A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 63: Do You Even Want Your Pride Anymore?

“Hmm? What’s going on?”

After walking in circles a few times, Lu Ziyin finally confirmed he was trapped in an illusion formation.

It must’ve been a unique formation in the back mountain of Silver Sword Peak, accidentally triggered.

A mere small formation—let me break it.

Lu Ziyin actually found it amusing.

He had studied formations since childhood.

All formations stem from the same roots.

There was once an Elder in Mount Shushan who categorized all formations into one grand formation—

It was called the Universal Formation.

Disciples who studied formations in Mount Shushan all scrambled to try and break it.

One solution meant you’d just stepped into the door of formations.

Two solutions meant you had some mastery of the art...

In other words, the more solutions you found, the higher your formation skill.

Before his last seclusion, Lu Ziyin had set a record.

Nine solutions—no one had surpassed it to this day.

Not even the highly cultivated Elders or Peak Masters.

Of course, the condition was that you couldn’t use brute force and break it with sheer power.

What Lu Ziyin didn’t know was that someone behind the scenes had already figured out eleven solutions—

Two more than he had.

Lu Ziyin paced through the formation, time ticking by.

The corner of his eye twitched slightly.

This...

Back here again!?

“Heh, now this is getting interesting.”

Lu Ziyin tossed out three copper coins.

“Time to get serious!!”

Much later...

Lu Ziyin looked around, fingers calculating, muttering under his breath.

He had fallen from a basic illusion formation into an even more complex one.

No way in or out.

Forget it—can’t waste more time.

Lu Ziyin prepared to forcibly break the formation.

Though he had to admit, the formation was brilliantly crafted, the one who laid it was far less powerful than him.

If he forced his way through, the formation would break.

But soon, Lu Ziyin gave up that idea.

Because he suddenly realized this formation was linked to the herb garden, tea grove, and other areas of the back mountain.

If he destroyed it by force, all those areas would be damaged too.

If word got out...

That the Peak Master of Silver Sword Peak was trapped by a formation on his own mountain...

And had to force-break it, ruining the herb garden and tea grove in the process...

Do you even want your pride anymore?

It was still early—he was sure he could find a flaw in the formation.

“..........”

From Lu Ziyin’s perspective, the day was still young.

But at that moment, the Mount Shushan final four battle had already begun.

The tea he drank, the fruit he ate—they were all part of the grand formation.

It wasn’t poison, but it subtly affected his perception of time.

And combined with Li Xuanxiao’s strategic layout within the formation—

The goal was to make Lu Ziyin miss the final disciple selection assessment.

The final four battle began.

Feng Liuli versus Huang Peiying.

Huang Peiying stared at Feng Liuli in disbelief—she couldn’t believe her opponent had improved so rapidly in just a few days.

Dmn it!!

Huang Peiying gritted her teeth. She’d trained bitterly since childhood, blessed with rare talent.

How could she lose to some bumpkin from the mountains?

Fueled by that thought, her attacks grew fiercer.

Li Xuanxiao once again witnessed the blessing of a child of destiny.

He couldn’t imagine how Feng Liuli could win.

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Yet every time, she managed to catch Huang Peiying’s moves at just the right moment.

Though she was being pushed back continuously, her spiritual energy kept recovering quickly.

Meanwhile, Huang Peiying grew weaker and weaker.

In the end, Huang Peiying only managed to win by relying on a magical artifact her father had given her.

Disciples who made the top eight had priority in being chosen.

The top two could choose which peak to join.

Even though Feng Liuli lost, many Peak Masters saw her potential and extended invitations.

But Feng Liuli kept her eyes fixed firmly in the direction of the Silver Sword Peak crowd.

The person she wanted to see wasn’t there.

Peak Master Lu was missing.

“Where’s Senior Brother Lu?”

“No idea. Where did he go? That disciple Feng Liuli is cultivation seed material—we can’t let another peak steal her.”

“It’s too late already. Why would Senior Brother Lu disappear at such a critical moment?”

“..........”

“Feng Liuli, which peak do you wish to join?”

“I wish to become a disciple under Peak Master Lu of Silver Sword Peak.”

“Lu Ziyin?”

Daoist Lingxu’s gaze fell on the Silver Sword Peak seats—but they were empty.

At such an important event, how could Lu Ziyin not show up?

“Sect Leader, by the rules, since Lu Ziyin didn’t appear, can we accept this disciple first?”

Said the head of Little Qiong Peak.

Clearly, none of them wanted to miss out on this disciple.

“Indeed, and don’t say us old folks are bullying the younger generation. Lu Nephew isn’t even present at such an important occasion.”

The head of Little Bamboo Peak was the first to extend an olive branch.

“Feng Liuli, our Little Bamboo Peak is all female disciples. Interested? We don’t pay any mind to those smelly men.”

Feng Liuli cupped her hands. “Thank you, Peak Masters, for your kindness. But I have long admired Peak Master Lu and only wish to join Silver Sword Peak.”

“If you had beaten Huang Peiying, you’d have the right to choose. But you didn’t.

And now that Lu Ziyin isn’t here, if you miss this disciple recruitment ceremony, you’ll have to become an outer disciple and wait ten more years.”

The Peak Master of Little Bamboo Peak reminded her.

Feng Liuli’s face turned anxious. She kept glancing toward Silver Sword Peak’s seats.

“Alright, make your decision quickly. Otherwise, you really will become an outer disciple.”

“I... I...”

Feng Liuli couldn’t decide.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

“Feng Liuli, I’ll accept you on behalf of my Master. Will you join Silver Sword Peak under me?”

Hmm?

The moment those words came out, not just the Peak Masters—even Sect Leader Lingxu froze.

They all turned to look in surprise at the speaker—Li Xuanxiao.

Old man... old man is your Master, right?

Accepting disciples on my behalf? Did you ask for my permission?!

Li Xuanxiao held up a jade slip.

Lingxu immediately remembered.

That was from before he became Sect Leader, when he lost a bet to this kid over a game of chess.

He lost two jade slips.

According to the bet, Li Xuanxiao could use them to ask Lingxu for one thing—so long as it didn’t violate morality.

Lingxu hadn’t expected him to use it now.

He glanced at the disciple named Feng Liuli—average talent, but she made it into the top four.

Maybe it reminded Xuanxiao of himself.

Ordinary talent, yet unrelenting perseverance.

The Peak Masters all turned to look at Sect Leader Lingxu.

Lingxu had no choice but to nod.

Everyone assumed it was his silent approval.

Feng Liuli stared blankly at Li Xuanxiao.

A soft smile played on Li Xuanxiao’s lips.

He would personally train Feng Liuli.

Turn her into what a Mount Shushan disciple should be.

After all, no other peak felt safe. Better to keep her by his side and stay in control.

“What’s wrong? Speechless?” Li Xuanxiao raised an eyebrow. “By the way, the Sect Leader is busy. Since I’m accepting you on his behalf, I’ll be your direct teacher. Will you come to Silver Sword Peak with me?”

“Liuli is willing. Greetings, Senior Brother Li.”

Feng Liuli then gave a slight bow toward Daoist Lingxu. “Greetings, Master.”

Daoist Lingxu waved his hand and closed his eyes again.

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