I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 2

Jiang Xidai seemed entirely unfazed by the events unfolding before her.
Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, the corners of her lips slightly curved. She merely tilted her head up, watching the formation slowly take shape in the sky.
With a flick of her wrist, the white umbrella embroidered with hibiscus flowers flew from her hand. The handle was no longer a handle; as it left her grasp, it transformed into a long, slender soft sword, crimson all over as if it had drunk its fill of blood.
The soft sword twisted, moving like a slithering snake.
The sword led the way as her red-robed figure soared into the air.
At that very moment, someone in the dense crowd of disciples raised a longbow, a magic artifact. A volley of tempered arrows, as dense as stitches, shot towards her without leaving any gaps.
Jiang Xidai’s movements were unpredictable. She used the unfurled white umbrella to block the clanging arrowheads, her entire being like a red lotus blooming in mid-air—graceful and swaying, yet impossible to grasp.
In an instant, she had reached the side of the righteous sect leaders. Her long sword thrust forward, aiming steadily, precisely, and ruthlessly for Zhan Ke’s chest!
“Pavilion Lord, be careful—” a disciple cried out from the side.
Zhan Ke reacted with extreme speed, clearly having been prepared. She dodged to the side, and the soft sword missed her body, not even touching the ground.
And yet, the entire Wangyue Terrace shook as if struck by an earthquake. Deep fissures spread out like rivers, and the high platform instantly split in two.
The shockwave from the sword blast erupted, and several sharp gusts tore through half of Zhan Ke’s sleeve.
Streaks of blood spread across the apricot-colored fabric, gradually turning a dark red and dripping down her wrist.
Zhan Ke immediately spun around and retreated a few steps, drawing her own sword to engage in a fight with Jiang Xidai.
Jiang Xidai’s next strike aimed for her left abdomen, and the one after that flicked back up towards her chest, narrowly missing.
The blood-red sword and blood-red robes danced erratically before her.
Once this woman attacked, every move was incredibly vicious, leaving no room for her enemy to maneuver, and barely any for herself.
Zhan Ke couldn’t hold her off. The final strike pierced her left shoulder. The long, bloody sword emerged from behind her shoulder, and with a muffled groan, the distance between the two of them closed in an instant.
Looking at the woman before her at such close range, Jiang Xidai’s expression turned dazed for a moment. Suddenly, a wave of heat washed over her cheek.
She took several steps back and heard a loud clang.
A heavy, crimson-gold sword with a blunted edge, still giving off sparks, had nearly bent her soft sword.
Following the sword, she saw a woman in neat Daoist robes. Her features were proper and elegant, neither plain nor stunning, but her face was now grim. She pressed down on Jiang Xidai’s soft sword and said, “Zhan Ke, you’re injured. Fall back.”
Jiang Xidai recognized her. She was Xie Minting, the sect master of the Haoran Sect. A so-called righteous person in the cultivation world, who had lived an upright life and loved to slay demons and monsters. For someone like herself, Xie Minting naturally wished for nothing more than to kill her immediately as a sacrifice to the heavens.
Jiang Xidai frowned slightly.
She watched as Xie Minting shielded the injured Zhan Ke behind her.
Then, the heavy sword came cleaving towards her with the force to split the heavens.
Flames rolled across the blade, scalding the back of her hand. Every move was powerful and swift.
Xie Minting’s imposing aura boosted the morale of the other prominent figures from the various sects. The elite disciples from the Shenji Pavilion, Qingxu Sect, and Lanyue Pavilion all charged forward, vowing to ensure that this demon lord who plagued the world would not leave this place alive!
Jiang Xidai floated in the air, her toes resting on the top of her umbrella. With her hands occupied, she couldn’t deal with the weapons coming from all directions. So she simply stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes slightly closed.
Her fingertips moved like a blooming lotus.
Each of the metal ribs supporting the umbrella shot out like hidden weapons, impossible to defend against. Imbued with an extremely profound level of cultivation, they caused miserable screams to ring out all around. Blood sprayed forth, staining the entire surface of the umbrella an even deeper red.
In a mere instant, more than half of the disciples who had charged forward were dead or injured, and even a small part of the formation pressing down from the sky had shattered.
At this point, no one dared to advance further.
The Qingxu Sect Master shivered and, in his panic, grabbed the arm of Pavilion Lord Zhan beside him. “At this rate, I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold her. Should we…?”
Zhan Ke frowned slightly and turned her head to whisper, “It has come to this. Release that child.”
The Qingxu Sect Master stroked his beard, his eyes suddenly glinting. He immediately summoned a young boy. “Hurry and take Pavilion Lord Zhan to the cave prison!”
The disciple had witnessed the bloody scene before him. Seeing Pavilion Lord Zhan nod, he ran off with incredible speed.
But he had only taken a few steps when he heard a world-shaking noise behind him. Dust and debris surged forward, almost pushing him to run faster. That demon lord must be on a rampage again!
The two of them arrived at the Qingxu Sect’s cave prison, which had already half-collapsed.
This place was normally used to imprison disciples who had committed grave sins or to confine vicious criminals.
With half the mountain caved in, what could possibly be left?
Dust fell with a rustle, and the ground shook violently.
“Is… anyone… there…”
A voice, long dry and unused, sounded like it was coming from a withered well. Only from the faint intonation could one tell it was a woman.
From within the dust, the sound of dragging iron chains slowly grew louder.
Before the disciple could get a closer look, he suddenly felt a cold wind behind him. His eyes widened as he turned around, just in time to see Jiang Xidai’s stunningly beautiful face and a furious red sword.
Splat—
Without any chance of survival, in just an instant, his entire body was torn apart, exploding into a firework of bloody fragments that mixed with the dust.
Jiang Xidai rushed over, stepping on the crumbling mountain rocks. She clutched a jade pendant she had just snatched from Zhan Ke’s waist and hid her soft sword back within the umbrella.
Zhan Ke looked at the state of her dead disciple, a chill running through her heart. She shifted her gaze back to the woman’s face. “…Jiang Xidai.”
The red-robed woman held the embroidered white umbrella, her voice melodious. “When did you start addressing me so formally? Ah Ke.”
Jiang Xidai smiled lightly, a smile that only enhanced her beauty, making her face as lovely as peach blossoms.
She stared at Zhan Ke without blinking, as if reminiscing about a long-lost friend.
And yet, just moments ago, her sword had pierced through her shoulder.
Zhan Ke knew very well that the more charming and gentle this woman appeared, the more dangerous she was, like an exceptionally beautiful venomous snake that killed in an instant.
Jiang Xidai twirled the umbrella gently and said softly, “You calculated that I would come and deliberately wore this jade pendant.”
She raised her wrist, the crimson carp jade pendant dangling below her palm. “It is, after all, something I gave you. I would come to retrieve it myself even if I had to go through a mountain of blades and a sea of fire. You calculated correctly.”
“But what I want is more than just this.”
The woman’s gaze drifted, landing gently upon her. “Ah Ke, I just want to understand. You weren’t like this before. Are you with them now because of some hidden trouble?”
“Is that so?”
A heavy pressure descended, sending a bone-chilling cold through the air.
Zhan Ke struggled to keep from kneeling before her. Her expression remained unchanged, but inwardly she cursed, She’s truly a madwoman.
But she didn’t believe this was a complete dead end. After all, she still had her “ace.”
Just as Jiang Xidai was about to step forward, she suddenly felt a weight on her ankle.
“Is anyone… there…”
Jiang Xidai also heard the sound of dragging chains. Feeling something was odd, she turned to look. A blood-stained hand was gripping her ankle.
It was a young woman who had just crawled out of the cave prison. She was very thin, dressed in a tattered white dress that barely covered her. Iron chains were threaded through the bones of her exposed back, the wounds inflamed and festering.
Her feet seemed to be broken, dragging limply on the ground, forcing her to crawl with her hands. The woman raised her head slightly, her dry lips moved for a moment, and she pleaded softly, “Kill… me…”
“Kill… me… please… I beg you, please…”
Every word seemed to be mumbled with unspeakable pain.
What? Jiang Xidai had no time to deal with irrelevant people and brushed her aside with a flick of her sleeve.
Her blood-red sword was already out. With a clang, it pointed straight at the lord of Lanyue Pavilion before her, carrying its full, intimidating pressure.
But at that very moment, Zhan Ke did something completely unexpected.
She pulled the young girl up from the ground, holding her as a shield. Without dodging or evading, she directly met Jiang Xidai’s sword strike!
Jiang Xidai had been holding back some of her strength, not aiming directly for Zhan Ke’s vital points.
However, with a strange woman suddenly shoved in front of her, someone Jiang Xidai didn’t recognize, she felt it was odd but had no further reservations.
It’s just one more blood debt to my name.
So, Jiang Xidai struck down without any mercy.
But then, something strange happened. Jiang Xidai was clearly the one attacking, yet all she saw was a flash of white light and a blur of red.
She was momentarily stunned.
A sudden, intense pain shot through her body, as if she were being burned by fire. It started in one spot and quickly spread throughout her entire being.
It felt as if thousands of sword winds were slicing across her skin, to the point of separating flesh from bone.
Pain. Excruciating pain. A terrifying, heart-stopping agony.
The intense pain made it almost impossible for her to hold her sword. She could no longer feel her hands, her legs, her feet.
Or even her entire self.