A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 62: Scheming in Secret

The third round of assessment was about to begin.

The disciples who had passed the first two rounds headed to Tongtian Peak, filled with both nervousness and excitement.

Feng Liuli looked at the dazzling Tongtian Peak, wide-eyed like a bumpkin entering a grand palace.

She followed the crowd as they moved forward.

Accidentally, she bumped into the person in front of her.

“Sorry.”

The female disciple turned around, looked Feng Liuli up and down, and said with disdain:

“Hmph! What kind of country bumpkin are you? You think you belong in Mount Shushan?”

“You...”

“And what are you supposed to be?”

At that moment, a girl named Huang Peiying stepped forward to speak up for Feng Liuli.

The two had met when they first entered the sect.

Huang Peiying’s family elder was an Elder of Mount Shushan—she had connections, influence, and was among the top of her generation in cultivation.

The female disciple glanced at Huang Peiying guiltily and didn’t dare argue back.

Feng Liuli looked at Huang Peiying with gratitude. “Thank you, Sister Huang.”

Huang Peiying smiled and said, “Don’t be scared, I’ve got your back.”

This whole scene was witnessed by Li Xuanxiao.

He had looked into Huang Peiying before.

She wasn’t a high-risk person.

But her personality made her the perfect catalyst to turn a femme fatale black.

She was narrow-minded, vain, and willful.

Don’t be fooled by her standing up for Feng Liuli now.

She might seem close to Feng Liuli, but it was the condescending kind of “closeness” from someone in a higher position.

If one day, Huang Peiying realized Feng Liuli had surpassed her, she’d most likely turn that into hatred.

It’s like tutoring someone only to see them score higher than you on a test.

Or worse—both falling for the same guy!

This Huang Peiying might just be one of the sparks that causes Feng Liuli’s descent into darkness.

Li Xuanxiao analyzed, took notes, and ran simulations in his little notebook, trying to predict how things might play out.

Soon, the crowd walked forward along the bridge and came across the Water Qilin.

The Water Qilin shook its body and stood up.

Even ants on Mount Shushan had to dress up before going out—let alone the Water Qilin.

Its fur stood up straight like it was blown by a fierce wind, each strand shimmering with crystalline water light.

Thick jets of water gushed from its four hooves, intertwining and weaving together, forming a wide and sturdy road—like a bridge made entirely of flowing water, stretching into the distance.

The Water Qilin stood tall and proud on this road of water jets. Its presence was majestic and awe-inspiring, exuding authority without anger.

As a breeze passed by, the fur on its body gently fluttered, perfectly complementing the water bridge beneath its feet, forming a spectacular sight.

Everyone who saw the divine beast had shocked expressions on their faces.

They’d only heard of such a divine creature—none had seen one in person.

The Water Qilin suddenly stepped forward toward the crowd.

The disciples who hadn’t joined the sect yet instinctively took a few steps back.

A nearby Mount Shushan disciple reminded them, “Don’t worry, everyone. The Qilin has a gentle temperament. If it approaches you, it means you have a destined connection with immortality.”

Upon hearing this, those who were about to move aside stopped, hoping the Qilin would come to them.

The Qilin walked through the crowd.

Huang Peiying’s eyes lit up.

Was it... coming toward her?

Father said I was born with a blessed root. Even the Water Qilin favors me now.

Just as she was basking in her smugness, she saw the Water Qilin bypass her and instead walk toward Feng Liuli.

The Water Qilin stuck out its tongue and licked Feng Liuli, looking quite pleased.

Seeing this, even the Mount Shushan disciples nearby were surprised.

Since when did the Water Qilin act like this?

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Everyone turned to look.

Feng Liuli looked confused. She didn’t understand why, but there was a strange sense of familiarity when she looked at the Water Qilin.

Huang Peiying’s gaze turned venomous as she stared at Feng Liuli.

That friendliness from before? Gone in a flash!

Girl, that switch in your expression is way too quick.

Li Xuanxiao silently observed Feng Liuli and Huang Peiying from the crowd.

Looks like in her past life, Feng Liuli wasn’t some unforgivable Demon Lord. On the contrary, she might’ve been blessed by the fortune of the Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, the Water Qilin wouldn’t be this close to her.

If someone like her were killed—either directly or indirectly by him—he’d be in serious trouble.

He had to be careful. Extra careful.

This was just a small episode and quickly passed.

But it made Li Xuanxiao even more convinced his approach was the right one.

The third round was a duel.

Worried he might overlook something, Li Xuanxiao brought his Little Junior Sister Zhao Lu from Silver Sword Peak.

He had her track the low-risk participants.

As for himself, he focused on several high-risk ones.

Just as he expected—when Feng Liuli faced her first opponent...

Even though she wasn’t as strong, she still won the match.

Same with the second round. No one thought she’d win.

There weren’t even many people watching her match. She just quietly won.

The next few days played out in a similar pattern.

Feng Liuli started off shaky—made some clumsy moves—fell into a tough battle—struggled to the brink of defeat—and then gave a victory speech.

And just like that, she made it all the way into the final four, going up against Huang Peiying.

Huang Peiying looked like she wanted to eat her alive.

Feng Liuli happily went to share the news with Li Xuanxiao.

“Brother Xuanxiao, if I win first place, can I become Honored Lord’s disciple?”

She meant Lu Ziyin, of course.

Li Xuanxiao nodded. “In theory, yes. But don’t push yourself too hard. Just making it into the top four means you’re already eligible to become Senior Brother Lu’s disciple.”

Feng Liuli said, “No! If I’m going to do it, I want to be number one. I want Honored Lord as my Master.”

“Mm. Ambitious. Go for it.”

“Thank you, Brother Xuanxiao.”

“Hey, with our relationship, there’s no need for thanks.”

Lu Ziyin watched Feng Liuli from a distance, surprised she had made it into the top four.

Was this fate?

It was destined to happen.

From the day I met her, I’d already fallen into fate’s trap.

“..........”

That evening.

Lu Ziyin returned to his cave dwelling, feeling a bit conflicted and wanting to brew some calming tea.

But he suddenly realized—he was out of calming tea.

Finished it already?

Guess I’ll go to Menial Peak to buy some.

Just as Lu Ziyin was about to head to Menial Peak, he remembered a conversation he had with Li Xuanxiao a few days back.

There was calming tea in the back mountain of Silver Sword Peak.

So, Lu Ziyin went to the back mountain of Silver Sword Peak.

Even after all this time managing Silver Sword Peak, he’d never visited the back mountain.

Now that he saw it—truly breathtaking.

Especially this back mountain.

When he got to the tea grove in the back mountain...

Lu Ziyin casually picked some tea leaves and brewed them using water from the nearby river.

Just then, a bright red fruit on a tree caught his eye.

Lu Ziyin plucked it and took a bite.

“Mm, not bad.”

Using his magic power to boil the water, he slowly sipped his tea.

Lu Ziyin was about to return to his cave dwelling, but as he walked, he suddenly realized... he couldn’t find the way out.