A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 230: The Fall

Daxia Imperial Capital.

As time passed, the entire Dragon Vein began to tremble violently, as if it too could sense its impending fate.

Through Liu Qiushui’s magical eye, she could see countless delicate, baby-like figures.

They were clearly the manifestation of Daxia's imperial fate, condensed over a millennium.

Their bodies were composed of filaments like golden threads.

At this moment, these fate-babies looked panicked and desperate to escape.

Once they moved, they became impossible to catch.

It would be very difficult to gather them again for further absorption.

However, when they broke through the restrictions originally set to stabilize the great formation, they realized—there was nowhere to run.

Li Xuanxiao had trapped the Dragon Vein’s spiritual energy using the “Nine Palaces Dragon-Locking Formation.”

What Daxia's Astrologers originally arranged was a basic Dragon-Locking Formation.

It was meant to prevent the imperial fate from leaking and to keep it securely in the capital.

But Li Xuanxiao, by subtly altering the layout, quietly added the “Nine Palaces” component into the formation.

Thus turning it into a Dragon-Trapping Formation.

“...........”

“Hurry!”

“Someone is sabotaging the Dragon Vein!”

Once the guards outside sensed something was wrong, they immediately tried to rush in.

But the Dragon Gate had already closed, so everyone had to work together to try and break it down.

Yet once the Dragon Gate was shut from the inside, it was extremely difficult to reopen.

It had originally been designed to protect the Dragon Vein.

So the gate was built exceptionally strong.

No one had expected there would be enemies inside.

At this moment, those outside were frantically trying to knock the gate down.

Only the imperial seal could open the gate.

So the guards rushed to the palace.

When they arrived, the old emperor ordered someone to retrieve the seal from his study.

But only then did they realize—it wasn’t there.

It turned out that Zhao Lu, after a casual suggestion from her senior brother Li Xuanxiao, had come up with a plan.

She decided to imitate her father’s handwriting and write an imperial edict, requesting her senior brother to marry her.

So she had secretly taken the seal.

When the guards learned that only the princess had entered the study, they rushed to find her.

That chaotic back-and-forth had already wasted who knows how much time.

“............”

As Liu Qiushui continued drawing power from the Dragon Vein,

the hem of her crimson skirt lifted slightly. Meanwhile, a patch of skin on her cheek began to slowly peel away.

Like a piece of fine porcelain showing cracks.

In its place, strands of golden thread shimmered brilliantly!

These golden threads wove and wrapped around, gradually covering her entire face, looking from a distance like an exquisite golden mask.

At this moment, Liu Qiushui was completely enveloped in rich dragon energy.

That energy danced like lively little dragons, all diving into her body.

Li Xuanxiao watched this scene, unsure whether to feel joy or unease.

They were trying to take down the Old Emperor, yet Liu Qiushui had ended up absorbing Daxia’s Dragon Vein...

Liu Qiushui looked satisfied and couldn’t help glancing at Zhang Haoran.

“What’s the next step of the plan?” she suddenly asked.

“My master’s plan is for you to use the teleportation array that was prepared earlier and assist in Dazui.”

Liu Qiushui gave a slight nod and began stealing energy even faster.

“.........”

“Puh!!”

“Eat my foot, b*stard!”

On the ancient battlefield—

the sea of blood beneath the Old Emperor’s feet began churning violently.

But this time, it was nothing like before.

There was no power, no grand momentum.

It was more like a final, helpless struggle.

A candle in the wind, about to go out at any moment.

The blood kept roiling, with countless wailing souls screaming and crying within, trying to break free.

The blood no longer nourished the Old Emperor.

Instead, it became something he could no longer sustain.

His Great Dao was collapsing.

The Old Emperor’s Dao was tied to the fate of Daxia.

He had reached the Tribulation Stage because he bonded himself to Daxia’s imperial fate.

He had secretly cultivated for years, but had never broken through.

In the end, it was because he had no Dao of his own.

Helpless, the Old Emperor had the Dragon Vein of Daxia release nine golden dragons of fate, which coiled around him.

Then, using his own blood as the medium, he bound his soul entirely to the Dragon Vein.

Finally, Daxia’s dragon energy formed into a “Fate Golden Core.”

From then on, the Old Emperor stepped into the Tribulation Stage.

He could draw on the spiritual energy across the entire empire at will.

And his cultivation rose and fell with the nation's fortune.

The advantages were obvious—but so were the flaws. If Daxia was damaged,

his cultivation would be as well.

The benefit was, as long as the people lived in peace and the nation prospered, his cultivation would soar.

Now, however, the empire was waning.

The Fate Golden Core dimmed, spiritual energy became sluggish.

Since becoming a Tribulation Stage cultivator, the Old Emperor had been able to shake mountains with a flick of his wrist.

It gave him his foothold in the world.

But what made him was Tribulation—what would break him was also Tribulation.

“..........”

Deep underground, the Dragon Vein began to crack inch by inch, stones flying, dust billowing.

Inside the Old Emperor’s Purple Palace, the Fate Golden Core formed from the imperial fate—

had over the years turned into a golden dragon as thick as an arm.

But now, without warning, it suddenly split open. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

The immense energy within burst forth like a dam collapsing, flooding outward wildly.

In an instant, blood poured from all seven of the Old Emperor’s orifices, turning his vision red.

His cultivation plummeted at a terrifying rate.

The violent energy rampaged through his meridians, wrecking his body from the inside.

Beneath his black robe, his hair turned completely white.

And across his body, black cracks began to spread.

“Ahhhhhh....”

The Old Emperor let out a scream of unbearable agony.

“Get him! Kill the b*stard!”

Di Nü Feng shouted.

She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she was sure—this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His energy was weakening.

The Sword Spirit gripped a milky-white blade of sword energy with both hands. That sword energy rose sky-high.

Eventually, it even seemed to pierce through the sky of the ancient battlefield.

Then, like lightning, the Sword Spirit dashed forward.

Di Nü Feng split into three forms, her robe billowing.

Meanwhile, Elder Sun pulled out a talisman blade, chanting under his breath.

In an instant, the blade’s light transformed into a giant beam, slashing toward where the Old Emperor stood.

The three of them launched a fierce assault from different angles.

The Old Emperor's eyes went wide, and with a flick of his fingers, his hand sign changed.

The blood sea turned into a blood rain, pouring down in torrents.

But this time, the Old Emperor couldn’t suppress them.

Instead, he was wounded by the Sword Spirit’s energy.

Where the sword aura passed, the blood-tainted space split open with a brilliant slash, and the spiritual energy around it surged like a river falling from the heavens.

The Old Emperor clutched his chest, his expression drastically changing.

You dared scheme against me!!!

His black robe had been completely shredded.

Di Nü Feng stepped on his chest and struck with her palm.

In the force of that powerful palm, a crystal-clear, breathtaking ice lotus bloomed.

The ice lotus released a bone-chilling cold, and everything around froze visibly.

The Old Emperor’s chest was quickly encased in ice.

Facing the freezing power that could seal everything, he swung his left hand and roared:

“Ten Thousand Souls Banner!!”

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