I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 13

Her eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, and it was a great effort just to lift them.
Yan Huirou managed a slight movement of her wrist, realizing that feeling was gradually returning to her numb limbs.
She forced her eyes open. Dark shadows swam before her. She opened and closed them a few times until a sliver of light finally broke through.
Where… is this?
Her hands were bound tightly behind her back. There were two people on either side of her, and two more behind them, looking like the disciples who had abducted her.
“That child is awake,” a woman’s voice said.
“Pavilion Lord Zhan is truly a brilliant strategist,” another man’s voice complimented. “With such a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain, that demoness would never have expected that while we appeared to be rescuing Li Xinghe, our true target was this girl.”
“Is that so, Sect Master of the Qingxu Sect.” The woman’s voice was cold, emphasizing those words. “If we lose her again, there won’t be another opportunity this good. This child is very important, the key to dealing with Jiang Xidai.”
The Qingxu Sect Master gave a few hollow laughs, agreeing verbally. Then he probed, “Pavilion Lord Zhan, that boy you took in, Li Xinghe, is from the Lingshan Sect. Logically speaking, he is the disciple of Daoist Yuanbai… That Emotion Burning Art… does he know nothing of it?”
Zhan Ke said, “The Lingshan Sect was a prestigious and righteous sect, tragically slaughtered by the demoness in a moment of carelessness. It is my Lanyue Pavilion’s duty to take in the only remaining descendant of the Lingshan Sect. Is the Sect Master misunderstanding something?”
She had deftly deflected the question, pushing it right back at him.
The old man also smiled and immediately fell silent, only stroking his beard and nodding. Inwardly, however, he cursed, What an act—if it weren’t for the possibility that the boy Li Xinghe might know the cultivation method of the Emotion Burning Art, would she, Zhan Ke, have been so kind? Bah!
If she were so kind, she wouldn’t have pretended to rescue Li Xinghe while actually abducting Yan Huirou from the Shasheng Sect.
With everyone in the world pursuing this rare cultivation art, who could bear to let such an opportunity slip away?
Yan Huirou knelt on the ground and gently raised her head, looking forward.
At that moment, the two of them glanced her way but said nothing to her, as if they were looking at a cold, inanimate object.
There was no hostility in their gazes, but also no concern.
“You…” Yan Huirou had just started to speak when the ropes on her hands were pulled tighter.
The disciple on her left said, “Shut up.”
Seeing this, the disciple on her right performed a spell.
A faint halo of light spread out before her, perfectly enveloping Yan Huirou.
This barrier seemed to block out sound. Yan Huirou struggled to lift her head and could only see the mouths of the two people in the distance moving, but she couldn’t hear what they were discussing.
Judging from the architecture, this should be Lanyue Pavilion. Lanyue Pavilion was situated on a high peak, taking its name from the meaning of “reaching up to the ninth heaven to grasp the moon,” giving it a rather aloof and extraordinary air. The woman before her, dressed in simple yet elegant clothes, had the emblem of Lanyue Pavilion on her belt. She must be the Pavilion Lord.
The other one, Yan Huirou recognized with a frown, was the Sect Master of the Qingxu Sect—the one who had locked her in the cave prison.
The Shasheng Sect had been attacked, and she herself had been abducted.
It seemed this was premeditated.
I wonder about Sect Master Jiang…
Yan Huirou was worried, but she knew it was useless. Her shoulders were pressed down even harder, and she could almost hear her bones creak. She endured it and lowered her head.
The two people who were talking simultaneously closed their mouths, their expressions growing serious as they looked outside.
Zhan Ke drew her sword and took a few slow steps back.
A silent stillness persisted.
For some reason, Yan Huirou’s heart suddenly began to pound, thumping loudly. She felt the ground beneath her vibrating, in sync with her own heartbeat.
In the dead silence, the light of the barrier froze forever in that moment.
Crack—
A deafening roar suddenly erupted in her long-silent ears. The huge explosion nearly deafened her.
The barrier disintegrated into dust, and along with it, several of the pillars supporting Lanyue Pavilion also turned to dust—
Yes, they weren’t broken in half, but simply vanished into a wisp of light smoke.
Half of the roof collapsed like a thousand-pound weight, rumbling and shaking the earth.
The pressure on Yan Huirou’s shoulders disappeared, replaced by warm blood that suddenly splattered onto her cheeks, drenching her head and face, making it almost impossible to breathe.
“Cough…” Before she could react, an arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her and forcing her to stand up straight.
Then, a cold longsword was swiftly placed against her neck.
Zhan Ke held Yan Huirou hostage with one hand and said, “Don’t move. Stand firm.”
She looked up at the highest peak of Lanyue Pavilion.
Half the mountain had already collapsed, almost reduced to ruins.
Only a nine-story pagoda, a library built on the highest peak of Lanyue Pavilion, was still teetering precariously.
On the spire of the pagoda stood the figure of a woman.
The woman held an embroidered white umbrella, looking down at the sect masters and others. She was splattered with blood, as if she had fought her way up. The blood stained her red robes in patches of light and dark, but it did not detract from her beauty. The corners of her robes billowed in the wind like the tail feathers of a crimson phoenix.
“Old man of the Qingxu Sect? It’s you again.” Jiang Xidai frowned. “Hand over the person.”
The lingering sound of her voice, filled with an oppressive aura, spread from all directions.
The Qingxu Sect Master’s heart trembled. He felt an inexplicable fear just looking at the woman and turned to Zhan Ke. “How did she get up here so quickly? Didn’t you say—”
Zhan Ke smiled and cut him off in a low voice, “Sect Master, what can we do? The demoness’s strength is formidable. Even Lanyue Pavilion’s Star-Shifting Grand Array couldn’t trap her. I suppose I underestimated her.”
“You’ve known each other for so many years!” the Sect Master said angrily. “How could you not know her capabilities? Pavilion Lord Zhan, this is a matter of life and death! Didn’t you say you were completely certain? Don’t you even care about your own life?!”
Zhan Ke sneered inwardly. If she had been completely certain, they should have captured the demoness during the siege by the four great sects all those years ago.
Why would they have waited until now?
This was just a last resort, a risky move. She hadn’t put much effort into setting up the formation at all.
This old man, so eager to not share the spoils, had readily agreed to her plan. He was so blinded by greed it was laughably foolish.
As she calculated in her mind, she tightened her grip on Yan Huirou and gave a perfunctory reply, her attitude completely different from before.
The Qingxu Sect Master suddenly understood. He had fallen for this woman’s trick! He regretted not having taken hold of Yan Huirou himself. Was it too late now?
He stared intently at Yan Huirou, drew his sword, and thrust it towards Zhan Ke, while his other hand reached for the girl.
If so, that girl would be the only thing Jiang Xidai would be wary of!
Unfortunately, although Jiang Xidai was high up on the tower, her movements were faster than his.
She threw her umbrella into the distance. It spun rapidly, and the hibiscus flowers embroidered on the white silk surface seemed to come to life, the blood-red color blooming vibrantly.
Blood sprayed into the air in front of Yan Huirou and Zhan Ke. When it fell, it was in pieces. Three or four misshapen chunks of a corpse tumbled to the ground. The Daoist robes were still tightly wrapped around them, not loosened in the slightest, a testament to the speed, precision, and ruthlessness of the cut.
The smell of blood grew thicker, spreading through the air.
Yan Huirou’s vision blurred at the sight. Her stomach churned, and she felt as if it were pressing against the back of her throat, ready to force her to vomit at any moment.
The umbrella spun gracefully in a circle and flew back up, caught by a pale hand. It was opened again and rested on her shoulder, looking particularly graceful.
“Ah Ke.” The red-robed beauty seemed completely oblivious to the bloody scene before her. She leaned against her umbrella, her expression softening.
“I told you before not to get involved with these people. Last time too. These so-called righteous people are adept at bewitching people’s hearts, being two-faced. He was just about to make a move on you. Did you see?”
“Return Yan Huirou to me,” Jiang Xidai said. “I have some use for her by my side.”
Zhan Ke smiled and probed subtly, “She’s just a little girl with no cultivation. What use could she be?”
“Anything the Shasheng Sect takes, whether it’s an object or a person—as long as I haven’t decided to throw it away, no one else has the right to take it. But for your sake, I won’t pursue the matter further.”
“Or perhaps, you want to end up like this too?” That pair of peach blossom eyes glanced meaningfully at the ground, as if she were making a joke.
But Zhan Ke found it hard to see it as a joke. She looked down at the pieces of the Qingxu Sect Master’s corpse. Although she was prepared for this, and it was part of her plan—she had long wanted to use Jiang Xidai’s hand to get rid of him—she couldn’t help but feel a chill in her heart.
No matter how foolish he was, he was still the master of a sect, just a little weaker than his peers in terms of cultivation. Yet he had died so cleanly at Jiang Xidai’s hands, as light as a feather, without even a dying cry.
Jiang Xidai hadn’t even looked at him.
Just how powerful has this woman become?
Such talent was truly terrifying and enviable. But Zhan Ke did not show it. Her brow relaxed, as if she had accepted it as a joke.
Jiang Xidai’s gaze circled around her, then fell on Yan Huirou. At this moment, Zhan Ke and Yan Huirou were standing very close.
Jiang Xidai’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly. “Is this girl… very important to you?”
“Not really. We’ve only met once.” Pavilion Lord Zhan thought for a moment and answered tactfully. She couldn’t afford to anger Jiang Xidai now, unless it was absolutely necessary.
Hearing this, the red-robed beauty opposite her did not press for the truth. Her brow relaxed, and she seemed visibly pleased.
Jiang Xidai raised her umbrella and gracefully took a step forward.
But Zhan Ke cautiously took a small step back.
Jiang Xidai’s gaze froze. She subconsciously raised her sleeve and wiped the blood from her face. Only after it was clean did she curve her eyes into a smile again. “Don’t be afraid. As long as you don’t get involved with them anymore and don’t provoke me for no reason, I won’t hurt you like last time.”
A flash of hatred passed through Zhan Ke’s eyes. She lowered her lashes slightly. When she looked up again, she said amicably, “Giving this girl to you is naturally fine. But she is, after all, a member of the Qingxu Sect. It is not right for her to stay in the Shasheng Sect.”
“Let’s be honest. How about we trade her for the Emotion Burning Art?” Pavilion Lord Zhan lowered her voice. “Consider it a deal between you and me. From now on, Lanyue Pavilion will not be an enemy of the Shasheng Sect.”
Jiang Xidai had been smiling, her eyes curved. But upon hearing this, the charming arc of her smile froze, and her smile gradually faded.
“Emotion Burning Art?”
Zhan Ke said, “If there is anyone in this world who can restrain you, it is this girl in my hands. Sect Master Jiang, this is a very good deal.”
Yan Huirou was slightly taken aback. Her?
She was practically powerless. How could she possibly restrain Sect Master Jiang? Could there be some kind of astrological incompatibility between them?
“When have I ever refused you? I’ve already given it to you,” Jiang Xidai frowned.
Speaking of this, Jiang Xidai had indeed told her, but it was just the ordinary cultivation method. It was plain and steady, with no miraculous effects. The number one cultivation art in the world, the Emotion Burning Art, couldn’t possibly be so simple.
Zhan Ke didn’t believe her. This woman seemed gentle and affectionate towards her, but in reality, she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, not to be trusted. They had known each other for so many years, yet she had never managed to get a single reliable piece of information out of her. This showed that her mind was not as simple as her face suggested, nor as sweet as her gentle words.
After all, as the master of a sect, one needed to have some cunning. It was normal to keep secrets.
“In that case, I’m afraid I really can’t obey.” Zhan Ke still smiled kindly, but her expression gradually grew cold.
“Why.”
Jiang Xidai wrapped a lock of her dark hair around her finger, her eyes still fixed on the woman opposite her. “You always refuse to believe me.”
“Forget it.”
She wound it a few times, then let it go out of boredom and grasped the handle of her umbrella. “But Yan Huirou, I am definitely taking her with me.”