A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 149: Golden Core and Nascent Soul

Li Xuanxiao spun around in shock—only to see a spell seal flying straight at him.

He dared not take the hit head-on and hurriedly dodged to the side.

“So young, yet so cruel—refining a child into a pill!? Die!”

The spell curved midair and came at him again.

“It’s a misunderstanding!”

Li Xuanxiao shouted as he dodged again and again.

“Give me your life!”

“Master, that boy… he seems to still be alive.”

The young female cultivator stared at the baby-shaped figure near the cauldron.

Happy Young Man opened his eyes again.

D**n it, I’ve been knocked back into this form!?

Still…

He cast a cold, calculating look at Li Xuanxiao.

You brat… just you wait.

He was about to flee the area—when the spell slammed down from above.

“BOOM….”

The young woman blinked: ⚆_⚆?

That’s it. He’s definitely dead this time.

The elder went quiet for a moment before bellowing:

“Evil cultivator who kills for pills—prepare to die!”

Li Xuanxiao, already exhausted from forging the Heaven-Deceiving Talisman, had no strength left. With no chance to explain, he turned and ran.

The Happy Young Man, now in his infant form, had just taken a blow from a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator’s spell.

His spiritual body broke apart—and in an instant, it rushed into Li Xuanxiao’s body.

Li Xuanxiao’s face changed drastically.

So fast? You’re here to get revenge already!?

I swear—it’s a misunderstanding!

The spiritual infant surged into him like a streak of divine light, disappearing into his body.

Li Xuanxiao, who had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly felt an immense and mysterious force explode within him like a tidal wave.

At first, it was just a faint ripple. Then came a powerful shockwave.

He could feel every strand of spiritual energy coursing through his body, gathering and merging into a powerful torrent.

Stronger and stronger it grew.

His once-pale complexion now glowed with color.

His dull eyes regained a sharp, vivid light…

By the time it all stabilized, Li Xuanxiao was stunned to realize:

Not only had all his lost energy returned…

His cultivation level had also taken a huge leap!

What… just happened!?

There was no time to think. He was still being chased by that Spirit Transformation elder.

He dove into a formation array he had previously set up as an escape route.

The elder followed closely behind.

A three-part array: Illusion Formation, Entrapment Formation, Killing Formation

Explosions rang out one after another behind him.

The elder tried to brute-force his way through, smashing the array apart with sheer power.

But that brute force activated the deepest part of the array’s hidden trap:

Poison.

The elder’s eyes narrowed.

“Master, I’ll help you!” the young woman rushed toward him.

“Don’t come!” The elder’s face changed.

“Master—are you poisoned?”

“Such powerful poison…”

Suddenly, he looked at his disciple. “Run!”

The array’s range was much larger than he’d anticipated.

The young woman tried to fly off on her sword, but poison mist had already blanketed the area.

Final killing trap—activated!

She stumbled from the sky, and the elder caught her.

Both their expressions were grim.

And then—

“Plop…”

Followed by “Puff, puff!”

Two strange noises erupted from both of their rear ends—two separate streams of colorful gas shot out with an almost majestic flair.

Each puff carried an unbearable stench, and the gas came in two wildly different hues.

Within seconds, the air was thick with the putrid, eye-watering smell, like a plague had exploded in all directions.

“Whew… that’s some strong poison…” the elder muttered.

The young woman turned crimson from embarrassment.

“D**n that evil cultivator!”

Meanwhile…

Li Xuanxiao had turned the tide of the killing array.

If the array had been triggered at full force, the elder might still have survived—but that girl? She’d be dead for sure.

He followed his carefully planned escape route, fleeing at top speed.

What the heck just entered my body!?

Once he confirmed there were no pursuers, he sat down to examine his internal state.

Entering inner vision, Li Xuanxiao could clearly observe every detail within his body—even tracking the flow of spiritual energy particles.

And then—he saw his Golden Core.

Floating at the center of his Dantian, it shimmered with brilliance like molten gold.

It rotated slowly, absorbing and releasing spiritual energy like a miniature furnace.

Its majestic aura seemed capable of boiling seas or burning mountains. It glowed like a newborn star.

This was his Super-Grade Golden Core.

Every time he was in a bad mood, Li Xuanxiao would peek at it and secretly smile.

But now… in the center of his Purple Mansion, he saw something else:

A three-inch-tall Nascent Soul, seated cross-legged, its jade-like body breathing in vast streams of spiritual energy.

With a thought, Li Xuanxiao spread his divine sense, perceiving everything in the world around him—grass veins, energy flows—it was as if he were a god looking down on ants.

Li Xuanxiao: ……

Wait… what!?

[・_・?]

A… Nascent Soul!?

Who put a Nascent Soul in my body!?

I didn’t do anything! I swear!!

Wait, something’s off… this isn’t my Nascent Soul.

His Super-Grade Golden Core was still intact.

Normally, advancing to Nascent Soul requires shattering the Golden Core, fusing it with one’s soul to form a baby-like Nascent Soul, which then sits in the Purple Mansion.

The Nascent Soul is a manifestation of a cultivator’s essence—more efficient in channeling spiritual power than a core.

But now… both a Golden Core and a Nascent Soul coexisted in his body!?

Hiss—!

Li Xuanxiao drew in a sharp breath.

Sure, lucky encounters are great and all, but this? Way too unpredictable.

Just as he was about to continue examining himself—

a terrifying aura suddenly swept in, warping the clouds above.

Liu Qiushui descended.

Her once fair, jade-like face was now shrouded in icy rage.

Her eyes—clear as autumn waters—blazed with fury, adding a dangerous edge to her already stunning looks.

Clad in a vivid red robe that fluttered wildly in the wind, she looked like a living flame.

From afar, she was like a blazing flower blooming in the storm—gorgeous and arresting.

But that beauty clashed starkly with her seething anger, making her even more terrifying to behold.