A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 46: Weighing the Pros and Cons

The skinny constable laughed, “There’s not much time left. Come on, little beauty, strip quick. If you die later, that’d be a real pity.”

A flash of silver suddenly cut through the air inside the inn, cold and blinding!

Li Xuanxiao stood with his longsword in hand, blood beading along the sword's edge.

Along with the drops of blood, the skinny constable’s head also fell to the ground.

The fat constable froze, completely unprepared for anyone daring to strike them.

Through her tear-blurred vision, Li Mengyun saw that plain-looking figure suddenly charge forward.

Not particularly handsome.

And definitely not like the dashing, unearthly heroes described in storybooks.

But it was a kind of feeling.

Even though they couldn’t use magic here, martial arts skills were still intact.

Li Xuanxiao, with a single arm, smashed his fist into the fat constable’s face, shattering all his teeth.

“You’re supposed to listen to the constables—so if they don’t speak, there’s nothing to listen to.”

Just as the fat constable opened his mouth to speak, blood gushed out. He couldn’t say a single word.

Li Xuanxiao gave him no time to react. Grabbing his fat head, he slammed it against the wooden floor, smashing a hole into it.

With one hand on his sword, Li Xuanxiao thrust it toward the man’s neck.

A muffled “squelch” sounded as the blade tore through his throat, blood spraying, flesh splitting—until the entire head was severed.

Hot blood poured out, splashing across Li Xuanxiao’s face.

It was the first time Li Mengyun had seen something so gruesome.

She looked at Li Xuanxiao and, strangely, wasn’t afraid.

On the contrary, that plain face, now splattered with blood, appeared a little more heroic and dashing in her eyes.

Li Xuanxiao turned, pointing his sword tip at Li Mengyun.

“Take off your clothes.”

Li Mengyun was stunned.

Li Xuanxiao slashed.

The sword tip drew precise arcs through the air.

Li Mengyun’s upper garments slid off instantly.

She let out a startled scream.

Li Xuanxiao tossed his own clothes to her, then ignored her completely, turning to strip the black clothing off the constables.

【Rule Nine: There are no constables in this town】

【Rule Ten: People wearing black clothes are constables. You must obey what constables say】

There were no constables in the town—anyone who put on black could become one.

And anything a constable said had to be followed by others.

So of course constables would be killed—they weren’t invincible.

【Rule Twelve: Constables can freely enter and exit Luoshui Town. They are to lure more people into town. Once the population exceeds 1,000, you may gain the chance to leave. Upon leaving, you will lose all memories of Luoshui Town】

Just as Li Xuanxiao put on the black clothes, Rule Twelve popped up in front of him.

Only for constables.

Free entry and exit from Luoshui Town?

If he became a constable and left the town to report back to the sect, wouldn’t that be better?

But Li Xuanxiao quickly gave up on that idea. If he followed the rules and left,

he’d probably still be bound by the town’s rules—meaning he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about what happened here.

Tight restrictions.

Li Xuanxiao tucked away the other set of black clothing, just in case someone used it against him.

“.........”

Outside Luoshui Town.

Liu Qiushui stared intently at the town—or rather, at Li Xuanxiao within it.

Still alive?

Murong Mo was still alive, and by some twist of fate had entered the restriction left behind by Elder Sikong.

Liu Qiushui never expected to run into Li Xuanxiao, hiding under the alias Murong Mo, in this place.

As far as she knew, he should have already died at the hands of Di Nü Feng.

She’d even investigated Mount Shushan afterward and confirmed that Murong Mo was dead.

The news had left Liu Qiushui feeling strangely melancholic for a while.

Not many things in the world could stir such emotion in someone like her.

So when she saw Li Xuanxiao again, she hesitated over whether to act and pull him out.

But she quickly dropped the idea.

If she forcefully extracted someone from within the restriction,

she’d damage the very formation Elder Sikong left behind.

With her power, breaking that restriction would make it impossible for Elder Sikong to ever awaken again.

Was it worth it to kill a Body Fusion Stage powerhouse from the Asura Hall,

just to save a Mount Shushan disciple who once saved her life?

Liu Qiushui was caught in hesitation.

This was reality.

Not some female-oriented cultivation romance.

Nor a male power-fantasy cultivation novelbuddy.

As the Sect Leader of the Demon Sect, Liu Qiushui might occasionally feel tired of her current life.

Or maybe, in some moment, she became interested in the young man Li Xuanxiao who’d once saved her.

But that was all.

Liu Qiushui could choose to save Li Xuanxiao, gift him treasures, grant him status...

But only if it cost her nothing.

Like a human giving snacks to a pet they’re fond of.

That kind of feeling.

But if she had to give up something—and it would hurt her—

then she had to think it through.

What was a Body Fusion Stage cultivator worth compared to Li Xuanxiao?

Sure, she could choose to save him just to make herself happy.

But the Asura Hall didn’t belong to her alone.

Breaking into the restriction would be no different from killing Elder Sikong.

So how would she explain it to the other upper-level members?

Just for a Mount Shushan disciple...

Not worth it.

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After a brief moment of weighing the pros and cons, Liu Qiushui made her choice.

“I’ll just pretend you’re already dead... and make it up to your family.”

She said in her heart.

“Seems like he’s already figured out the loopholes in Elder Sikong’s rules. He should be fine, right?”

A disciple of Tian Sha Hall nearby looked at Li Xuanxiao, now dressed in the black clothes of a constable, and couldn’t help but worry.

“What’s there to worry about? Elder Sikong was a Body Fusion Stage powerhouse.”

Liu Qiushui raised an eyebrow. That kind of outcome... seemed pretty unlikely.

“..........”

Back in Luoshui Town, inside the Mountain God Temple.

Rule Seven: The Mountain God Temple is safe.

Rule Eight: There are dangerous beasts in the Mountain God Temple.

Li Xuanxiao, holding a candle, walked alone into the darkness of the temple.

From the outside, the Mountain God Temple didn’t look very big, but once inside, the space was surprisingly vast.

A massive azure dragon was coiled within, its enormous body taking up nearly half the temple hall.

Each of its scales shimmered with a cold gleam, exuding an ancient and powerful aura. Its sharp dragon fangs resembled swords, sending chills down one’s spine—as if it could open its bloody maw and roar at any moment.

Standing before the dragon, an overwhelming pressure surged forth, making it hard to breathe.

This fear didn’t come from a physical threat, but from deep within the soul—a reverence for the unknown.

The azure dragon looked at Li Xuanxiao with mockery.

Li Xuanxiao looked right back at it.

Suddenly, the dragon opened its huge mouth and lunged to swallow him.

Li Xuanxiao didn’t move.

The dragon roared, and the candlelight went out.

【Rule Two: At night, you must keep a candle by your side, and the candle must not go out】

At that moment, the only candle beside Li Xuanxiao had gone out.

And yet, Li Xuanxiao remained still, letting the dragon roar and thrash in front of him.

The Mountain God Temple is safe.