A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 34: Even If the World Stands Against You

Time flew by, and two months had passed.

Fan Yue had already gotten used to life on Mount Shushan. Wherever his sister was, that’s where he would be.

She was the only one in the world who treated him well.

He remembered how every winter used to be so cold, but as long as he was by his sister’s side, there was nothing to be afraid of.

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As long as she was there...

“Ahhh!!”

Fan Yue clutched his head and jolted awake from the nightmare.

It hurt!!

It hurt so much!!

It was like something was waking up inside of him.

I want to kill everyone!

I want to destroy all of Jiuzhou, this is the path to my immortality.

The scene before his eyes was terrifying, as if the entire world had fallen into an apocalyptic abyss.

The earth had completely collapsed, massive cracks like the gaping mouths of savage beasts devouring everything in their path.

Blazing fires swept across the land like a wildfire, flames soaring skyward, dyeing the sky a blood red.

On this land covered in flames and ruins, piles of corpses were everywhere.

Some were missing limbs, some had faces twisted in horror—blood had soaked the ground beneath his feet, forming pools of crimson too gruesome to look at.

Countless lives vanished in this catastrophe, their dying screams and wails tangled together into a mournful elegy, echoing through the deathly stillness.

Yet in this hellish landscape, one figure stood out.

Fan Yue stood at the center of the sea of fire, laughing maniacally. His laughter was like the screech of a night owl—sharp, piercing, filled with madness and insanity.

His eyes were vacant and hollow, as if his soul had been lost, leaving behind only obsession and pleasure in destruction.

“No!!”

Fan Yue’s eyes snapped open again, panting heavily.

He found himself back on Mount Shushan, back beside his sister.

Crying, Fan Yue ran into his sister’s arms, burying his head in her chest.

Lin Wanqing’s face turned slightly red, though the blush faded quickly.

She seemed to have long gotten used to physical contact.

“What’s wrong? Another nightmare?”

“Mm!”

Fan Yue nodded, sobbing.

“There, there. It’s okay. Big sis is here,” Lin Wanqing comforted him.

“Sis, Fan Yue dreamed he killed so many people… What should I do? Am I a bad person?”

“Of course not. Fan Yue is the kindest person in the whole wide world. If you really did kill someone, they must’ve been bad people.”

“Then what if Fan Yue killed good people? What if they were innocent?

What if they come for revenge? What if everyone bullies Fan Yue, hates Fan Yue? Would sister still like Fan Yue then?”

Lin Wanqing paused for a moment, then affectionately pinched his nose.

“Even if... even if the whole world stands against Fan Yue, your sister will always be on your side.”

“Mm, I love you the most, Sis.”

Fan Yue hugged Lin Wanqing even tighter.

“Sis will protect Fan Yue with her life,” Lin Wanqing added.

“As long as Fan Yue is here, I won’t let anyone hurt Sis. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I’ll kill every last one of them to avenge you.”

Lin Wanqing chuckled, “Sis didn’t love you for nothing. Alright, time to sleep.”

“..........”

The bond between Lin Wanqing and Fan Yue grew stronger by the day.

Worried that Fan Yue would get bored while she cultivated, Lin Wanqing often found little toys on Mount Shushan to give him.

This time, she brought back a Mohist mechanism puppy.

Mount Shushan had a bazaar where disciples gathered to sell all sorts of trinkets.

Many disciples liked to sell things they no longer needed there.

This particular mechanism puppy came from a disciple of Little Qiong Peak.

A few years ago, driven by interest, he’d started studying Mohist Mechanism Techniques.

Over the years, he made all kinds of little gadgets and often set up stalls to sell them.

The most popular were these puppies.

So he made a whole bunch at once.

What he didn’t know was—unbeknownst to him—someone had secretly swapped one puppy among them with another that looked identical.

That day, the weather was pleasant and sunny.

Fan Yue was playing alone with the mechanism puppy on Silver Sword Peak.

Suddenly, the mechanism puppy bolted on its own.

Fan Yue quickly ran after it, but the puppy only picked up speed.

Seeing the gap widen, Fan Yue had no choice but to run faster.

“Don’t run! Stop right there!”

Out of nowhere, a pair of wooden wings unfolded from the puppy’s back—it actually took flight.

Fan Yue’s eyes widened in amazement. It was the first time he’d seen a flying puppy.

He wanted to keep chasing, but he couldn’t fly himself. Just as he was feeling frustrated,

he noticed a group of cranes passing not far off.

These were the cranes raised by Mount Shushan. They often circled the skies around the sect at this time of day.

Fan Yue hesitated briefly, then seized the right moment and leapt onto one of their backs.

The crane didn’t resist. Some disciples still in the Qi Refining Stage often did this.

If one of them accidentally fell, the crane would even fly down to pick them up again.

Fan Yue had seen that big brother named Li Xuanxiao do it before, so he mimicked him now.

The white crane soared high into the sky, carrying Fan Yue through the misty clouds.

Fan Yue stood on its back, watching the mountain peaks pass by one after another.

Today was Mount Shushan’s annual Day of Meditation, a tradition handed down from years past.

Though not many followed it strictly anymore, most still tried not to leave their sect gates and wander around, to avoid giving the Law Enforcement Hall anything to catch them for.

So Fan Yue didn’t run into any disciples along the way, nor did he see a trace of the puppy. His worry grew.

Just then, something caught Fan Yue’s eye.

He jumped down from the crane mid-air and landed on a mountaintop.

“Thanks!” he shouted toward the crane.

The crane responded with a clear, resonant cry.

The wooden mechanism puppy had seemingly lost all energy and fallen to the ground.

Fan Yue quickly picked it up and checked to see if it had broken.

Confirming it was unharmed, he finally smiled.

He looked up and started noticing his surroundings.

“Where is this place?”

Mist filled the area, making it impossible to tell one direction from another.

This was the back mountain of Tongtian Peak. Every year, once a certain season arrived, it would be shrouded in thick fog.

The mist rose from deep underground, enveloping the entire back mountain.

Within it, all presence seemed to vanish completely.

Whether it was the mountain breeze, the breath of the trees, or the traces of birds and beasts, all had vanished without a trace within it.

There had been more than one occasion when disciples got lost in the back mountain, unable to find a way out, forced to stay there.

Only when the thick fog cleared months later could they leave.

Since then, every year during this season, Mount Shushan would assign guards to watch over the mountain, preventing disciples from wandering in by mistake.

Mountain guarding was extremely boring, so the guards often snuck off to secretly drink wine.

Fan Yue scratched his head.

Just then, a flute began to play.

It was as if it were guiding the lost back onto the right path.

Fan Yue followed the sound of the flute step by step.