I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 12

“Miss Yan.”
“You may rise.”
Before Qionghua Hall, the sky was clear and cloudless. The bright sunlight shone down, casting a shadow in front of the kneeling young woman.
That slender shadow remained motionless, still kneeling perfectly straight.
A thin sheen of sweat was on Yan Huirou’s forehead. She dabbed at it with a handkerchief and politely declined, “No, thank you, Senior Sister Wen. I’ll kneel for a little longer. I disturbed the Sect Master’s mood by wandering around today. She seemed to be angry.”
Wen Xianyin opened her mouth, thinking to herself, It was clearly the Sect Master’s order for you to get up.
But Jiang Xidai had just instructed her—Do not say this was my order.
After several attempts to persuade her, Wen Xianyin could only obediently close her mouth. She stood beside Yan Huirou, silently watching as the sun gradually set in the west, the shadow on the ground turning in a circle.
Wen Xianyin held onto a sliver of hope. The Sect Master manages countless affairs every day; surely she doesn’t have the mind to pay attention to whether Yan Huirou is kneeling or not. After Miss Yan gets up, I’ll just apply a bit more scar-fading ointment for her, and the Sect Master won’t be able to tell.
But as dusk approached, a voice echoed in her sea of consciousness. Wen Xianyin, who had been dozing off while waiting, was suddenly startled awake.
—“Why is that girl still kneeling?”
It was from the Sect Master. Her tone was nonchalant, but it seemed to be a question.
Wen Xianyin’s legs weakened, and she almost fell to her knees. She looked around but found the Sect Master was not beside her. Then she stood up again, an alarm bell ringing in her mind.
So the Sect Master has been paying this much attention to Miss Yan. I really did underestimate it. I shouldn’t be so hopeful next time.
Without another word, Wen Xianyin reached out and pulled Yan Huirou up by the arm.
Yan Huirou was stunned. “Senior… Senior Sister Wen?”
“There’s no need to kneel anymore. Go back and rest.” Wen Xianyin looked at Miss Yan’s clear eyes and hinted tactfully, “I think the Sect Master has seen your sincerity and should not be angry anymore.”
“Really?”
Yan Huirou raised a hand and wiped her cheek again.
It was nothing else, just that Jiang Xidai had suddenly said nothing today and had only stared at her.
This time, she had stared for a bit too long. And those peach blossom eyes were extremely captivating, her eyelashes long and curled.
Looking back into those eyes, she always felt as if Sect Master Jiang wanted to swallow her whole.
The term felt rather indecent in her mind. Even though it was between women, Yan Huirou still felt a little embarrassed—after all, being watched so carefully and intently would make anyone feel uncomfortable, even a stranger. It was very normal.
But she had never thought that the moment this thought appeared, Jiang Xidai would seem to become displeased; Yan Huirou had certainly not expected Jiang Xidai to be so sensitive.
So Yan Huirou could only kneel here obediently, hoping to lessen Jiang Xidai’s displeasure.
For some reason, however, Senior Sister Wen beside her was treating her with even more reverence, so polite that she dared not even touch her too much.
After helping Yan Huirou up, Wen Xianyin quickly let go of her hand. “Miss Yan, can you still walk?”
“It’s fine,” Yan Huirou said politely. “I can go back on my own. There’s no need to trouble Senior Sister.”
Wen Xianyin said, “It’s no trouble.”
Although she maintained a polite distance from her, Wen Xianyin still diligently accompanied Yan Huirou back to Bright Moon Pavilion, only leaving with peace of mind after handing her over to Bi Luo.
Inside Bright Moon Pavilion, the evening breeze carried the delicate fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
Yan Huirou stood in the courtyard and glanced towards the window of Qionghua Hall. The window was slightly ajar, but the woman who had been leaning against it was gone.
The door to Bright Moon Pavilion had just been closed when another set of hurried footsteps approached.
Bi Luo went to open the door and found that it was Wen Xianyin, who had returned after leaving.
Wen Xianyin stuffed a clattering package into Bi Luo’s arms. “…Wound medicine from the Sect Master. She said Yan Huirou’s knees hurt.”
Bi Luo was stunned. “Ah?”
Wen Xianyin frowned. “The Sect Master said you must make sure her pain is gone tonight, understand?”
“Yes, I… I’ll go apply the medicine for Miss Yan right now.” Bi Luo took the medicine, closed the door, and then shut her mouth in shock.
After her bath, Yan Huirou, her hair still wet, was pressed into a chair by Bi Luo. The hem of her skirt was lifted, revealing a pair of bruised purple knees.
“I really didn’t expect it.”
“That our Sect Master is actually such a gentle person.”
Bi Luo clicked her tongue in amazement. She dipped her finger in the high-quality ointment, brought it to her nose, and sniffed the fragrant scent. “Miss Yan, this is very expensive. It seems to be what the Sect Master usually uses for herself.”
Yan Huirou was a little hesitant. “Is that so?”
Then she must not be angry anymore.
“Yes,” Bi Luo said, clapping her hands together with a knowing look, her eyebrows raised. “She treats you extremely well. I haven’t been working at the Shasheng Sect for long, but I know that the Sect Master has rarely cared for anyone so much. Sending medicine after a punishment is completely unheard of.”
“What is she usually like?” Yan Huirou was curious about the impression Jiang Xidai left on the sect’s disciples.
The young girl said innocently, “Miss Yan, you mustn’t tell anyone outside. I think… I think the Sect Master can be quite fierce sometimes.”
She continued to rub Yan Huirou’s knees. “But…”
“I heard that several of the righteous sects are now fighting like dragons and tigers, all wanting to be the top sect in the world. So everyone is racking their brains, trying to get their hands on that Emotion Burning Art.”
Bi Luo’s hand paused slightly. “At first, it was rumored that this ultimate cultivation art was out in the world. Wherever the legend pointed, the flames of war would follow. And when those people fight, they only send us ordinary disciples to the front lines. They don’t care about our lives at all.”
“If the Sect Master hadn’t taken me in, I’m afraid I would have died in the sect conflicts long ago. And she always fights her battles alone, never using us junior disciples as cannon fodder.”
Bi Luo smiled. “To be able to live well in this world is already extremely lucky. For that alone, Bi Luo will stay in the Shasheng Sect for a lifetime, just following her.”
It was a simple wish. Jiang Xidai might not have intended it, but she had indeed sheltered some people.
Yan Huirou couldn’t help but be a little touched by this and nodded.
However, she didn’t seem very used to being served. She took the medicine bottle with one hand. “…You’re younger than me. It’s better if I do these things myself.”
But Bi Luo said, “Hey, hey—” She snatched the bottle back. “Miss Yan is a precious person in the Sect Master’s eyes. I must do what she has instructed me to do well.”
The ointment was indeed very good. It felt cool and refreshing when applied to her knees, and after a little rubbing, the bruises slowly began to fade.
Unable to refuse Bi Luo’s enthusiasm, Yan Huirou could only sit obediently, clutching the hem of her dress.
Having been in a confined space for so long, she disliked being indoors. So even though it was getting late, she still moved a chair to sit outside.
The sky was full of twinkling stars. Yan Huirou tilted her head up slightly, counting them one by one. She was tired from kneeling today and felt weary. She lowered her lashes, watching hazily as Bi Luo’s shadow swayed back and forth before her.
In the quiet night wind, there was a sudden rustling sound, and a crackling noise came from the distance.
“…Quick…”
“…How did… this happen…”
The voices of people grew more numerous, their footsteps hurried.
“…Come quickly…”
“Fire!”
Yan Huirou opened her eyes, half-awake. “What happened?”
Bi Luo replied, “Maybe something caught fire. I don’t know who was so careless with fire. But it shouldn’t be able to burn its way over here.”
Fire?
Yan Huirou got up and pushed the door open.
By now, the sky was completely dark. The light in the distance illuminated a corner of the Shasheng Sect in red.
Since the place was mostly built of wood, she could hear the faint sound of crackling in the distance. Then there was another burst of flames, and the fire grew brighter. A building seemed to have caught fire.
That direction…
Yan Huirou’s brow furrowed. Isn’t that the direction of the dungeon?
Faintly, there was more than just the sound of crackling and the whistling wind. There were also the clamorous voices of a crowd, and in a few gusts of wind, Yan Huirou even heard the clash of weapons.
Bi Luo’s expression also grew serious. She pursed her lips. “Miss Yan, come here. It sounds like an enemy attack. Don’t go out.”
Yan Huirou closed the door, shutting out the noisy sounds.
She stared at the light in the loft of Qionghua Hall. The lamp that had been lit a moment ago was now extinguished.
A dark figure flipped over the wall of Bright Moon Pavilion. Bi Luo tensed, quickly pulling Yan Huirou behind her. She only half-relaxed after seeing that the person was a disciple of the sect.
“What’s going on outside?” she asked.
“An enemy attack.” The dark figure was a shadow guard of the sect, specializing in movement techniques to deliver messages within the Shasheng Sect. “There was a fire near the dungeon that lit up two buildings. Then a group of people charged in from somewhere, and from the looks of it, they’re here to rescue someone. The situation is very strange. The Sect Master has already gone over.”
“Rescue someone?” Bi Luo said, surprised. “Who has the gall to cause trouble on our Shasheng Sect’s territory? Aren’t they afraid that our Sect Master will fly into a rage and slaughter them all!”
The Shasheng Sect’s dungeon—Yan Huirou had just accidentally been there today. She knew that almost no one was ever imprisoned there, except for that one young man who had just displeased Jiang Xidai.
She had heard he was a disciple of Lanyue Pavilion. Perhaps they were here to rescue him.
But in the end, this had nothing to do with her, so she didn’t think much of it.
After reporting the message, the dark figure vanished in a flash.
Now that she knew the situation, Bi Luo was not as tense as before. She even comforted her, “It’s alright, Miss Yan. The Sect Master has already gone over, so even if…”
Yan Huirou looked up and saw another dark figure flip over the wall. What message could it be that requires another report? she wondered. Perhaps Bi Luo was thinking the same thing.
However, before the thought could even finish, Yan Huirou suddenly felt her vision blur, and her entire body was yanked away.
She heard Bi Luo’s cry of alarm, and then a sudden silence.
Bi Luo?
Yan Huirou’s heart tensed. She looked back and saw the figure of the green-robed girl lying limply on the ground.
Her own hands were tied, and a sudden feeling of weightlessness overcame her. In just a moment, she was already high in the air!
“Who are you?” Yan Huirou couldn’t move at all. After regaining consciousness, her eyes were covered with a black silk cloth. “Why have you abducted me?”
No one answered her.
She only felt herself being carried. Someone poked her in the neck, and a numbing sensation spread throughout her body. Yan Huirou then fainted.