A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 155: No Flaws

Wait until Li Xuanxiao leaves Yongan Town.

Zhang Wenxuan returned to his own medicine hall, and slowly raised one hand to gently cover his face.

That hand trembled slightly, and from his mouth came a suppressed, low laugh:

"Hehehehe……"

The laughter echoed like it came from the depths of a dark valley, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

His eyes were tightly shut. Even though there was no one around, he still seemed unwilling to let anyone see his true emotions at this moment.

However, the laughter that kept bubbling up from his throat was like a flood that couldn't be held back—growing louder, wilder.

Finally, when the laughter gradually died down.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and in them flickered a gleam of pride and cunning.

He murmured to himself.

"Haha, finally fell for it!!!"

Though his voice wasn’t loud, the excitement and satisfaction it carried were unmistakable.

Everything he had planned hadn’t been in vain.

Ever since Zhang Wenxuan found out Liu Batian was dead, he began to lay out his scheme.

He entered the basement.

Those children shrank into the corners of the wall the moment they saw Zhang Wenxuan, scared.

Completely different from the affectionate attitude they had shown toward him when Li Xuanxiao last saw them.

"You all acted pretty well." Zhang Wenxuan sneered.

"Then... can you please stop torturing us?" a boy asked timidly.

Zhang Wenxuan took out the Soul-Calming Bell, "These comfortable days—you’re not tired of them yet?"

The bell rang. The children clutched their heads and screamed.

"Remember this. When you get to Mount Shushan, know what to say."

"We remember—the one who refined us was Liu Batian!!"

Zhang Wenxuan was overjoyed. He could finally escape Liu Qiushui’s grasp.

Walk the world openly and freely.

Just thinking about it made him want to laugh uncontrollably.

He quickly left Yongan Town, heading for the hiding place he had agreed on with Li Xuanxiao.

After he left Yongan Town, everyone there turned into lifeless corpses.

They had died long ago, but Zhang Wenxuan had used Ghost-Hand Divine Doctor techniques to make them appear alive, not a trace of death on them.

The entire town was just one big show.

Zhang Wenxuan hid in the agreed-upon place, waiting for Li Xuanxiao’s letter.

Time crawled by—the wait was agonizing.

His future depended on this.

Zhang Wenxuan silently chanted the Clear Heart Mantra, but couldn’t calm himself down no matter what.

Finally, Heaven did not betray a diligent man.

He received a letter from Li Xuanxiao.

【Senior Wenxuan, I have reported your matter to my Master. He said it’s of great importance and concerns the dignity of Mount Shushan. He asks that you bring your evidence to the sect.】

Zhang Wenxuan showed a look of joy.

He closed his eyes and reviewed everything again—seventy, eighty times.

No problems. The evidence he fabricated was flawless.

Even if Mount Shushan performed a soul search on him, they wouldn’t find a single flaw.

As the infamous Ghost-Hand Divine Doctor.

Zhang Wenxuan had long been prepared for this kind of thing. Any divine sense intrusion would only reveal fake memories he had created.

Was there anything he hadn’t considered?

This time, it was either success or death!!

He’d grown up with Liu Batian and knew his handwriting like the back of his hand.

No one could tell the difference.

So those evil cult refinement methods written in Liu Batian’s handwriting—no one would ever know they were forged by Zhang Wenxuan…….

Once everything was ready, Zhang Wenxuan took the children and set out for Mount Shushan.

Passing through a city, he even bought new clothes for the children.

Clean and tidy—so it would look like he genuinely cared for them.

The children, wearing new clothes for the first time, all showed happy expressions—but soon followed by worry.

"……"

Arriving at Mount Shushan, Zhang Wenxuan never imagined in his wildest dreams he would one day set foot on this road.

Waiting for him was Li Xuanxiao.

"Senior Wenxuan, long time no see. All is well?"

"All is well, all is well." Zhang Wenxuan nodded excitedly. "Sorry to trouble you, Xuanxiao."

"No need for such words, Senior. We've shared life and death—no need for formality. I’ve informed the Sect Leader—he’s waiting for you now."

"Good!"

Zhang Wenxuan was a bit nervous.

But years of being on the run had made him much more composed.

"Why are the children all in the carriage?" Li Xuanxiao asked curiously.

"They can’t be exposed to light or wind—this is the only way. I’ve set up formations around the carriage."

Li Xuanxiao nodded. "I’ll settle the children first, then take you to meet my Master."

"Alright, thank you, Daoist Xuanxiao."

Still uneasy, Zhang Wenxuan pulled back the curtain and glanced at the children, giving them a warning look.

The children watched Zhang Wenxuan cautiously.

Li Xuanxiao led the carriage away, out of Zhang Wenxuan’s sight.

Zhang Wenxuan waited in place.

This time, I will take back everything I’ve lost!!

He stood with hands behind his back, gaze sweeping across.

All he saw was the grand Mount Shushan.

"This is the brilliance of Shushan, this is the flowing light, this is the mighty aura, this is….."

"The Mount Shushan Sword Formation activates!!!"

Zhang Wenxuan: (O_o)??

Several figures surged forth, and sword aura erupted.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenxuan panicked and shouted:

"Wait—it’s a misunderstanding… You can search my divine sense, I still have……"

No chance for explanation was given.

"Slay demons and eliminate evil—go to h*ll!!!"

Zhang Wenxuan’s eyes widened as the sword aura came roaring toward him.

"No... don’t...."

The fierce sword aura engulfed him, tearing his body into countless fragments, piercing through his bones, and surging into his sea of consciousness like a tidal wave—mercilessly shredding his soul and awareness.

A violent storm erupted in his mind. Pain, fear, despair—all intertwined, making him scream one final time.

Li Xuanxiao!!

When did you start doubting me!?

I should’ve had no flaws.

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

After handing the children to disciples handling follow-up tasks, Li Xuanxiao returned to Silver Sword Peak.

This wasn’t your run-of-the-mill Demon Lord—this was one who could scheme and play against the grain. He had to be crushed hard!!

Rather than asking when Li Xuanxiao started suspecting Zhang Wenxuan, it’s better to say he never trusted him from the beginning.

He was just using him to escape from Liu Qiushui.

The process of refining the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman was full of twists, but the result was good.

He somehow achieved Nascent Soul, and more importantly—the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman was successfully refined.

Months later.

Those children used as test subjects by Zhang Wenxuan gradually recovered with Mount Shushan’s help.

But only partially.

Their souls were gone—no way to retrieve them.

Following the rules, Mount Shushan settled them at the mountain’s foot to see if anyone might adopt them.

They had been taken from all over the land at a young age. After years of drug testing, they no longer remembered where home was.

Finding their families was like fishing for a needle in the ocean.

Mount Shushan had already done all it could.

"......"

Night fell.

A figure split into multiple figures, each taking a child and flying into the distance.

"Try to remember something about your home."

The child blinked, "I remember there was a big tree in front of my house, lots of stars in the sky, and a river….."

Li Xuanxiao shook his head and sighed.

"This job really is thankless. Serves me right."

He patted the boy’s head and said sternly:

"Keep trying!"

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