A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 4: Coming Knocking So Soon

After hearing about First Senior Brother, Daoist Lingxu let out a deep sigh. "Ah, just another poor soul who suffers for love~ Let him go."

"Let him… let him go?" Li Xuanxiao asked, puzzled.

His master’s death, along with Xue Yun’s situation, seemed to have made Lingxu sentimental.

"Life is unpredictable. Sometimes I wonder—why live so exhausted? If I hadn’t let go back then, perhaps we would have been together…"

Li Xuanxiao: Master, your Dao heart isn’t very firm!!

After bidding farewell to his master, Li Xuanxiao returned to the mountain peak.

He was deeply worried.

The most talented disciple of Shushan—the unrivaled leader of the younger generation, First Senior Brother, was now drowning in love.

How could Shushan possibly rely on him in the future?

And then there was Daoist Lingxu, his own master, now the Sect Leader.

His Dao heart also seemed… a little shaky.

This was the best of times.

To attain immortality, transcend life and death—it was the dream countless people longed for.

But it was also the worst of times.

The strong preyed on the weak, and the powerful took lives at will.

Li Xuanxiao thought, in the end, everyone is the protagonist of their own story.

It was just that some people became legendary heroes in best-selling tales,

While most were merely the failed protagonists of abandoned, forgotten stories.

Li Xuanxiao wanted to be the former.

In his previous life, he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness at a young age.

ALS.

He was forced to leave school and live in a hospital.

As his condition worsened, he lay bedridden for ten years.

By the end, the only thing he could still move was his eyes.

At that time, he just wanted to die—to be free from suffering.

For Li Xuanxiao, life itself was torture.

When the ventilator finally shut down, he thought, this is the end of my life.

Then, he found himself reborn.

In this world.

In this life, he had only one wish.

To live. To attain immortality!!

He wanted to see a greater world.

He wanted to be the main character.

But Li Xuanxiao soon realized—this wish… would not be so easy to achieve.

"........."

After the news of Shushan’s Sect Leader passing away spread, various sects came to Shushan to offer their condolences.

Days passed, and guests continued to arrive in endless streams.

Even the Grand Xia Imperial Family came to Shushan.

It was said that Empress Changsun personally brought the Princess to Shushan.

First, to mourn the late Sect Leader.

Second, to ask Shushan to train her unruly daughter.

Li Xuanxiao was responsible for welcoming the Grand Xia royals.

From afar, he saw a dozen magnificent silver-white warhorses approaching.

Each horse was clad in heavy, gleaming armor.

Their heads were held high, hooves striking the ground with a deep, rhythmic boom.

Behind them, a luxurious imperial carriage followed, pulled steadily forward.

The dragon-carved carriage was adorned with intricate and mysterious patterns, exuding an aura of noble supremacy.

On either side of the carriage, Imperial Guards in golden armor stood in precise formation, gripping their long, sharp spears.

Li Xuanxiao bowed in greeting. "Greetings to the Empress."

"Daoist, no need for formalities."

The Empress nodded slightly, showing proper respect to a disciple of Shushan.

"The Sect Leader is waiting in the main hall. Please, Your Majesty, follow me."

"Mother, it’s him!"

Hmm?

Li Xuanxiao looked up.

The curtain of the imperial palanquin had already been lifted.

Inside sat Empress Changsun and her most beloved daughter, Zhao Lu.

Li Xuanxiao hesitated for a moment but quickly regained his composure.

He had no interest in making his rescue of the Grand Xia Princess a public matter.

As far as he was concerned, he had simply saved an ordinary person.

Getting entangled with the Imperial Family was not a wise decision.

Serving a ruler is as perilous as serving a tiger.

The political whirlpool was deep and bottomless—one misstep, and he’d be swallowed whole.

Inside the Main Hall.

Empress Changsun spoke, "So, you’re the one who saved my daughter."

His master, Daoist Lingxu, along with the three Martial Uncles, all turned their gaze toward Li Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao remained unfazed. "Your Majesty must be mistaken. I have never met the Princess."

"Oh? Truly?"

"Absolutely."

Zhao Lu pulled out the Recording Stone from her chest—a purple crystal.

The crowd watched as Li Xuanxiao’s face appeared in flawless clarity.

Li Xuanxiao narrowed his eyes. This… 4K Ultra HD?!

That thing was a Recording Stone!?

No wonder he hadn’t noticed it before—Zhao Lu’s Recording Stone was too extravagant, too high-end.

Royal treasures… how was I supposed to know?!

Daoist Lingxu chuckled. "Your Majesty, please forgive him. My disciple, Xuanxiao, is simply indifferent to fame and fortune."

"Not at all. I should be the one thanking him. Without him, my precious daughter would have been lost to me forever. He is her savior."

Li Xuanxiao forced an awkward smile.

The Empress spoke.

Daoist Lingxu spoke.

The Empress spoke again.

Lingxu spoke again…

As a junior, Li Xuanxiao barely had a chance to speak at all.

He noticed that across from him, Princess Zhao Lu kept sneaking glances at him.

But every time he looked back, she quickly lowered her head.

A bad feeling crept into Li Xuanxiao’s heart.

Could it be… she has taken a liking to me because of this?!

Marrying a princess? No way. Absolutely not.

Palace coups.

Dynasty overthrows.

Political struggles…

His mind raced far, far ahead before he finally snapped out of it.

A few days later, the Sect Leader’s funeral ended.

During these days, Li Xuanxiao had been busy receiving guests.

He saw Zhao Lu a couple of times, but each time, he quickly ran off.

Like a mouse spotting a cat.

Once everything was settled, Li Xuanxiao returned to the sect to resume his cultivation.

Then, Fourth Senior Sister arrived on her sword, bringing bad news.

The Sect Leader had agreed to accept Zhao Lu as his disciple.

Li Xuanxiao sighed silently.

Forget it. If trouble comes, I’ll deal with it when it does.

Fourth Senior Sister chuckled. "I saw the Princess. She’s really beautiful. You’re in luck."

"It’s just an empty shell."

Fourth Senior Sister chatted with him for a bit before leaving.

Her name was Su Wan, a classic femme fatale.

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Like the protagonist of a fantasy romance drama,

Naïve and sweet.

All the senior and junior disciples took special care of her and admired her.

This, of course, made several female disciples unhappy, causing them to constantly stir up trouble for her.

Yet no matter what she faced, Fourth Senior Sister always remained cheerful and optimistic.