A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 160: Cold Injury Sect

Secret Realm.

“Who are you?”

Just as the words fell, two flashes of cold light streaked by.

Two righteous cultivators fell dead.

“One each, you take one, I’ll take one.”

A man in black flicked his sword, shaking off the blood with a burst of sword energy.

“It's getting harder and harder to survive these days. Heard the organization’s performance target just went up another level.

They say they want to slim down the organization and improve efficiency.”

“At this rate, might as well quit the cult.”

“Quit the cult? A team from Team Ding tried that—none of them made it out.”

“If you ask me, the higher-ups are all a bunch of idiots. Always pushing for overtime, but the yearly bonus keeps getting smaller.”

The two muttered back and forth in low voices.

Just then, a pair of ruthless iron hands suddenly burst from the ground.

Caught completely off guard, the two were instantly refined on the spot.

“Talking s*** about the Church behind its back? Courting death!”

A black figure burrowed back into the earth.

In this environment, only underground felt safe to him.

The Hunt Plan had officially begun—time to let the young cultivators of Central State feel the terror of death.

Behind him, another shadow crept silently closer.

Xuanxiao Flying Kick!

“Ah!”

Soul search.

From deep within the memory: The mission—kill as many other cultivators in the secret realm as possible, especially disciples of the Five Great Immortal Sects.

Li Xuanxiao raised an eyebrow.

A follower of the Death Immortal.

These people worship slaughter. The more they kill, the stronger they get, and they believe the Death Immortal will bless them.

They’re total lunatics.

Li Xuanxiao quickly used a communication talisman to contact Little Junior Sister Zhao Lu, instructing her to gather the Mount Shushan disciples.

Then he moved swiftly, planning to first locate the Mount Shushan team.

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“Junior Sister, watch out!”

In front of a waterfall, seven or eight Mount Shushan disciples were clashing with over a dozen people in black.

It had been a long time since Mount Shushan disciples had encountered this sort of situation—being hunted in groups.

“Who are you people?” Su Wan said in a low voice.

The opponents weren’t weak—despite this being a Foundation Establishment secret realm, nearly 70% of the dozen or so attackers were Golden Core cultivators.

These black-clad assailants had anticipated Mount Shushan would be the toughest group to face.

They just didn’t expect Mount Shushan’s team to gather so quickly.

As the fighting broke out, the hastily formed Mount Shushan Sword Formation put them on the defensive.

That sword cultivator named Su Wan was especially outrageous—her strength was borderline Nascent Soul Stage.

And another pretty, sweet-looking young female disciple turned out to be ruthless—her first move was poison, sneak-attacking enemies.

Even two Golden Core enemies had been hit.

Mount Shushan truly harbored hidden dragons and crouching tigers—not an easy target.

The remaining black-clad attackers exchanged glances, then charged in without fear of death.

Su Wan swept her longsword sideways, then suddenly struck upward.

As the sword light flashed, one of the black-clad attackers didn’t dodge at all—he just lunged straight into the tip of Su Wan’s sword.

In a blink, the man’s body collided with her blade.

Su Wan’s face showed a flicker of surprise—she thought, Why is he throwing his life away like this?

Before she could figure it out—

The man’s body suddenly began to tremble violently, as if some immense power was surging within him.

His muscles expanded rapidly, bones cracking and reshaping, his entire body twisting into something monstrous.

He snapped his head back, screaming hoarsely to his comrades:

“Run!! Actually… I’ve always liked you! Please, take care of yourself!!”

One of the female black-clad cultivators shed silent tears.

Then—

BOOM!

Without hesitation, the man self-detonated his Golden Core.

In an instant, flames roared skyward, and dust filled the air.

The immense blast swept everything around it away.

Even though Su Wan had prepared for it, she was still forced back several meters by the shockwave. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Once the dust settled, she looked at the now-vanished attackers, hesitated for a moment—

Then lightly shook her head and gave up the chase.

“Sigh, another hopeless romantic…”

Su Wan sighed softly, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes.

“Forget it, let them go.”

The other Mount Shushan disciples nodded in agreement.

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They can’t run—not a single one.

Soul search!!

Hidden in the shadows, Li Xuanxiao performed soul searches one after another—the memories were nearly identical: launch deadly attacks on righteous sect disciples in the secret realm.

After each corpse inspection, he had his clone regroup with Junior Sister Zhao Lu and Senior Sister Abstract to avoid suspicion.

Meanwhile, Li Xuanxiao himself continued hunting down more followers of the Death Immortal.

The black-clad attackers continued their slaughter across the Ziyun Secret Realm.

Li Xuanxiao killed on sight—these people gave up nothing in interrogation, so he resorted to direct soul searches.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Deep in a dense forest, several righteous sect cultivators were being surrounded by black-clad enemies.

“These people are insanely strong—where’s the Cold Injury Sect disciples? Help my Senior Brother!” a female cultivator cried anxiously.

“The Cold Injury Sect disciples are treating an injured black-clad guy!”

The girl froze—then her anger flared.

“They’re here to kill us, why are you saving them!?”

A Cold Injury Sect disciple, crouched over the fallen enemy, looked up and replied:

“Fellow Daoist, that statement is entirely wrong. In our eyes, there are no good or bad people—only those we can save and those we can’t.

Even if this black-clad man tried to kill us earlier, he’s now a wounded patient.

And he’s more severely injured than your Senior Brother—so I’m treating him first.”

The girl grew flustered. “My Senior Brother got hurt protecting you just now!”

The Cold Injury Sect disciple shook his head. “I’m sorry. Saving the wounded is my duty—I can’t abandon my principles.”

“If you heal him, he’ll just get up and kill us again!”

“That’s a matter for later. Right now, he’s simply a patient to me.”

The black-clad man lying on the ground looked up at the Cold Injury Sect disciple, eyes filled with approval.

This was the Cold Injury Sect’s principle—treat all wounded without distinction.

The girl raised her sword to stab the black-clad man, but the Cold Injury Sect disciple blocked her.

“I won’t let you harm my patient!”

The girl seethed with rage.

Just then, more black-clad enemies arrived, and she had no choice but to dodge aside while dragging her Senior Brother.

As despair gripped the crowd—

A figure dashed out.