A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 161: Title Is Title
Li Xuanxiao had now transformed into Jia Sidào’s form and drew his poison sword.
With one sweeping slash, the poisonous mist burst out, and in just a few swift moves, he finished off the group of black-clad attackers.
Li Xuanxiao's strikes were steady, precise, and ruthless—when he didn't act, he remained still, but once he did, the fight was often over in the blink of an eye.
By the time the righteous sect disciples came to their senses, the battle was already over.
Li Xuanxiao grabbed one of the black-clad men, who had been severely injured by the poison, and was about to perform soul extraction.
This man had the highest cultivation among the group.
“Wait a moment, fellow Daoist, what are you doing? This man is already gravely poisoned—please, let me treat him.”
Hmm? There’s another one?
Li Xuanxiao looked curiously at the disciple wearing the Cold Injury Sect uniform.
“Fellow Daoist, please allow me to heal him.”
Heal him? Then what was the point of poisoning him?
The Cold Injury Sect disciple, seeing that the black-clad man was about to die from the poison, hurriedly said,
“Saving lives is my duty, fellow Daoist, please stop at once!”
“Sorry, that was my bad,” Li Xuanxiao said.
The Cold Injury Sect disciple sighed in relief and said, “It’s admirable to acknowledge your mistake! You still have a chance to redeem yourself, fellow Daoist, but I must say—you were too ruthless. It’s making it very hard for us to treat him...”
Li Xuanxiao nodded, “I was too focused on beating him, I forgot to beat you. My bad.”
Soon after, the Cold Injury Sect disciple's scream echoed out.
The other disciples from the Cold Injury Sect looked at the black-clad men they were healing and quickly decided to send them off to the afterlife.
After completing the soul extraction, Li Xuanxiao thought it would be just like the dozen times before.
But unexpectedly, the memory of this black-clad man was different—he had been placed under a seal.
To prevent others from extracting his soul and accessing his memories.
Of course, such a petty trick was nothing to Li Xuanxiao.
Even though soul extraction was a technique typically used by heretic cultivators.
Currently, the most popular soul-extraction technique in the cult was the Eighteen Soul-Extraction Methods, created by none other than Li Xuanxiao.
Compared to the older heretic methods, these were gentler. Cultivators being soul-extracted wouldn’t resist as violently, and the damage caused was much less severe.
Not only was it popular among heretics, even some righteous sect disciples were learning it.
Later on, Li Xuanxiao even anonymously published the Eighteen Anti-Soul-Extraction Methods.
Also widely praised.
During the soul extraction, Li Xuanxiao pulled out a deeply buried memory.
“In the Ziyun Secret Realm, they plan to ignite the underground Ziyun Ore buried deep within, to blow up and kill all the cultivators in the secret realm.”
Hiss~
Ziyun Ore?
Li Xuanxiao didn’t find the exact location of the Ziyun Ore in the man’s memory, and feeling that something was very wrong, he quickly sprang into action.
............
Ziyun Ore?
There’s no Ziyun Ore in the Ziyun Secret Realm at all—this was just a false lead, deliberately planted to mislead anyone trying to extract his soul.
The black-robed man steadily landed on the edge of a massive volcano.
According to ancient texts, deep inside this volcano—especially in the depths of the boiling magma—was hidden a drop of precious blood left behind by an ancient phoenix bloodline.
Legend said that this drop of blood contained endless mysterious power. If one could successfully extract and ignite it, the energy released would be enough to incinerate the entire secret realm!
Very few knew about this. Even those who had heard of it likely dismissed it as a myth.
“You few, protect me.”
“Yes!”
The black-robed man immediately began to hastily arrange a formation.
“Swish... swish....”
Hmm?
The black-robed man’s expression shifted slightly.
Someone’s here!
Two of his external bodies quickly threw down poison vials.
The black-robed man hurriedly sealed his own spiritual aura, but the other two were half a beat too slow—the poisonous gas entered their bodies instantly.
S-So strong! That poison!!
He tried to lock onto the enemy’s aura—but the opponent’s presence came from multiple places.
Suddenly, the black-robed man’s figure blurred—he flung both hands outward, and a black beam of light shot out from his sleeves.
In the blink of an eye, the light transformed into several dart-sized hidden weapons, glinting coldly as they scattered in all directions like a swarm of deadly poison bees.
The hidden weapons moved incredibly fast, slicing through the air with sharp, whistling sounds.
Two versions of Li Xuanxiao cast spells in response.
The black-robed man then summoned a spell imprint, glanced left and right at the two figures.
Suddenly, the black-robed man struck the ground and shouted, “Come out!”
Boom.....
From deep underground, the real Li Xuanxiao appeared, looking shocked.
The black-robed man sneered.
The next second, a poison sword pierced through his back.
The black-robed man was stunned—his real body had been behind him.
What a convincing decoy!
The poison on the sword quickly spread across the black-robed man's body.
He had no strength left to resist, but suddenly, he extended his arm.
His sleeve coiled around Li Xuanxiao like a spirit snake.
“We die together!”
Li Xuanxiao panicked and tried to break free,
Meanwhile, the two Golden Core cultivators who had been poisoned ignited their cores with all their strength.
BOOM——!!
Li Xuanxiao and the black-robed man fell together into the volcano.
The black-robed man’s face twisted with malice.
“What are you trying to do!?” Li Xuanxiao roared.
“Hahaha, the Death Immortal will protect us. Don’t worry, you won’t be lonely—the disciples of the Five Great Immortal Sects will be joining you soon!”
The two of them plummeted rapidly.
There was a natural seal in the volcano that prevented the use of flying magical artifacts.
Li Xuanxiao could only watch helplessly as he and the black-robed man fell.
“What do you mean? What are you trying to do?” Li Xuanxiao shouted.
“You don’t need to know—besides, you’re already dead!!”
The scalding magma seemed to possess endless power and fervor. It opened its bloody maw and mercilessly wrapped the two of them inside.
The searing flames raged like wild beasts, viciously tearing at their bodies and scorching every inch of flesh.
Within moments, both of them were reduced to ashes.
“.........”
Outside the Ziyun Secret Realm.
An old man furrowed his brow slightly and let out a soft sigh.
“A fitting end. At least in the final moment, he didn’t bring shame to me.”
“..........”
Mount Shushan, Silver Sword Peak.
In the underground chamber beneath the straw hut, the real Li Xuanxiao clicked his tongue.
Not many clues, and he lost one of his external bodies.
“The disciples of the Five Great Immortal Sects will be joining you soon...”
What did that mean?
By all logic, the matter in the Ziyun Secret Realm should be resolved by now. Could it be they still had another plan?
Li Xuanxiao frowned, deep in thought.
He immediately ordered another external body to set up a formation near the volcano, in case someone else tried to carry out this scheme.
Several days later, the Ziyun Secret Realm closed.
The Mount Shushan group departed smoothly.
Li Xuanxiao let out a breath of relief.
