I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 116

The cultivation world endured five years of war, ending in utter defeat.
All cultivators, whether of the righteous path or demonic sects, had no choice but to submit to the Slaughter Sect.
Given the temperament of that woman, Jiang Xidai, they had expected to usher in an era of dark rule.
But what no one had anticipated was that in the very first year after the cultivation world was unified—
The master of the Slaughter Sect, Jiang Xidai, that terrifying demon lord whom countless prodigies had risked their lives to fight yet couldn’t harm a single hair on her head…
She passed into immortality.
This matter was first discovered by her senior disciple, Wen Xianyin.
After calling for the Sect Master for a long time with no response, Wen Xianyin ascended to the pavilion.
She found Jiang Xidai sitting upright with her eyes closed. Crimson Illumination was placed to her left, Golden Tower Jade Palace and A Ten-foot Soft Red were combined and placed to her right.
The senior disciple respectfully called for the Sect Master a dozen times and, seeing no movement, had no choice but to approach and examine her closely.
Upon inspection, Jiang Xidai had no breath, no pulse, sitting there silently like a statue.
Her expression was peaceful, her hand tightly clutching something, so tight that it had pierced her palm, which was drenched in blood.
Later, Wen Xianyin and the others spent a great deal of effort to pry open her hand.
They found that there was nothing special inside, just a fiery red, gold-painted wood-and-stone butterfly, looking very old.
What was unexpected was that as the butterfly emerged from her hand, it used its last sliver of spiritual energy to transform into a flesh-and-blood entity. It fluttered its wings and lingered by her temple for a moment, like a red flower pinned in a bride’s hair.
Then the red butterfly flew away, disappearing over the horizon, as if it had never been there.
The peak of the cultivation world had crumbled, and an era had come to an end.
Jiang Xidai had left behind countless blood debts, a mountain of lives. She had been reviled by the world, and she had been revered by it.
Later generations said she was a demoness of the demonic path, through and through; others felt that to live such a spectacular life was quite satisfying, a life well-lived.
There were also those who guessed that she had been trapped by love, unable to find release in her entire life.
But the world was full of opinions. What she was truly like, to she herself, had perhaps long ceased to be important.
Jiang Xidai opened her eyes again, reaching out to touch a transparent “stone slab.”
She watched as her body, like a projection, was reflected in this strange, transparent, round box, then gradually solidified, gained weight, and gracefully fell to the ground.
All around was a seawater-like liquid, but Jiang Xidai found that she could breathe freely within it.
This place… is strange.
The light was too bright and cold, and there were strange, bizarre objects made of some unknown black iron. All of this surrounded her.
There were… people in dark clothes, and people in light clothes. Among them, a young girl stood out the most.
Perhaps because of the two dark circles under her eyes, and her expression of fatigue mixed with relief, she was quite eye-catching.
Especially since she was leaning against that transparent “stone slab,” almost rudely pressing against it to observe Jiang Xidai.
The little girl let out a cry, excitedly pointing at her. “Her eyes are open? Quick, quick… check her body stats.”
Then she turned and began to poke at a colorful black board.
Jiang Xidai didn’t recognize anyone else, but that little girl’s cry was exceptionally loud.
She recognized her.
It was the System.
Later, Yan Huirou had summoned her out to speak once, and Jiang Xidai remembered this voice very clearly.
Jiang Xidai gazed at this human face, so carefully she didn’t even miss the coffee stains on her sleeve.
She sneered. “So it’s you, System. I thought you were some demon or monster, but you just look human.”
Chen Cha’an: “Uh…” Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, and she quickly introduced herself.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xidai interrupted her. “Is Yan Huirou with you?”
“She’s in the medical department next door, still lying in bed,” Chen Cha’an said. “Don’t be anxious. You can go see her after you’ve stabilized and she’s woken up…”
She turned her head and asked a staff member in a white coat, “Is she stable?”
“All the stats look normal, it’s just that her emotional fluctuations are a bit—”
“Ah!!”
Everyone cried out in alarm, discovering a crack on the glass of the transmission pod, which then completely shattered.
Chen Cha’an was utterly dumbfounded.
What did she just see…
That was bulletproof-grade glass.
And it was shattered by this woman with a single palm strike?
After the glass shattered, the nutrient solution that had been supplying Jiang Xidai gushed out, and the entire transmission room was about to become an ocean.
Chen Cha’an felt an extremely terrifying pressure. It wasn’t an aura that a modern person could feel; it was cold, bloodthirsty, and swift… as if she were in the wild, targeted by some large creature, her whole body trembling from head to toe.
In an instant, she felt herself slammed against a wall, her neck seized, her entire body almost lifted off the ground.
The woman was very close to her, still dripping with water, but it didn’t affect her terrifying attack speed at all. She slightly lowered her eyes.
“Take me, where is Yan Huirou?”
“Otherwise, this Seat will take your life!”
Chen Cha’an was almost suffocating. She trembled and said, “Medical department… turn right out the door, through a long corridor, the words are on it… wait, but you can’t go out like this! We haven’t done a detailed safety check on you, leaving the environment prematurely is very dangerous…”
Another sound, and Chen Cha’an felt herself thrown away. She even took a wretched mouthful of nutrient solution and fell into the mess on the floor.
“Damn…”
In a daze, she saw the woman, draped in dripping ancient clothes, stumbling as she ran out.
The staff who had come to their senses were in a state of chaos. They quickly helped Chen Cha’an up, while another pulled the research center’s alarm.
Red lights immediately filled the entire corridor, emitting a piercing alarm sound.
“All departments, be advised, a dangerous target has approached D7 area.”
“Dangerous. Organize evacuation!”
“Security system has been activated.”
Chen Cha’an couldn’t care less about any evacuation. She clutched her strained waist and stumbled toward D7 area.
I can’t… let her run amok in the research center. If she touches the bottom line of employee safety, this test subject, unprotected by human rights, will really be shot full of holes.
Yan Yan would definitely not want to see this.
Chen Cha’an didn’t want to either.
But by the time she had sprinted a hundred meters to D7 area, it was already too late.
The security robots deployed by the security system, fully armed and holding shields, had surrounded Jiang Xidai.
First warning.
Second warning.
The woman was still recklessly trying to break through.
“Stop!!” Chen Cha’an hid around a corner. “They’ll shoot after the third warning! It’s dangerous!”
At that moment, the dark muzzles of the guns were aimed at Jiang Xidai.
Jiang Xidai hadn’t seen such “hidden weapons” before. Her survival instinct from years of hovering on the brink of life and death made her tense up.
But she still walked forward slowly, cautious but firm.
Third warning.
The robot pulled the trigger.
Chen Cha’an’s eyes widened, her heart filled with despair.
But the next moment, as the guns fired in unison, she was completely stunned.
The red figure leaped nimbly, dodging about seven or eight bullets. Her reaction was a little faster than a feline’s, so fast she almost became an afterimage.
Jiang Xidai perfectly avoided the path of the shots. Using a “Z”-shaped movement, she quickly twisted the heads of three robots—coincidentally, the core chips were indeed in the head, which meant three of them were instantly scrapped.
Chen Cha’an’s mouth hung open. “…”
The remaining two robots sensed something was wrong, took out their shields to protect the chips, and activated their defense mode.
Their actions were not slow.
But the woman sneered lightly, lifted the handgun she had just snatched, and with a rather unpracticed shooting posture, without blinking, turned and fired twice at the robots’ heads.
Sparks flew, and all the chips were completely scrapped. The few massive machines froze and died.
Jiang Xidai threw the gun on the ground, kicked it away, and left.
Chen Cha’an touched her neck with lingering fear. She really had been worrying for nothing.
She can use a gun after such a short time? But is this combat power really human…
Should she be glad that Jiang Xidai hadn’t been serious with her just now?
Chen Cha’an trembled, hesitated for a moment, then cautiously followed, grabbing a handgun from a nearby robot for self-defense.
Jiang Xidai broke into the medical department. The staff had already been evacuated, and she didn’t see anyone along the way.
Her heart was uneasy, anxious because she couldn’t find Yan Huirou.
After all, nothing around her was familiar. Strangers, a strange environment… she didn’t know the names of anything, but it seemed, just like the original world, the things here were malicious towards her.
But she had no cultivation left, only some martial arts.
This discomfort made her feel extremely uneasy.
What if she ran into someone more powerful than those just now?
Jiang Xidai’s heart beat faster. Just as she turned a corner, another woman in a uniform suddenly appeared, reaching out to stop her.
Jiang Xidai retreated like a startled bird, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression alert.
She quickly grabbed a strange chair behind her (it even had wheels) and held it tightly.
“Looking for Yan Huirou?”
The middle-aged woman didn’t seem afraid to see her in this offensive posture. She touched her hair. A scar stretched from her cheek to her neck. Besides that, she didn’t look particularly fierce.
She leaned against the doorframe and pointed the way for Jiang Xidai. “I’m the one in charge here, my name is Cheng Guanying. Yan Huirou is in the third ward, she hasn’t woken up yet.”
Jiang Xidai walked past her slowly, moving towards the third ward. But she never let go of the weapon in her hand. She watched Cheng Guanying the whole time, her expression somewhat cold.
Cheng Guanying took a step back, indicating she was no threat.
After turning into that ward, Jiang Xidai saw clearly the person lying on the bed. Only then did the tightness in her hand relax a lot.
Yan Huirou lay peacefully on the pristine white hospital bed. She wore a patient’s gown, looking much thinner and paler than Jiang Xidai had imagined.
But her scholarly face, along with the small mole at the corner of her eye, broke through five years of blurry memories, clearly appearing before her, bringing with it a long-lost warmth.
“…Yan Huirou.”
Jiang Xidai stopped, looking at her sleeping form, and didn’t move forward, as if she were a traveler shy of home.