ACER-Chapter 18: So He Won’t Die Too Miserably Later

Over the span of two years, Di Yange had grown a little taller. Dressed in a simple, elegant cyan robe, her ink-black hair was fully tied up with a jade crown, already carrying the bearing of a young man.

Though her delicate features had yet to fully mature, they were already enough to amaze people.

Even the members of Jianxin Sect, who were used to seeing beauties, couldn’t help but glance at her a few more times.

Although her cultivation hadn’t improved at all in these two years, she was only ten years old, her future achievements were still limitless.

Especially Wuchen Zhenren, who looked at her with deep jealousy, his eyes filled with deep calculation.

Yet when he approached her, his face was full of flattery.

“Disciple, are you alright? What happened this time? And Jue’er, is he alright?”

Over these two years, Wuchen Zhenren had indeed been quite troubled.

The library had been rebuilt who knows how many times.

After all, Di Yange would blow it up from time to time, claiming that was “refining pills”.

After tossing Xiao Jue to Wuchen Zhenren, Di Yange’s refined little face was full of grievance.

“I just had a new idea earlier. I wanted to transform a fireball into a natural alchemy furnace. That way, I could skip using a furnace, save money, control the heat anytime, and most importantly, cook while refining pills and even use it for warmth. It’s killing multiple birds with one stone…”

“…But right after I created the fireball furnace, I don’t know who sneak-attacked it…”

“…And it even affected Xiao Jue. He probably came to the library to find books and got caught in the explosion. He’s too weak, he actually fainted from just one blast of the fireball.”

Xiao Jue, who had just regained consciousness, heard her words and, already short of breath from the explosion, was so angered that he fainted again.

It was clear that their demon emperor had been suppressing the Demon Venerable since childhood, controlling him perfectly, she was definitely doing it on purpose.

At that moment, Di Yange took out a large gourd and handed it to Wuchen Zhenren, “These are waste pills.”

If not for Wuchen Zhenren saying that all waste pills had to be collected and disposed of by the sect, she would’ve thrown them away long ago.

It’s truly too difficult for her, out of dozens of batches, only one succeeded, and even that one looked poor in quality. As for the rest, they were completely ruined, charred black and foul-smelling.

Just as Wuchen Zhenren was about to take it excitedly, an old man beside him snatched the gourd away, “That’s enough. I’ll handle these waste pills.”

Although these pills looked terrible and tasted disgusting, their effects were astonishing, comparable to perfect-grade pills.

Perfect-grade pills were supposed to have flawless jade-like appearances with silver patterns and produced no pill toxicity no matter how many were consumed, unlike other grades of pills that accumulated toxicity over time, requiring long periods to purge.

That’s why perfect-grade pills were priceless.

And yet, somehow, the waste pills Di Yange made were equivalent to perfect-grade pills, it’s utterly absurd.

Because of this, the Sect Master of Jianxin Sect had personally appeared here.

The elderly man in cyan robes embroidered with lotus patterns, with a small sword ornament hanging at his waist, had white hair from nearing the end of his lifespan, yet still carried an immortal bearing.

He was Yuanyu Zhenren, the Sect Master of Jianxin Sect, and the only Golden Core cultivator in the sect.

“Young one, you are quite impressive. I am the Sect Master of Jianxin Sect.”

“Sect Master, hello. Thank you for always supporting my pill refining.”

Although the Sect Master had his own motives in keeping her, he’s still the least scheming person in Jianxin Sect. Everything he did was for the sect, unlike Wuchen Zhenren, who acted out of selfishness.

Moreover, this old man was genuinely kind, despite her wasting batch after batch of spiritual herbs, he still continued to supply her generously.

So before heading to the secret realm, and before she courted death, she planned to bring him back some spiritual herbs.

The Sect Master stroked his beard in satisfaction, “Very good, very good. You are teachable. I am quite pleased. In a few days, I will have to trouble you regarding the secret realm.”

Di Yange patted her chest, “No trouble. For the sect, I would go through fire and water, even death would not be regrettable.”

The Sect Master nodded, pleased with her sincere expression.

Although her cultivation hadn’t improved, her sense of belonging to the sect had clearly deepened, those dozens of library reconstructions hadn’t been in vain.

He then removed the small sword hanging at his waist.

The blade was pure silver, engraved with dragon patterns, it’s clearly a fine piece of art.

“This is something I obtained by chance. It suits someone at peak Foundation Establishment. I’ll give it to you.”

“Sect Master, this is the spiritual sword you’ve worn for fifty years!” others exclaimed in shock. But he waved his hand and extended the sword to her.

Di Yange didn’t really want it.

As someone devoted to courting death, what use did she have for such things?

But it wasn’t bad as a decoration.

And the old man also had it rough, single-handedly supporting Jianxin Sect while dealing with unreliable subordinates.

So she accepted the small sword. Just as she was about to leave to prepare for departure, she suddenly turned back.

She walked up to Wuchen Zhenren and handed him three small bottles.

“Give these to Luo Ziyin. He might not need them now, but he definitely will in the future.”

After all, she was about to go home, she couldn’t just throw away the pills she had worked so hard to refine.

Luo Ziyin hadn’t started cultivating yet, but he eventually would.

It’s better to prepare in advance so he wouldn’t die too miserably later.

As for anything else, she couldn’t do more.

There are no feasts that last forever, she couldn’t take care of him for life, he would have to rely on himself for the rest of the way.

After she left, Wuchen Zhenren opened one of the bottles, inside were perfectly formed Spirit Gathering Pills.

For mortals, this thing extended lifespan and strengthened the body. For cultivators, they accelerated cultivation.

Although Jianxin Sect had decent infrastructure, resources like these were extremely scarce. Everyone present grew greedy but with the Sect Master there, no one dared to act.

“This child, he didn’t even use a single one for himself, did he?”

The Sect Master sighed.

From the pills she produced, along with the herbs the sect provided, it was clear that she hadn’t used any of them for herself in these two years.

Yet she gave all three bottles she had refined with great difficulty to Luo Ziyin.

What kind of bond was this? They weren’t even related by blood, yet her devotion was deeply moving.

Outside the light screen, the onlookers glanced at Luo Ziyin, whose eyes were filled with tears, and once again felt an intense dissatisfaction toward him.