I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 104

Jiang Xidai realized her old habits were acting up again and had to divert some of her energy to suppress these thoughts.
No… I can’t.
It’s wrong to love someone like that.
Exposing this overly obsessive possessiveness will scare people.
Yan Huirou’s hand was soft and warm, just like her. To avoid these thoughts, Jiang Xidai pressed her thumb onto the back of her hand, slowly rubbing it, then slipping it between her fingers. And Yan Huirou seemed to unconsciously squeeze her hand.
This small action reassured her a little.
After landing, Yan Huirou held Jiang Xidai’s hand tightly the whole way. When she glanced back and saw her slightly furrowed brow, she wondered, is the Sect Master getting impatient?
“Look, the scenery here is different from the Shasheng Sect,” Yan Huirou initiated a conversation.
“Barren mountains and treacherous rivers,” Jiang Xidai said with disdain. “How can it compare to my Shasheng Sect?”
After crossing two barren mountains, they still saw no signs of prosperity. The dark brown, damp soil on the ground gradually became dry, loose, and yellow. As Yan Huirou walked here, she could already kick up a pile of sand and gravel with her foot.
Jiang Xidai tilted her head up slightly and smiled. “Such scarce spiritual energy… those self-proclaimed righteous path people are truly tyrannical, driving the defeated to a place like this.”
“The winner takes all; it has always been this way.” Yan Huirou wasn’t too surprised. They walked for about two miles before they sparsely saw a relatively large sect gate. To call it a sect gate was an overstatement.
Grotesque rocks were piled up to form a gate, with a flock of vultures perched on top, seeming ready to find rotting corpses at any moment. The plants on both sides grew chaotically like thorns, blocking their path forward. From the bizarre, large characters, Yan Huirou barely made out the name of this sect—Holy… Fire?
No, that didn’t seem to be the name. There were some more grotesque characters on the left, which, when read together, said, “Better to enter the path of Avici than to join the Holy Fire Sect.”
Jiang Xidai read it softly, then sneered. “No skill, can’t even beat the righteous Immortal Alliance. Yet they dare to write such things. Truly childish.”
Mmm… In Yan Huirou’s mind, her good colleague started muttering and complaining again: The Shasheng Sect isn’t much better. They both sound so edgy! Not like a harmonious sect at all.
Yan Huirou smiled. The Shasheng Sect’s name made it clear: anyone who came would die. Jiang Xidai really didn’t like to beat around the bush.
“We finally found one. No matter what, let’s go in first, shall we?”
A red shadow flashed, and all the thorns shattered as if burned by fire. Jiang Xidai took out her “A Ten-foot Soft Red,” inserted it into her umbrella handle, and walked ahead of Yan Huirou.
Yan Huirou followed behind. Before she had taken a few steps, she felt as if some gazes were hiding in the dark, silently watching her.
“I have a feeling…” Yan Huirou shivered. “Something is watching us.”
“You mean this thing?”
Yan Huirou looked ahead. Jiang Xidai was holding a… cat.
Not just in her hand; from the strange rocks behind her, about a dozen pairs of jewel-like eyes emerged. A nearby tree also swayed slightly. The cats, without exception, looked over alertly, their bodies low, their gazes very unfriendly.
Jiang Xidai tossed the Persian cat in her hand back. The small, white-furred beast deftly slipped into a crevice and hid. “Meow.”
Yan Huirou took a shallow breath.
Holy Fire… Meow Meow Sect?
Very nice. The temptation was too great; she would not give up on establishing relations with this sect.
Yan Huirou couldn’t help but walk over and peer into the strange rocks. A few cats were scared away by her, but some remaining ones seemed more friendly, though they all had stern little faces. Yan Huirou couldn’t resist and scratched a few cats’ chins, finding the sensation quite pleasant. After scratching for a while, the cats seemed very satisfied with her service, and a few more jumped down to squat by her feet.
…Stop petting them, Yan Yan. Your daughter is not happy.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Cha’an finally couldn’t help but send a voice reminder.
Yan Huirou turned to look at Jiang Xidai. The woman had slightly lifted the edge of her umbrella, a thoughtful look on her face. Seeing Yan Huirou look back, she smiled gently. “Yan Yan, are we not going to continue forward?”
She looked… quite happy? Yan Huirou turned her head back in confusion. The moment she turned, Jiang Xidai’s expression, hidden under the umbrella, furrowed again. Fortunately, Yan Huirou hadn’t forgotten the purpose of this trip, and besides, there were no cat treats in this world for her to indulge in, so she could only retreat with regret.
Jiang Xidai fell a few steps behind and, where Yan Huirou couldn’t see, kicked a cat’s butt. The group of annoying things seemed to sense the threat and scattered in a panic.
She’s even jealous of this? Such a yandere. Chen Cha’an shivered from outside the screen, once again worrying about Yan Huirou’s personal safety. But upon closer observation, it seemed it wasn’t that simple. Jiang Xidai had been in a bad mood all day, but she was always exceptionally gentle in front of Yan Huirou—the change in her face was too obvious.
“Stop! Who goes there uninvited—”
A human voice came from ahead. A large group of people rustled out. They appeared to be disciples of the Holy Fire Sect, having finally noticed the disturbance, and directly called out to them.
But the disciples’ unfriendly gazes landed on Yan Huirou, then on Jiang Xidai, and soon, the unfriendliness disappeared… replaced by a kind of awe mixed with panic.
“Ah!”
“Quick!! Quick, report to the Sect Leader!”
Several people turned and ran, faster than cats, disappearing like a puff of smoke.
“…”
Yan Huirou, who had just extended her hand for a handshake, was left in an awkward position. She lowered it again. “Just as well, they’ve gone to get someone. Should we wait here?”
“What’s worth waiting for in this wretched place? The wind is so strong,” Jiang Xidai snorted coldly. “What, does this person dare not to see me?” With that, she casually flicked her robes, ascended the steps, and from a pile of buildings made of cold white bricks, chose the one that looked the most magnificent and walked slowly towards it.
Yan Huirou had no choice but to follow.
The sound of music rustled in her ears, resonant and powerful, with a kind of barbaric beauty. Pushing aside the curtain, the inside was spacious. But in the very center was a large altar, with a bright orange flame burning fiercely within.
The woman on the highest seat had a rather unique appearance: brown skin, golden eyes, dressed in light clothing, and a head of wavy hair that seemed particularly fashionable in this world. She leaned against a beast-skin rug, with several disciples kneeling beside her, reporting, their expressions terrified. The woman propped up her chin, a bone fragment held between her lips.
Her eyes lifted, her gaze fixed on Jiang Xidai. Due to the unique color of her eyes, she looked remarkably like a crouching lioness.
With such a temperament, she must be the leader of the Holy Fire Sect. Yan Huirou observed for a moment and recognized her.
Jiang Xidai glanced left and right, her expression faintly disgusted. She covered her mouth and nose, seemingly overwhelmed by the thick scent of spices in the room, and met the gaze of the woman on the throne with a cold look.
Yan Huirou quickly stepped forward, blocking the line of sight between Jiang Xidai and the sect leader. “We are here to…”
The golden eyes, however, gradually widened, showing an expression of disbelief. The Sect Leader turned to the side, kicked a disciple below her, and said in surprise, “Oh my god, it’s really her? Crimson Illumination?!!”
After getting an affirmative answer, the woman leaped three feet high, nimbly flipping down from her throne, and hid behind it, revealing only half of her face. “It’s over, it’s over, the heavens want to destroy my Holy Fire Sect!”
The Sect Leader looked left and right, finally grabbing a Persian cat by her feet. “It’s over, it’s over… Xue Nunu, we’re all going to die here.”
The disciples of the Holy Fire Sect seemed to be infected by the Sect Leader’s panicked mood. The whole room erupted in commotion, in a state of wanting to run but not daring to.
Yan Huirou: “Sect Leader? Please don’t be so agitated, we’re not here to…”
The woman, holding the Persian cat, froze. Taking advantage of this pause, her wailing tone suddenly changed. Her gaze turned sharp, and she shot out from behind the throne, a scimitar at her waist flying out, aimed straight at Yan Huirou’s brow.
Yan Huirou watched the sharp blade coming at her, her pupils shrinking, and subconsciously tilted her head. At the same time, “A Ten-foot Soft Red” flashed with a bloody light, coiling like a spirit snake around the scimitar and flinging it to the ground. The scimitar shattered the holy altar in the center, and flames, along with boiling water, flowed everywhere, with many fragments spilling out as well.
The woman used the momentum to brush past Jiang Xidai, heading straight for the curtain. From the very beginning, the blade aimed at Yan Huirou was just a feint. Yan Huirou noticed her movements were extremely fast and agile, almost invisible to the naked eye—this level of speed certainly required cultivation, and even Jiang Xidai was half a beat slower.
As expected. They were, after all, a group that had fought against the righteous Immortal Alliance back in the day. Even though they were exiled to this barren, inhospitable land, it was impossible for them to be without any skill.
The leader of the Holy Fire Sect was just on the verge of escaping, her heart filled with joy, but for some reason, her body went limp. Just a step too slow, and she slammed heavily onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
What’s happening?
She looked at the back of her knee, pierced by a miniature small sword that had accurately shot through her acupoint. Blood-red spiritual energy drilled in through the wound, seemingly suppressing all the meridians in her body.
A chill came from behind. She couldn’t move. Forcing her head to turn, she saw that large, white-faced, embroidered umbrella slowly floating up, casting a terrifying shadow, as if it was slowly devouring her flesh and bones.
It’s bad. This time, it’s really over.
Her heart pounded like a drum. She narrowed her eyes. If she was going to die, she would die. Taking one down with her wouldn’t be a loss. She secretly gathered all her cultivation in her dantian, planning to self-destruct as soon as Jiang Xidai got a little closer.
“Was that fun? Still running?” The red-robed beauty took the umbrella, smiling softly, but her eyes were filled with a bone-chilling coldness. “This Seat didn’t want to kill today, but you are really a bit too clever for your own good.”
She stomped down hard, pinning the woman’s abdomen, causing the woman to let out a pained grunt, but she paradoxically stopped trembling.
The golden-eyed woman’s eyes shifted. Noticing that Jiang Xidai’s killing intent wasn’t that strong, she immediately abandoned the idea of self-destructing her dantian and began to half-truthfully cajole and beg for mercy:
“Ay… Sister Crimson Illumination, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hit the one next to you. Please be kind, lift your noble foot. Apart from my life, you can have anything you want. What do you want? We can talk about anything?”