I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 21

On the deep green grass, a mouthful of blood was spat out. It splattered on the tips of the grass, then slowly dripped down.
“Sect Master Jiang?! Be careful!”
Yan Huirou cried out softly. She quickly stepped forward to support the teetering woman.
Fortunately, she was in time and didn’t let her kneel on the ground.
Jiang Xidai had left the Haoran Sect, dragged Yan Huirou back to Lanyue Pavilion, and held on with her last breath, but it had inevitably led to a disorder in her spiritual energy.
Her lips were covered in blood, and her hands were trembling from the pain. She wanted to lift her sleeve to touch her heart but lowered it again, afraid of the pain. Her fingers tightened on Yan Huirou’s shoulder.
The chaotic inner energy coursed through her meridians, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to also become turbulent.
Yan Huirou listened to the woman’s gasps from enduring the pain, with an occasional cough and muffled groan. Within the arc of her embracing arms, she could also feel an uncontrollable slight tremble.
Yan Huirou didn’t know how to alleviate her pain. She could only instinctively hold her tighter, reaching out to smooth her dark hair that hung down her back, and gently rubbing it. “Is this better?”
Yan Huirou felt a tickle on her neck. Jiang Xidai’s eyelashes were very long, and they had brushed against the most delicate and fragile part of Yan Huirou’s neck.
She didn’t know if it was a desperate attempt, but Jiang Xidai didn’t even think about getting up at this moment. Instead, she released a lot of her strength, like a bird that had stopped flapping its wings, letting the wind carry her into a sea of clouds, letting Yan Huirou hold her tightly.
The injuries she had sustained along the way were not fatal, but her heart meridian was injured, and her inner energy was prone to disorder, which inevitably affected her state.
That mouthful of blood wasn’t from Xie Minting’s attack. It was purely because she had heard Zhan Ke’s words, and her mind had been so agitated for a moment that her entire body’s spiritual energy had gone out of control and then turned back on herself.
A heart-wrenching pain struck her. For the first time, she wanted to escape.
It had been a long time since she had escaped.
—“If it were you, and your bed partner was a madwoman who could draw her sword and kill you at any moment, and you couldn’t even sleep peacefully at night.”
—“How could I fall in love with her.”
Some faded fragments of memory resurfaced like a rising tide.
“Come here.”
Those hands had wiped the blood from Jiang Xidai’s face, then held her face. “Don’t be afraid. What they say is their business. I won’t think that way. I never will.”
At that time, she had asked in a daze, “Why… are you different.”
The woman had lowered her head and touched her forehead with her lips. “Because I will love you.”
“…Ah Ke, what is love?”
Jiang Xidai’s voice had also softened. Her eyes were fixed on her, asking cautiously. She even held her breath, not wanting to scare the person before her away.
“Have you never been loved?” The woman in her memory had a warm face. She had traced the corner of Jiang Xidai’s eye, following the charming curve to her temple. “How could that be? You are clearly someone who inspires pity.”
“It’s alright, this is just right. I need you, and you choose me.” Zhan Ke smiled sweetly. “Alright?”
The memory was like the sword that had been plunged into Jiang Xidai’s heart. When it was pulled out, it also brought with it a bloody, hot steam, so painful that she broke out in a cold sweat.
Why?
All these years, although she knew that things probably couldn’t go back to the way they were, she still held onto a sliver of faint hope… at least they had had something, hadn’t they?
And then in Zhan Ke’s eyes…
The woman she had loved for so many years, casually talking about her to others—
She’s just a madwoman.
On what grounds…
On what grounds.
When her vision returned, the face before her was not that face.
It was Yan Huirou, her face filled with worry.
She didn’t know how much time had passed. As her emotions calmed, her spiritual energy finally stabilized.
Those peach blossom eyes stared at Yan Huirou in a daze for a while before slowly looking up, towards the vast Lanyue Pavilion mountain gate.
The sunlight was blinding.
“I told you not to go. Even a mortal like me can see that you’re injured and can’t take any more stimulation right now.” Yan Huirou frowned. “Why are you—so disobedient?”
Jiang Xidai had no strength to argue with her. She stumbled and steadied herself. Her embroidered umbrella was used as a crutch, propped on the ground. She gently pushed Yan Huirou away and walked towards the top of Lanyue Pavilion without looking back.
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“Sect Master Jiang.”
Yan Huirou was truly angry. She lifted the corner of her dress and hurried after her in a few steps. But she didn’t seem to have much experience with scolding people. She opened her mouth a few times but couldn’t get any bad words out.
But seeing the woman’s pale face, the cold sweat still on her forehead, and her gloomy expression as she walked up the mountain, her heart was tugged again and gradually softened. For the first time, Yan Huirou hated herself for being too good-tempered.
Forget it, there’s no point in dwelling on it. Can she even stop this person?
Let’s just see what she wants to do.
As Yan Huirou walked, she saw the group of disciples still huddled together, trembling. A bad feeling suddenly arose in her heart.
Jiang Xidai stood still on the ruins and glanced at the group of disciples. With a blank expression, she drew the soft sword hidden in her umbrella in front of them.
“Help…” The disciples in the circle were almost scared to their knees, their faces ashen.
A chill ran down Yan Huirou’s spine.
This is bad. Given Jiang Xidai’s current mood, I’m afraid no one can stop her.
The slender, soft, blood-red sword suddenly straightened, and the spiritual energy poured into it, making it hum.
She raised her hand and struck, a diagonal slash to vent her anger, heading towards the disciples.
The sword wind created eight faint red afterimages. A cry of alarm was heard from the crowd, followed by a thunderous roar.
Yan Huirou closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see this.
The sounds of crying and screaming echoed in her ears. Until the rumbling sound, like an avalanche, fell into the four corners of the world and disappeared.
The noisy human voices still hadn’t disappeared.
Yan Huirou opened her eyes, trembling, but she was stunned.
That group of people was not dead.
Jiang Xidai had shattered the remaining half of the treasure hall with one sword strike. She then rose up and flew towards the other remaining buildings of Lanyue Pavilion, brandishing her sword and striking out. With almost one sword strike per building, she sent wood and stone flying, and dust rolled around.
All the landmarks of Lanyue Pavilion were destroyed by her, shattered without even a speck of dust left.
In the wind filled with dust, Yan Huirou heard the suddenly rising cries of fear from all around.
The disciples below were terrified. Their eyes were wide open, as if they had seen a ghost, nervously watching the red figure mercilessly slash out sword strike after sword strike, faster and faster, with less and less control, as if she were venting her anger, as if what she was slashing out was not sword wind, but her own burning life.
Every sword strike seemed to be overdrawing herself.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xidai’s clothes were in disarray, and her breathing was a little ragged. However, seeing that there was nothing left around for her to chop at, her wrist loosened, and she seemed a little exhausted. So she finally landed, her vibrant robes dragging across the ruined rubble.
Jiang Xidai was quiet for a moment. She raised her hand again, and the tip of her sword vibrated, quickly scraping against a broken brick on the ground, sending out a few sparks.
The tongue of flame, with a flick of her red sleeve, landed on a dry piece of broken wood. That scorching point fell into the dust, and a hazy fire, faint and bright, lit up.
With the help of a good wind, it crackled and burned up the wood.
In an instant, a large fire was ignited.
The warm firelight illuminated every pale face.
The disciples were stunned for a moment, then they turned pale with fright. Seeing the fire growing stronger and stronger, they knew that if they didn’t leave now, they would be swallowed by the flames.
But with Jiang Xidai right in front of them, they didn’t dare to make a move.
They nervously watched Jiang Xidai.
The demoness didn’t move.
She stood in the firelight with her sword, her expression unchanged. Her blood-red robes were like a part of the flame, her entire being like a demon that had climbed out of hell.
“Inform your Pavilion Lord that I was the one who set fire to the mountain today.”
Jiang Xidai turned around. “Get out.”
They were stunned, almost unable to believe what they had heard. They were immediately granted amnesty and, with renewed spirits, turned and ran down the mountain.
One person running led the rest to follow. In an instant, they were throwing away their armor and scattering. After the hurried footsteps faded, only the crackling sound of the fire was left.
Yan Huirou covered her mouth and nose, retreating a few steps from the thick smoke.
What did these flowers and plants, this building, do wrong? Did she have to set it on fire?
She then thought with a bitter smile, Forget it, setting fire to the mountain is better than killing people.
Jiang Xidai stood in the firelight, watching the great fire spread to the sky.
When the broken pagoda on the peak was also swallowed by the flames, she tilted her chin up, her long lashes gently closing, feeling the heat rising before her.
She loves to hide at other people’s places so much.
Burning down this Lanyue Pavilion, so that woman doesn’t have to stay here anymore, isn’t that just what Zhan Ke wants?
Ashes floated in the scorching air, passing before her eyes inch by inch. She closed her eyes and smiled.
And when she opened her eyes again, perhaps from being in the smoke for a while, they stung. There were faint tears in those peach blossom eyes.
But it was just a fleeting moment.
“You…” Yan Huirou had been watching her and had naturally noticed. “If you’re sad, you can cry.”
“It’s smoky,” Jiang Xidai frowned, opening her umbrella again. Her dark hair fell by her temples, hiding her profile.
She stepped on a scorched black stone, her voice much softer, sounding a little tired. “Let’s go back. A pile of broken wood and stones, what’s there to see.”
Yan Huirou wanted to say something but held back.
And that embroidered white umbrella was held up, slowly moving away from her like a lotus leaf.
The woman’s waist was very slender, hidden under the edge of the umbrella. When the wind blew, her figure became a little more lonely.
Yan Huirou lifted her foot and followed her, but when she looked at the ground, she noticed some details.
Jiang Xidai’s first few steps were too fast, and a few drops of water fell on the ground, perhaps blown by the wind. Later, she walked slower and slower. Although she shielded Yan Huirou behind her, the hand holding the umbrella was trembling slightly, and her shoulders were trembling, causing the umbrella to also move a little.
Yan Huirou said nothing, only slowing down her pace and creating some distance between them.