Chapter 23 - Believe Me!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“The door isn’t locked. Come in.”

Mo Qingchen walked into his senior brother’s room with some suspicion in his heart. However, deep down, he felt like he was being too suspicious. After all, even if his senior brother, Shen Changge, swallowed the leek and quietly ascended to the Divine Bridge stage, how could he possibly have mastered the Sol Sword Sect’s sword art?

Therefore, madness must have gotten into him.

“Qingchen, have you completed your mission?” Shen Changge’s expression and tone of speech were solemn.

“Yeah, I’ve completed the mission. The resources have been handed over to the sect. It would probably last us for another week… you don’t to worry about…” Mo Qingchen said.

This wasn’t right!

Why am I f*cking reporting to him? He lazes around usually and doesn’t give a d*mn about what’s important. What is the use of me telling him about this? And what’s the matter with this guy’s condescending tone?

Mo Qingchen’s expression looked awful.

“Is Junior Sister alright?” Shen Changge pulled a basket filled with dirty white clothes out from beside his bed.

Mo Qingchen’s face looked terrible.

“Junior Sister has worked all day. I bet she’s tired…” Mo Qingchen said.

“But if she doesn’t wash my clothes, I’ll have no more clothes to wear,” Shen Changge replied.

“I can let you borrow mine.”

“I’m a man who walks straight, sits upright, and is always frank and forthright in my conduct. Since that’s the case, how can I wear other people’s clothes?” Shen Changge asked.

Mo Qingchen looked terrible. To put it bluntly, you think that my clothes won’t allow you to act like a saint because they are all black?

“Well, since Junior Sister is tired, why don’t you help me wash my clothes?”

Restraint.

I need to restrain myself!

As soon as Mo Qingchen arrived there, he felt his self-cultivation and tolerance plummeting drastically. The person in front of him was his senior brother. I cannot draw my sword; I mustn’t draw my sword!

Clang!

All of a sudden, Shen Changge came to Mo Qingchen’s back and drew his sword.

Mo Qingchen, “???”

“You’ve been taking your hand on and off your sword. I thought your sword had become rusty,” Shen Changge said.

Shen Changge held his hands behind his back and looked at Mo Qingchen.

It felt as if he was telling Mo Qingchen: You don’t like me? Come and chop me up, then!

I f*cking…

Does he have something that he’s very confident about? That ace in the dark mist… he took a deep breath as he constantly reminded himself in his heart about his purpose in coming to that place.

“Senior Brother… where were you just now?” Mo Qingchen asked. His eyes flickered as they stared fixedly at Shen Changge.

“Where have I been?” Shen Changge’s eyes were strange as he asked, “Where do you think I’ve been?”

“Were you in the sect just now? Or should I say, did you go into the dark mist?”

Mo Qingchen asked everything in one go. At the same time, he used the way of reading people that his master had taught him to read Shen Changge’s facial expression. In fact, sometimes, after a question was asked, that person’s answer was no longer important as the true answer would lie in that person’s expression.

A liar’s eyes would drift before they figured out something to say, and after they decided on the lie they would tell, their eyes would look back to who they spoke to. If one were to refute them calmly, the liar’s eyes would start drifting again.

Mo Qingchen sneered inwardly.

Didn’t expect that, did you, Senior Brother? I am no longer that naïve boy from the past.

He carefully looked at Shen Changge’s face.

However, the only thing he got from Shen Changge’s face was a touch of… chilling arrogance and steadfast disdain within his eyes. Shen Changge laughed imperiously.

“You’re right. I never thought that you would discover me,” he replied.

Mo Qingchen, “???”

Did he just f*cking admit to it?

“You went into the dark mist? What were you up to? Could it be that that ace from just now…?” Mo Qingchen began to speak.

“Ace? Aside from me, who else could it be? You?” Shen Changge looked down. Mo Qingchen remembered his master saying that this was a look of extreme mockery and disdain.

Mo Qingchen held down the discomfort in his heart.

“Was it really you? You were the one who killed the demon? That was your power?”

Shen Changge’s eyes were strange, but he admitted to all of it.

“You guessed it. I killed them all. Ace is my label. Slaughtering demons, clearing up the dark mist – I did both of those things. My strength is unfathomable. Your speculation is correct. I didn’t expect you to guess it before I was able to tell anyone. Sure enough, my magnificent image in your heart is something that time cannot erase,” Shen Changge said.

Had he admitted to all of it just like that?

Mo Qingchen glanced at Shen Changge. The man had slightly raised his jaw and had a cold and arrogant look in his eyes.

This isn’t right!

This guy must be acting tough!

I think he isn’t listening to me at all. The only thing he heard was ‘ace’ and ‘killing demons,’ and believing that it sounded really cool, he straightforwardly admitted to all of it. Am I right?

“Aren’t you here to ask me if I’m a peerless ace that keeps my own council? Alright then, your senior brother, will tell you. I am the strongest person in the sect; the most terrifying existence in this new era who is secretly advancing forward in the midst of darkness.” Shen Changge held his hands behind his back while his eyes looked off into the distance.

What the–!

As I expected, he’s on his usual routine!

He was too familiar with his senior brother.

When his senior brother put his hands behind his back and looked off into the distance, one needed to be careful, for he would be showing off the legendary fronting technique very soon.

“Do you think I’ll believe that?” Mo Qingchen asked.

He sneered and, with clear eyes that had seen through the changing course of life, he turned and slammed the door. Before he left, he did not forget to spit in front of the door.

Shen Changge stood blankly at the same spot.

Didn’t you come to verify your guess?

Didn’t you come to ask me if I was the one who saved you in the dark mist?

It’s me!

But why won’t you believe in me?

Believe me, would you?!

Shen Changge looked into the distance and sighed, “He’s a great child, just a little dumb.”

Mo Qingchen was walking along the walkway with an awful expression on his face. His eyes were fully alert as he said, “Senior Brother has already surpassed the great master. The method Master taught me is too weak…”

…

The next day in the morning.

Shen Changge commenced his check-ins.

“Check-in at Sword Lord statue, Success +1.”

“Acquired reward: Empyrean Sword Manual Cultivation Base *500 years.”

“Check-in at Training Ground, Success +1.”

“Acquired reward: Cultivation Base *500 years.”

“Check-in at Small Scripture Repository, Success +1.”

“Acquired reward: Styling Art: Ink Flow 2/7.”

Shen Changge walked through the check-in locations of the entire Empyrean Sword Sect in one breath.

It was another 500 years of Cultivation Base. This time, Shen Changge’s Cultivation Base did not go up, but he felt that he should be able to ascend to the peak of his cultivation stage, which was the peak of the Liberation stage.

What was worth mentioning was that his knowledge in the Empyrean Sword Manual’s Riding Sword Section seemingly deepened again.

Shen Changge raised his hand mildly. Ka-boom!

The sound of the sword erupted and thunder surged. It was extremely terrifying!

This time, his control over his Tempest Force had become even better!

Controlling phase!

He was about to reach the ultimate phase of the Riding Sword Section!

Shen Changge raised his hand slightly, and for a while, the Riding Sword chimed and all three swords began shaking.

“These three swords of mine are a little too low in level.”

Shen Changge sighed.

His eyes gazed into the distance.

“It is time I make a trip to the Sol Sword Sect…”

In a certain sect in the dark mist, the people there suddenly felt chills…