A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 207: I Just Want to Improve So Badly!!

The old monk looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared in front of him, then lowered his head and glanced at Hou Tianlai’s severed head.

“Amitabha, does this benefactor bear some grudge against him?”

“Bald b*stard, I told you I’d be back.”

“Benefactor… do we know each other?”

The old monk was a bit puzzled, though the tone of this person did feel vaguely familiar to him.

Li Xuanxiao gave a wicked smile, “You don’t need to know. Just know that this day next year is the anniversary of your death.”

The old monk took a step back. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He could already feel that this man’s aura was hostile—and his cultivation wasn’t weaker than his own.

“Benefactor, this poor monk has never held grudges against anyone. Why must you strike at me?

You have a vendetta against Hou Tianlai, I can understand you wanting to kill him.

But why kill me too after killing him? This poor monk has no connection to him.”

Li Xuanxiao placed his hand on the sword hilt. “Bald b*stard, did you forget what you said three days ago? Didn’t you say Hou Tianlai’s life was protected by the Buddha?”

The old monk’s brow furrowed slightly. “You… you’re…”

Harboring criminals, shielding offenders, expanding the temple…

“Take my sword!”

Li Xuanxiao bent his knees slightly, his body sinking with mountain-like steadiness, his right hand gripping the hilt.

And that sword lay quietly in its sheath, waiting to be awakened.

As Li Xuanxiao moved, the air around him turned heavy.

Though the sword was not yet drawn, the sharp sword aura radiating from him had already become formless.

The old monk didn’t dare underestimate him. This man’s cultivation was certainly strong.

To silently sneak into the temple, kill Hou Tianlai without even being noticed.

And now, that stance, that pressure.

His swordsmanship couldn’t possibly be weak.

The old monk stomped his foot, abruptly drawing power.

Golden light surged in front of him, and he shook his kasaya.

It was like an enormous shield, solidly blocking in front of Hou Tianlai.

“Benefactor, do not cling to your delusions.”

Li Xuanxiao drew his sword.

“Boom!!”

Behind, someone suddenly struck the old monk’s back with a palm.

Five Poisons Heart-Corroding Art

Five Poisons Heart-Corroding Palm.

Talking to you wasn’t out of interest—it was to set up a sneak attack.

Just like waiting three days to find you wasn’t hesitation—it just took three days to get here from Mount Shushan.

“Ah!!”

Another Li Xuanxiao appeared behind the old monk without a sound, landing a palm strike that shattered the monk’s protective energy.

Then followed up with several more strikes.

“Let’s see you chant Amitabha now!”

At the same time, the sword-drawing Li Xuanxiao quickly launched several Soul-Nailing Pins, sealing the monk’s divine soul to prevent escape.

A familiar process followed—destroy the body, obliterate the soul, erase all traces.

But something went wrong during the soul-erasing step.

Li Xuanxiao’s Soul-Erasing Pearl failed to destroy the monk’s soul—instead, the pearl cracked.

“This poor monk’s divine soul isn’t something your mere pearl can destroy!”

Buddhist cultivation techniques primarily refine the divine soul and physical body.

“Treacherous villain, you just wait!”

The old monk’s soul immediately tried to escape.

Li Xuanxiao quickly pulled out ten backup Soul-Erasing Pearls.

“Eat my Soul-Erasing Pearls!!!”

“.............”

Inside Zhenya Temple.

“Dong dong dong!!!”

The bells sounded a bit strange today.

One chime rang, then after a while, the other two followed.

But no one really paid attention.

The morning sutra session at Zhenya Temple—the old monk didn’t show up.

The other monks were lounging around in sloppy poses.

“Isn’t the day after tomorrow when that bald old man goes into seclusion?”

“Finally get to head down the mountain and have some fun.”

“Man, day in and day out, I really can’t stand this life.”

“Going crazy, seriously.”

A scar-faced man snorted coldly. “Shave your head, abolish your cultivation, and you get to live in peace—not better than prison and a public execution?

My buddy was sliced to death a thousand times, died real nasty.

Anyway, I’m pretty content now. Planning to retire here.”

“All for messing around with a woman? Got sliced up a thousand times?”

The scar-faced man continued, “My bro had some… unique tastes. Accidentally killed the girl—really tragic.

Whole thing blew up. If he’d run a little earlier, he might’ve made it to Zhenya Temple. Too bad.”

Turns out, the monks at Zhenya Temple—

Aside from that old monk, all the rest—

Were once criminals.

Now they’d shaved their heads, abolished their cultivation, and posed as monks.

Incense smoke curled through the temple.

The crowd kept chatting.

“Hey, where did that bald old man go? Yeah… I… why do I feel a little sleepy?”

“Didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Since my cultivation was abolished, nothing feels right anymore. Guess I’ll get used to it eventually.”

“No, I…”

Moments later, everyone in the temple was lifeless.

“...........”

Great Sui, the capital.

The residence of the current Prime Minister.

Prime Minister Zhang was a great Confucian scholar of Haoran Academy.

Came out of seclusion ten years ago.

In both Great Sui and the political arenas of other nations—

The emperor never had the final say in everything.

Even if the emperor possessed extraordinary cultivation.

Take the position of Prime Minister, for instance—the emperor didn’t always get the final decision.

Prime Minister Zhang sat upright in a blue-and-white wooden chair, nodding slightly.

“You did well. Sometimes, to be a good official, you have to be even more ruthless and wicked than the corrupt ones. Only then can you deal with them.”

“Understood.”

Zhang Haoran sat below him.

This Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau, was now sitting with one of the top three powers in Great Sui.

It showed just how highly regarded he was.

And with such backing, he could afford to act boldly.

“You acted decisively. Found some friends to help, didn’t you?” Prime Minister Zhang asked casually.

Zhang Haoran nodded. “Not going to lie, I did call on some friends.”

“Good. You mustn’t do this sort of thing on your own.”

Prime Minister Zhang was very satisfied with Zhang Haoran.

They met years ago during a certain case.

Their first encounter left a deep impression.

This man was upright yet not rigid.

Thunderous in action but with a compassionate heart.

Young, but not weak in cultivation.

Clean background—not tied to any sect or noble family.

A perfect candidate to nurture.

“You’ve done quite well these past few years,” Prime Minister Zhang said. “Do you know why I haven’t promoted you yet?”

“At my age, being a Commander is already something many dream of. It’s all thanks to your guidance, my lord.”

“You’re young. If I push you too high too fast, you’ll attract jealousy. Big trees catch the wind. I wanted to let you grow slowly—and it looks like the time has come.”

Zhang Haoran held back his excitement.

Prime Minister…

I just want to improve so badly!!

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