I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 111

And on the other side.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhan Ke stirred in the rubble. Her consciousness returned, her mouth covered in blood. Jiang Xidai’s strike had missed its mark, not hitting her fully, but it had still almost cost her half her life.
But what was more fatal was… the Dragon Spring Sword. She had accidentally stabbed Yan Huirou, and because of the woman’s rebound effect, it had also slashed open a wound on her—right on her waist. It was a very, very shallow cut, but it was destined never to heal.
When Zhan Ke came to her senses, her fingers slowly loosened, feeling a bit cold. She didn’t even have the strength to push away a piece of carved wood lying across her body. A figure walked towards her, graceful and proper, the tip of their sword touching the wooden plank and flipping it over.
Is… is she here?
The pressure on her chest instantly disappeared, and Zhan Ke’s breathing became easier. She closed her eyes wearily. “Minting? Why are you here…”
Xie Minting stood silently before her, finally asking, “Are you alright, Zhan Ke.”
“I…” As Zhan Ke spoke, more blood welled up from her mouth. She raised a hand to stop it. “I’m fine.”
“You were wounded by that Dragon Spring Sword? It’s irreversible. Is that considered fine?” Xie Minting said softly.
Zhan Ke’s face paled for a moment. She subconsciously covered the wound on her waist, remaining silent, perhaps contemplating a remedy.
A rustling sound came from in front of her. The woman in a dark blue Taoist robe brushed aside the blood-stained hair from her cheek. “Zhan Ke, are you afraid of death?”
Zhan Ke raised her hand and clutched her wrist.
“Then, what about those who died because of you, those you schemed to death, and the fellow cultivators who died because you incited Jiang Xidai?” Xie Minting looked at her calmly. “Do you think those people were afraid of death?”
At these words, Zhan Ke’s expression froze. Her eyelashes trembled. “What are you talking about…”
Xie Minting took out a stack of sect scrolls from her sleeve. She didn’t deliberately humiliate her, but placed them neatly in front of Zhan Ke. “Before you became the Pavilion Lord, your senior brother, your master, and some elders and inner sect stewards, twelve people died. It was recorded that the demonic witch, Jiang Xidai, was the culprit.”
“And two junior sisters, your master’s new disciples, died after you became the Pavilion Lord. These were also committed by Jiang Xidai.”
Zhan Ke: “…She killed them all. It was already investigated at the time. There were traces of assassination… Jiang Xidai never disdains to cover her tracks.”
“This Seat knows. But Jiang Xidai had no grudge against them,” Xie Minting asked. “What was her motive? Was it because of your words?”
“What motive could that demoness have?” Zhan Ke curled her lip. “She’s always been reckless.”
“Then why did you admit it? Right after your disciple died—in your conversation with Jiang Xidai,” Xie Minting said coldly. “I was standing right outside. I couldn’t have misheard, could I?”
Zhan Ke was stunned. She said in disbelief, “You…”
“Don’t be surprised. It was Yan Huirou who sent the message.” Xie Minting said, “I have some dealings with her. The Haoran Sect’s birds can carry messages between us. She suddenly sent me an urgent message, and when I arrived, I happened to overhear your conversation.”
“…” Zhan Ke moved, her breathing becoming heavier, her mind seemingly unsettled.
Seeing this, Xie Minting opened the other scrolls and said slowly, “Let’s talk about other things. The Qingxu Sect Master?”
Zhan Ke sneered. “Was he a good person? He was the main culprit who locked up Yan Huirou.”
“Indeed, he was also corrupt,” Xie Minting laid her palm flat on the scroll. “But when Yan Huirou was imprisoned in the cave, didn’t you go there? You even set up a barrier around it to prevent her from escaping. The traces of those spells, though old, can still be recognized if one looks carefully.”
“Including your disciple, whom you sacrificed in a formation. Was it to seize his opportunities?”
Zhan Ke lowered her eyes and said nothing.
“And many other people, many other things. I won’t waste words on them one by one. You should know in your heart how many innocent people you killed using Jiang Xidai’s sword in those years.” Xie Minting said faintly, “You keep saying that demoness is hateful, but what about you? My guess is, you two were indeed close for a time, and it’s true she helped you kill people, but not for long. Later, you realized her notorious reputation was detrimental to your standing in the Immortal Alliance—so you decisively threw her away. To clear your name, you even took the lead in rallying to kill Jiang Xidai, making her the infamous demon lord of the world.”
Xie Minting frowned. “Although Jiang Xidai is no saint either, your actions are truly heartbreaking.”
“When did you start suspecting me?”
“Actually, a long time ago,” Xie Minting said. “After all, Jiang Xidai’s attitude and what you said were quite hard to reconcile. But before finding concrete evidence, I always preferred to believe you.”
Zhan Ke’s breathing gradually calmed. A thin layer of tears welled in her eyes. She looked up and said, “…Minting, then why are you now willing to believe them? You have no idea why I planned the death of the Qingxu Sect Master.”
“Why?” Xie Minting asked.
“For you,” a clear tear rolled down from the corner of Zhan Ke’s eye. “He coveted your Haoran Sect’s spiritual energy and even wanted to conspire with me…”
“And Jiang Xidai slaughtered the entire Lingshan Sect—her crimes are numerous; she should have died long ago. Everything I did, though with some faults, was within reason.”
Xie Minting looked at her silently. “How ridiculous. For me?”
The woman’s pale face leaned against the ground, her exquisite features covered in tears, her eyes still red. “I… like you.”
Hearing this, Xie Minting lowered her eyes and smiled, while Zhan Ke looked at her with some confusion. “You don’t like me,” Xie Minting shook her head. “Zhan Ke, the look in the eyes of someone who likes another is not like yours.”
A chill spread through Zhan Ke’s heart. She clutched Xie Minting’s hand, her lips moved, and more blood fell. “No… it’s true, why don’t you believe me?”
“After you cast Jiang Xidai aside, calculating the time, you started to show favor to me.” Xie Minting said word by word, “This is a diversion. How is that liking someone?”
“And Jiang Xidai didn’t even threaten you much,” Xie Minting pressed the tip of her sword against her cheek. “A cautious person like you, yet you went all in with such a reckless method, painstakingly planning, time and time again, just to kill her… when it was completely unnecessary.”
“You could have completely compromised, pretended to be in a difficult position, and remained on good terms with her privately. That way, you could have used her even more thoroughly.” Xie Minting frowned and asked, “What were you in a hurry for? Were you worried you were falling in love with a woman you weren’t proud of?”
“…Are you insane?” Zhan Ke suddenly cursed coldly. “Xie Minting, I feel sick just seeing her. I endured for five or six hundred years, and I can finally tear off the pretense. What’s the difference between sooner or later?”
Hate, mixed with love, a baffling hatred. Xie Minting didn’t get angry at her. She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and wiped the blood from Zhan Ke’s cheek. The woman, however, turned her head away, her chest still rising and falling slightly.
Xie Minting straightened her collar. After a long while, Zhan Ke’s breath weakened. “You’re wrong. From beginning to end, I just love myself more.”
That’s better than not loving oneself.
Look at Jiang Xidai… even with her powerful strength, she lived such a pitiful life… just a piece of trash…
Suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen, her eyes widened slightly. “Xie Minting…”
The heavy, crimson-gold sword had accurately pierced through Zhan Ke’s dantian. The speed was so fast that she only felt a moment of pain, and then nothing. The strength in her body slowly drained away. More blood gushed out.
Zhan Ke murmured, “We were colleagues… you wouldn’t…”
“We were colleagues,” Xie Minting said, maintaining the sword in her hand, closing her eyes. “So I’m sending you off cleanly.”
The crimson-gold heavy sword was pulled out, and Zhan Ke’s vision was filled with blood. Ironically, the demonic witch she had hated had never killed her, despite having many opportunities. But the righteous light she had chosen to like ended her life with a single sword strike, without a hint of hesitation.
The blood before her eyes was like a curtain being drawn at the end of a play, a very familiar red. It was a bit… like that very clumsy piece of embroidery, bright red, where it was impossible to tell if it was a dragon or a phoenix. Zhan Ke had once noticed the several needle pricks on the woman’s hand. Jiang Xidai had been carefully hiding them. How strange, no one would feel sorry for her.
Zhan Ke never thought she would see this scene. She suddenly felt a pang of panic, not knowing if it was regret or something else, or perhaps an unwillingness to die just like that.
The unwillingness in her heart grew stronger. She struggled to get up, at least to stab that wretch Xie Minting. Her five fingers clawed hideous bloodstains on the ground. But it was useless. No matter how she gathered her spiritual energy, her dantian was already shattered. Useless…
The struggles faded away like scattered sand, slowly returning to tranquility. The blood color gradually faded. Xie Minting’s hand gently brushed over her eyes, and she finally returned to an eternal, silent darkness.
Xie Minting stood up, not looking at the woman lying in the ruins again. She took the two divine artifacts left behind and sealed them in her storage ring. These two items were incredibly powerful and harmful to oneself and others. It was better if they never saw the light of day again.
She wiped the blood off her heavy sword and left Lanyue Pavilion step by step. Due to Jiang Xidai’s breakout, the disciples of the Four Great Righteous Sects had suffered heavy casualties. Dead bodies could be seen almost everywhere in this place.
Xie Minting leaned on her sword. Zhan Ke was dead. As a friend of so many years, finally discovering the undeniable crimes, she didn’t regret her actions, but it was still quite painful.
But right now, someone else must be in more pain. The young girl from the Shasheng Sect… her hand was also wounded by that divine artifact. It was likely just as irreversible. With Jiang Xidai’s level of concern for little Yan, the entire Immortal Sect would likely not be peaceful anymore.
Xie Minting seemed to smell the scent of blood. Her heart tightened, and she turned to leave. She had to protect the disciples of her sect; she couldn’t relax for a moment.