A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 116: Not Mad Not Mad Really Not Mad

The disciples selected for this Demon Elimination Tournament.

Li Xuanxiao, Su Wan,

plus Shen Chujian from Tongtian Peak, Qin Wenke from Little Qiong Peak, and Liu Ying from Little Bamboo Peak.

Originally five people, but due to the special status of Zhao Lu from Silver Sword Peak,

she would be going along as well.

The team leader this time was the Peak Master of Little Qiong Peak, Yu Yangzi.

Yu Yangzi glanced over the five of them.

When his gaze fell on Li Xuanxiao, he couldn’t help but click his tongue.

Four Golden Core Stage disciples, and one Foundation Establishment Stage mixed in.

Yu Yangzi couldn’t help but recall what Lu Ziyin had said that day in the main hall.

“Nephew Xuanxiao, that day in Panlong City you really controlled the city’s great formation and discovered the City Lord’s plot in advance, sending Zhao Lu to seek reinforcements?”

After Yu Yangzi finished speaking, the others all turned curiously toward Li Xuanxiao.

The corner of Li Xuanxiao’s mouth twitched slightly.

In his heart, he once again cursed Lu Ziyin viciously.

“To be honest with you, Martial Uncle, Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters.

Actually, that was a lie made up by Senior Brother Lu for my sake. He thinks I’m timid and avoid trouble by nature, so that’s why he recommended me.

When someone pressed him in public, he just blurted out that lie.

Senior Brother Lu told me not to tell anyone, so I hope Martial Uncle won’t take offense.”

After hearing Li Xuanxiao’s explanation,

the others all nodded—so that’s how it was, no wonder.........

Yu Yangzi said, “If that’s the case, then don’t spread this matter around. I can understand your Senior Brother Lu’s good intentions.”

“Thank you for understanding, Martial Uncle.”

The group boarded a flying boat and left Mount Shushan, heading straight for the Daxia Imperial Palace.

“Senior Sister Su, want something to eat?”

“I don’t like it.”

“Senior Sister Su, look at that mountain—it’s beautiful.”

“Mm.”

“Senior Sister Su, I heard there’ll be a ranking in this Demon Elimination Tournament. If we run into each other, I’ll concede to you.”

“No need.”

“Senior Sister Su, let me tell you a joke.”

“Don’t want to hear it.”

.........

All along the way, Qin Wenke from Little Qiong Peak kept trying to strike up a conversation with Su Wan.

Ever since Murong Mo died, Su Wan—with her outstanding talent, good family background, and beautiful looks—had become immensely popular.

Back then, with Senior Brother Murong by her side, all those who had ideas about her would feel ashamed in comparison.

But now that Senior Brother Murong was gone, it was every man for himself.

The problem was, at some point Su Wan had become cold and distant.

Winning her heart had become near impossible.

Sometimes Qin Wenke felt utterly exhausted.

Li Xuanxiao said nothing, quietly putting some distance between himself and them.

“Junior Brother Xuanxiao, want something to eat?” Su Wan suddenly leaned over and said.

Li Xuanxiao: .......

Forgot this strange being existed.

“Junior Brother Xuanxiao, look at that mountain beside us—it’s beautiful.”

“Junior Brother Xuanxiao, let me tell you a joke.” Su Wan went on.

Qin Wenke: (⊙o⊙)…

Wait... those are my lines, aren’t they?

Feeling Qin Wenke’s gloomy gaze, Li Xuanxiao swallowed hard.

Save me, someone save me!

He shot a glance at Junior Sister Zhao Lu.

Activate Backup Plan One.

Zhao Lu lightly cleared her throat. “Senior Sister Su, my Senior Brother isn’t supposed to talk too much right now.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

Zhao Lu explained solemnly, “My Senior Brother hurt his throat during recent cultivation, so he’s not supposed to talk much. Hope you’ll understand, Senior Sister.”

“Oh, I see.”

Su Wan nodded thoughtfully.

Li Xuanxiao let out a sigh of relief.

Throat problem?

Su Wan murmured in a voice barely audible,

“A throat problem probably means he’s got too much internal heat. Internal heat from longing... must be because he’s been thinking about me too much.”

Li Xuanxiao: ┓(;´_｀)┏

This kinda thing... what are you even supposed to do.

Li Xuanxiao felt like he’d lost the will to live.

Thanks to Su Wan drawing all that attention to him, Qin Wenke kept giving Li Xuanxiao weird looks the whole trip, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the real Li Xuanxiao was quietly following the flying boat.

He still held a jade mirror used for message transmission.

It was a communication jade mirror.

Leave a message on it, and the person holding the other mirror could see it and reply.

In short: mirror friends.

..........

The Demon Elimination Tournament was approaching.

The Great Sui envoy heading to Daxia had also set off.

Unlike Mount Shushan, which only sent five disciples and one Peak Master,

the Great Sui envoy was grand and imposing, showing off their strength.

People tend to flaunt whatever they lack.

Mount Shushan was confident in its power, so didn’t bother with showmanship.

But Great Sui lacked that, so they made a big display.

The Fifth Prince of Great Sui, Ye Yunzhou, sat in a palanquin.

Beside him, his personal guard wouldn’t stop ranting: “That Daxia princess has trampled all over your dignity, Fifth Lord! Breaking off the engagement just like that! Isn’t this deliberately making you the laughingstock of the world?

Fifth Lord, now that your cultivation is powerful, if you meet her during the tournament,

you must make her pay in blood! Make her regret it for life!!”

The guard spoke passionately,

all the while watching Ye Yunzhou’s expression.

But to his surprise, the Fifth Prince didn’t care at all, muttering to himself.

“All things under heaven—how can everything go my way?

Getting mad over small things is pointless—what’s the use when you look back?

If others anger me, I won’t get mad. No one else suffers if I get sick from it.

A gentleman’s tolerance is vast like heaven and earth;good or bad, it’s all part of life.

If others curse me, I pretend I’m deaf—up to the heavens or down to the earth, I stay quiet.

Keep smiling and you’ll be worry-free, and all illnesses will disappear. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Not mad, not mad, really not mad. I’ll keep this No-Mad Song in my heart......”

The personal guard: (O_o)??

“Fifth Lord, you... you’re not mad?”

Ye Yunzhou said calmly, “Why get mad? Marriage is a personal choice. Honestly, this doesn’t really have much to do with the princess.

So the engagement was broken—whatever. Daxia even compensated us generously, we profited.

Besides, I already have someone I like.”

At this, Ye Yunzhou waved his hand.

“Alright, go now. I need to rest for a bit.”

After the guard left, Ye Yunzhou pulled out the communication jade mirror and started messaging his mirror friend.

“Though we’re like twin birds flying apart, our hearts are linked in perfect harmony.”

Ye Yunzhou couldn’t help but be enchanted.

How could there be such a wonderful person in this world—versed in astronomy above and geography below.

With unique insights into everything.

That person’s worldview and understanding had deeply influenced Ye Yunzhou.

And through their conversations, Ye Yunzhou—already naturally chill—came to further realize that wealth and fame were fleeting illusions.

The riches and glories that people used to chase madly, in his eyes, had gradually lost their original appeal and luster.

Even the messy entanglements of love and hate in the world, Ye Yunzhou now saw in a new light.

What once seemed like unforgettable love, or irreconcilable hatred,

or those tangled feelings that seemed impossible to sort out—when time flows on,

all of it would be washed away by the years, reduced to nothing but gossip for idle moments.

Perhaps one day, looking back,

those emotional moments that once made your heart ache or soar would just become faint wisps of memory drifting on the wind.

He really wanted to see the other person’s face.

Unfortunately, even as a prince,

he couldn’t trace who he was chatting with through the communication jade mirror.

With great anticipation, Ye Yunzhou wrote: “When will we meet face to face?”

On the other side, Li Xuanxiao raised an eyebrow.

From that one short sentence, he sensed... something off.

Could the other guy think he was a woman?

So, to avoid misunderstanding, Li Xuanxiao wrote:

“No need to have met to be connected. If we, as brothers, are fated to cross paths in the future, then that’s a sign of destiny.”

Li Xuanxiao deliberately wrote: you and I, brothers.

Back on the other end—

Ye Yunzhou smiled knowingly.

“Wonderful. He’s a man.”