip through the air, emitting piercing howls.

Mount Shushan’s Sect Leader—Lingxu!!!