I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 109

In a room in Lanyue Pavilion, the doors and windows were sealed shut. A massive formation rose from the ground, its golden patterns gradually becoming stained with blood. Li Xinghe knelt in the center, his face pale and ashen, seemingly in a state of unconsciousness.
A gash was opened on his wrist, blood flowing out freely, spreading out from him as the center, slowly filling the entire formation. A strong wind blew, and the barrier of the entire Lanyue Pavilion fluctuated, the doors and windows suddenly bursting open.
Zhan Ke, who had been meditating with her eyes closed, opened them and looked at the uninvited guest who had arrived at Lanyue Pavilion. An umbrella, a mix of red and white, stabbed in from the window, then suddenly blossomed like a peach flower.
In almost an instant, the blood-red spiritual energy collided with the circulating formation in the center of the room. When they touched, there was a silent annihilation, only a faint piercing sound. In the blood-red haze, a woman’s voice, soft yet sarcastic, slowly spoke as she flicked the blood off her sword.
“So boring. Your disciple was struck by my sword right in front of you, yet you have no reaction at all?”
Zhan Ke opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on the twitching Li Xinghe lying in a pool of blood. After a long moment, she said, “Is that so. I’m actually quite surprised he’s still alive.”
“After all, this foolish boy has always believed Yan Huirou was his, and has repeatedly run out, trying to find ways to have some connection with that girl.” Zhan Ke asked, “Jiang Xidai, logically, you should have come long ago.”
Jiang Xidai’s footsteps echoed a few times in the room, her skirt swaying like a red lotus, bringing with it a faint scent of blood. She didn’t bother with Zhan Ke for the time being, her eyes fixed on the male lead, watching the soft sword plunged into his body—just as it had been plunged into every ordinary person before.
Nothing. Not a single consequence.
How could this be…
Is it really like this?
Jiang Xidai’s eyes were fixed. After confirming it, a hint of bloodlust appeared in them. She smiled, her eyes curving—it should have been like this long ago.
Her fingertips lightly hooked, and “A Ten-foot Soft Red” pierced through the male lead’s body, still carrying warm blood, and returned to her hand.
“You’re right. It’s my fault for not sending his little life off sooner…”
Her voice lifted slightly, and before it fell, the large umbrella named Crimson Illumination opened and closed like a flower, several streaks of red light weaving down.
Zhan Ke closed her eyes for a moment. Fresh blood splattered across the room, on the embroidered screen painted with flowers and birds, at her feet, on her sleeves, and even a few drops flew onto her cheek. The smell of blood instantly intensified.
Zhan Ke lifted her sleeve and wiped her cheek clean. The formation on the floor was not disturbed. Li Xinghe’s figure was gone, leaving only a few familiar pieces of cloth and some fragments of his body.
Even with just these few fragments left, Jiang Xidai didn’t let them go. She stepped on the shattered organs and crushed bones, seeming to quite enjoy the sticky, bubbling sound that a part of her enemy made. She chuckled lightly. “Trash. How is dying once enough? This Seat looks forward to you becoming a vengeful ghost to claim my life.”
Zhan Ke: “You jest. Under your hand, even the soul would be crushed. How could a vengeful ghost be left?”
At her disciple’s sudden death, Jiang Xidai glanced over. The woman’s only action was to wipe the blood from her cheek with some disgust, not a ripple in her eyes.
So cold. Zhan Ke was only like this in front of her, probably because they had known each other for too long and too much had happened. It was simply because, when they were alone, Zhan Ke didn’t need to pretend in front of her.
Mmm… not just this time. She had been this kind of person long ago.
That old man from the Qingxu Sect had been tricked to his death by Zhan Ke in the same way, using Jiang Xidai’s sword to kill someone. When a colleague was cut into three or four pieces, Zhan Ke’s only ripple was a frown—but it wasn’t sympathy, just pure disgust.
“You’re looking at me. What do you want to ask?”
“What kind of evil formation is this?” Jiang Xidai asked.
“It’s simple. I just sacrificed him,” Zhan Ke said. “After all… his luck is too good, the two divine artifacts he obtained are invaluable, but he doesn’t like to listen to his elders.”
“It’s a waste for the divine artifacts to recognize him as their master. It’s better for them to follow me. What do you think?”
Jiang Xidai examined the complex patterns on the ground. It was indeed so. With Li Xinghe’s blood, the divine artifacts could only follow his will. No wonder Zhan Ke wanted to change the artifacts’ allegiance by sacrificing her disciple.
This Immortal Sect has so many strange techniques… why did no one teach me? I’m so jealous.
If only I had known about this back then.
Wait, those two divine artifacts? Jiang Xidai suddenly felt something was wrong. Didn’t Yan Huirou switch them back then? The ones Li Xinghe had should be fakes. What was this all about? She had seen it with her own eyes.
The fresh blood flowed through the grooves of the formation, and the red light on the ground flared up, creating a barrier that enveloped the entire room, covering Jiang Xidai from head to toe. At the same time, a world-shaking sound came from outside the window. Jiang Xidai glanced over. The entire Lanyue Pavilion was bathed in a golden light; who knew how many layers of barriers had been cast over this land.
A few explosions, and then the sound of a tolling bell. People had arrived outside, and from the sound of it, there were many. They must have been prepared long ago.
Jiang Xidai sneered. “Truly elaborate.”
Zhan Ke revealed a serene smile. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. So has Li Xinghe.”
“You never came. To prevent him from dying too quickly, and also from running away, I spent a lot of effort, giving him medicine for a long time, and prolonging his suffering. How about it? Want to thank me for venting your anger?”
“It’s good.” Jiang Xidai showed no mercy either, raising an eyebrow. “The people from the Four Great Righteous Sects are all here? Is Xie Minting here too? Does she know about the sins you’ve committed?”
“She will only know that I am slaying a demon,” Zhan Ke stood up, looking at her through the red barrier.
The woman within the formation laughed, as if she had heard something ridiculous. Jiang Xidai’s fingertips touched the formation, seemingly just tapping it carelessly. A crack appeared on the barrier, the sound of it cracking even affecting the surrounding space.
She tapped her fingertips. “Before the Lingshan Sect, everyone I killed was for myself. After the Lingshan Sect was annihilated, I had nowhere to go, and everyone I killed was for you. Your senior brother, your master, everyone who blocked your path.”
Zhan Ke said softly, “Weren’t you willing?”
“Willing? I never thought that this Seat would later become the obstacle you couldn’t wait to avoid.” The crack in her palm gradually widened.
“Where is the logic in throwing something away just because it’s not useful anymore? So many blood debts, so many lives, aren’t you going to give me some reward?”
“Since we’ve met, I might as well clean you up.” Another loud bang, and the barrier completely shattered into a blood-red spiderweb. The light flared menacingly for a moment, and the traces of the spell vanished without a trace.
Zhan Ke looked up, her eyes shining softly. She felt an overwhelming pressure slamming towards her—that barrier, indeed, had not trapped Jiang Xidai.
Jiang Xidai flashed in front of her, her movements as swift as a ghost. She reached out and grabbed her neck, tightening her grip, ready to snap it in the next second.
“Jiang Xidai!” A familiar and clear call, filled with absolute urgency, but it shouldn’t have appeared here.
Yan Huirou?
How did Yan Yan follow me here?
“Too close, let her go quickly!”
A hint of surprise appeared in Zhan Ke’s pupils. Because of Yan Huirou’s cry, she was forced to draw the ancient Dragon Spring Sword prematurely. The light of the divine artifact illuminated the entire bloody and swaying room, so bright that it was hard to open one’s eyes.
Jiang Xidai’s eyes stung. Her instinct was to get closer and assassinate Zhan Ke. After all, the woman wasn’t resisting, nor was she a threat; it was a moment when she was completely defenseless. But Yan Huirou’s voice rose, as if she were about to cry, so pitiful that it made her subconsciously retreat a few steps.
“The sword! Be careful—”
A white light slashed towards her.
Yan Huirou had never moved so quickly in her life. She rushed forward and actually managed to shove Jiang Xidai away. She drew the “Golden Tower Jade Palace” from her waist. The soft sword sprang out, the spiritual energy making it as hard as black iron. Yan Huirou raised her sword and, with all her strength, blocked the edge of the Dragon Spring Sword.
The next moment, “Golden Tower Jade Palace” broke.
Yan Huirou’s body lost its balance. She felt a dull pain in her chest, and then she was sent flying. At the same time, due to the rebound force, Zhan Ke also slammed heavily into the rubble. Yan Huirou’s back broke through the window, and a shower of wooden splinters fell, almost burying her.
“Yan Yan?” Jiang Xidai had no intention of continuing the fight. She casually threw her Crimson Illumination at Zhan Ke, and Lanyue Pavilion collapsed another half, with no one in sight.
With no time to care if others were dead or alive, Jiang Xidai quickly pulled Yan Huirou up. Yan Huirou reached out a blood-stained hand and grabbed her sleeve. “Go… Sect Master, go quickly. Don’t stay here long.”
Jiang Xidai swept Yan Huirou into her arms. The embroidered umbrella returned to her back, carrying them both as they lightly rushed out of the dilapidated Lanyue Pavilion. Below, in the plaza of Lanyue Pavilion, many cultivators had gathered. Seeing someone rush out, a dense volley of arrows inscribed with spell runes was fired, shooting towards Jiang Xidai like a meteor shower.
Yan Huirou closed her eyes. She scanned Jiang Xidai with her limited, blurry vision. It’s okay… it’s okay. So many injuries, big and small, inflicted on the young Jiang Xidai, Yan Huirou had only ever been able to watch from behind a cold screen, only able to watch silently in the illusion.
But this time, she finally caught up. She wasn’t late.
It’s so good. The Sect Master is intact, she wasn’t touched by that sword…
Below was a tumultuous noise. The umbrella surface spun lightly, flexibly deflecting all the streaming arrows. One after another, the barriers broke before them, shattering again.
Yan Huirou’s eyelids felt heavy. Perhaps the injury was too severe; she felt her strength rapidly draining away. But in her peripheral vision, there was still that vibrant, dripping red, which made her feel quite at ease.
It was as if they had returned to their first meeting, the first time they were so close.