A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 162: Five Great Immortal Sects Grand Tournament

The Five Great Immortal Sects Grand Tournament was just around the corner.

Li Xuanxiao was pacing back and forth inside the straw hut.

If the Immortal Sect Tournament wasn’t held at Mount Shushan, he wouldn’t be this nervous.

But every single tournament had to be held at Mount Shushan.

At that time, people from all over would enter Mount Shushan.

Not only that, but many disciples of Shushan who were stationed elsewhere would also return.

Just thinking about it made Li Xuanxiao want to flee Mount Shushan overnight.

Then he remembered what that black-robed man said in the secret realm.

Could it be they’re planning to target this upcoming Five Great Immortal Sects Grand Tournament??

Calm down, don’t panic.

Especially at times like this, I need to stay calm.

Li Xuanxiao took several deep breaths.

Entered high-efficiency CPU processing mode.

“.........”

Three months later.

Li Xuanxiao calculated the days.

The time for the Five Great Immortal Sects Grand Tournament was getting closer and closer.

It wasn’t just the Five Great Immortal Sects participating in the tournament.

There were also countless mid- and small-sized sects from within Central State, as well as royal factions.

Li Xuanxiao looked at the list he had compiled.

These were all things he needed to pay attention to.

Senior Brother Xue Yun might return this time.

Years ago, Xue Yun left Mount Shushan for love.

If he comes back, would he bring the woman he loves with him?

How would the story unfold then?

Second Senior Brother had girlfriends scattered across every sect—this time, a lot of them were probably coming to the tournament. It was bound to be lively.

Sixth Senior Sister had been abandoned by a scumbag early on and raised a child alone.

The scumbag’s identity remained unknown.

This time, during the Five Great Immortal Sects Grand Tournament, that person might come to see the child.

Plot idea one: (Mount Shushan dares treat my child like this? Mock my child? Then I’ll incinerate it all in an instant!!)

The old Emperor of Daxia would also be coming to this tournament. Who knew what schemes he might be planning behind the scenes?

Followers of the Death Immortal might also cause chaos during the tournament.......

Li Xuanxiao’s mouth twitched.

Was there really no easier difficulty level available?

This kind of intensity was way too sudden.

Li Xuanxiao entered his underground chamber.

Several days later, Li Xuanxiao sat quietly at the table. Before him lay a giant sheet of paper covered in densely packed writing.

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Each level represented different risks and challenges.

But for Li Xuanxiao, no matter the level, none of it could be taken lightly.

On that sheet, there were also hundreds of intricate storylines listed.

Some were clear-cut, others vague and shadowy, with all kinds of potential developments.

There were countless possibilities, impossible to predict.

For each possible situation, Li Xuanxiao had racked his brains to come up with a matching strategy.

Not only that, every character had their own unique storyline.

Below each character’s name were densely packed guesses and analyses, meticulously recording their personality traits, behavioral patterns, and possible impacts.

To complete this detailed plan, Li Xuanxiao had gone through brush after brush, and the ink bottle had almost run dry.

Finally, when the last drop of ink was used, Li Xuanxiao put down his brush.

He leaned gently against the chair back, closed his eyes, and began reviewing everything he needed to do from beginning to end...

What’s meant to come will come!!

He rubbed his brow hard.

At present, under conditions where he could still maintain complete control, Li Xuanxiao could manage a maximum of six external bodies.

The external bodies stood in a row, and behind them were many puppets he had created.

Li Xuanxiao stood in front of them with a solemn expression, speaking softly:

“The bad guys want to wipe us out. The love-brained ones want to stir things up. Then fight!!

There’s only one path we can take—and that’s to resist. We will never compromise.”

The six external bodies and many puppets let out excited howls on the spot.

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Li Xuanxiao quickly signaled for them to quiet down.

Don’t get too worked up.

Li Xuanxiao’s expression remained extremely serious. After all, there wasn’t much time left before the Immortal Sect Tournament.

So far, aside from increasing his trump cards, his main strategy had been to constantly inspect Mount Shushan’s great formation and to keep a close eye on his Master—secretly working together with the Janitor Uncle.

The Mount Shushan Sword Formation was the core of Shushan.

His Master, Daoist Lingxu, was even more crucial.

No matter who might descend into darkness—as long as Master was around, there was still a chance to turn things around. The situation wouldn’t get out of hand.

The Janitor Uncle was a key combat force that Li Xuanxiao had access to.

These were Li Xuanxiao’s three trump cards.

“............”

Another two months passed.

Under the long-awaited gazes of all, the Five Great Immortal Sects Grand Tournament finally began!

At that moment, the whole of Mount Shushan was immersed in a fervent and intense atmosphere.

It was, without a doubt, the liveliest period in Mount Shushan’s entire history.

From alleys and street corners to mountain paths in the martial world, you could hear people everywhere discussing and anticipating this grand event.

As the tournament date drew closer, factions from all directions surged toward Mount Shushan like a tidal wave.

Some were from prestigious righteous sects, some were lone cultivators of the martial world, and others hailed from mysterious hidden clans.

Each of them came with their own goals and hopes—some seeking to display their sect’s strength and win supreme glory.

Some hoped to make connections and expand their networks.

Others were simply drawn by the grand spectacle, coming just to feast their eyes.

For a time, Mount Shushan was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder—it was utterly bustling.

“You’ve never been to Mount Shushan before, so do you even know how long and steep the steps are? Get going!”

A disciple from Menial Peak was shooing away two itinerant cultivators.

“There’s no place for you here.”

“You!”

The pushed-around young man clenched his teeth.

He balled his fists tightly and shouted angrily, “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years....”

“Young man, don’t say stuff like that. You just want to visit Mount Shushan, right? Just head straight that way. But there’s a lot of people in Shushan lately—we might not be the best hosts, so hope you understand.”

A warm hand grasped the youth’s hand.

The Menial Peak disciple froze, “Xuan... Senior Brother Xuanxiao!”

Li Xuanxiao turned around. He didn’t scold the disciple but instead reasoned with compassion and logic.

“Come, come, shake hands. We’re still friends. When traveling, more friends means more paths.”

Just after sending off the two youths, Li Xuanxiao hurried toward another place.

“.......”

“Momo, I won’t let you down. I, Jin Muchen, swear to the Heavenly Dao right here.

Only when mountains crumble, the heavens collapse, Mount Shushan falls, and Central State is destroyed, will I dare sever ties with you!!”

Smack~

You’re so selfish!!

Flying kick from Xuanxiao.

Li Xuanxiao glared at him, cheeks puffed with anger.

Just then, a voice called out.

“Junior Brother Xuanxiao, long time no see....”

Li Xuanxiao slowly turned his head.

“..........”