An Encounter with the Tsundere Immortal Lady Chapter 37

Ever since I can remember, I’ve lived in the Wan Hen Sect. Perhaps because I was the Head Disciple of the Sect Master, everyone around me was exceptionally respectful. No matter what I wanted, they would find a way to get it for me. Doted on by everyone, I should have developed an arrogant and spoiled personality. But I don’t know why, even with my kind Master, I couldn’t open my heart to him. From a very young age, I could vaguely feel that there seemed to be a certain distance separating me from these people.
When I grew a little older and started cultivation, the talent I displayed shocked everyone. Wherever I went, disciples of the sect would cast curious gazes at me. Although I couldn’t sense any malice in those gazes, I still didn’t like it. I received all the praise and easily achieved goals others dared not even hope for. None of this gave me any sense of accomplishment, as if it was all meant to be.
At a young age, I always had a stern expression, which made children my age not dare to speak to me. I wasn’t troubled by this; on the contrary, I found it quite satisfactory. I’ve never told anyone this, but actually, deep down, I held a slight disdain for them—no, for everyone around me.
That’s right, disdain. Surprising, isn’t it? I was just as surprised when I realized these thoughts in my heart. To feel disdain for these elders who doted on me so much—it was as if, I even felt like I had been possessed by a demon.
I carefully concealed this part of myself. To the outside world, I was still that exceptionally talented Senior Sister, the object of admiration for all disciples. But no one knew that as I grew older, this incomprehensible pride in my heart grew stronger and stronger.
But there are always exceptions to things. My peaceful life was soon shattered during an ordinary trip outside the sect.
At that time, I had grown a little tired of the eager and attentive faces around me. After a slight threat, I successfully got rid of them and, with nothing to do, flew around randomly in the sky on the flying sword I had just recently learned to ride.
While wandering aimlessly, I unexpectedly sensed an overwhelming murderous aura emanating from a distant village. Such a strong smell of blood—someone must be carrying out a massacre.
Having become a cultivator, I couldn’t possibly ignore this. But when I, clumsily controlling the newly learned flying sword, rushed over, what appeared before me was the scene I least wanted to see.
Flames lit up the sky in the small village. Even using spiritual energy to investigate, I could feel the overwhelming baleful aura in the village. A child, about the same age as me, was kneeling on the ground, heartbroken and despairing.
Even standing far away, I could feel the sorrow contained within that child’s small body. Even I found it a bit hard to watch.
Besides, I felt a little guilty for not being able to arrive in time to save this village. If I had my Master’s skill in sword flight, perhaps I could have saved half the village. But just because of my clumsy sword-riding skills, the situation had developed to this irreparable point.
The sky was heavy; it looked like it would rain in a few days. I sensed that she seemed to hope for rain to extinguish the fire. Even though I knew such a fire couldn’t be put out by just a rainstorm, I still cast a spell to make the rain come a few days earlier.
A downpour rained from above. As expected, it brought some hope to her eyes. I mustered all my strength to make the rain fall even harder, but in the end, it still couldn’t extinguish this fire.
Seeing the child’s eyes gradually dimming, I felt extremely distressed. I vaguely realized that what I had done might have made her even sadder.
Guilt weighed even more heavily on my heart. Standing on my flying sword, I hesitated, wanting to apologize to her. But my lifelong pride made me hover in the sky, unable to make up my mind to truly apologize to this mortal girl.
While I hesitated, I watched the girl’s small figure walk into the ruins on her own and dig out her “loved ones” from the pile of rubble, dirt, and stones. I watched her personally dig a pit and bury her “loved ones.” A feeling I had never experienced before touched my heart.
Perhaps, among all those I had once disdained, they too had their own lives, their own joys and sorrows, anger and happiness. They too were living beings, truly existing in this world.
Their love and hate, perhaps, also held something precious.
This was the first time I had such a thought. It was probably also the first time I had been influenced by this little girl before me, who was still somewhat a stranger.
When I finally finished my thoughts and, looking at her who had buried herself in her grief, I finally mustered the courage to speak to her. As I rode my flying sword, lowering my altitude to approach her, I never would have expected to hear her say, “Don’t bother me. Stay away.”
*For a moment, I thought I had misheard. But her expression told me I hadn’t; that was exactly what she meant. Instantly, an unprecedented anger and sense of grievance filled my chest. How could I care about my earlier guilt anymore? I was about to ride my flying sword and leave, but I was rooted to the spot by her question, “Do you know magic?” Did she realize my status and regret her earlier disrespect? Is she apologizing to me?
Thinking this, I complacently turned back. I wasn’t petty; I could forgive others for unintentional offenses.
But I didn’t expect that, even after she knew I couldn’t save her “loved ones,” her attitude would become so awful again. It had been terrible from the very beginning. An inexplicable anger truly startled me, and, furious, I was about to storm off. But then I saw the bruise she was trying to cover and stopped once more.
The price she paid for her overflowing curiosity was being suddenly pulled off her flying sword by the girl, falling hard onto the ground. Up close, she could more clearly see the girl’s delicate, youthful face and the bruises that also covered her collar.
The anger in her heart faded, but her grievance over this reckless act didn’t lessen. She decided then that, no matter what, she couldn’t stay any longer; it was best to quickly draw a clear line with this girl.
I’m not someone who can be bullied so easily.
Still fuming, she never imagined that impolite girl would grab her hand, much less that she would gently apologize. Her young age and pitiful appearance made it impossible for her to remain cold.
I probably owed her from a past life, she thought helplessly. Sigh, alright, I really did owe her an apology.
But she still felt somewhat awkward and couldn’t bring herself to say the words of apology. Fortunately, while she hesitated, the girl spoke first, asking for a cultivation method. This was perfect; teaching cultivation could serve as her apology for the rain-making incident.
Although she saw that the girl wanted to learn cultivation to avenge the ‘poison’ in her heart, she didn’t refuse.
I hope she achieves her wish.