Li Wuyou never imagined that his celestial-like mother, Li Canghai, would toss him into the Tomb of the Living Dead as soon as his scumbag father died.
“Wuyou, Mother’s going to Lin’an to kill a few people. Be good and practice your martial arts here. When I get back, I’ll take you out for roast lamb.”
Looking at Granny Sun, whose face was as cold as frost, and his senior sister Li Mochou, a beautiful young woman at the height of her youth who practically radiated beauty but had “stay away from me” written all over her face, Li Wuyou was completely bewildered.
This isn’t how the story’s supposed to go! What happened to the Crimson Serpent Fairy? Why is she still just a young girl who blushes when she gets caught sneaking a pastry?
And that little Long Nü, who’s only eight and spends all day sucking her fingers while calling me “big brother”: isn’t the possessiveness in your eyes a little excessive?
In this chaotic age of five warring nations, Li Wuyou has the Everlasting Spring Art in his left hand and the Carefree Wind-Riding Art in his right. He planned to roam the world with his sword, never expecting a battleground of jealous women waiting behind him.
“Long’er, be good and put the sword down first... Senior Sister Mochou, that Lu Zhanyuan really is a scumbag. Believe me! Damn it, why does this story keep going further off course?”
Not bad, I found a good picture