A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 118: Purging the Heretic Cult

After discussions among the elders of the four families.

This Demon Elimination Tournament would no longer be a contest among the young disciples of the four families, but a mission to purge the heretic cult.

The final outcome would be judged based on the results of this operation.

"Just treat this as a regular mission. Be careful out there and follow your Senior Brother Shen’s orders in all matters."

After speaking, Yu Yangzi glanced at Shen Chujian.

Shen Chujian nodded. "Rest assured, Martial Uncle."

Yu Yangzi said, "I naturally trust you with this task."

His gaze then fell on Li Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao’s background was unique. Though his talent wasn’t exceptional,

he had been the late Sect Leader’s closest friend and was the most cherished disciple of the current Sect Leader.

If anything were to happen to him, it would be hard to explain to the Sect Leader.

Li Xuanxiao quickly said, "Martial Uncle, don’t worry. Though I’m not that strong, I’m a top-notch runner!"

He said it openly, prompting Yu Yangzi to cough lightly to signal him to lower his voice.

Don’t say stuff like that in public.

But at that moment, Li Xuanxiao’s expression turned serious as he looked to the side.

There, he saw a royal member of the Zhao family brushing past Prince Ye Yunzhou of Great Sui.

The leading prince, Zhao Qi, deliberately said in a loud voice, "Not just anyone can marry my sister. Maybe take a look in the mirror first!"

The entourage from Great Sui was about to explode with rage, but Ye Yunzhou stopped them.

"Don’t be angry, don’t be angry..."

Zhao Qi secretly glanced at Ye Yunzhou. That expression didn’t seem fake.

He couldn’t help but complain inwardly. This guy really has no shame. He’s already been humiliated like this.

Zhao Qi couldn’t help but recall what the Emperor had told him.

"Once this is done, you’ll be the Crown Prince!!"

Thinking of his father’s promise, Zhao Qi clenched his fists.

Let’s skip the small talk—

The young disciples from the four families left the Capital City of Daxia and headed toward the location where the remnants of the heretic cult were hiding.

"Junior Brother Xuanxiao, we may encounter Golden Core Stage cultivators in this mission. You must not act recklessly."

Su Wan reminded him again with concern.

Li Xuanxiao nodded slightly, still remembering he was supposed to speak less.

"Senior Brother, look, the Daxia royals are heading that way," Qin Wenke said.

Previously, the young royals of Daxia had been behind the Mount Shushan disciples.

But now, they suddenly changed direction.

"Ignore them," Shen Chujian said as he sped up on his flying sword.

Since Zhao Lu herself was part of the Daxia royal family, she was participating in this Demon Elimination Tournament under that identity.

Her mysterious illness had suddenly disappeared on the road.

Zhao Lu thought it was thanks to her Senior Brother’s medicine, but in fact, he had just stopped drugging her.

Who knew whether the palace’s skilled imperial physicians might discover something?

Since the Old Emperor was dead set on having Zhao Lu return, and it couldn’t be stopped, the only choice was to change tactics.

..........

"I really want to be with Senior Brother. It’s so rare to go on a mission with him."

Zhao Lu grumbled inwardly.

"Little Sister, what are you thinking about?"

At that moment, the Sixth Prince Zhao Qi suddenly spoke.

"Nothing."

"It’s been years since we met. You’ve become more beautiful. We’re purging the heretic cult remnants this time, and you haven’t reached the Golden Core Stage yet—be extra careful."

Zhao Lu nodded.

The journey went smoothly, and three days later,

the Daxia royal group arrived at a valley,

separated from the other three teams.

Zhao Lu asked in confusion, "Brother, why are we heading this way?"

Zhao Qi smiled. "It’s a shortcut. Others don’t know about it. Think of it as home field advantage."

"Everyone be cautious! The fog here is thick—watch out for sneak attacks!"

Just as Zhao Qi finished speaking, a sharp wind-breaking sound came from the mist.

"Everyone be alert!" Zhao Qi shouted loudly.

Zhao Lu immediately sensed the assassins were targeting her.

Suddenly, the sound of battle rang out from within the fog.

Fortunately, the three assassins weren’t very strong. In no time, they were all killed by the Zhao family disciples.

"Sixth Brother, those guys looked like they were using Great Sui’s hidden weapons!"

"Yeah, and the techniques too. As soon as they showed up, they went straight for Little Sister."

"Could they be from Great Sui, getting revenge over the called-off engagement?"

The group chatted and quickly pieced together the outline of what happened.

Zhao Qi said coldly, "Those dned b*ards! We’ve got the whole thing recorded on our Recording Stone—let’s hurry back and report to Father!"

"Wait!"

Zhao Lu stopped her enraged brothers and sisters.

"This whole thing seems fishy. Who does an assassination this openly, showing their identity like that? Unless Great Sui’s openly declaring war? I say something’s off—we can’t jump to conclusions."

Zhao Qi looked at his sister with slight surprise.

After her years at Mount Shushan, she’d gotten smarter.

She was no longer that panicked little girl from before.

They had just emerged from the thick fog and barely caught their breath.

When suddenly, the last rays of twilight on the horizon were splashed with a strange, thick blood-red tint,

making the sky look eerie and terrifying.

A cold gleam flashed from within the forest, streaking toward them like lightning across the night sky!

It was a razor-sharp arrow, shrieking through the air and brimming with killing intent, flying straight at them.

"Little Sister, look out!" Zhao Qi shouted.

Zhao Lu tried to dodge.

But this arrow wasn’t ordinary—it followed right after her.

Thud!

The arrow pierced through Zhao Lu’s chest like lightning.

"Little Sister!!"

Zhao Qi roared, catching Zhao Lu in his arms.

"Little Sister... Little Sister, are you okay?!"

Zhao Lu took a deep breath and reached out.

"Say it, Little Sister. Don’t worry, I’ll go back and tell Father. I’ll mobilize the army to avenge you!!"

Zhao Lu slapped him across the face. "Don’t just stand there! Look ahead!"

Huh? Zhao Qi looked up.

The assassins in the forest had all collapsed, though no one knew when.

The real Zhao Lu appeared behind them, putting away a vial of poison and muttering to herself.

"Senior Brother’s External Body Technique is really hard to learn. Controlling it is such a pain, but this poison powder works great."

Zhao Qi’s eyelids twitched.

This... this...

No wonder she’d trained at Mount Shushan.

Zhao Qi clenched his teeth silently.

".........."

In a shadowy corner untouched by light,

two sword cultivators, hidden like leopards waiting to strike, silently lay in ambush.

As soon as the target entered their divine sense range,

they flicked their wrists, and the short, gleaming swords in their scabbards sprang free.

In an instant, cold light filled the air.

But it lasted only an instant.