I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 25

Mm.
A disciple could occasionally help their elders with their worries.
This idea sounded quite good.
Besides, Yan Huirou was always coveted for being powerless. If she were to be snatched by another sect, Jiang Xidai was truly too lazy to go and rescue her.
As for letting the female lead cultivate, would she become a stumbling block for her later?
Jiang Xidai wasn’t too worried about that. She had been through wind and blood for many years and was always confident in her strength.
Moreover, her fear of Yan Huirou and Li Xinghe had never been about their cultivation, but rather the “destiny” that she couldn’t escape from even after repeated attempts, their special constitutions, or the mysterious “system.”
By the time Yan Huirou had cultivated to be on par with Jiang Xidai, a task as impossible as filling the entire sea with pebbles would have already been completed.
“Come out.”
She thought for a moment and commanded in her heart.
Host, is there anything I can help you with?
“In your so-called premonition, or storybook, what is Yan Huirou’s final cultivation level?”
Host, this is a romance novel. The female lead has the bloodline of the Bai Ze, she is a demigod and does not need to cultivate. At key favorability plot points, she will fully awaken her constitution through dual cultivation with the male lead.
“…”
This was getting more and more ridiculous.
The Bai Ze was one of the ancient mythical beasts, not a human. To have the Bai Ze bloodline, it was hard to imagine what that mythical beast had done with which person back then. If one thought about it carefully, it was the greatest joke in the world.
Although it was destined by heaven, but—
Was it necessary?
Jiang Xidai thought it was rather laughable. Why not just say Yan Huirou was the reincarnation of Pangu? The rebirth of Nuwa?
For example, to say that she opened this sky, split this earth, and that people were also made from her flicking a willow branch dipped in mud. Wouldn’t that be more dashing?
If she was so powerful, what was this little girl getting angsty about? Why not just ascend to godhood earlier, be bathed in golden light, and save this wretched pair from putting on a show in the cultivation world—
—and wasting Jiang Xidai’s time and energy.
“Got it.”
Jiang Xidai replied in her heart.
The system fell silent.
Since Yan Huirou was not supposed to cultivate in the original plot, now that Yan Huirou was in her hands, she had to think of a way to help this little girl change her fate of not needing to work hard and having it easy—
Under the current circumstances, whether Yan Huirou wanted to become an immortal or not, she had to cultivate.
Jiang Xidai flicked her sleeve and stood up. “Wen Xianyin.”
“Disciple is here.”
“Have her start cultivating tomorrow,” Jiang Xidai said. “I want to see her achieve Qi Induction within three days. You are in charge of this matter.”
“…”
As expected, the Sect Master had relented.
But wasn’t it a bit too fast?
Wen Xianyin choked and widened her eyes slightly, looking up at the woman who was slowly walking over.
Jiang Xidai’s expression was calm and indifferent. “Don’t be soft on her. If you can’t endure some hardship on the path of cultivation, you won’t achieve much in the future…”
She smiled lightly, her eyes looking at Wen Xianyin, as if she were in a good mood. “Understood?”
Yan Huirou returned to her Bright Moon Pavilion late at night. As usual, she glanced at the loft above Qionghua Hall from the courtyard but did not see Jiang Xidai’s figure in the window.
Then, the little girl Bi Luo played and laughed with her for a long time.
Later, Bi Luo yawned several times in a row, and Yan Huirou finally persuaded her to go to rest. Her ears were finally quiet for a moment.
Yan Huirou lay in bed, pulling up the covers. She frowned slightly and rubbed her forehead with her fingers.
Actually, it had been like this for a long time. Ever since she had come out of that cave prison, there had always been some fragmented images flashing through her mind.
Faint, and impossible to grasp.
And then it would cause a headache.
Fortunately, the pain didn’t last long each day, so Yan Huirou let it be and didn’t take it to heart. She sat up, opened a drawer, and took out some pain-relieving pills.
Her fingertips touched the slightly damp medicine bottle.
Bi Luo’s cry of amazement seemed to echo in her ears again.
—These are all the ones the Sect Master uses, the best kind.
Yan Huirou’s hand held one of the porcelain bottles. The porcelain was white and bright, with only a layer of light pink glaze, a bit like the profile of a sleeping beauty.
Wen Xianyin had sent it over that day.
Yan Huirou looked at the bottle for a long time. Her fingertips pried open the seal, and she poured out a fragrant pill. Then she put it back.
She held the pill in her mouth. The round, smooth texture rolled over the tip of her tongue, as if she were back in that temple on a rainy day, the wind cold and desolate, the rain falling relentlessly.
And when she thought of Sect Master Jiang, she couldn’t help but think of that kiss.
—It was Yan Huirou who had initiated it, a light touch; it was also Jiang Xidai who had deepened it, lingering and painful.
Yan Huirou half-opened her eyes and looked at the empty ceiling. As the fragrant pill dissolved in her saliva, the pain gradually subsided.
Her faint thoughts, like drifting willow catkins, gradually settled on the ground.
She had been overthinking it.
A touch of two pairs of lips didn’t mean anything. But this was, after all, Yan Huirou’s first time kissing someone like this. Even if it was to save someone, and she didn’t have too many thoughts about it, it was hard not to find it unforgettable.
Remembering that kiss, this medicine, and Jiang Xidai’s cold and angry expression today, she thought about it for a while without any real meaning.
Sect Master Jiang is really an awkward person.
Yan Huirou let her thoughts scatter. In her sleep, she gently curved the corners of her lips.
That night, with the fragrant pill dissolving in her mouth, her head no longer ached, and she slept quite well.
But she hadn’t been asleep for long. When the first ray of dawn shone on her, Wen Xianyin arrived.
This was not an ordinary visit, nor a usual greeting. It was—
—to teach her how to cultivate.
Bi Luo held Yan Huirou’s arm, her eyes shining. “Right, Miss Yan? I told you our Senior Sister Wen is very efficient. The Sect Master likes you so much, she will definitely agree!”
Wen Xianyin bowed to Yan Huirou. “Miss Yan, the Sect Master has already given her orders. Please come with me to Jiangyun Terrace now.”
Yan Huirou said, “But I’m not a disciple of the sect yet.”
Wen Xianyin gave her another polite smile. “I’ve said it before, our Shasheng Sect doesn’t have so many rules. You just need to listen to the Sect Master.”
Jiangyun Terrace was located between Sunlit Peak and Moon-draped Peak, floating above the foundation of the Shasheng Sect. Perhaps some magic had been used. Looking down, she still felt a little afraid of heights. But soon, she was attracted by the vast maple forest below. The maple forest surrounded Jiangyun Terrace, truly living up to its name—from a distance, it was a breathtakingly beautiful sea of crimson clouds.
“It’s beautiful,” Yan Huirou’s eyes curved.
Wen Xianyin said, “This is where the disciples of the sect often come to practice.”
“Are those the people over there?”
In the distance, a group of disciples were practicing with swords and staffs. There seemed to be a few instructors as well, very focused, and they hadn’t noticed them.
“Yes. The martial arts and cultivation of the disciples in the sect are mostly taught by the older ones to the younger ones. The Sect Master doesn’t like to get involved. She only taught me some swordsmanship and hidden weapons. My skills are rudimentary, so I pass them on to others.”
Yan Huirou looked around. This floating platform was spacious and flat. “Then what does the Sect Master want to teach me?”
“Sect Master Jiang wants Miss Yan to step onto the path of immortality within three days. Without further ado, Miss Yan, let’s start now.”
Wen Xianyin had Yan Huirou sit down cross-legged. She took out a book from her sleeve and flipped through a few pages.
Yan Huirou sat obediently and looked up at Senior Sister Wen.
Wen Xianyin recited an incomprehensible incantation and then had Yan Huirou repeat it.
“Focus on one point, the four symbols return to their positions, the five elements are the guide, the six directions are the boundary, the seven luminaries change, the eight directions come in homage, the nine turns form the elixir…”
Yan Huirou closed her eyes and recited it word by word. Her voice grew softer and softer. Her mind was clear and bright, as if a drop of water had fallen into a lake.
Drip.
Ripples spread out, one after another.
Seeing this, Wen Xianyin let out a sigh of relief. The moment Yan Huirou started chanting, some white spots of light appeared around her. This was enough to show that her comprehension was sufficient to support her cultivation. Her talent was not low.
From the looks of it, achieving Qi Induction should still be possible. It just might not be within three days, as the conditions given by the Sect Master were a bit too harsh.
Or rather, too harsh.
An ordinary disciple might have to fumble around for a few months, and those with poor aptitude might struggle for a few years. Sect Master Jiang was undoubtedly a heaven-sent genius. It was said that she had only taken the time of an incense stick to achieve Qi Induction back then…
Thinking of this, Wen Xianyin felt a little heartbroken. This “three days” was very likely the slowest speed the Sect Master thought possible. It was the classic remark of someone so privileged they couldn’t comprehend the struggles of others.
Just then, a strange phenomenon occurred on Yan Huirou’s side.
The white spots of light floated for a moment, but instead of gathering into a formed spiritual energy, they scattered in all directions around Yan Huirou.
Yan Huirou’s face turned slightly pale. She trembled and suddenly leaned forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The blood splattered three feet away, very eye-catching.
Wen Xianyin was shocked and quickly stepped forward to support her. But for some reason, she herself felt a pain in her chest, and a bloody taste welled up in her mouth.
Wen Xianyin didn’t think it was because of Yan Huirou. She just checked herself in confusion.
Qi deviation?
Doesn’t seem like it.
The important thing was not her, but Yan Huirou.
Although the Sect Master had instructed her to teach her to the point of death, if something really happened to Yan Huirou, Wen Xianyin felt that even eight layers of her skin wouldn’t be enough for Jiang Xidai to peel off.
Yan Huirou opened her eyes, her face a little pale. “…What happened just now?”
Wen Xianyin clutched her chest and, after a moment, checked her condition. She frowned. “I might have to ask the Sect Master to come over.”