ACER-Chapter 15: Brother, I’m Sorry

Di Yange and Xiao Jue had just arrived at Jianxin Sect when they were taken into a secret chamber.

It was still because of the matter of the Sword Tomb, how could Jianxin Sect not want to know its secrets?

Di Yange had already gotten used to it,  the strong prey on the weak, and the weak have no room to resist.

She looked at the torture instruments filling the room.

As expected of a low-level sect, still using things from the mortal world. If it was a high-level sect, who would use such things?

But honestly, looking at these things, her heart felt uneasy.

After all, what normal person had ever seen such things?

She suddenly felt a bit repulsed by them.

It’s better to become strong, it was said that when strong people fought, every move carried world-destroying power, she would probably be closer to going home that way.

Thus, from this moment on, Di Yange decided to cultivate properly in the future.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a few sobbing sounds.

She looked up and saw Xiao Jue with tear-filled eyes.

“……”

Wasn’t he supposed to be the iron-blooded male protagonist who sheds blood but not tears?

He’s actually crying.

She suddenly wanted to laugh.

No, she had to hold it in.

Because she suppressed her laughter too hard, Di Yange couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

“Did you see that? The demon emperor actually trembled in fear, he’s actually afraid. Hahaha, that’s too funny.”

As soon as that person spoke, Luo Ziyin knocked him unconscious with a strike.

“Whoever dares laugh at my brother, I won’t let them off.”

“Luo Ziyin, he’s the demon emperor. Don’t forget that he killed your senior sister, didn’t you say your senior sister was the gentlest woman in the world? She treated you so well, don’t tell me you’re going to—”

“But senior sister never did these things for me.”

His senior sister, though gentle like water in his memory, compared to what Di Yange had done for him… he suddenly found out that there was no comparison at all.

“……”

“Luo Ziyin, even if Di Yange treated you well, don’t forget your duty in enforcing the law. Have you forgotten what he did later?”

“I…”

“And besides, it was you who proposed using the Heavenly Dao Mirror on him. There’s no turning back for you anymore.”

“Brother, I’m sorry.”

Luo Ziyin looked toward the noble and powerful figure seated on the divine throne.

Silently, he made a decision, half of her sins were his responsibility, and he would bear them together with her.

……

As soon as Wuchen Zhenren appeared, he grabbed Xiao Jue, who was still sobbing, and pulled out all five fingernails from one of his hands, even Di Yange felt her heart tremble.

There was a kind of pain that hurt just from watching.

Just looking made her hands feel sore.

She swallowed nervously but still didn’t forget to provoke him, “Old man, if you want to do something, come at me.”

“Heh, don’t worry, it’ll be your turn soon.” Wuchen Zhenren glanced at Di Yange, then looked at Xiao Jue. “Speak, boy. Tell me everything that happened after you entered the Sword Tomb.”

Xiao Jue was also a tough nut to crack. Even in pain, he said nothing, and those people were about to torture him further.

Di Yange couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

So she spoke bluntly, “I got some old man’s inheritance in the Sword Tomb. If you want it, dig it out from my forehead yourself. If I frown, I lose.”

Wuchen Zhenren frowned, “What inheritance?”

Di Yange rolled her eyes, “How would I know what inheritance it was? I don’t even know how to use it. Anyway, it’s just a bunch of swords flying around.”

After hearing this, Wuchen Zhenren left with a serious expression.

After he left, only the two of them remained.

Di Yange asked curiously, “Why didn’t you say anything just now?”

Xiao Jue sneered, “None of your business.”

After saying that, he turned his head and snorted.

“You’re not bad, kid. Let’s call it even between us. When you get stronger in the future, we’ll settle our accounts properly. Don’t forget to come find me.”

“Hmph.”

“I’ll take that as you agree.”

Not long after, Wuchen Zhenren returned.

He looked at Di Yange with a face full of smiles, clearly harboring ill intent.

“Disciple, you’ve suffered. Your master had no choice. It was all forced by Xianlai Sect, they relied on being the head of the Seven Great Sects to constantly oppress and enslave small sects like us. If I didn’t make a show just now, they would’ve taken you for soul-searching. You know what soul-searching is, right? After that, you would lose your mind and become useless. Your master also had no choice.”

Only children would believe such lies.

Di Yange sneered, “I think it’s because your cultivation isn’t high enough, so you can’t perform soul-searching yourselves.”

Don’t assume she didn’t know that the soul-searching technique required at least Nascent Soul Stage cultivation.

Wuchen Zhenren only smiled, “Disciple, I’ve taken good care of your younger brother. He has already recovered, but he lost his memory. I even had my daughter personally take care of him. You can rest assured.”

Di Yange continued provoking, “Old man, what exactly are you scheming? I think you’re being overly attentive for a reason, you’re either treacherous or plotting something.”

“Disciple really is knowledgeable, but your master really has his difficulties.”

Looking at Wuchen Zhenren, who clearly had bad intentions, Di Yange firmly decided to stay.

“Disciple, I’ll take you to see your younger brother. And this one, what’s your relationship with him?” Wuchen Zhenren looked at Xiao Jue, his eyes full of calculation.

“We…”

Before Di Yange could speak, Xiao Jue said, “I don’t know him.”

After hearing this, Wuchen Zhenren just smiled and gestured for Xiao Jue to follow.

Xiao Jue watched the two walking ahead, bit his lip, picked up the sword that everyone had ignored, and followed behind them.

The three arrived at Wuchen Zhenren’s residence, where Di Yange saw Luo Ziyin, who had lost his memory.

He looked at her with unfamiliar and confused eyes, somewhat afraid as he clutched a gentle-looking girl beside him.

The girl had delicate features, around fifteen or sixteen years old. Though not stunning, her smile seemed capable of healing hearts.

“Rou’er, these two will be your junior brothers from now on. Take them to their rooms.”

On the way to the rooms, the small Luo Ziyin didn’t spare Di Yange even a single extra glance.

Seeing this, the Luo Ziyin outside the light screen was so angry he nearly rushed in to beat up his past self.