Chapter 104: A Sister’s Little Lie

No, no, that kind of thing was definitely impossible. Chu Huaizhou still had that much confidence in himself.

He clutched his stomach and sat up in bed, trying to seize the conversation before she could keep calling him ‘small fry’.

“Hey, little sis, are you trying to stomp your big bro to death? What was that force for?”

Xu Mengdie had fully recovered by now and composed her expression. She extended a forefinger and traced circles in the air, then lifted her chin, once again sporting that iconic bratty little sister look.

“Small fry, small fry~ Big bro, you’re so physically tough, how come you can’t even do the most basic defense? Small fry big bro~”

She then assumed an exaggerated, epiphanic expression and continued with an infuriating grin.

“Eh, big bro, could it be that you’re not just a perverted small fry, but also a weakling small fry?~”

She raised her hand and lightly patted Chu Huaizhou’s shoulder, nodding as if to say, ‘Be honored that this young lady is doing this.’

“And besides, perverted weakling small fry big bro, admit it—you enjoyed being stepped on by your super gorgeous little sister, didn’t you?”

Chu Huaizhou slapped her hand away and said crossly, “Enj… enjoyed my ass! Play less galge and stop being so gloomy all the time. How many times do I have to tell you not to call me small fry? And I’m serious, my stomach really hurts from that stomp. Your dear big bro lost his memory—can’t you show a little concern?”

Xu Mengdie hadn’t seen Chu Huaizhou in many years. If she said she didn’t miss him, that would be a lie. After all, he was the closest person to her across two lifetimes. Granted, they were meeting now because he needed treatment for his injuries, not because he came specifically to see her. But that didn’t stop her from expressing her longing in her own unique, twisted way.

She flicked her ponytail into Chu Huaizhou’s face, looking utterly righteous.

“What’s wrong with calling you small fry? I’m your little sister—only a sister can call her big bro a small fry. It’s a sister’s privilege~”

She was about to continue her taunts when she suddenly froze.

“Eh? Big bro, what did you say? Memory loss?”

Chu Huaizhou nodded.

“That’s right. Didn’t Bai Li and the others tell you? After failing the tribulation, my cultivation and memories inexplicably dropped back to the peak of Golden Core. Each time I took an eighth-grade pill, my cultivation increased a little, and just today, it returned to the early Nascent Soul stage…”

“Eh?” Before he could finish, he suddenly realized something.

His cultivation seemed to have reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

When had that happened?

Since the previous increases in his cultivation had been unstable, he always checked the changes immediately after each pill’s effect ended. It was like knowing the game servers would be up after maintenance at five, yet still checking every few minutes an hour early, hoping for an early launch.

So he was very aware that when he fell from the Tribulation Transcendence stage, his cultivation had firmly settled at early Nascent Soul with no improvement whatsoever. He just hadn’t had time to ponder why it wasn’t growing before being interrupted by other matters.

At the same time, his memories remained unchanged—still at the late Golden Core stage, right before entering the Shenghua Secret Realm. That part was normal. He had taken three eighth-grade pills in total, and only the second time, when he robbed the Plague Emperor, did he recover some memories.

No!

Chu Huaizhou suddenly realized that his memories had also advanced to the mid-Nascent Soul stage! Up to the point when he returned from the Shenghua Secret Realm with his disciples!

On Xu Mengdie’s side, she snapped out of her brief shock.

No wonder that when she examined her big bro, she found his divine soul was on the verge of bursting from just a mere early-stage Great Vehicle remnant soul. During the examination, she noticed his cultivation was only at mid-Nascent Soul, showing none of the signs expected of a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.

Moreover, during their conversation, she had sensed a certain immaturity in his actions and words, as if he were inexperienced. She had thought he was trying a new way to undergo tribulation, sealing his own cultivation to pretend to be a natural talent.

She never expected he had actually lost his memory and cultivation! It was utterly absurd!

Who in the world could have the ability to do such a thing?

In an instant, she connected it with the recent reports from secret agents scattered across the land gathering rare treasures. Things like an unknown organization rising up somewhere, its origins untraceable. A whole town’s populace acting strangely, neither eating nor drinking, just sitting in a circle in an empty field. And finally tracking down the author of “The Anecdotes of Chu the Sword Immortal”—it turned out to be her big bro himself.

Ah, that last one didn’t count.

In any case, ever since the year of the game “Black Abyss” began, all sorts of unprecedented strange events had been occurring. She was a devoted player of that game, having even “strolled through” many of the main character Ye Feng’s secret realms.

She had initially thought she might be overreacting and planned to wait for more anomalies and solid evidence before discussing it with her big bro.

She never expected he would be the first to run into trouble. Had he discovered something?

Fortunately, her big bro seemed fine now. Earlier, she had performed a procedure like surgery, completely extracting Chu Huaizhou’s divine soul using a secret technique created by several past sect masters of the Dharma Immortal Sect—a terrifying technique.

Then she guided him into an external divine soul storage device of her own creation. This device could temporarily divert the divine soul, allowing it to hold far more power than its limit.

Originally, she had built this machine to identify hidden cultivation realms among sect spies from the demon sects. But just after its creation, before it could be widely deployed, her big bro had slaughtered the demon sects into hiding.

Nevertheless, the device still had many uses—as evidenced by its current application in treating her big bro.

Thanks to that, Xu Mengdie could see that her big bro’s divine soul was completely undamaged, perfect inside and out.

Of course, she couldn’t rule out someone using a more refined and advanced method, but that was nearly impossible. If there really were an enemy on that level, they wouldn’t need such means—they would just descend as a heavenly god and annihilate everyone.

So she concluded that her big bro had likely attempted something with the heavenly tribulation, but overdid it and struck himself stupid.

Xu Mengdie, being from the Ten Thousand Dharma Immortal Sect, was used to handling multiple tasks simultaneously. After quickly sorting out the situation, she suddenly realized something.

Eh, that meant her big bro had lost three hundred years of memory.

There was no one else around, not even anyone to tell him what had happened three hundred years ago.

The two of them were alone in a closed room, with the little fox and little green tea in the outer chamber unable to hear the commotion. Although she had told Huaizhou and his three disciples—and a fox—the layout of this pavilion and all the forbidden spell solutions, they probably wouldn’t barge in while she was treating her big bro.

If something came up, they would knock first and ask for permission to enter.

As for the Big Ice Cube, Leng Qingqiu, they were off somewhere, likely in their own sect.

The Little Ice Cube, Meng Yin, was still in seclusion; according to sect spies, she was breaking through from mid-stage Tribulation Transcendence to late stage. That girl’s talent was truly outrageous. Logically, wielding two extremely difficult to comprehend paths should slow her cultivation speed. Xu Mengdie had a system and was only at the peak of late-stage Great Vehicle, but that girl had nothing—she started cultivation the latest yet advanced the fastest.

Anyway, she was getting off track. At any rate, did this mean she could tell her big bro a little lie?

Having not experienced tension in a long time, her throat unconsciously rolled.

A crazy idea she had entertained many times but never dared voice due to various constraints now burst forth like a flood.

“Onii-chan, don’t blame your imouto. Blame yourself. It’s your fault for always being such a… small fry.”

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