I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 26

“Sect Master. Regarding Yan Huirou’s cultivation, your instructions…”
Jiang Xidai was peeling a lychee. The red skin peeled away to reveal the plump, white flesh.
She tilted her head, her fingers curled, and licked the juice from her fingertips while casually glancing at the kneeling Wen Xianyin.
Wen Xianyin frowned. “I’m afraid I’m powerless.”
The woman on the throne turned over, her light, flowing red robes sliding down her curves. She tossed the empty lychee shell into the plate with a clatter. “What’s wrong? Is that girl too stupid?”
“Not really. It can be seen that Miss Yan’s aptitude is not bad, but all the meridians in her body are destroyed, with almost no continuous points…” Wen Xianyin was on the verge of saying Yan Huirou was practically a cripple, but considering the Sect Master’s mood, she changed her tone and said tactfully, “Achieving Qi Induction within three days, I’m afraid it’s impossible.”
Jiang Xidai was holding the next piece of lychee in her mouth. The sweet and juicy taste had lifted her recently somber mood a little. But upon hearing the senior sister’s words, she cast a surprised glance at her.
All her meridians are destroyed?
That was no easy feat.
Jiang Xidai was wondering who the little girl had offended when she thought of their first meeting, of Yan Huirou’s dying appearance in the Qingxu Sect’s cave prison.
At their first meeting, dried blood had caked Yan Huirou’s entire body. She was disheveled and dirty, not like a person, but more like an animal, chained and tied up.
Her voice was hoarse, with barely a breath left. She hadn’t begged for her life, but had pleaded with Jiang Xidai to kill her.
But Yan Huirou had lived a quiet life since then, with no radical tendencies. For someone with such a gentle nature to beg others to kill her, it was hard to imagine what kind of pain she had suffered.
“I suppose it was the Qingxu Sect’s doing.” Jiang Xidai lowered her eyelashes and let out a soft, cold laugh. “Planning to use her against me? They must have been afraid she would escape or take revenge, so they destroyed her foundation to prevent future trouble. It’s quite normal.”
Given Yan Huirou’s constitution, the people of the Qingxu Sect had probably suffered greatly themselves, and had spent a great deal of effort to cripple her. And they still hadn’t stopped. She didn’t know if they hated Yan Huirou too much, or Jiang Xidai too much.
Wen Xianyin was startled and frowned. “What a vicious move.”
“Quite good.” Jiang Xidai took a handkerchief from the side with a lack of interest and wiped her hands. “I killed the old man of the Qingxu Sect and a good number of his elite disciples. Although I don’t know who her enemy was, they’re probably all dead.”
The woman sighed. “Yan Huirou won’t be able to take revenge in this life. The thought of that makes me quite happy.”
“…” Wen Xianyin didn’t dare to make a sound, afraid of interrupting the Sect Master’s stunning train of thought.
Is this something to be regretful about?
Didn’t you just help her take revenge directly?
If it were Wen Xianyin herself, how difficult would it be to kill the master of a sect? She would probably be too busy thanking Jiang Xidai to even think of anything else.
“Bring Yan Huirou to me.”
Jiang Xidai immediately gave the order.
She didn’t pity Yan Huirou. She was just rather displeased that her plan to change the plot had been disrupted.
The master of the Shasheng Sect was temperamental but always a woman of her word.
For example, at Lanyue Pavilion that day, Jiang Xidai could have killed all the sect members, but then she remembered her earlier promise to take their lives if she couldn’t find Zhan Ke—but she did find her, so in a fit of anger, she had only set fire to the mountain.
Now that she had decided to let Yan Huirou cultivate, but Yan Huirou couldn’t, that was naturally not acceptable.
Even if the sky fell, Yan Huirou had to cultivate, not just remain idle and accomplish nothing until her bloodline awakened one day.
She couldn’t stand seeing this person have it so easy.
As Wen Xianyin turned around, she let out a light sigh.
Sometimes she thought, the Sect Master was actually a good person at times.
Yan Huirou was brought to Qionghua Hall.
She had been taught by Wen Xianyin that morning. She hadn’t even grasped the basics of Qi Induction before she had vomited three liters of blood and was too weak to continue.
She didn’t know if this kind of performance—had disappointed Sect Master Jiang?
Unexpectedly, the master of the Shasheng Sect did not summon her inside, but came out herself.
The woman’s dark hair was loose, and she was still in her vibrant red robes, but she seemed to have changed into a more form-fitting style. A slender, crimson soft sword hung from her hand.
Those slightly curved eyes glanced at Yan Huirou, then as if in mockery, “Sometimes I really don’t know what people like you are thinking. Without the ability to protect yourself, you still sleep so soundly every day.”
Yan Huirou was accommodating and said, “From the Sect Master’s character, I am in the Shasheng Sect, and with you protecting me, I naturally don’t have to worry.”
This statement undoubtedly made Jiang Xidai frown again, as if she were wondering how such a useless thing could be the daughter of fortune.
“Come here.”
Yan Huirou followed.
Jiang Xidai led her through the red maple forest. This place was very quiet, not as crowded as Jiangyun Terrace. Their footsteps were also silent; they could only hear the slight friction of their feet on the muddy ground and fallen leaves.
The scenery here was unique. Jiang Xidai disliked seeing messy people dirtying her maple forest, so she only allowed those disciples to watch from a distance and not come here to rest when they had nothing to do.
There was a small pavilion in the maple forest. If it rained, one could sit here and rest. Besides, the red pavilion and red maples complemented each other, creating a very harmonious scene.
Yan Huirou noticed an empty space near the small pavilion, and there were sword marks on the trunk of a red maple tree nearby.
She immediately understood that this should be where Jiang Xidai often came.
“Hand.”
Yan Huirou rolled up her sleeves and held out her hand to Jiang Xidai loosely, with a look of great trust.
Jiang Xidai gripped her wrist, and Yan Huirou followed her, inevitably taking a few steps forward.
She looked up, and their eyes met. She clearly felt the woman’s disgust.
So Yan Huirou lowered her gaze to the blood-red soft sword in her hand.
The blade of the sword was slender and bright, but the pattern on it was very intricate. Yan Huirou had never looked closely at her sword before, and she was very impressed when she did. The patterns on it were not words, but images.
It was a bit like the “Along the River During the Qingming Festival.” The narrow blade was like a scroll of painting, and what was carved on it was a lively and bustling scene of the mortal world, full of worldly charm. If it weren’t under the sun, one wouldn’t be able to see such a profound mystery.
Yan Huirou’s gaze followed it, and a few inches above where Jiang Xidai held the sword, a few characters in graceful clerical script were carved: “A Ten-foot Soft Red.”
Just at that unintentional moment, a sudden heat shot through her wrist.
Before Yan Huirou could react, a throbbing pain filled her entire body, as if a great river had been poured into her ordinary body.
“…”
Yan Huirou endured the throbbing pain, cold sweat dripping down her forehead.
Jiang Xidai had no intention of being gentle. She just felt that this person before her was truly a wreck. When she looked inside, her meridians were a mess, blocked here and broken there.
“Can you… be a little gentler?”
Jiang Xidai felt a few uncontrollable gasps of breath by her neck.
Yan Huirou’s soft groans of pain were very clear in her ears.
That faint gasp seemed to swirl around Jiang Xidai’s neck before drifting out, tickling her.
The small disturbance, however, made her spiritual energy surge.
At this time, Jiang Xidai had her eyes closed, forcefully clearing her tangled and blocked meridians.
Yan Huirou’s insides were really like a ruin, tattered and broken, which distracted her for a long time.
But not long after, Jiang Xidai felt something indescribable. The pain all over Yan Huirou’s body was reflected back onto her, perhaps just a step behind Yan Huirou herself.
Damn it, I almost forgot about this—
Jiang Xidai was also in so much pain that she was sweating profusely, no different from Yan Huirou. Her hand was trembling. For a moment, she didn’t know if she should continue to pour her spiritual energy in. In any case, she was much gentler.
But Jiang Xidai had always been a stubborn woman. Although she was afraid of pain, when she thought of how Yan Huirou was still in good shape, only groaning a few times… had she, who had lived for half her life, not be as resilient as a little girl?
This inexplicable sense of comparison arose, and Jiang Xidai did not stop for a moment.
The two of them didn’t know how long they had tortured each other.
Until Yan Huirou’s lower lip was bitten through, and Yan Huirou could no longer hold on, she leaned forward, trembling—
Before her eyes went black, she tightly hugged the only thing she could rely on.
Unfortunately, the dignified Sect Master Jiang had become this thing.
Just as the two of them were in so much pain that they couldn’t tell each other apart—she had never expected that Yan Huirou, who was on the verge of fainting, would fall on her.
Jiang Xidai’s eyes snapped open, clearly not expecting Yan Huirou’s boldness. Her waist was held tightly by Yan Huirou, almost completely encircled in her arms.
Yan Huirou had clutched the fabric at her waist in pain, and her other hand was gripping her lower back tightly.
Jiang Xidai was about to scold her, but her lower back was gripped tightly by Yan Huirou again.
Mm…
A strange numbness shot up her spine, and the pain even eased a little.
Jiang Xidai’s lower back was quite sensitive. She had never been able to stand being held, and with the dignity of a sect master, no one would deliberately try to be intimate with her. So she was touched even less, and it became even more sensitive.
And now, that place was being held openly by another woman, wantonly kneaded, which was very tantalizing.
Besides, Yan Huirou was a little…
A little fragrant.
A warm, faint osmanthus scent, but on closer inspection, it wasn’t quite that. It seemed to be her own scent, or the scent of her hair.
Like an autumn wind rolling through osmanthus, it all blew into her embrace, entangled in her clothes.
Gentle and serene, it was calming.
But with just a slip of thought, it made Jiang Xidai’s intended scolding tone soften for a rare moment. She bit her lower lip and grabbed the two hands that were causing trouble.
“…Let go.”
“I’m sorry…” Yan Huirou’s face was pale. “Did I… hurt you…”
The girl’s faint apology sounded so abrupt and unnecessary amidst her groans of pain.
Isn’t it obvious?
Then why haven’t you let go?
Are you addicted to grabbing? Or are you taking the opportunity to retaliate against me?
Jiang Xidai thought unhappily.
Yan Huirou tactfully let go—but perhaps it wasn’t tact. Because after saying that, the ravaged Miss Yan had already collapsed from exhaustion.
Yan Huirou’s knees bent, and she fell to the ground with a thud. There was no time to help her; one could only see a shadow.
Jiang Xidai knew this was bad, thinking that her knees would probably be ravaged by the rebound again.
She tensed her legs and didn’t move.
This buff sometimes rebounded randomly, who knew?
But the pain in her knees didn’t come. Jiang Xidai had just relaxed a little when she suddenly felt a pain in the top of her foot.
She was wondering why when she looked down—
Oh.
Yan Huirou had just happened to kneel on her shoe, and it had come down with a thud.
This time, it wasn’t a rebound, but a very direct injury.
It hurts like hell.
Jiang Xidai sucked in a cold breath, and the impact brought a thin layer of tears to her eyes.