A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 147: The Heaven-Deceiving Talisman is Complete

Inside the Daxia Imperial Palace.

The old emperor’s physical body shimmered like translucent glass. A crack split open at the Baihui acupoint atop his head, and a wisp of violet energy surged skyward.

Thundercloud Island, East Sea.

The old emperor’s Nascent Soul emerged from his body and swiftly passed through the lightning-filled sky above.

As he navigated this natural thunderstorm zone, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable—the chaotic lightning made even his Nascent Soul uneasy.

He finally landed in a certain area.

There, a young man sat cross-legged, clearly waiting for him.

The old emperor scowled. “Happy Elder, of all places for a meeting, you had to pick this dump?”

“Happy Elder”? No.

The Happy Young Man spoke: “I’m just a third of that old guy’s soul. We share thoughts, yes, but I’m not him. This is the only way we can fool the Heavenly Will. If I step into Central State directly, Mount Shushan will know immediately. This thunderstorm? The perfect cover. We have to be cautious.”

The old emperor gave a reluctant nod, stopping his complaints and cutting straight to the point.

“So, why did you call me here?”

Happy Young Man said calmly, “I’m preparing to enter Central State. Things are moving too fast—I have no choice.”

“With that clone of yours?” The old emperor gave him a once-over.

“This is me. Just… another version.”

Happy Young Man clearly didn’t appreciate the emperor’s scrutinizing look.

“With that clone, you think you can stir up the world?”

Happy Young Man chuckled. “Scheming for the entire world by myself? That’s exactly the kind of game I love.”

“And what do you want from me?” The old emperor’s eyes narrowed.

“I need a new identity. I’ll start with Daxia. And I’ll need someone to back me up.”

“Why should I help you?”

“Have you forgotten? We’re co-conspirators,” Happy Young Man replied. “By the way, what’s going on with Liu Qiushui? Haven’t heard anything about her lately. She’s one of our key allies.”

The old emperor shook his head. He didn’t know either.

“Beats me. After the Asura Hall was wiped out, Liu Qiushui completely vanished. Even I can’t reach her.”

Happy Young Man mused, “Shushan destroyed Asura Hall. Liu Qiushui must hate them to death! With her grudge-holding nature, I can definitely put her to use.”

The emperor nodded in agreement. Chances were, Liu Qiushui was already plotting her revenge against Mount Shushan in the shadows.

“I’ll help you,” the emperor said. “But you’ve got to help me too.”

Happy Young Man frowned. “Still looking for that person you mentioned before?”

The emperor nodded again.

Happy Young Man’s tone turned grim. “It’s not that I won’t help, but that person—just like you—has a strange origin, with an even more unusual Thread of Fate. If I try to divine his whereabouts… I don’t even know how much of my lifespan I’ll lose.”

The old emperor remained silent but firm.

This might be the one time the other guy actually needed something from him—he wasn’t going to waste it.

Happy Young Man sighed. “I’ll have to talk to the old man about this.”

Outside Central State.

At that moment, the Happy Elder looked grim as he took out an ancient turtle shell and three copper coins, ready to perform a divination.

Not long ago, he had burned through ten thousand years of his lifespan trying to divine the truth behind that mysterious Dao Embryo—only to get nothing in return.

He knew nothing of the true origins of the Emperor of Daxia—only that he was definitely not from this world, and carried with him secrets that could shake the heavens.

And now, the person he was trying to divine… had a similar origin to the emperor.

As the elder began casting the divination, the turtle shell and coins started to glow.

An invisible force emerged from the void, flooding toward him.

Soon, he felt his own life force rushing out like a collapsed dam, draining him at an alarming rate.

His previously rosy face turned pale, sweat pouring down like rain.

Even the lotus seat beneath him—carved from ten-thousand-year-old spiritual stone—dimmed in an instant.

Its petals withered, its roots dried up—as if thousands of years had passed in a blink.

And what did all that sacrifice get him?

A swirling… mist!?

“Puh!!”

The elder coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Crap!”

The connection was broken.

Meanwhile, in Central State, the Happy Young Man also felt a violent disturbance in his energy.

The spiritual link between the two of them shattered instantly.

His face changed dramatically.

“Old man! Old man!”

He yelled, but the voice in his mind never returned.

“Sh*t!!”

He shot a sharp glare at the confused old emperor. “Happy now?!”

The emperor felt like he’d been blamed for something he didn’t even do.

But before he could argue, both he and the Happy Young Man suddenly looked up.

A crimson figure appeared in the sky.

“Finally! It’s Liu Qiushui!” Happy Young Man was thrilled. “Did you tell her we were here?”

The emperor frowned slightly.

Something about her aura felt… off.

And the next second, he understood what “off” really meant.

Liu Qiushui launched an attack without hesitation.

“D**n emperor—DIE!!”

“Liu Qiushui, are you insane?!” the emperor yelled in shock.

Why was she suddenly attacking him? Was she blaming him for not saving her that day?

“Cut the crap! Today, one of us dies!”

The emperor wasn’t in his real body—his Nascent Soul fled instantly.

Liu Qiushui moved like lightning, surging with unstoppable momentum.

Each step she took made space itself tremble—like the world was on the brink of collapse.

As a Tribulation Stage powerhouse, her battle aura alone could shake the land for a thousand miles.

Happy Young Man’s face drained of color.

Sweat poured down his face.

This is bad. So bad.

If this fight dragged him in, he was toast.

“Liu Qiushui, stop!!” he screamed, voice cracking with fear.

But Liu Qiushui just raised an eyebrow and said coldly:

“This your son? Hmph. None of you are getting out alive today. All of you—DIE!”

Before her words even faded, an overwhelming pressure exploded from her body, sweeping out like a raging ocean.

Happy Young Man: (⊙o⊙)…

“I… I’m Happy…”

“Happy? You still got the nerve to say you’re happy?!”

Liu Qiushui grew even more furious. “You dare MOCK me!?”

To her, that was like asking, “You hungry or what?”

“BOOM—!!”

Happy Young Man barely managed to throw up a defense before he was sent flying, tumbling out of the sky.

Meanwhile…

Li Xuanxiao’s resolute eyes burned with fierce determination.

As he poured every ounce of strength into it, the character “蔽” (Conceal) lit up with blinding light on the talisman.

The roaring thunder and howling wind vanished in an instant.

The world fell into a deathly silence.

The talisman floated down like a delicate butterfly, gliding through the air.

Wherever it passed, raindrops froze mid-air like they were under a stasis spell.

Lightning froze into silver ribbons, unmoving.

Even time itself seemed to yield, carefully avoiding the talisman’s path.

Heavenly timing (weakened Heavenly Dao), geographical advantage (isolating karma), and human unity—when all three are met… frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The Heaven-Deceiving Talisman is complete!!

With this talisman in hand, no one could spy on or manipulate him anymore.

Li Xuanxiao allowed himself a tiny moment of joy.

This time, it was genuine.

He exhaled, popped a spirit pill, and felt some energy return.

Then he set up his cauldron on the ground.

He began recovering his tools—what he could take, he did. What he couldn’t, he tossed into the cauldron and burned with true fire.

No evidence. No tracking.

Everything went smoothly. Li Xuanxiao sat before the cauldron.

Rubbing his temples, he looked a bit worn out.

Plop~

Something suddenly fell into the cauldron.

And at that very moment, true fire was burning furiously within it.

Li Xuanxiao blinked.

Hm? Did something just fall in?

“…………”