I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 14

Jiang Xidai tightened her grip on the umbrella.
Yan Huirou could clearly feel Zhan Ke tense up at the same time.
Although the two of them stood still, there was a silent, oppressive feeling in the air, as if a drop of thick ink had fallen into the air and was gradually spreading.
Yan Huirou had never practiced any martial arts. She couldn’t break free from her bonds and could only lean stiffly against Zhan Ke, feeling the cold blade against her neck, a chilling sensation that felt as if it could slice down at any moment.
A red shadow flickered before her eyes, and a blood-red blade shot out, slicing through the air beside her ear, grazing Yan Huirou’s hair as it passed.
Clang—
Zhan Ke, holding Yan Huirou with her left hand, dodged the sudden sword strike at the last possible moment. The sword that had been at Yan Huirou’s neck was moved away, turning to engage in a fight with Jiang Xidai.
Yan Huirou was dizzy from being swung around. Her vision was filled with the glint of blades, and her cheeks stung from the passing sword energy. She would catch glimpses of a red shadow flashing by, and hear the whoosh of sword energy from time to time.
A sense of weightlessness suddenly overcame her again, and before she could even adjust, she was back on the ground—
In short, she felt nauseous.
The soft sword was still like a snake, even more alive in Jiang Xidai’s palm. It was still her old style—never defending, always attacking, with ruthless and vicious moves.
“I don’t understand.”
Amidst the clash of swords, those peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, seeming to become sharper.
“Why do you always refuse to believe me and insist on being an enemy of the Shasheng Sect?”
When Jiang Xidai was focused, Zhan Ke found it truly difficult to withstand her fierce attacks.
Even looking at all the living cultivators in the world, there was probably no one who could defeat Jiang Xidai in a one-on-one fight.
She never had any intention of winning against her.
Not last time, and not this time either.
Zhan Ke deflected another of her sword strikes, her wrist aching from the impact. The woman’s swordsmanship was truly exquisite. Even in just a few short exchanges, it was stunning. She was a huge threat.
Either she had to get the Emotion Burning Art, or she had to kill this demon lord and become famous throughout the world, which would then allow her to secure the position of leader of the Immortal Alliance.
It was very difficult to… kill her.
But today, she was fighting alone. Although Jiang Xidai’s style was ruthless, she wasn’t pushing as hard as she had last time.
Besides, she had Yan Huirou in her hands.
Seeing how things are, I have to try.
Zhan Ke calculated in her mind, her fighting style becoming more and more conservative. She protected Yan Huirou from being snatched away while constantly using her as a shield.
As she had expected, Jiang Xidai’s swordsmanship was swift and she never held back. Once she made a move, it was easy to injure both her opponent and herself.
In a close-quarters fight, it was hard for the stray sword energy from the blood-red sword not to hit Yan Huirou.
The fair skin was cut, and the effect was simultaneously reflected back onto Jiang Xidai.
Gradually, the red robes became more and more soaked, with more and more dark red patches.
What Zhan Ke hadn’t expected, however, was that Jiang Xidai, despite being injured, fought with even greater intensity. Her swordsmanship became even more fierce, showing no signs of retreat. It was as if the smell of blood had excited the woman before her.
Zhan Ke struggled to hold on against her, only managing to drag out the fight.
This battle between the two of them lasted for a very long time.
Perhaps half an hour, perhaps an hour.
No one could remember exactly how long.
And Yan Huirou had already fainted from the violent jostling.
The jade crown holding up Zhan Ke’s hair was knocked off by Jiang Xidai’s sword. Her long hair fell loose, momentarily blocking her vision.
In this fight, she had been hit by Jiang Xidai’s sword at least seven or eight times. Her bones felt like they were about to fall apart.
Jiang Xidai’s sword shot out, aiming for her shoulder. Zhan Ke raised her sword to block, and with a crisp clang—for some reason, at that moment, Zhan Ke suddenly grabbed Jiang Xidai’s sleeve and pulled her back. The distance between them closed in an instant, so close they could almost hear each other breathe.
Zhan Ke’s lips were already covered in blood, which dripped down her chin. She said softly, “After all these years, you still haven’t changed.”
“I haven’t changed.” The red-robed beauty smiled upon hearing this. At such a close distance, her expression softened considerably. “Ah Ke, you’re just good at talking. Saying these things to distract me won’t help you win.”
“I never thought of winning against you,” Zhan Ke said.
“Then give that little girl back to me…” Jiang Xidai’s voice trailed off nonchalantly. She flicked her sword up, pressing it against Zhan Ke’s neck, and narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know what good you’ve gotten from mixing with the righteous path all these years. Why not come back to the Shasheng Sect with me and be happy together?”
Zhan Ke raised her sword to block again, and the two were pushed apart by the force of their spiritual energy.
The distance between them widened in an instant, but Jiang Xidai showed no signs of weakening. She came at her again with a clang of swords, their blades even creating sparks from the friction of their spiritual energy.
Yan Huirou was jostled awake again. When she opened her eyes, her pupils contracted, because the soft, red, slender sword was passing by her temple, thrusting fiercely behind her.
Clang—
Zhan Ke raised her arm and struggled to block another sword strike.
“Why don’t I believe you? Why would I rather conspire with the people of the Qingxu Sect than have any dealings with the Shasheng Sect?”
Zhan Ke’s voice remained as steady as possible, as if it were falling from the sky. “Since we are already at each other’s throats, I want to tell you the truth.”
This was what Jiang Xidai wanted to hear, and what she didn’t understand.
It was also what she had always wanted to ask about.
This battle had dragged on for too long. Jiang Xidai was already covered in blood. No matter what, her movements were no longer as swift as before. Hearing this, her expression faltered slightly, and her thrusting motion slowed. “For…”
However, the other party gave her no chance to relax.
Zhan Ke lowered her eyes, thinking to herself, This is a god-sent opportunity.
She had been on the defensive for so long, all she needed was a momentary opening.
So this time, Jiang Xidai did not get her explanation.
In a flash of lightning!
A long sword, seizing the opportunity, suddenly thrust out, piercing through Jiang Xidai’s chest, right through her heart.
The sword sank into fabric and flesh.
It pierced through.
It went all the way through.
The force was so great, as if afraid it wouldn’t be enough, it was pushed all the way to the hilt.
“…What.”
Jiang Xidai’s face turned pale for a moment. Just as she finished asking the last two words, blood suddenly gushed from her lips.
She lowered her eyes, looking at the sword in her chest, then slowly raised her gaze.
Those peach blossom eyes stared straight at Zhan Ke, filled with an emotion that was neither resentment nor hatred, but more of a dazed confusion, like a lost child.
Seeing someone stabbed through from this angle, Yan Huirou’s mind went blank.
She couldn’t even handle it if it were a stranger, let alone someone she was somewhat familiar with, like Jiang Xidai.
She watched as blood flowed continuously from the woman’s lips. And those vibrant lips now appeared even more intense.
A sense of absurdity rose in Yan Huirou’s heart. Because whether it was during the siege by the four great sects, when Jiang Xidai had broken through the formation with her, or her usual tyrannical and temperamental behavior in the Shasheng Sect that gave her subordinates a headache… in short, in Yan Huirou’s mind, she had always been a superior powerhouse.
Jiang Xidai shouldn’t be like this.
But every time she met Zhan Ke, she would always call her by her nickname, her tone melodious, extremely gentle and patient, a far cry from the usual Sect Master Jiang.
Why is she like this?
“Why.” Zhan Ke gripped the sword, maintaining its position in her chest, and said calmly, “Jiang Xidai, this is why.”
As soon as she said this, even the sound of the wind seemed to stop.
Yan Huirou almost forgot her own situation for a moment. Her instinctive pity made her feel pain as well. This had nothing to do with love or friendship, so she subconsciously called out, “…Sect Master Jiang.”
But when Yan Huirou looked into the woman’s eyes, she already understood that this was not something she could interfere with.
Although Jiang Xidai’s eyes reflected two people, only one of them left a shadow. She looked at Zhan Ke, and in her daze, it was as if she were looking at a very long time ago.
After a long while.
“…Do you still remember,” Jiang Xidai spoke again, her voice as soft as a butterfly landing on a flower.
But as her lips opened and closed, more blood flowed out. Because of the pain of her shattered heart, she spoke with some difficulty. “When I was little, when I was in pain… I would want to eat candy. It was you who went…”
“It was you…”
A line of clear tears fell from her beautiful face, as shattered as her words, mixing with the blood on her chin, with nowhere to land.
Zhan Ke looked at the woman before her, her voice softening slightly. “Maybe I remember. Maybe I don’t. But it’s been so many years, none of that matters anymore.”
“But Jiang Xidai, sometimes, catering to someone’s preferences doesn’t necessarily mean you like them.”
“And doing something doesn’t necessarily mean it’s out of love.”
“I don’t believe you…” Jiang Xidai had lost a lot of blood, and her face was a little pale. But this kind of piercing wound wouldn’t kill her so easily. Blood flowed down the sword and onto the ground. The weight of these words seemed to have turned into the weight of blood, making her hand holding the sword tremble slightly.
She stopped talking, her eyes fixed on Zhan Ke.
The hand under her red sleeve slowly clenched, and the blood-red sword in her palm began to hum. Her entire body’s spiritual energy poured into the soft sword.
Zhan Ke watched, observing the change in her expression.
Jiang Xidai probably had the intention to kill. Seeing this, with her Dao heart unstable, there was a risk of her suffering a cultivation deviation. This was normal, as Zhan Ke’s words were meant to provoke her.
The heart was the key to one’s emotions. After being stabbed by her, with this area in turmoil, circulating spiritual energy again would harm her mind.
All she had to do was make Jiang Xidai lose her composure and her reason.
Then make her misjudge her strength and strike Yan Huirou.
This demon lord who plagued the world would die a miserable death by her own sword.
Then the entire cultivation world would celebrate. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
As for the Emotion Burning Art… with the Shasheng Sect without a leader, they could surely search the place from top to bottom and find the cultivation art.
As she was calculating this, Zhan Ke was completely focused, and a little too tense. A sharp pain suddenly shot through her arm. She thought Jiang Xidai had used some kind of secret technique. Being overly cautious, she reacted greatly and loosened her hand, but it turned out to be—
The young woman who had been as meek as a lamb just moments ago suddenly bit Zhan Ke with all her might, struggling and shouting, “…Jiang Xidai!”
Yan Huirou’s body leaned forward, and she threw her arms around the blood-soaked woman.
She hugged her tightly, hearing her own heartbeat pressed against hers, beating in unison.