In the Nine Layers of Hell, Gu Zhaoxi single-mindedly sought death—quite negative.
Jun Changxiao really couldn’t bear to watch anymore. To help him rebuild his will to live, he specially sent him to the Heaven Origin Prison Suppression Tower.
This.
Was brotherhood!
Under Er Ya’s devoted care, Gu Zhaoxi no longer wanted to die, because… he began to fear death more than anything.
For this, Jun Changxiao felt he’d done an immeasurably meritorious deed.
I fucking thank you!
Later, Gu Zhaoxi sacrificed himself to save Dog Sheng. Though he ultimately reincarnated and was reborn, he also lost part of his memories, including the terror of being dominated by Er Ya back then.
No problem.
The best method for dealing with amnesia patients was to take them back to familiar places, or let them re-experience what they’d experienced before—they’d definitely slowly get better.
Remove the word “slowly,” because under the second round of soul torture, Gu Zhaoxi not only remembered the past, but also recalled Jun Changxiao!
That face, that voice—wasn’t it the Myriad Ancient Sect’s Sect Master standing at the mountain gate just now!
He!
Was the old brother he constantly held in his heart!
So in the future, if you see clichéd plots like falling into the sea, accidents, or amnesia, quickly send the male and female leads to the Myriad Ancient Sect. One treatment course with Er Ya would definitely whip away the illness!
Under soul assault and stimulation, the missing memories recovered. The annual melodrama of brotherly reunion was about to unfold. Readers, please prepare onions and tissues.
However!
Standing in the surveillance room, Jun Changxiao said coldly: “Calling me ‘old brother’ is useless. Torture him mercilessly!”
Dog Sheng believed this guy was begging for mercy.
Beaten my disciples, and think an apology makes it all better?
Torture!
Torture hard!
Under the beating, Gu Zhaoxi’s soul pain instantly shrouded his consciousness. He completely couldn’t organize words to speak his identity, only painfully and miserably howling.
First experience, worse than death.
Second experience, the painful feeling was actually even stronger than before.
Reason: Jun Changxiao’s cultivation kept improving, and Er Ya’s technique for disciplining prisoners became increasingly skilled.
For instance this time, after multiple improvements, it absolutely guaranteed patients would feel pleasure to the soul’s deepest depths!
“Ah ah ah!”
Screams echoed throughout the entire prison.
Zhao Doudou and Dai Lü sat on small stools leisurely drinking tea, saying: “Pitiful!”
…
Before entering, Gu Zhaoxi was extremely arrogant, fully displaying his fearless character. After one hour of torture, his past life’s psychological shadow of fearing death gradually expanded.
I!
Really want to live!
“Ah—”
After another round of soul-devastating torture, Gu Zhaoxi’s eyelids rolled back, his entire body convulsed and fainted.
“Master.”
Er Ya stopped and said: “This guy passed out.”
“When he wakes up, continue torturing.”
After being bullied in the Demon Mist Forest, Li Qingyang and Xiao Zuiji ended up expelled. This youth dared to beat disciples on his own turf—he definitely needed to bring him unforgettable pain!
Ah Niu was ruthless, Dog Sheng even more ruthless.
“Yes!”
Er Ya’s eyes flashed with excitement.
This new prisoner had good soul quality, similar to the tattooed man who was sent in wearing handcuffs and shackles back then. She could properly torture him next!
…
After Jun Changxiao left the surveillance room, he came to the Drizzle Hall and inquired: “During this time, has there been any news of Gu Zhaoxi?”
“No.”
Li Luoqiu said: “It’s like he disappeared.”
“Continue searching. As soon as there’s news, tell me immediately.”
“Yes!”
Li Luoqiu asked quite curiously: “Sect Master, why are you so concerned about this rebel named Gu Zhaoxi?”
“Because…”
Jun Changxiao looked out the window, his thoughts returning to over ten years ago outside the Starry Fortress. Tears of sadness gradually gathered in the corners of his eyes as he said in a solemn tone: “He is my sworn brother!”
The System complained: “No flashback scene? This isn’t scientific!”
“Ah ah!”
“Ah ah ah!”
In the prison, the just-awakened Gu Zhaoxi was tortured again, pig-like sounds penetrating the entire prison, making Pei Sili on the first floor tremble and howl in his heart: “Sect Master Jun, I was wrong! I’ll never dare scheme against you again!”
Because he’d experienced Er Ya’s education, he could deeply understand the other party’s pain. Every time he heard striking sounds, he felt like he was there.
What was this?
Right, psychological shadow!
…
In the following time, Gu Zhaoxi’s experience was nothing but a cycle of screaming, fainting, awakening, screaming.
This method of giving no respite naturally made it difficult for him to prove his identity. He could only endure repeatedly, repeatedly developing intense fear of death.
During this period, Jun Changxiao would occasionally come look, but spent more time on sect development and self-cultivation.
“Ding! Epic mission triggered!”
One month later, when Jun Changxiao emerged from the Space-Time Secret Realm again, a notification sound immediately rang in his ear. He grinned and said: “After unremitting effort, finally reached the Three-Revolution limit?”
“Bullshit!”
The System roared: “Most of it was still from Experience Talismans!”
Yes.
During this time, Dog Sheng cultivated quite diligently.
But truly reaching the Three-Revolution upper limit and triggering the mission still came from the earlier Experience Talismans’ foundation, so this item wasn’t yet eliminated or replaced.
“Swoosh!”
He pulled up the data panel and clicked on mission details.
Upper Realm version Epic Mission [Three].
Mission Details: Sect higher-ups and disciples must complete designated sect missions within three months.
Mission Conditions: High-Star missions 1/10 times, Mid-Star missions 22/100 times, Low-Star missions 1260/10000 times, Hall-specific missions 0/8 times.
Mission Failure: Not completed within the specified time.
Mission Reward: ???
After reading the introduction, Jun Changxiao fell into brief silence and said: “Doesn’t seem very difficult.”
“Not particularly difficult.”
The System said: “The key is, Li Qingyang and the others went out for training, the Demon Mist Monster King was suddenly unsealed, representing someone secretly deliberately targeting the Myriad Ancient Sect. At this time, having disciples do missions will probably encounter trouble.”
Jun Changxiao frowned, his gaze flashing with anger.
Since the Demon Mist Forest incident, he had already ordered that except for simple missions that didn’t require going too far, other missions were suspended, fearing disciples would be schemed against by those with ulterior motives.
“Damn it!”
Dog Sheng clenched his fists tightly and said: “Being targeted feels really unpleasant!”
Unpleasant but no choice, because the other party was hiding in the shadows. There was simply no way to drag them out, only remaining in absolute passivity.
“Sect Master!”
Just then, Zhao Doudou’s transmitted voice called in his ear: “Come to the Prison Tower quickly!”
…
First floor prison.
Gu Zhaoxi was suspended in mid-air. His tattered clothes showed whip marks, his entire face twisted and distorted beyond recognition—even his own mother couldn’t recognize him.
Thirty days of torture had made him completely inhuman, neither person nor ghost.
“Doudou.”
Er Ya stood beside him, one hand holding the Soul-Suppressing Whip, one hand supporting her chin, and said: “This guy’s back tattoo looks a bit familiar.”
Zhao Doudou observed carefully and said: “Indeed very familiar!”
Gu Zhaoxi still had consciousness, but the soul erosion left him completely without strength to speak. He could only roar in his heart: “Your memories are worse than mine!”
“Notify the Sect Master.”
“Okay.”
Before long, Jun Changxiao arrived at the surveillance room.
“Master, come quickly look. This guy’s body tattoo is a bit familiar.”
“Tattoo?”
Jun Changxiao immediately narrowed his eyes. He happened to see the eerie tattoo emerging from the broken area on Gu Zhaoxi’s back. His entire person froze in place, and he blurted out: “Old brother, it’s you!”
Appearance could change.
Tattoos wouldn’t change.
So this was the best proof of identity!
Hearing Jun Changxiao shout out the four words “old brother, it’s you,” Gu Zhaoxi couldn’t control his emotions. Bean-sized tears flowed down along his cheeks, and he howled in his heart: “Which bastard bought me these clothes—tortured for a whole month before they broke!”
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