A Family of Hopeless Romantics, Except for the Evil Little Junior Brother-Chapter 151: Ghost-Hand Divine Doctor

"Courting death!!"

Facing the elder’s strike, Liu Qiushui let out a cold snort.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure locked onto the elder.

The elder immediately realized something was wrong.

The opponent’s cultivation far surpassed his—Body Fusion Stage!?

He never expected there’d be such a powerful figure beside her.

The elder forcefully stopped his forward momentum and turned to flee.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

Liu Qiushui didn’t move at all. She simply swung her right hand fiercely, and a terrifying palm force roared out instantly.

In a split second, the air seemed to rip apart, producing a series of deafening explosions. The entire space trembled.

Wherever that horrifying palm force swept through, fierce gales and shockwaves surged. Trees and rocks around were shattered and blown apart by the impact.

Against a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator, Liu Qiushui didn’t need to use any technique, divine power, or magical artifact.

Just one palm infused with magical power was enough. frёeωebɳovel.com

Facing such a terrifying attack, the elder’s face changed dramatically. Black lines even appeared on his forehead.

There was no way out now. He could only grit his teeth and fight.

The elder’s hands moved rapidly, spell seals shooting out from his fingertips and injecting into the two radiant magical artifacts in his hands.

In a blink, one of the artifacts burst into brilliance, transforming into a majestic landscape scene that spread out in front of him, trying to block Liu Qiushui’s earth-shattering palm strike.

However, Liu Qiushui’s palm force was simply too overpowering—like Mount Tai crushing an egg.

The moment they collided, a thunderous "BOOM" echoed.

The artifact-transformed landscape crumbled instantly, shattering into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

The elder was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, thrown dozens of meters away, spitting blood as he crashed hard onto the ground.

“Master!”

The young female cultivator cried out in shock.

She had never seen her master in such a sorry state—defeated in a single move.

What realm... was that person at!?

"Run!"

The elder coughed up blood and shouted.

"Noisy."

Liu Qiushui hooked her hand, ready to eliminate the two of them.

She had recognized the robes they were wearing—disciples of the Heavenly Dao Alliance.

One of the Five Great Immortal Sects. Just their bad luck.

She’d actually been in a decent mood.

Having become utterly alone, she was feeling a bit melancholic.

The massive Asura Hall had been destroyed by her own hands.

But then, she unexpectedly met Li Xuanxiao.

It gave her a feeling that, in this vast world, she was no longer alone.

And yet the other side had taken the initiative to come at her.

Then die!!

But just at that moment, she suddenly pulled back.

She turned her head and saw that Li Xuanxiao, who had been following behind, had turned into a streak of light and darted off.

Liu Qiushui gave the red string a tug. “Don’t run.”

The red string stretched.

Li Xuanxiao was yanked back, now holding a watermelon he’d picked up from who-knows-where.

He took a big bite out of the watermelon rind.

Playing dumb—she was dead serious.

Liu Qiushui turned around again.

The master and disciple from the Heavenly Dao Alliance had already fled.

Whatever.

Liu Qiushui didn’t bother to chase them down.

If she really wanted to, there was no way they could have escaped.

She reached out and instantly refined the watermelon in Li Xuanxiao’s hand into juice.

“Drink.”

Li Xuanxiao swallowed hard.

“........”

“Master, are you okay!?”

The young female cultivator looked worriedly at her severely injured master.

The elder slightly shook his head. “Not dead! That palm strike was insane.”

“Master, who was that? How could she be so strong?”

The elder paused in thought: “I didn’t get a good look. Dressed in red, face like a hibiscus flower, brows like willow leaves, eyes more enchanting than peach blossoms.

Legs longer than my life, skin like snow.

A tilted bun with a jade phoenix hairpin. Delicate as a flower, fingers like scallion stalks, lips like cinnabar, a stray wisp of hair brushing her cheek added a teasing charm.

Waist couldn’t be grasped with one hand—such flawless beauty... she must be the legendary Red-Robed Demoness Liu Qiushui!!”

The young female cultivator frowned and looked at her master.

“Master, you sure didn’t look very carefully.”

“Hiss!”

The elder sucked in a breath of cold air, clearly still badly shaken from Liu Qiushui’s palm strike.

“Asura Hall was destroyed. Liu Qiushui appeared here—we have to report back immediately!”

“I’ll send word to the sect right now!”

“Useless,” the elder said bluntly. “Just contact Mount Shushan directly. Our sect only has two Tribulation Stage cultivators. No way we’re taking down Liu Qiushui.”

“.........”

One month later.

Yongan Town.

A remote little town.

Yongan Town.

The Ghost-Hand Divine Doctor, Zhang Wenxuan, famed across the martial world, was now living in seclusion here.

Zhang Wenxuan carried tofu in his hand, smiling as he walked.

Home—he could cook up some tofu to eat.

Just then, a figure blocked his path.

Zhang Wenxuan looked up, squinted slightly, and opened his mouth wide.

The tofu in his hand dropped, smashing to pieces on the ground.

Zhang Wenxuan looked down at the broken tofu.

Great. Guess it’s soybean milk tonight.

Once renowned, the Ghost-Hand Divine Doctor now ran a humble little clinic in this town.

At this moment, Zhang Wenxuan closed the clinic.

Looking at the sudden arrival—Liu Qiushui, and a young man.

“Fix him,” Liu Qiushui said bluntly.

Zhang Wenxuan glanced at the young man’s blank expression.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Someone forcibly searched his soul—probably injured his brain.”

Zhang Wenxuan frowned slightly.

He’d known Liu Qiushui for years, but this was the first time she’d brought someone to him.

“He’s... one of your Asura Hall disciples?”

“No. He’s from Mount Shushan.”

“Mount Shushan!?”

At those words, Zhang Wenxuan’s face changed and he jumped up.

He’d been hunted by Mount Shushan and forced into hiding.

If not for Liu Qiushui’s protection, he wouldn’t have survived this long.

“Relax. He... he’s with me,” Liu Qiushui said.

Zhang Wenxuan swallowed hard, then hesitantly sat down.

Liu Qiushui continued, “He was forcibly soul-searched. I was afraid probing myself might worsen it. Check him your way.”

Zhang Wenxuan nodded.

At that moment, Li Xuanxiao was cross-eyed: (◑▽◐)

Who is this guy?

Liu Qiushui had never once said the man’s name.

But for someone Liu Qiushui brought to be treated, he must be someone serious.

If this guy examined him, wouldn’t he blow his cover?

Before Li Xuanxiao could come up with a plan, Zhang Wenxuan had already stuck a silver needle into the back of his head.

“Don’t worry. This silver needle won’t harm the soul. If there’s damage, I’ll detect it right away!”

Li Xuanxiao’s mouth twitched: Oh crap!!

“..........”