A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 35: Why’d You Start Yelling About Bonds and Love, Then Power Up Like That?

The flute’s melody was gentle and lingering, as if it carried a magic that could pierce the soul.

Fan Yue followed the sound of the flute all the way and found the one playing it.

No, that wasn’t a person—it was a drifting spirit.

“You... who are you?” Fan Yue asked cautiously.

The spirit beckoned.

“Come with me, your sister Lin Wanqing sent me to find you.”

The moment Lin Wanqing was mentioned, Fan Yue’s eyes lit up, and he took two steps forward.

“Sis sent you to find me?”

Suddenly, he stepped into thin air.

He hadn’t realized there was no path beneath him—the mist had obscured everything below.

And since there was someone in front of him, he naturally assumed there was a path ahead.

Fan Yue didn’t know how long he was falling before he finally hit the ground hard.

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After resting on the ground for a bit, he lifted his head and looked around.

“What is this place?”

Before him stood a massive jade gate, now wide open.

Only the current Sect Leader of Mount Shushan could open that gate.

Because only successive Sect Leaders knew the incantation to control the Mount Shushan Sword Formation.

Of course, that excluded the old Sect Leader who had already passed away.

Back then, Li Xuanxiao, who had traveled the lands of Jiuzhou with the old Sect Leader, had also been entrusted with this incantation.

Only, no one else aside from the old Sect Leader had any knowledge of it.

Fan Yue curiously walked inside.

In the center of a vast open area, an unimaginably massive sword stood upright like a towering mountain.

Its blade shimmered with a biting chill, as though it could slice through the void itself.

And surrounding the great sword were countless other swords of various kinds.

Some long, some short, some wide, some narrow—some with dazzling gems embedded in the hilts, others with intricate and mysterious runes etched into the blades...

It looked just like a sword pool meant solely for storing treasured swords, each one emanating its own unique aura and power.

Ever since Mount Shushan was founded, they had collected famed swords from all over the world, as well as the swords of Shushan disciples who had died and been erased from existence. All of them were gathered here.

After countless years of accumulation, this sword pool had become a sight to behold.

Sword aura crisscrossed through the air, grand and boundless, like a vast river of stars stretching across the sky.

Fan Yue suddenly seemed to remember something.

He clutched his head and collapsed in pain.

A blurry figure appeared before his eyes. That figure took a single step forward—

as if walking through the river of time, wrapped in a shimmer of golden light.

“Why? Why did you tear us apart!!” Fan Yue shouted, “I had already decided to retire deep in the forest with her, to live a quiet life, farming and weaving side by side!”

Yeah, he had made up his mind to leave the Demon Sect.

Lay down his blade and become a Buddha, turn back before it was too late.

Those righteous cultivators had already promised to let the past go. But this damn stubborn sword cultivator had chased him down and tried to kill him for three days and nights.

“Fan Yue, your sins are grave! Back then, in order to forge your magical treasure, you massacred six thousand miles, sacrificing hundreds of thousands of civilians.

Did you ever consider those people? They were someone’s father, mother, wife, son...

And now you dare speak such shameless words? Prepare to die!!”

A golden sword light cut through everything.

“............”

Staring at that Shushan sword, Fan Yue gradually began to remember everything.

“Mushan... no! It’s Chaoxue, it’s Lin Wanqing... Three lifetimes—I came to find you. It’s all you, they were all you...”

He held his head, trying to flee.

Facing the Mount Shushan sword that had once killed him, he felt nothing but terror deep in his bones.

The jade gate slammed shut.

The formation that had sealed the sword pool now showed signs of loosening.

“No! No!”

Back at the rear mountain of Silver Sword Peak—

Li Xuanxiao’s lips began moving rapidly, and as his lips formed each word, obscure and ancient syllables poured from his mouth in a continuous stream.

The characters, glowing faintly like fireflies, drifted slowly in the air.

Though he was currently standing atop Silver Sword Peak, that didn’t stop him from activating the deepest sword formation of Mount Shushan.

“Old man, help me one last time!”

Li Xuanxiao pulled out a talisman.

Judging by the magical power within it, this was definitely not something a cultivator at his level should possess.

“Strike down demons and purge evil—one sword to slay all monsters!!!”

“..........”

The Mount Shushan Sword Formation activated.

Fan Yue tried to escape, to blast open the jade gate, but his current strength clearly wasn’t enough.

What the h*ll?

Who’s plotting against me!?

That old geezer should’ve been dead already.

Good news: memory restored.

Bad news: somehow ended up inside Mount Shushan’s sword formation.

Within the mirror-like sword pool, the once-dormant swords—gleaming and deadly—suddenly trembled as if awakened.

Sensing Fan Yue’s presence, they became restless like sharks smelling blood.

In the blink of an eye, they charged toward Fan Yue like wild horses broken loose.

Sword light flashed everywhere, sword aura streaked crisscross in all directions—the entire space seemed torn apart by the sheer intensity.

Faced with the violent onslaught, Fan Yue’s expression changed drastically. With a fierce swing of his right hand, a dense black aura surged from his palm.

That black aura looked like a monstrous black dragon, roaring as it lunged at the oncoming flying swords.

With a deafening “BOOM,” the swords closest to Fan Yue were blasted away like kites with cut strings, sent flying by the powerful dark energy.

But even more swords followed, each stronger than the last.

One after another, growing fiercer.

Fan Yue struggled desperately.

“Mushan!!”

“Chaoxue!!”

“This life, your name is Lin Wanqing! I can’t die here! I haven’t even introduced myself to you yet.

Yeah, you don’t know me anymore—you’ve forgotten me.

How could I die here? Not even the sharpest sword in the world can sever the bond between us!”

Muttering to himself, Fan Yue’s power suddenly surged. His demonic aura exploded, forcing the sword rain back.

Li Xuanxiao’s brows furrowed tightly.

What the h*ll? Just yelling about bonds and love makes your power skyrocket?

What are you, the main character of some hot-blooded shounen anime?

Without hesitation, Li Xuanxiao slapped the talisman onto his forehead, synchronized with his unique footwork, and shouted aloud:

“The sun sets over the western hills, darkness falls, every household shuts their doors, travelers hurry to the inn, birds flee to the forest, tigers return to the mountain.

Birds in the forest find shelter, tigers must return in peace.

Seven-star glazed tiles overhead, eight-sided golden bricks beneath my feet, head up to the heavens, feet grounded on the earth, stepping forward in a whirlwind chain—”