ACER-Chapter 13: The Demon Venerable Is Too Miserable

Di Yange had no idea how many swords she had already pulled out, her body was covered in wounds.

It could be said that she was even more miserable than being cut by a thousand blades from before.

With a pfft, she spat out another mouthful of blood.

As sword after sword was pulled out, the pressure in the entire space grew stronger. In the end, she could only crawl with great difficulty, yet it still couldn’t stop her determination to seek death.

Someone seemed to notice something.

“I understand now. Every time a sword is pulled out here, the Sword Tomb’s suppression grows stronger, and Di Yange also suffers more. Yet he is still pulling out swords. As expected of Di Yange, his will has been this strong since childhood. Unfortunately, he later became a demon.”

The number of swords in the Sword Tomb decreased one by one, while Di Yange’s crawling grew slower and slower.

It seemed like she had crawled across every inch of the place, staining the entire ground red.

At the time, Di Yange really felt death approaching. If she pulled out one more sword, she would definitely die.

Even the immortals watching felt their hearts tighten at her miserable condition.

Although Di Yange was indeed a human scum and villain, at least back then, she was only a child who sincerely wanted to save her younger brother.

Di Yange crawled for a long time within the Sword Tomb, dyeing it crimson, yet she still hadn’t died, and finally, she felt her way to the last sword.

This was truly the last one.

She was already too exhausted to stand.

So she could only grab the blade with her hand.

With a pfft, her tender palm was directly sliced into two.

“Hiss!”

Everyone inhaled a breath of cold air sharply.

Yet it seemed like Di Yange didn’t feel it at all, continuing to grab the blade with her other hand.

If one hand didn’t work, she would used her body to crash into it, covered in wounds, but never yielding.

Everyone’s scalps tingled.

As expected of Di Yange, there was a reason she could become the Emperor of the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms.

If it was any one of them, they would’ve long given up.

“Ah!”

The crowd cried out in alarm.

Because they saw Di Yange actually use her head to smash into the sword. In the end, the sword fell and she collapsed beside it.

Just as everyone was marveling, the sword she had knocked down suddenly vibrated and flew up, hovering above her head.

At the same time, all the swords in the Sword Tomb began trembling, as if responding to some command. Soon, they all rose into the air.

All of the swords circled in the sky, following that one sword, forming a massive phantom.

People of the lower realm might not recognize this phantom, but those from the Upper Realm knew it well, this was the phantom of Golden Que Great Emperor.

“After tens of thousands of years, I have finally found a successor.”

“Hiss!!!”

The crowd exploded once again.

Wasn’t this Di Yange blessed by dogshit luck?

In such a short period of time, she encountered two inheritances.

Comparison between people really was infuriating.

Back when they were in the lower realm, which one of them didn’t cultivate diligently on their own.

And now, compared to Di Yange.

It could be said that as long as she had behaved herself, these two inheritances alone would’ve allowed her to rise smoothly.

“Something’s not right. The demon emperor doesn’t practice medicine, nor does he use a sword. Where did his inheritances go? I know about the medical inheritance, the current sole disciple of Xuan Medical Immortal Sect is the future Heavenly Empress…”

“Shh, do you want to die? You dare say that?”

Actually, there had long been rumors in the Divine Realm about unclear relations between Di Yange and her sister-in-law Shui Yan’er.

Ever since Di Yange obtained the Xuan Medical Immortal Sect inheritance, everyone knew there must be dog-blood drama behind it.

But Shui Yan’er was the future Heavenly Empress, who dared speak about her openly?

Realizing the slip of the tongue, everyone quickly shut up and continued watching.

……

The phantom waved its hand, and all the circling swords halted.

Then all swords shot toward the foremost sword. Soon, they all disappeared, leaving behind a single golden sword.

This sword was like a war god from ancient times, solemn, majestic, and overwhelmingly powerful.

Then the sword split into two, one real, one illusory. The illusory half rushed toward Di Yange and entered her forehead.

In an instant, the densely packed wounds on Di Yange’s body all disappeared.

When Di Yange woke up in confusion, she found that all her injuries had healed, and she felt more energized than before, as if she had endless strength.

Then she noticed the towering phantom and the golden sword before her.

“What… what the fuck is this?”

The phantom said, “Boy, from now on, you are my successor. Kneel.”

Looking at the imposing phantom, Di Yange immediately responded in her usual reckless manner, “Kneel? I only kneel to my parents and elders. Who are you to make me kneel?”

“You…”

Not only was the phantom angered, even the immortals watching broke out into cold sweat.

That was an ancient Great Emperor, far beyond any current Great Emperor.

Such a being could defeat ten Qingyang Great Emperors.

But soon, the phantom laughed loudly.

“As expected of my successor, what a spirit. But you have already accepted my sword heart. Whether you want it or not, you must accept it.”

“What? I don’t want it.”

A sword heart, just the name alone sounded like something troublesome.

One inheritance was already annoying enough, she definitely didn’t want another.

At this moment, Xiao Jue stumbled over from somewhere and knelt before the phantom, “Senior Immortal, I am willing to accept your inheritance and become your disciple.”

“You’re not qualified.”

Xiao Jue lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly his palms bled. His heart was filled with unwillingness.

This inheritance should’ve been his.

But it was taken by a child, how could he accept it?

“Why? Why am I not qualified? If I hadn’t fainted earlier, I could’ve done everything he did.”

“Yea, old man, since he wants it so much, just give it to him.”

Di Yange’s clothes had been shredded by sword qi, so she could only cross her arms to hold the rags in place, looking utterly carefree.

In contrast, Xiao Jue knelt devoutly.

The difference between them was too stark.

But the phantom remained very firm, “What do you take me for? You have already accepted my sword heart. Even if you reject my sword, you are already my successor.”

As he spoke, the golden sword flew into Di Yange’s hand.

“You understand well, the man is the sword, and the sword is the man. If you don’t want the physical sword, discard it.”

At the same time, outside the Sword Tomb, thunder rumbled.

Dark clouds filled with purple lightning rushed toward the Sword Tomb.

Wuchen Zhenren quickly retreated from the Sword Tomb’s surroundings, staring in horror in the direction of the Sword Tomb, “What is happening? Someone is undergoing tribulation inside the Sword Tomb? This lightning is too terrifying.”

The crowd from Jianxin Sect also looked at the Sword Tomb with fear.

Inside, the phantom seemed to sense something.

“You… you actually have… As expected of my chosen successor. This master will help you.”

The phantom soared upward.

Soon……

Rumble. The entire Sword Tomb shook violently, on the verge of collapse.

Di Yange looked at the sword in her hand and clicked her tongue, casually tossing it to the ground.

Clang. Xiao Jue’s heart ached at the sound.

The thing he longed for was actually treated like trash by that brat.

Just as he moved to pick the trash up, Di Yange suddenly picked the sword up again.

“Almost forgot, I came to the Sword Tomb to get a sword. Might as well get some use out of it.”

Holding the sword, she leisurely walked outward. Of course, if the falling rocks crushed her flat, that would be even better.

“Kid, can you give me that sword?”

“Who are you calling a kid? Don’t even think about it. This sword is my younger brother’s chance to enter the sect. Just give up on that idea.”

Clearly, Di Yange planned to exchange the sword for Luo Ziyin’s entry opportunity. The onlookers clenched their teeth in anger, Di Yange actually dared to treat such a divine sword like this.

The sword in her hand trembled slightly, as if protesting against Di Yange’s words. Its golden light vanished, turning into an ordinary-looking sword.

Seeing its spirituality, Xiao Jue became even more unwilling and rushed to snatch it.

Di Yange sneered, pushed him down, and pointed the sword at him, arrogantly reckless, “Kid, you’re still too green. Come find me again when you’re stronger.”

Xiao Jue glared at her with hatred.

Then, perhaps because his luck was too bad, a collapsing rock fell directly onto his head, knocking him unconscious and leaving a bowl-sized wound, with blood gushing out.

Both Di Yange and the onlookers were stunned.

Was this really the Demon Venerable who had almost no equal except Di Yange?

This was far too weak and miserable, even a mundane rock could knock him out.