I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 19

Yan Huirou carefully pinched her sleeve and wiped her mouth. Seeing Jiang Xidai staring at her again, she couldn’t help but wipe it again.
“Is there something stuck here?”
“No.” Jiang Xidai averted her gaze disdainfully.
Yan Huirou heard a very small, light humph. She was startled for a moment, and seeing the woman opposite her had closed her eyes, her brow slightly furrowed, her expression seemed a little impatient.
Yan Huirou finished her bowl of noodles. Perhaps she had been hungry for too long. She discreetly moved Jiang Xidai’s untouched bowl over and thoughtfully chewed on her noodles.
The Sect Master has a strange temper.
No, it’s not that it’s bad.
—It was probably two extremes. She rarely spoke harshly to the one she loved, and rarely spoke kindly to outsiders. But from this, one could vaguely see that this woman had double standards and was extremely protective of her own.
“Are you done yet?”
As expected, Jiang Xidai’s patience with her was always thin. A cold sentence drifted over, “I don’t want to stay here for long.”
Yan Huirou held up her bowl. “Almost… don’t waste food… mmm.”
“The commotion just now has alerted the outside world. Some fools might come looking for revenge.”
“Is that so.” Yan Huirou’s brow furrowed tightly. She put down her bowl. “Then let’s not delay. This way… your wound hasn’t healed yet, it’s not suitable for fighting.”
“Oh?” The woman’s voice inexplicably softened a little. “That’s nothing. I’m just advising you to eat a few more bites, simply because—”
Before Yan Huirou could react, in a flash, two sounds of something cutting through the air exploded.
Her pupils contracted. Two arrows shimmering with spiritual light had shot through the inn’s window, heading straight for her and Jiang Xidai.
“—filth will splash into the bowl.”
However, before she could even see Jiang Xidai’s move, the two arrows vanished. A large amount of blood splattered on the paper window of the inn in a spray pattern, vaguely resembling two human figures.
A few large fragments flew over and landed in Yan Huirou’s half-eaten bowl of noodles, dyeing the soup a vermilion red.
Yan Huirou stared in a daze. Her chopsticks fell onto the table with a clatter and rolled.
Jiang Xidai smiled, a cold glint in her eyes. She reached out and wiped a speck of crimson from her cheek, her gaze turning towards the back of the door.
The shopkeeper cowering at the door suddenly moved with a loud clatter and stumbled out. He hadn’t run far.
His entire body was dragged back.
Jiang Xidai flicked her wrist and her sword pierced his throat.
“…Why?” Yan Huirou asked.
“Him? He went out to tip someone off while we were talking. I don’t know why he couldn’t think it through.” Jiang Xidai’s lips curved. “A pity. The sweet rice wine here tasted quite good.”
She dragged the corpse a few steps and then casually tossed it to the side of the road. Jiang Xidai held her long sword and poked at the pile of tattered cloth on the ground, slowly searching through it.
The street outside was already in chaos. Some ordinary people were screaming, “Someone’s dead!!! That demon lord is going on a killing spree, run… run!!”
Yan Huirou stood where she was, at a loss. The scene of that piece of flesh falling into her bowl kept replaying in her mind.
“Qingxu Sect.” Jiang Xidai recognized the color of the fabric. She sheathed her blood-red sword and said with a lack of interest, “That old man is dead, but his disciples are responding quite quickly.”
She looked up at the girl beside her and found that Yan Huirou had already squatted down and was vomiting her guts out in a corner. When she looked up again, her face was three shades paler.
“Haven’t seen the world, hmm?”
“I think…” Yan Huirou clutched her mouth in pain and looked at Jiang Xidai. The stinging in her throat made her almost cry, and she felt like vomiting again. “That looked like… half… an eyeball…”
The red-robed woman, however, smiled brightly. “So timid.”
Jiang Xidai’s voice, now near, now far, was now at Yan Huirou’s ear.
Just then, Yan Huirou’s feet lost their grounding.
Jiang Xidai wrapped an arm around her, and in an instant, they were soaring into the nine heavens. The strong wind blew their long hair together, tangling it.
Yan Huirou’s heart was beating fast. She didn’t know if it was from the fear just now or from being in the air. The wind was so strong she couldn’t open her eyes. She subconsciously clung to the only thing she could rely on in this world.
There might have been pursuers behind them. She heard some sounds of people on flying swords and the clash of weapons. She also felt Jiang Xidai draw her sword. But it wasn’t long before those sounds, along with the screams from within the city gate, gradually faded away.
Yan Huirou slowly opened her eyes. The tragic, blood-red corner of a robe fluttered before her.
Jiang Xidai’s expression was as usual, unnaturally calm. From time to time, she would even smile, as if she were criticizing the enemy’s clumsy skills. But in the next second, a beautiful sword flower would cut open a dantian, without a hint of hesitation.
It was a beautiful swordsmanship, swift and ruthless. But… Yan Huirou’s heart pounded like thunder. She didn’t know what human life meant to Jiang Xidai.
Perhaps nothing at all.
Killing, blood debts.
An endless cycle of pursuit, followed by even heavier killing and blood debts.
Layer upon layer.
She perhaps finally understood why Jiang Xidai was so radiantly beautiful and charming, yet her aura made people subconsciously keep their distance, as if she herself shouldn’t be in a crowd.
Even when those peach blossom eyes were curved, they were filled with the calmness born from years of bathing in blood, even to the point of numb indifference.
This was her daily life.
Yan Huirou’s voice was stuck in her throat. Before her was a shocking sight of blood, a shocking sight of red. Even when she closed her eyes, she could still smell the sickening scent of blood.
Yan Huirou was naturally compassionate towards life. Especially since Jiang Xidai’s strength surpassed that of all the other cultivators, this scene looked like a one-sided slaughter. She couldn’t bear to watch.
But Yan Huirou could also vaguely understand that Jiang Xidai would never stop. Even if she became gentle and kind, no “righteous person” would let her go.
If the demoness fell, she would only die a more miserable death.
A death with no burial place.
Yan Huirou sighed in her heart, clutched her clothes tightly, and looked up to ask, “Where are we going next?”
A small drop of blood was still on Jiang Xidai’s curled lashes, but her eyes did not hold the same indifference she had for her enemies. When she looked at Yan Huirou, although it could hardly be called friendly, at least she didn’t see her as a dead person.
“Lanyue Pavilion.”
“No.” Yan Huirou quickly shook her head, frowning in protest. “I knew this direction wasn’t right… You were just injured there, and your wound reopened when you fought just now.”
Host. A new mission node has arrived.
“Speak.”
Jiang Xidai gathered her thoughts and spat out a single, stingy word in her mind.
According to the revised plot, the male lead should escape from the Shasheng Sect and return to Lanyue Pavilion to continue leveling up. Then he will have his second encounter with the female lead, completing the key chapter “An Immortal Appears Under the Moon.”
Jiang Xidai only knew the general outline of the plot. The system would only tell her these details at critical moments.
In the original story, the female lead and male lead were supposed to meet during that siege. But because Jiang Xidai had taken Yan Huirou away beforehand, this plot had deviated. Later, Jiang Xidai had also captured the male lead, and the two had met briefly, allowing the plot to proceed smoothly.
From the first change, it had gradually affected the subsequent plot as well.
Mission points are as follows. One, the male lead returns to Lanyue Pavilion. Two, he meets the female lead again.
“Extremely troublesome.”
Mission completion reward: Cultivation points increase by 12,000!
“The deal is quite sincere.” Jiang Xidai said in her mind, “Why does everything have to revolve around their love? Is the world really lacking this one pair of lovers?”
Host, this is a romance novel with a focus on relationships. As the system, facilitating the emotional storyline is a necessary process.
Jiang Xidai smiled lightly again. Facilitating. Hearing those two words, her mood suddenly dropped.
Whether she wanted to go or not, she couldn’t avoid Lanyue Pavilion. It was always Lanyue Pavilion.
Always Zhan Ke.
Someone is facilitating Li Xinghe and Yan Huirou, but who will facilitate her?
She really wanted to kill that woman. Perhaps she should have done so long ago. Then she wouldn’t have to see the day she finally broke ties with her.
But she couldn’t.
With the sword pointed at her heart, looking at that familiar face that often appeared in her dreams, Jiang Xidai had missed her mark more than once. This negligence naturally hadn’t done her any good.
But she wasn’t overly resentful, only overly bitter. The bitterness didn’t come from the physical pain. After all, Zhan Ke had saved her from the brink of death once. Without her—Jiang Xidai would never have lived to this day.
Love fears feeling indebted the most.
She always thought after her resentment, as if she were repeatedly licking her own wounds. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t trusted, it didn’t matter if she was betrayed, it didn’t even matter if she gathered the four great sects to come and kill her.
She was a demon lord to begin with, with countless blood debts. She could just consider it… consider it as repaying her.
But it seemed that with every repayment, their relationship grew more distant, like diluting wine with water. After a while, you could no longer taste the original flavor, only feeling a sense of strangeness, unable to make sense of it.
Host’s emotional fluctuation detected.
Jiang Xidai came back to her senses, her expression returning to calmness. She took out a sound transmission jade talisman from her waist. “Wen Xianyin?”
The woman on the other end was silent for a moment. “Sect Master.”
Before Jiang Xidai could speak, Wen Xianyin immediately said, “I know what you want to ask. Is it about Li Xinghe? Hmm… that boy, his situation is special right now—”
As she said this, Wen Xianyin sat up straight, surrounded by other disciples, answering nervously.
“Is he dead?” The sound transmission jade talisman floated in the air, carrying their Sect Master’s voice.
“No.” Wen Xianyin’s brow furrowed slightly as she glared at one of the junior sisters. The girl lowered her head in shame and said nothing.
Wen Xianyin looked away and said as calmly as possible, “He used some tricks to escape while you were away from the sect. It was… my negligence. I’ve already sent people to look for him. Rest assured, I guarantee I will find him before you return.”
“I’m gone for a few days, and you can’t even keep an eye on one person? Hmm?”
“When did you lose him?”
“A day ago.” Wen Xianyin closed her eyes, preparing to be scolded.
“You lost him for a whole day, and you were too afraid to report it. If I hadn’t asked, were you planning to keep it to yourself until next year?”
“…I was wrong.”
“Don’t look for him.”
Jiang Xidai’s tone wasn’t good, but she wasn’t angry either. She cut off the communication. The sound transmission jade talisman suddenly fell, crashing in the main hall of the Shasheng Sect.
“Senior Sister Wen? The Sect Master… is she alright?”
Wen Xianyin’s face turned cold. “You have the nerve to ask? A bunch of freeloaders! I took the blame for you this time, as long as the Sect Master doesn’t investigate further. But if she doesn’t let you off when she gets back, I won’t say another word, understand?”
“That person… escaped?” Yan Huirou, who was on the side, pieced together the whole picture from the fragmented conversation.
The Shasheng Sect was not a place one could easily walk out of, but Jiang Xidai was not overly surprised and didn’t press her disciples for answers.
After all, Li Xinghe’s luck was heaven-defying. It was quite possible for anything good to happen to him. The fact that he could escape from the Lingshan Sect alive without being discovered by her was already a strange enough matter.
“That’s right.”
Jiang Xidai calculated in her mind. It would save her the trouble of throwing him back herself. She hoped he had consciously run to Lanyue Pavilion instead of hiding somewhere else.
Things were just as Jiang Xidai had expected. Li Xinghe had been running for a whole day without rest, asking for directions with his face covered, terrified of being found by that evil woman again. Fortunately, after hiding here and there along the way, he had actually managed to struggle to the territory of Lanyue Pavilion.
The familiar mountain gate was hidden by the trees.
Li Xinghe used his last bit of strength and knocked on the mountain gate. He shouted, “Open the door! Open the door… Pavilion Lord, I’m back…” At the end, thinking of how he had survived these days in the Shasheng Sect, he clenched his fists and couldn’t help but shed tears.
Thank goodness, thank goodness. Lanyue Pavilion was safe, and the Pavilion Lord was a reliable person. She had gone to the Shasheng Sect to save him, but had just failed. He knew Zhan Ke wouldn’t give up on him. But it didn’t matter. He had found a chance to run back himself. As long as the Pavilion Lord opened the door…
The main gate of Lanyue Pavilion creaked open slowly.
A wave of joy washed over Li Xinghe. He lifted the hem of his robes and was about to cross the threshold.
—But a soft sword was pressed against his shoulder.
Li Xinghe saw the color of the sword.
The joy of surviving a disaster that had filled his heart plummeted violently.
It shattered into a million pieces.
A dark red long sword, with the luster of a fine Western wine, its brilliance on display.
Li Xinghe stared straight ahead, in disbelief, as the red-robed woman emerged from behind the door.
Jiang Xidai stepped forward, her sword pressed against his throat, and smiled faintly. “What a coincidence. Boy.”
How could this demon be here?
How could she be here?
How could she possibly be here?!
Li Xinghe’s lips trembled, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying. A thought rose in his mind. Could it be that the heavens really want him dead?
Jiang Xidai’s sword moved forward an inch, and the boy stiffly retreated an inch.
Until there was nowhere left to retreat.
The woman’s voice was like a haunting ghost. “You can escape from the Shasheng Sect, but can you escape from me?”
Li Xinghe’s vision went black. He seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He fainted stiffly, his body falling heavily to the ground, and then there was no more sound.
Thud!
Jiang Xidai smiled. She still had a use for this miserable life and had no intention of killing him. She was just scaring him a little.
Now it seemed, it was truly boring.
If he had fought her to the death in his despair, she might have thought a little more highly of him. Who knew that he would only be good at running his mouth when tied up, and would faint like a mouse seeing a cat at the slightest scare.
“…Is he, Li Xinghe?” Yan Huirou asked from the side.
Jiang Xidai said, “Remember this person. He might be quite fated with you.”
“But the person you’ve taken a fancy to is so weak. I’m afraid he won’t be able to protect you in the future.”
Yan Huirou was standing behind her at this time. She took a moment to react before saying, confused, “Are you talking about me? What do you mean?”
Jiang Xidai said nothing and turned to walk up the steps of Lanyue Pavilion.