I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 100

The next day, a faint sunlight fell upon Yan Huirou. She sat up to find the person beside her gone. “Sect Master?”
The few pastries on the bedside table were gone, completely vanished. It seemed she had gone out. Yan Huirou washed and changed, then went downstairs, circling Qionghua Hall. She didn’t see a soul.
“Yan Yan, are you looking for me?”
As she stepped into the corridor, she saw Jiang Xidai walking from a distance, fully dressed, holding her “A Ten-foot Soft Red” sword. Jiang Xidai shook the sword in her hand, fresh blood dripping from its tip. A little had splattered on her cheek, which she seemed to have forgotten to wipe. She looked at Yan Huirou, curved into a smile, the bloodstain on her face as striking as cinnabar.
“This…” Yan Huirou froze, and quickly asked, “Whose blood is this?”
“During the days you were unconscious, this Seat went and captured several renowned medical cultivators. That seemed to be a medicine sect, and perhaps they attracted a few avengers.” Jiang Xidai leaned against the corridor, wiping the blood from the corner of her eye with a fingertip. “…Annoying, disturbing one’s pleasant sleep so early in the morning.”
When she looked at Yan Huirou, her brows and eyes softened again, and she wiped her hands clean. “Otherwise, I could have slept with you a bit longer this morning.”
“Where did those medical cultivators go?” Yan Huirou couldn’t help but ask. “Are they locked up in the Shasheng Sect?”
“They died,” Jiang Xidai raised her hand, gently stroking Yan Huirou’s cheek. “Who told them they didn’t know why you fell unconscious, and even tried to resist and escape? They were just a bunch of quack doctors.”
“Died…” Yan Huirou paused, then asked, “Then those who came to denounce the Shasheng Sect this morning…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t leave any future troubles.” Jiang Xidai skillfully changed the subject. “I’ll go bathe first. This garment has a tear, but I used to like it very much, it’s a real shame. After it’s clean, Yan Yan can help me mend it—just consider it punishment for your mischief yesterday.”
Yan Huirou nodded. Though it sounded like a complaint, she smiled at Yan Huirou again, as if seeing Yan Huirou made her mood excellent, and then she gracefully departed.
“…” Hearing her say she left no future troubles, Yan Huirou’s brow subtly furrowed. Jiang Xidai spoke lightly, but Yan Huirou had a bad feeling.
Yan Huirou looked towards the maple forest and saw Wen Xianyin and a few subordinates passing by, seemingly discussing something. Perhaps they knew more details. Yan Huirou caught up to them. “Senior Disciple Wen, wait—”
Wen Xianyin dismissed the disciples below her and turned around. She politely said, “Is there something, Miss Yan?”
“Senior Disciple, where did the Sect Master go this morning?”
“This morning, some people came to denounce the Shasheng Sect,” Wen Xianyin said. “They were… a few small medicine sects from the northern region. We don’t know much about them. The Sect Master went out to meet the enemy with her sword.” Wen Xianyin observed Yan Huirou’s expression and consoled her, “Miss Yan needn’t worry. These small sects can’t even compare to the Four Great Righteous Sects. The Sect Master handled them with ease; it probably wasn’t even enough to stretch her muscles.”
“So… she annihilated their sects?” Yan Huirou asked.
Wen Xianyin: “No one who came was left alive. But I saw quite a lot of them, so it’s probably close enough.”
“Regardless, the scene was certainly tragic enough, and the Shasheng Sect kidnapped their people first,” Yan Huirou said. “The Four Great Righteous Sects will surely seize upon this to make a big fuss.”
Wen Xianyin smiled. “Miss Yan worries too much. The Shasheng Sect was built on piles of bones from the beginning; it has never had a good reputation.”
“These empty reputations don’t matter,” Wen Xianyin seemed unconcerned. “As long as the Sect Master is with us, the Shasheng Sect is safe anywhere in the world.”
“Miss Yan, is there anything else?” Wen Xianyin looked rather busy. “I need to lead the disciples to clean up the bodies piled at the Shasheng Sect’s entrance, lest they pollute the water source.”
“…Mmm.” Yan Huirou was a little worried. “It’s probably not going to be peaceful for a while. Senior Disciple, please go ahead with your urgent matters.”
After Wen Xianyin left, Yan Huirou didn’t return to Qionghua Hall. She figured the Sect Master was still soaking in the pool. With a troubled heart, she walked to the suspended waterfall at the Shasheng Sect. The river below was faintly tinged with a shallow red, all from the washed-down bloodstains. The ‘blood waterfall’ Bi Luo had mentioned was indeed no exaggeration.
Yan Huirou gazed at the flowing river below, her mood growing heavy once again. She had limited time to be with Jiang Xidai, only fifty years… Although she didn’t particularly want to go back, and Chen Cha’an wasn’t forcing her now, she always felt that at the last moment, the research center would take coercive measures.
If she stayed here and perished with Jiang Xidai, she wouldn’t mind. But if she had to return to the real world, she would definitely request to continue running this project and make it a truly independent world, even if it meant paying out of her own pocket to work for the bureau for free. According to her estimations, the latter possibility was actually higher.
What made Yan Huirou quite uneasy was that Jiang Xidai was positioned as the villain in this story. Jiang Xidai had no more feelings for the people of this world—unrelated, innocent, she rarely showed mercy, was too lazy to ask for people’s lives, and too lazy to untangle those complex sect relationships. Thinking empathetically, if she were one of the Four Great Righteous Sects, she would probably be very happy. After all, each massacre was equivalent to driving those neutral, apolitical sects to their side. The more sects the Shasheng Sect implicated, the more united the Immortal Alliance would become. And on that side, there was also a protagonist with heavenly destiny. Comparatively, that was more dangerous.
Today’s events served as a warning. This meant Yan Huirou had to help her clear up these future troubles within these fifty years to safely retreat to the main world. It was once said that even ants could kill an elephant; no matter how formidable a person was, there would always be unexpected moments. Yan Huirou was seriously considering Zhan Ke’s advice to her, though that woman surely didn’t expect that Yan Huirou was applying it all to Jiang Xidai.
Yan Yan, your mental fluctuations seem quite strong?
Yan Huirou heard the familiar voice, paused, and came back to her senses. “You’re there?”
Don’t worry, I have professional ethics. I’ll temporarily go offline and cut off communication once I see you two hugging.
“Of course, the bureau’s regulations aren’t for you to watch restricted content during work hours,” Yan Huirou smiled. “Can you show me the plotline from now on?”
Go ahead. I’ll send it to you later, mind the delay. Chen Cha’an said helplessly, Anyway, it’s already so messed up it’s unwatchable. There’s some reference value, but not much.
“I’m very curious how Sect Master Jiang understands the plot. What’s her view on it?”
I checked the previous system’s self-running archive. She probably understood this as a kind of ‘destiny’. Your Sect Master tried to change her fate, so she didn’t try to kill you and the male lead at first, but there were plot restrictions preventing her success. Later, she planned to properly nurture you… and then, over time, feelings developed, and you two rolled into bed together.
As for what she plans to do next… I really couldn’t tell. Isn’t she currently happily in love with you, forgetting all about home and duty! Chen Cha’an grumbled, The System has been gone from her for days; did she even ask about it? She probably didn’t even notice.
Give up. Your Jiao Jiao isn’t the career-oriented type… If she knew how to do some public relations, severely blacken the Lingshan Sect, whitewash her own reputation, and be a bit more superficially polite, with her combat power, she would have long ago unified the cultivation world. After all, this is a world where strength is respected. How could others be allowed to fight and kill her for so many years?
No, Yan Huirou thought. Sect Master doesn’t like gentle persuasion. Her likes and dislikes are quite clear. If she shows affection, it must be genuine; it’s hard for her to hide it. Yan Huirou shook her head inwardly, If she actually did that, she wouldn’t be her.
Yan Huirou: “It’s fine, this was never something she had to bear… It’s all my fault. I must make amends.”
“I will help her complete the path ahead.”
Yan Yan.
“Hmm?”
Nothing. Chen Cha’an said emotionally, In a sense, it’s really good to have a ‘birth mother’ like you. For example, you definitely wouldn’t be the kind of person who forces her daughter to get into a prestigious university and earn big money; you’d directly choose to work hard and make her a rich second generation… Oh, I’m reminded of previous missions where you would often very responsibly clean up my messes. If I have a next life, can I be reincarnated into your family?
“No, I’d still prefer to maintain a purely professional relationship with you.”
Why?! I’m working overtime to save you; what’s so bad about me compared to Jiang Xidai!
“Perhaps,” Yan Huirou estimated the System’s perspective, blinking at the sky, “I want to clean up fewer messes in the future.”
…Oh. Right, I’ve sent it over, check for it.
Yan Huirou received the “White Lotus” plot outline. Reading to the end, her thoughts inevitably grew heavy. In the original plot framework, the final scene was Jiang Xidai being pierced by the ancient Dragon Spring Sword. Wounds caused by such divine artifacts were difficult to heal. The protagonist group and the Immortal Sect cleverly chose not to attack rashly, instead continuously probing and wearing down her energy. Naturally, even indirect attacks constituted a fierce battle.
Finally, Jiang Xidai retreated to the Shasheng Sect’s Qionghua Hall due to excessive blood loss, holding out for seven days and seven nights, besieged until her death. After Jiang Xidai’s demise, the Shasheng Sect lost its backbone and was similarly annihilated overnight, returning to dust. Thereafter, the female lead faced no more threats, the male lead’s great revenge was satisfied, and the world enjoyed unparalleled glory for a time.
Chen Cha’an was about to get up to make another cup of coffee when the communication channel from Yan Huirou’s side suddenly lit up, indicating strong mental fluctuations. Startled, she plopped back down. Yan Yan? What’s wrong?
Yan Huirou: “Who wrote this plot? Who wrote the female lead, and who wrote the male lead?” This project had been in development for a while, but due to excessive energy consumption, it had been temporarily shelved, with only Chen Cha’an’s original project team occasionally observing it. Yan Huirou was not originally responsible for it. She and Chen Cha’an had other jobs. She had been denied applications for several years in a row, which was why she resorted to extreme methods.
… Chen Cha’an said weakly, That, that was me. Our team drew lots, and I unluckily drew the female lead and the male lead…
“You?” Yan Huirou said with a smile, “Let’s be clear, I don’t oppose the villain’s death ending. But relying on divine artifacts for an unfair advantage, doesn’t that seem a bit low-class? And don’t you think the character designs for the male and female leads are too one-dimensional?”
Don’t scold me, don’t scold me. Chen Cha’an sounded very contrite. How was I supposed to know how to write it?! I’d rather run code and do experiments—to complete the task, I fed hundreds of ancient romance novels to the AI assistant… Through large amounts of data, it summarized the most uninspired female and male lead archetypes: one gentle and kind, the other evil and unrestrained. That’s it. Yan Yan, please have mercy on me.
Yan Huirou still frowned as she read the document. “It’s too illogical. Is this your work ethic?”
The focus of the work wasn’t this at all. The original intention of the project was to research the process of constructing alternate worlds, otherwise why wouldn’t they just directly observe other mature alternate worlds? Chen Cha’an stirred her coffee, staring at the screen with lingering fear—Yan Huirou was rarely this angry.
Perhaps this was the devotion of a “birth mother,” seeing her “daughter” being carelessly handled by someone who didn’t know what they were doing, and she immediately became furious.