I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 105

The woman’s eyes were half-lidded, a glimmer in them, her attitude clearly fawning. Jiang Xidai loosened her grip slightly. This cloying, sycophantic voice, was it deliberately forced? So unnatural…
She was utterly disgusted, as if afraid of dirtying her own feet. She dusted off her robes and walked to one side. “Yan Huirou.”
Yan Huirou stepped forward, bent down to help up the sect leader who had who-knows-how-many broken ribs, and said kindly, “Sect Leader, are you alright?”
Isn’t that an obvious question?! I was almost a goner.
Yan Huirou carefully helped her onto a seat. The woman finally let out a sigh of relief, licked the fresh blood on her lips, and said, “Don’t dare, don’t dare, just call me Alano. My followers, don’t just stand there dumbfounded, go and serve our esteemed guests from the Shasheng Sect some wine and food.”
The disciples who had been hiding under the tables finally emerged, all nervously going to fetch wine. Although she was speaking to Yan Huirou, Alano’s gaze kept darting towards Jiang Xidai:
“So, what brings this big sister here? It can’t be just to travel all this way to beat me up; that would be too much of an honor.”
Yan Huirou: “In our brief exchange just now, your cultivation is indeed very impressive.”
“Along the way, I’ve seen that the spiritual energy here is extremely scarce. To cultivate to this level… must be difficult.”
Alano said nonchalantly, “That’s just because we lost the fight and lost our territory. You know that bunch of Immortal Alliance dogs, when they’re together, they’re not easy to deal with.”
“Sect Leader has been living here all this time. Have you never thought of seeking justice?”
“Ya, you make it sound so easy,” Alano said, stroking her chin. “I’ve been in this damn place for about four or five hundred years now. Guess why I haven’t gone back? Is it because I don’t want to?”
“Little girl, among all us ‘demonic sects’ right now, the only one who dares to establish their sect in the territory of the Immortal Sects is the famous Crimson Illumination behind you.”
Alano pointed to the wound on her abdomen and said plaintively, “If I were even a fraction as skilled as her, I wouldn’t have been beaten to a pulp here just now…”
“So, isn’t the opportunity here now?”
“The Shasheng Sect is a very good choice. Our Sect Master is powerful, our treasury is vast, and the spiritual energy there is dense. A day of cultivation there is like a hundred days here—” Yan Huirou’s smile was faint. “We sincerely invite you all to visit.”
Alano’s golden pupils shifted, moving from Jiang Xidai’s face to Yan Huirou’s, and back again. She flicked a stray curl from her eyes, seemingly still contemplating her answer.
Just as Yan Huirou was anticipating her response, Alano stood up with a smile. “Forget it, forget it. Look, the wine is ready. Big sister, little sister, it’s so boring just standing here chatting. Follow me, let’s drink and talk~”
The messy holy altar from before had been tidied up. The rug was dragged away and replaced with a new one. The unknown fragments scattered on the ground had also been cleaned up. The followers presented fine wine.
Once the jar was opened, Yan Huirou smelled a pungent aroma of wine, far stronger than what was cellared at the Shasheng Sect. She quietly squeezed the Sect Master’s hand and warned, “You’ll probably like it. But don’t drink too much.”
Jiang Xidai looked down condescendingly, glanced at the wine, and seemed to roll her eyes subtly. She said faintly, “Not everything is worthy of appreciation.”
Yan Huirou glanced at her. A little helpless. This was the Sect Master’s nature. Once she was in another’s territory, encountering strangers, she tended to adopt this arrogant posture, whether to deliberately protect herself or because she couldn’t let go.
Which one is it? Yan Huirou found this question very interesting. She turned her head and stared at Jiang Xidai for a while, but couldn’t see much. Although she was her creator, at times, Yan Huirou couldn’t completely predict her thoughts and actions. After all, Jiang Xidai’s choices, experiences, and feedback would slowly shape her as well.
“…” Yan Huirou’s expression dimmed slightly, and she gently turned her head away. She suddenly felt a reluctance, not knowing how much longer she could look at her like this.
So this trip was necessary. If the worst happened, she couldn’t let Jiang Xidai continue to live her latter half of life in isolation.
Alano took a sip of the strong wine and ordered, “Bring a sheep.”
A scent of roasting meat filled the air. A few large pieces of meat were being roasted over a blazing fire. The woman tore off a piece of meat, pairing it with the strong wine, as if she had finally managed to suppress her earlier fright. She said bluntly, “The Shasheng Sect is a good place. Of course, we’re willing to go. But where in the world is there such a thing as a free lunch? What do you two really want me to do?”
“It’s not a big price. It’s just that the prospects in the Shasheng Sect are uneven, and we want to bring all of you back.” Yan Huirou nodded. She couldn’t drink such strong wine, but to be polite, she reached for a piece of mutton. But Jiang Xidai moved her chopsticks away and pressed her hand down.
“It’s better than being stuck in this place. So, it’s a deal. But your Sect Master is too fierce, so don’t blame me for being hesitant.” Alano’s gaze drifted back to Jiang Xidai. “Besides… this isn’t the first time our two sects have dealt with each other. If you wanted to have dealings, you would have come long ago, not now. May I ask what this is about?”
Alano’s expression suddenly became serious, her brows furrowed, her look complex.
Yan Huirou paused, turned her head, and asked, “What?”
Jiang Xidai toyed with her wine cup, a slight smile on her lips. “I don’t remember. Did I kill your people? But this Seat has too many blood debts; which one are you referring to?”
“Back then, you single-handedly annihilated the entire Lingshan Sect. The whole Immortal Alliance was shocked. Do you know what a sensation that caused on our side?” Alano: “We thought revenge was hopeless, but who knew such a person would appear in the world…”
The dragons had finally found their head. How could this group of defeated “demonic paths” not be excited? When the Shasheng Sect was established, emotions ran high. Many leaders, like Alano, sent people to congratulate Jiang Xidai, wanting to raise her to the position of an uncrowned king.
As long as she was there… as long as she was willing to lead them back, they could surely grind the Immortal Alliance to dust and reclaim their lost territories. Why would they need to suffer in this wretched place?
But what they never expected was—Jiang Xidai refused.
Anyone who dared to approach her Shasheng Sect, regardless of their stance, not a single hair was left. Just because she had offended the righteous Immortal Alliance didn’t mean she had to associate with this group of people.
With no response for a long time, their hearts grew cold. Once their hearts were cold, the momentum they had built up slowly dissipated. Coupled with the barren land, many young disciples no longer stayed, changing their identities and going out to make a living on their own. Those who remained now were loyal to their own sects. But they were becoming fewer and fewer.
Alano sighed. “Mmm, that’s how it is. I didn’t expect you to come over now that everyone’s hearts are scattered. It’s really strange.”
Yan Huirou let out a dry laugh. “Not strange. I’m in charge of the Shasheng Sect now. The direction has changed.”
“Is that so? That’s good. It would have been great if your Sect Master had agreed to this back then.” Alano said with a lack of interest, “Oh, it’s not good to be blunt. But we only recognize the strong. You’re still too young; do you have any say in your sect?”
“Listen to her.” Jiang Xidai took another cup of wine and softly uttered three words.
Alano was stunned for a moment, reassessing Yan Huirou. The young woman was still smiling slightly, but her gaze was very sincere. Yan Huirou was born kind and gentle, and the black clothes only accentuated her fair face, giving her an extraordinary air.
Alano came back to her senses, raised an eyebrow slightly, and then switched back to a fawning expression, her tongue flicking out. “Sister Crimson Illumination… you truly have a discerning eye. Come, come, drink wine and eat meat. Let me toast you first.”
Jiang Xidai frowned, pressed her forehead, and closed her eyes. “No need. Stay away. If it weren’t for Yan Yan’s liking, this Seat wouldn’t have come.”
A flash of light in Alano’s eyes. She finally started to earnestly fawn over Yan Huirou. “Miss Yan, you don’t drink, right? Let me serve you some food… From now on, we’ll be dealing with each other at the Shasheng Sect.”
Yan Huirou smoothly retrieved her chopsticks, but Jiang Xidai’s hand covered hers again.
“Hmm?”
“Do you really want to try this?” Jiang Xidai curved her lips slightly. “It’s not mutton. Look closely.”
Yan Huirou instinctively glanced at the plate. The large, neat pieces of meat really didn’t have the texture of mutton. Instead, they had a chilling familiarity.
“You…” Although she hadn’t eaten it, she looked up in disbelief, her stomach slowly starting to cramp. Especially when she saw the curly-haired woman across from her unknowingly lick her full lips, just as she had licked the fresh blood earlier. “Sheep is just a name. We don’t even have grass here… Try it. This is good stuff. We can only catch it when a few lost Immortal Sect people wander in. The meat of someone who has achieved Qi Induction is the most tender. We usually serve it to guests.”
The flames were still crackling. Yan Huirou felt the pain in her stomach intensify, blurring her vision. She was in a pitiful state of wanting to vomit but being unable to.
“Excuse me,” she managed to say, stumbling to her feet. Jiang Xidai caught her just in time, preventing her from collapsing to the ground. Yan Huirou seemed unable to bear it, pushing Jiang Xidai slightly. “Help me, Sect Master. I… need to go out for a moment.”
“Not used to it? It’s all cooked.”
She stopped, looked at Alano. In her tear-blurred vision, the woman’s expression was surprised, her golden eyes still slightly curved, as if she didn’t understand her disgust, as if she were saying something ordinary. She had thought the color of those eyes was beautiful, but with such an expression, they seemed all the more cruel.
“Then you go and rest first. If you’re hungry later, you can eat something else.”
Leaving the Sect Leader’s warm hospitality, Yan Huirou stumbled towards a withered tree and finally couldn’t help but dry heave. She was inexplicably reminded of the time Jiang Xidai killed someone and splattered her bowl of noodle soup with blood, and the half-seen eyeball. Her throat convulsed, and her nausea worsened.
Jiang Xidai supported Yan Huirou, who was leaning against her, exhausted. “Hmm? Vomiting into such a pitiful state. Don’t think that just because they’re outside the Immortal Alliance, they’re good people.”
Yan Huirou smiled weakly. “Why aren’t you surprised at all? It seems I really haven’t seen much of the world.”
“Perhaps I am the same as her. After wading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood for so many years, compassion and empathy have long been ground to dust.” The woman’s hand landed on the back of her head. “It’s just that this Seat doesn’t eat things indiscriminately. I know you’re different.”
Yan Huirou muffled her face in her embrace, but felt the hand on the back of her head pause, then gently stroke her. “You’ve been different to me from the beginning. Why have you never seen the evil I’ve done?”