I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 110

At this moment, inside the Shasheng Sect.
A lamp was swept to the ground by a long sleeve, and with a crash, it shattered into pieces. Sparks flared up and were promptly extinguished by Wen Xianyin, who was bowing her head. However, the people below didn’t dare to make a sound, all maintaining complete silence.
“A bunch of good-for-nothings.”
“I brought you all the way back to the Shasheng Sect to enjoy the abundant spiritual energy here. Do you think it’s just for show? Don’t you want to show your loyalty? Don’t you want to cling to a powerful thigh?” Jiang Xidai scolded caustically. “You can’t even heal a wound caused by a mere inanimate object—all of you, divine artifacts can’t heal it, you’ve never seen it so it can’t be healed, either way, it just can’t be healed?”
Someone below whispered, “Sect Master, this is truly no ordinary wound…”
Another sharp gasp from above, and several exquisite small wine cups were thrown, shattering on the floor.
“Then what use are you?! All of you, get back to your dark, dingy gutters! Scram!”
Alano knelt on the ground, trembling under the pressure. Naturally, behind her knelt a whole crowd of other leaders. It was a good thing that the Sect Master had a need. But this matter was truly too difficult. —The sisters were powerless to solve it, so they could only act as punching bags like quails.
“Sect Master, please don’t be angry,” Alano quickly chimed in. “We’ll go and investigate right away. We’re all people who have lived for hundreds of years. Demon clan forbidden arts, demonic sect folk remedies, if all else fails, with just your command, we’ll go on an expedition, turn the Immortal Sect’s techniques upside down, and we’ll surely find a way to cure Miss Yan!”
“Yes, yes, it’s not worth getting angry and harming your body.” A crowd echoed, trembling, afraid that the enraged Jiang Xidai would throw them back to the barren lands.
“There must be a way…”
Jiang Xidai said coldly, “Then why aren’t you going? Are you standing here to keep this Seat company?”
With this command, the crowd scattered in a panic.
Wen Xianyin did not leave. The senior disciple of the Shasheng Sect had always faithfully served her Sect Master.
Ever since the Sect Master had returned from the outside with Yan Huirou, Miss Yan had been severely injured and unconscious. However, the Shasheng Sect had a large stockpile of spiritual pills and miraculous medicines. After a great deal of treatment, they had practically remade her anew. But there was one wound, across Yan Huirou’s waist, that no method could heal in the slightest.
That wound was special, inflicted by a divine artifact.
Jiang Xidai pressed her temples. After her fit of anger, her expression held a trace of loneliness and helplessness. “Wen Xianyin, if they have any ideas, inform me immediately. Do not delay.”
“Yes, Sect Master.” Fearing she would anger Jiang Xidai, Wen Xianyin’s reply was very soft, not daring to make a sound, even her bow was much smaller.
Jiang Xidai stood up, her steps a little heavy, and left. She should go and see Yan Huirou.
At this moment, Yan Huirou was lying flat on the bed, her face as pale as paper. A shallow gash on her waist emitted specks of light. The light gathered around her waist, creating a strange beauty, but the wound wouldn’t heal, continuously bleeding, drop by drop, endlessly.
But Yan Huirou didn’t seem to mind. Her brows and eyes were relaxed, her expression peaceful, as if she were having a sweet dream. Beneath her, on the velvet cloth, a pool of blood had blossomed.
The woman stood a short distance away, watching her for a while. As she walked towards her, she seemed to lose all strength, almost collapsing beside her, her knuckles clutching the fabric beneath Yan Huirou.
And Yan Huirou was about to wake up. She awoke to the sound of faint sobs and whimpers.
Yan Huirou slowly opened her eyes and saw the woman’s eyes, slightly red from crying, her eyelashes still wet with tears. Her expression was uneasy. There was none of the dominance she showed her subordinates earlier; she could only cling tightly to Yan Huirou, like a child about to be abandoned.
“Yan Huirou.” Those peach blossom eyes looked at her, misty. “Are you going to die?”
“I’m fine…” Yan Huirou let out a stuffy breath.
“And you? Are you hurt anywhere?” Yan Huirou reached out and touched the corner of her eye. “As long as the Sect Master is fine.”
“What could happen to me?” Jiang Xidai’s voice trembled, it was unclear if it was with resentment or hatred. “I shouldn’t have taught you swordsmanship, what were you trying to prove… The fight between her and me, is that a level you can interfere in? Yan Huirou, I should have chained you up in the Shasheng Sect.”
Hearing this, Yan Huirou, perhaps remembering something from a long, long time ago, slowly smiled, which triggered a fit of coughing. She turned her head and looked at Jiang Xidai. “That won’t do. The days when the Sect Master taught me swordsmanship were the happiest of my life.”
“Besides,” Yan Huirou said, “If I hadn’t countered her, you probably would have been grazed by the sword. It would be you lying here.”
“Then I would regret it for the rest of my life.”
As long as she avoided Jiang Xidai’s greatest threat in this life, bypassing the plot kill, that was enough. As for Yan Huirou’s own ending, it no longer mattered.
Jiang Xidai closed her eyes, and a few teardrops fell onto Yan Huirou’s palm, surprisingly hot. “I’ve lived enough in this life. With a hand full of sins, if I can’t have a good end, it’s only heaven’s will.”
Yan Huirou lifted her hand, cupped her face, and brushed against her tears. “Don’t say that. Live on, as you thought when you were a child. You have to live well.”
Jiang Xidai’s delicate brows furrowed. Although she was a little confused as to why Yan Huirou even knew what she was thinking as a child, her overwhelming sorrow prevented her from thinking too much. She could only bury her face in Yan Huirou’s palm, her body trembling continuously.
Yan Yan, this body that carries your consciousness is about to be scrapped. Chen Cha’an reminded her continuously. We won’t restart. Come back, don’t hesitate. Only by living can one have a future.
“Jiang Xidai…” Yan Huirou estimated the speed of her bleeding. In a few more days, her time would probably be up.
Life was truly full of surprises. She never thought the separation would come so soon. There were still many things she wanted to do, like settling the Shasheng Sect for her. For instance, watching her make a few more friends, watching her slowly get better. Only after doing all this could she leave in peace.
But Wen Xianyin was very capable and knew the future direction. She would do all this well. Perhaps there would always be some regrets… wouldn’t there?
But as she was about to face the “truth” of everything, Yan Huirou’s anxious, wavering heart actually settled down. If time was short, she had to find a way to confess what she had done to Jiang Xidai. Perhaps then… whether Jiang Xidai wanted to save her or not would be another matter. But it was also good if she hated her; perhaps it could dilute much of the sorrow of parting.
“Jiang Xidai?” The tears in Yan Huirou’s palm were still falling. She turned over, and Jiang Xidai quickly pressed down on the wound on her waist.
“Don’t worry about the wound; it can’t be stopped anyway,” Yan Huirou extended her hand. “Hold me up.”
“Get up for what? You need to rest well.”
“No, I want to go to the cliff to watch the sunrise.” Yan Huirou softened her voice. “Just this once. I can’t always lie down; it’s very uncomfortable.”
“There’s no sunrise now.” Jiang Xidai wiped her eyes and looked at the sky. “…Only sunset.”
Yan Huirou consoled her, “It’s fine. After the sun sets, there will still be a sunrise.”
At the peak of Sunlit Peak, one could overlook a vast sea of clouds. Yan Huirou leaned against Jiang Xidai, wrapped in a blanket. The two snuggled on the edge of the cliff. The sky had darkened after the dim sunset, and it was unknown how long they would have to wait for the next sunrise.
“Sect Master, this time, if my physical body is destroyed,” Yan Huirou said softly, “don’t try to harm yourself. After all, the System won’t restart again.”
This sentence shattered Jiang Xidai’s last sliver of hope. Her face turned pale, exceptionally striking in the night.
“Don’t be sad yet. Listen to me…” Yan Huirou said, “Actually, I’ve hidden a lot from you. Do you have any inkling of it in your heart?”
“Whether you hide things from me or lie to me, as long as you are by my side…” She was rarely so vulnerable. In just a few words, tears fell again, unstoppable.
Yan Huirou extended a finger, poked under Jiang Xidai’s eyelid, and pressed firmly. “Stop crying. Actually, I lied to you. I’m not any female lead. The female lead no longer exists in this world.”
“Is it because I disrupted the plot?”
She was indeed the character with the highest self-awareness; she could clearly perceive this world. Yan Huirou watched her, a faint pride in her eyes. “No, it’s not because of that.”
“I want to tell you, I won’t truly die,” Yan Huirou said. “…After my memories awakened, I never said. Actually, I don’t belong here.”
“So even if I leave,” Yan Huirou said, “I can still see you. Although you might not be able to see me… the best outcome is, maybe I can occasionally come back to see you?”
Though this chance is a bit slim, Yan Huirou added inwardly.
Jiang Xidai was greatly comforted by this sentence. Normally, she would have had to ponder such a wild statement for a while. But Yan Huirou’s gentle voice and affirmative tone, and her desperation for the only straw to grasp while drowning—Jiang Xidai had to believe. She would rather believe that even if Yan Huirou died, she could live again.
Jiang Xidai was silent for a moment, even her breathing became much calmer. “You said you’re not the protagonist? Not even from this world? Then how did you get here?”
Yan Huirou said, “This is very complicated; it can’t be explained in a few words. It involves… the relationship between you and me.” She looked up at the stars. “It might have to start from a very, very long story. Are you willing to listen?”
“Speak,” Jiang Xidai quieted down.
Yan Huirou told her many things: about her childhood, her family, the general appearance of that world, and the level of technological development, sounding particularly verbose. She knew she was saying a lot of nonsense, but she could never get to the point.
Indeed, I’ve always been bad at telling stories…
Yan Huirou bit her lower lip, then slowly, like telling a fairy tale, she subtly mentioned some of the research content of the “Transmigration Bureau.”
The dark clouds happened to disperse that night, and the entire galaxy was as brilliant as jewels embedded in black velvet. It was also very similar to the three thousand sky lanterns they had accidentally encountered when they roamed the sky with Jiang Xidai that day.
The starry sky of the alternate world had not yet been polluted by industry. In her original world, such a pristine starry sky was already extremely rare.
“Jiang Xidai, I am your creator.”
When Yan Huirou said this, she had been looking at the stars, not because the starry sky was too dazzling to look away from. In fact, she didn’t dare to look at Jiang Xidai’s expression.