A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 145: I Don’t Lack Anything Anymore!

Supreme City.

As the battle drew to a close, all three factions were utterly exhausted.

The local faction of Supreme City secured the final victory and was about to take control of the city.

Just then, several loud shouts rang out at once.

“Mount Shushan Sword Formation, activate!!”

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Deathsand, taken from the Nether Abyss beneath Supreme City, holds the power to sever threads of fate.

The grains are as fine as dust, covered in blood-red cracks.

Under moonlight, they emit black mist, within which flickers the shattered remnants of fate lines—just looking at them makes one’s head split with pain.

Since Shangguan Suiyun took over Supreme City, the Deathsand had been exclusively his.

By now, the City Lord’s manor was already in total chaos—everyone was yelling that Mount Shushan disciples were attacking, scrambling to snatch up treasures before fleeing in panic.

But the entire Supreme City was already locked down by two Mount Shushan powerhouses at the Tribulation Stage.

They couldn’t escape even if they wanted to.

“Run for your lives!”

“Mount Shushan people are here, judging by that aura, it must be a Tribulation Stage powerhouse.”

“If we don’t go now, it’ll really be too late!”

“Wait! You and I have followed Shangguan Suiyun—that sissy excuse of a man—for years now. We can’t just leave like this. Think about our future!”

“Then what do you want to do?”

“Shangguan Suiyun’s treasury is full of rare treasures...”

The two acted right away, quickly finding Shangguan Suiyun’s treasury.

But finding it was the easy part—the hard part was cracking the password to open it.

Without Shangguan Suiyun’s command, the treasury couldn’t be opened at all.

So they hardened their resolve and tried to force their way in, attempting to break the formation protecting the treasury.

But the formation immediately struck back.

One died, one was injured—they had no choice but to leave.

Not long after they left, several more groups had their eyes on the treasury too—but all returned empty-handed.

More time passed. After making sure no one else was around—

A shadow, hidden for a long time, finally revealed itself.

Just like the phrase says: “After being called upon endlessly, she finally steps out, half hiding her face with a pipa.”

【Little sister, this is your big brother’s treasury. Now it belongs to us both.】

【Brother, I don’t need a treasury. I just want you to be happy.】

【Little sister, only the two of us know the passcode to this treasury. It’s the moment we first met, that year, that second...】

Once the correct passcode was entered, the seemingly impenetrable formation just... unraveled.

When Li Xuanxiao stepped inside, his eyes were instantly drawn to the sight before him.

An incredibly majestic and magnificent treasury appeared before him!

It looked like it was built entirely from priceless materials, radiating a dazzling glow.

Inside were all kinds of rare treasures Shangguan Suiyun had collected over the years.

From rare ores and mysterious spiritual herbs to fragments of ancient magical artifacts—it had everything, absolutely dazzling.......

At that moment, Li Xuanxiao suddenly recalled a famous quote.

I don’t lack anything anymore!!!

His Mount Shushan wandering plan now had the strongest support.

Otherwise, no matter how good his plan was, it would have been nothing more than moonlight in water or a flower in a mirror.

Now that he had all this, he could finally put his plan into action.

But with just his storage ring, he obviously couldn’t carry it all.

Not to mention, many treasures couldn’t even fit in his current-level storage ring.

Li Xuanxiao snapped his fingers—

One after another, puppets drilled up from underground.

These weren’t his combat-ready Scorpion Puppets—

But transport puppets he had specifically crafted for this mission.

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Mount Shushan, Tongtian Peak.

Sect Leader Hall.

Li Xuanxiao knelt before his Master.

“Master, this time it was truly an act of desperation. Little Junior Sister Feng Liuli was being harassed by Shangguan Suiyun.

I found out unexpectedly, so I hastily wrote a Sect Leader’s secret message, hurriedly set a trap, and by chance learned the location of Supreme City—so I took the gamble.

Though this time we wiped out Supreme City and captured Shangguan Suiyun and brought him back to Mount Shushan’s Demon Suppression Tower,

And though Mount Shushan suffered no casualties, I still ask Master to punish me for acting without permission!!”

Lingxu said nothing.

He walked around behind Li Xuanxiao—

And gave him a solid kick in the butt.

“Ow~”

“You little b*stard! Do you know how dangerous this kind of thing is? If something had happened to you—

If a Tribulation Stage Elder of Mount Shushan had fallen, then what?

And you dared to scheme against a Tribulation Stage powerhouse—like it’s a habit for you now, huh?

Touch your head and check if your brain’s still in there!!”

Lingxu gave Li Xuanxiao’s head a sharp poke.

Li Xuanxiao lowered his head to admit fault—knowing his Master wouldn’t send him to the Law Enforcement Hall.

This offense was like a court official mobilizing the Imperial Guards without the Emperor’s consent.

Even if he’d won a battle, no emperor would let someone like that live.

Who knows who you’ll target next time?

“Master, I won’t dare do it again.” Li Xuanxiao admitted sincerely.

“Hand over all the Sect Leader Sword Commands you’ve stashed away, and forget every last one of the secret messages you sent. I’m changing the Sect Leader codes immediately—do you have no sense of self-preservation?!”

Saying that, Lingxu gave him another kick in the butt.

It didn’t hurt at all.

But Li Xuanxiao still pretended like it did.

“..........”

Walking out of the Sect Leader Hall, Li Xuanxiao shook his head.

There were both gains and losses this time.

He got Shangguan Suiyun’s treasury in Supreme City—he could now initiate his plan.

But it would be harder to mobilize Tribulation Stage powerhouses in the future.

After all, he’d already done it twice.

No matter how much they spoiled him, it couldn’t happen a third time.

Once, twice, but never thrice.

Overall though, this time was a big win.

After returning, Li Xuanxiao handed off his punishment of copying books to two of his clones.

He himself headed to the most hidden base beneath the straw hut to sort through and categorize the treasures he’d brought back.

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All was silent. The night was as dark as ink.

High above the clouds of Mount Shushan stood a majestic main hall.

The Wen Dao Pavilion stood quietly.

Its foundation was made from rare-for-ten-thousand-years Black Ice, unmatched in sturdiness.

The beams supporting the hall were crafted from the precious Phoenixwood, radiating a soft red glow—adding a hint of mystery to the cold night.

From the eaves of Wen Dao Pavilion hung a string of “Soul-Calming Bells.”

They could suppress the inner demons of all who approached, keeping them at bay.

Inside the hall, at the very center, stood a shrine devoted to Mount Shushan’s former Sect Leader.

Though he was long gone, his sword aura remained.

It radiated a fiercely sharp presence.

That sword aura intertwined, naturally forming a powerful domain.

Any demonic presence that entered would be instantly shredded to ash—unable to taint even a speck of this sacred ground.

“Master!”