A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 146: Refining the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman

Mount Shushan’s Sect Leader Lingxu knelt in front of his Master’s shrine and let out a soft sigh.

Facing his Master’s shrine, Lingxu couldn’t help but recall those carefree days from the past.

As long as Master was around, there was never any problem in Mount Shushan.

Now that Master had passed, he alone was left to handle the vast responsibilities of Mount Shushan, to maintain peace in the world.

Daoist Lingxu felt the pressure was overwhelming—most of the time, sheer strength couldn’t solve the problems he faced.

“Master! Why did you make such a decision back then? You actually had me take over the sect’s affairs.

Back then, I was still green and clueless. The thought of managing such a massive sect truly filled me with anxiety.

Yet after you passed, everyone unanimously pushed me to become the Sect Leader of Mount Shushan. It both flattered and burdened me.

I often wonder, what was it you saw in me?

Was it because I had extraordinary talent and excelled on the path of cultivation?

Or because of my handsome and dashing looks, that might bring some extra glory to Mount Shushan?

Or perhaps you saw the traces of cleverness and wit I occasionally showed, and believed I could shoulder such a heavy responsibility........

Master, why did you choose me to be the Sect Leader? Please give me a hint, or I won’t burn incense for you next year.”

Just then, the fierce sword aura around him suddenly condensed into the shape of a palm.

With a loud “smack”, it slapped Lingxu square in the face.

Lingxu blinked.

The sword aura formed a big character in midair.

“Li!!”

Daoist Lingxu, holding his cheek pitifully, looked at the two large characters his Master left for him.

“Mu!”

“Zi!”

“This is......”

Daoist Lingxu pondered for a moment, then had a sudden realization.

“Mu Zi = Mózi (a model)!!”

Master meant for me to lead by example, to be a role model for the disciples of Mount Shushan.

Master, your intentions are profound—your disciple understands now!

No matter what, your trust and expectations—

I will remember them always. I will give my all and live up to the great responsibility you entrusted to me, striving to make Mount Shushan flourish!”

Lingxu walked out of the main hall and ran into the Peak Master of Silver Sword Peak, Lu Ziyin.

The two locked eyes and shared a knowing smile.

For some reason, every time he saw Lu Ziyin—

Lingxu felt like he was seeing a younger version of himself. Gifted, accomplished at a young age, and brilliant.

Lu Ziyin had the same feeling—looking at Lingxu was like glimpsing his own future.

“............”

It was another sunny and bright morning.

As Sect Leader, Lingxu was making his rounds through Mount Shushan.

Looking at how peaceful the mountain was, he felt very content.

Wandering here and there, he eventually ended up at Silver Sword Peak.

Let’s see what that rascal Li Xuanxiao is secretly up to!!

Lingxu silently crept into his disciple’s straw hut.

He saw Li Xuanxiao sitting upright at his desk, head lowered as he diligently copied the scriptures he had been punished to write.

Lingxu nodded. This brat was finally behaving.

He thought to himself—this little disciple had always been obedient and thoughtful. When did he become so bold?

“...........”

Thundercloud Island, East Sea.

Li Xuanxiao used a natural thunderstorm to mask his presence—he was preparing to refine the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman.

Li Xuanxiao looked solemn.

This talisman was the most crucial part of his entire plan.

Only the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman could block others’ divinations and peering.

Only then could his Mount Shushan wandering plan proceed smoothly.

It was vital to himself as well. With it, even a powerhouse would find it difficult to perceive his fate.

It was like placing an extra lock on his destiny.

Without it, all his actions would be laid bare to higher powers—utterly defenseless.

Only with the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman could he continue to grow in the shadows.

So this time, the refinement must not fail—he had to give it his all.

Li Xuanxiao planned to use his own blood as a primer.

Combined with heavenly thunder to temper the talisman, forming a chaotic barrier on the talisman paper to block the Heavenly Dao.

Heavenly Tribulation Talisman Forging.

Li Xuanxiao took a deep breath.

The thirteen giant thunder-attracting needles he invented were set in place around him.

The talisman paper was just as important.

A three-inch square of jade essence talisman paper, soaked in moon dew for three years using the core of ten-thousand-year-old thunderstruck wood, then aged ten more years in the bottom of the Seven-Star Pool—an otherworldly artifact.

Twenty years ago, Li Xuanxiao had luckily acquired the thunderstruck wood core, and spent the next two decades crafting this paper.

All for this moment of forging the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman.

Once-in-a-millennium nine-star alignment.

Now, with the power of the stars in disarray and the earth’s magnetic field reversed, the laws of karma and the Heavenly Dao blurred.

Heaven and earth were in a temporary darkness, and the surveillance power of the Heavenly Dao was at its lowest.

Now was the time to exploit this loophole in the Heavenly Dao and embed the power of “deception” into the talisman patterns.

Li Xuanxiao constantly checked the hexagrams—if he missed this chance, he’d have to wait another thousand years.

If a cultivator severed their connection to the Heavenly Dao through secret techniques, the talisman would be even stronger—but the price would be steep.

Li Xuanxiao naturally didn’t want to pay with his lifespan—

That’s why he needed the Deathsand, which could temporarily sever fate lines.

“Heaven help me.....”

Li Xuanxiao muttered instinctively, then slapped himself.

He was now opposing the Heavenly Dao itself. freёwebnoѵel.com

Using human means to alter Heaven’s laws—this was forbidden magic, the act of defying the heavens.

How could Heaven possibly help him now?

“It’s time!!”

Li Xuanxiao picked up his talisman brush, made from Wuyin Wood.

The brush tip was dipped in Void Spirit Ink—

Formed from the obsession of a fallen Confucian Nascent Soul cultivator—it consumed presence as it was written.

The moment the first stroke landed, a thunderous roar exploded—like an ancient beast roaring in fury.

A blinding arc of electricity shot from the brush tip like lightning, instantly linking with the talisman paper.

The air around him seemed to rip apart, crackling and snapping loudly.

Li Xuanxiao’s expression was grave. He held the brush three inches above the page—then it suddenly sank.

The talisman’s energy triggered a strange phenomenon.

A torrential downpour erupted.

When he reached the character for “deception,” nine bolts of violet lightning thundered down from the sky.

“BOOOOOM——!!”

But in the instant they fell—

The nine violet bolts were drawn by some mysterious force, streaking toward the thunder-attracting needles.

Sharp explosions rang out.

Three of the needles couldn’t handle the overwhelming energy and instantly disintegrated into nothing.

But the remaining ones held firm—continuing to divert the lightning elsewhere.

.......

A few moments later.

All the thunder-attracting needles had been destroyed.

Li Xuanxiao was drenched in sweat and rain—only one final step remained.