I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 22

No one said anything about the small fire that Lanyue Pavilion had set in the Shasheng Sect.
Because the Shasheng Sect was the “demonic sect,” any reason to crusade against it was justified.
And Jiang Xidai’s evil reputation, following the “slaughter of the Lingshan Sect” and the “brutal murder of the Qingxu Sect Master,” naturally gained another addition—”burning down Lanyue Pavilion.”
On that day, the fire from Lanyue Pavilion had practically reddened half the sky and almost set the entire mountain ablaze.
The fire burned relentlessly from day to night, dyeing the four corners of the world a smoky, dark red, like the flushed face of a drunkard.
Fortunately, the heavens were on their side.
Perhaps even the heavens couldn’t stand the demoness’s rampage. In the early morning, a rare torrential downpour fell, drenching the land, draining the color from the world, and extinguishing the great fire.
It had, to some extent, prevented the fire from spreading further.
Secondly, this great fire had only burned down buildings and inanimate objects. Not a single disciple remaining in Lanyue Pavilion had been injured or killed; they had all been evacuated beforehand.
Zhan Ke had a headache over this. Long before she had set off for the Haoran Sect, she had already sent disciples to various places. The remaining disciples were not many, nor were they elites. Even if Jiang Xidai had killed them all, the loss would not have been great.
Considering that the demon lord had always been disdainful of wealth and possessions, she hadn’t moved anything else.
But who knew that this time, she would change her ways and not kill people, but instead set fire to the mountain. The magic artifacts and treasures that they hadn’t had time to move were probably all reduced to ashes in the great fire.
Lanyue Pavilion was burned, and the Qingxu Sect Master was dead. The four great righteous sects had lost two of their members in an instant—whether they were righteous cultivators or ordinary people who didn’t know the whole story, anyone who heard of it couldn’t help but curse, spitting, That demoness is truly inhumane, she should be killed! She deserves to die!
Because of these two major events, the cultivation world fell silent for a time. Even the capable and ambitious people who had been vying for the Emotion Burning Art had quieted down considerably, as if in mourning, or perhaps suppressing something.
But these trivial matters seemed not to have reached the Shasheng Sect.
Inside Qionghua Hall, the candlelight flickered into a ball.
The orange-red flames, passing through several lampshades, scattered a brilliant light.
A slender shadow was cast on the screen embroidered with flowers and birds. It was an arm, raised to drink wine. Another arm was hooked around it, also drinking wine.
The shadows drew closer, as if they were exchanging cups.
Two maids were kneeling, holding their sect master in their arms and feeding her wine.
Jiang Xidai’s hair was loose. Since she was staying indoors today, she was dressed a little thinly, her clothes hanging loosely on her fair skin.
Cup after cup of wine touched her lips, and she drank them down in one gulp. When she tilted her head back, a large part of her clothes fell to her waist, completely exposing her back.
But what was revealed was not just fair skin, but a large, alluring tattoo.
Because she was drunk, she couldn’t hold so much wine in her mouth. The fine liquor slid down the side of her neck, soaking a large patch of her clothes.
The deep brown wine slid over her shoulder, making the pattern on her back much more vivid, as if it had just rained and a cluster of flowers had come to life.
A bold maid touched her shoulder, pushed aside her hair, and gently pressed her face against it, kissing the wine stain on the embroidered flower branch. “Sect Master… do you have any other orders?”
Jiang Xidai looked forward blankly. Her eyes were filled with a hazy lamplight, which flickered into a shadow under her eyelashes, along with a few strands of falling dark hair.
She was very drunk, as soft as a puddle. When she lay back on the soft blanket spread out beneath her, Jiang Xidai was completely unaware. She only reached out a hand and hooked it loosely. “…Hold me.”
“Yes.”
She half-closed her eyes, feeling a little dazed, and felt someone fawningly kissing and rubbing her neck. The two maids served her together, the three of them entangled, a scene that was openly displayed in the main hall, looking very decadent.
The main door of Qionghua Hall creaked open, making a slight noise and letting in a cool breeze.
The maids were startled and looked towards the suddenly bright light.
Yan Huirou stood at the door, holding a bottle of prepared ointment in her hand. Her expression froze as she looked at the woman lying on the soft blanket, and she subconsciously took a small step back.
On the ground beside her were overturned wine cups and empty wine jars.
A pile of them, large and small.
Seeing this, although Yan Huirou’s face grew hot, her brow furrowed. “Move aside. It’s time to apply medicine to the Sect Master’s wound. She shouldn’t be drinking.”
The two maids on either side, seeing it was Yan Huirou, had probably heard some of the rumors in the sect. They looked at each other for a while, then tactfully moved away from Jiang Xidai and went to collect the wine jars.
After they had all left, Yan Huirou walked slowly forward and knelt beside the half-asleep, half-awake woman.
Jiang Xidai’s long black hair was spread out messily on the fur blanket. Her clothes were disheveled, and there were kiss marks on her exposed shoulders and neck. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing light and shallow, with a charming tone to it.
The area around her peach blossom-shaped eyes was all red, and upon closer inspection, there was even a slight swelling. But her eyes were closed at the moment, so it wasn’t very obvious.
Yan Huirou reached out a hand and touched the corner of her eyebrow.
“Have you been like this ever since you came back?”
Ever since the two of them had returned to the Shasheng Sect, Jiang Xidai had not left Qionghua Hall for several days, only drinking and sleeping in the hall, living a rather decadent life.
Apart from remembering to remind this troublesome woman to apply her medicine obediently every day, Yan Huirou had not come to bother her often.
Half of Jiang Xidai’s face was buried in the fluffy fur. At this moment, she was unusually docile, her blank gaze focused on Yan Huirou’s face, as if she were thinking about something.
Because Yan Huirou’s hand was cool, it felt cool and comfortable against her eyes.
She looked for a long time, her breathing calming down. She seemed a little tired and closed her eyes again. Finally, she curled up into a ball and slept very quietly.
It was strange.
In the past, Sect Master Jiang had never given her a good look, but this time she was unusually gentle, even a little obedient.
Yan Huirou figured she was really drunk. Her gaze was unfocused; she probably didn’t even recognize who was in front of her.
She makes me so worried.
Jiang Xidai’s clothes were already loose. Yan Huirou slowly opened them a little more, covering the rest of her, revealing only the sword wound in the middle of her chest.
Because she had been drinking, the flesh around the wound was slightly red and swollen. With her level of cultivation, it should have healed long ago. But this woman had neither meditated nor healed since she came back. The moment it had half-healed and wasn’t too painful, she had started to abuse her body—naturally, no one in the Shasheng Sect could persuade their willful Sect Master.
Yan Huirou carefully applied the medicine for her. She had wanted to nag her again, but when she glanced at her slightly swollen eyes, she didn’t say anything more.
Perhaps she’s really sad. After all, Sect Master Jiang didn’t have a habit of drinking heavily before—at least in their short time together, Yan Huirou hadn’t noticed.
Everyone has the right to vent. As long as it doesn’t hurt others, for a short period of time, it should be understandable.
But she couldn’t keep drinking like this today.
Jiang Xidai seemed to be lying uncomfortably. She twisted her waist and turned on her side, completely ignoring the fact that the not-yet-solidified medicine was seeping into her clothes.
Yan Huirou was stunned and scrambled to wipe it for her, afraid that she would be uncomfortable if it got on her.
She fumbled for a moment but ended up holding Yan Huirou’s hand.
“Let go of me.” Yan Huirou paused her hand. “I… I’ll just help you wipe it.”
The force on her wrist tightened, and that area turned red. She was pulled further in.
Yan Huirou leaned forward, almost losing her balance. In her panic, she pressed her hands on either side of Jiang Xidai, pressing down on her hair.
“Wait—”
“I want…”
The woman beneath her had her eyes closed and seemed to be in some discomfort, muttering something, as if she were not in control.
Yan Huirou paused for a long time, so long that she was staring at the lips that were so close. She looked at her, her cheeks a little hot, but she shrank back a little. “Is this drunk talk?”
“…Hold.” Jiang Xidai finally mumbled the last word in a drunken haze. Those peach blossom eyes opened a little, and they seemed to be filled with a watery light. “Who are you… where’s the wine?”
Yan Huirou let out a sigh of relief and reached out to touch her eyelashes again. They were so curly and long, tickling her palm.
“You can’t drink anymore.”
She said it several times.
“But if you just want a hug,” Yan Huirou said gently, “of course.”
She slowly pulled Jiang Xidai into her arms, holding the woman tightly with some awkwardness.
Receiving the soft comfort, Jiang Xidai seemed to have calmed down a lot, her sleeping face becoming peaceful.
The faint smell of wine, the soft fragrance on her neck, was like a jar of flower wine that had been sealed for a long time. As Yan Huirou got closer to her, the lid of the jar suddenly cracked open, and a slightly hot, fragrant wine filled Yan Huirou’s embrace.
Yan Huirou wrapped her clothes tightly around her and stroked the hair at the back of her head, as if she were petting a civet cat. Although Jiang Xidai’s eyes were closed, she clung to her even more tightly, not letting go once they were close, as if she had no sense of security at all.
This feeling was the same as when she had kissed her in a panic that day.
Jiang Xidai’s unconscious actions greatly aroused Yan Huirou’s feelings of affection. Yan Huirou held her, closed her eyes, and patted her back, comforting her, “Don’t be afraid, sleep.”
“Why is Sect Master Jiang so imposing on a normal day, but like this when she’s drunk or unconscious?”
Naturally, she wouldn’t get any response.
“I still think your current appearance,” Yan Huirou sighed lightly and couldn’t help but rub her again, “…Forget it, why do you have to be so worrying.”
A hug was nice.
It was just best not to wake up again and give her an angry slap.
That would be a bit too fierce.
She prayed in her heart. Holding a warm body, she unknowingly grew sleepy.
So sleepy that she fell into a dream.
And by the time Jiang Xidai sobered up, the sky had completely darkened.
Even the candles in the room had burned out, leaving only a scattered moonlight.
When Jiang Xidai opened her eyes again, the encroaching darkness made her heart jump. Because of her childhood memories, she didn’t like to wake up to a dark sky. She always felt that the surroundings would be very desolate.
This was also why her Qionghua Hall was always extremely luxurious, and even the surrounding area was never stingy with jewels and jade. These brilliant and lustrous things could more or less catch a few rays of candlelight or moonlight, making the room a little brighter and dispelling the fear of being alone.
But she heard her heart stop for a moment, yet she didn’t feel that desolate coldness.
On the contrary, she had slept particularly well this time, as if her bones had also softened from sleep, and all her worries had been slept away. She felt a long-lost peace in her heart.
Why? Her just-sobered thoughts were a little slow. She slowly thought about it and tried to move, but she touched another soft face. A young woman was sleeping face to face with her here, her hands still in the position of hugging her.
This is…
A gentle and pure sleeping face, with features that were neither cold nor coquettish, but had a scholarly, gentle quality. The only one who looked like this was Yan Huirou.
Jiang Xidai stared at Yan Huirou for a long time. She herself didn’t read much poetry or literature, only cultivation manuals, so she suddenly thought of the kind of yin-soft ink fragrance that one would smell in the scripture repository.
Her thoughts stopped. She realized she was thinking something a little strange. Wasn’t the most important question—
Why is Yan Huirou sleeping while hugging her?
And it’s too close.
Jiang Xidai could even see an inconspicuous mole at the corner of her eye, her profile hidden in the deeper shadows of the darkness.