I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 3

A wisp of light smoke drifted slowly from a three-legged, celadon-glazed incense burner.
The trail of smoke was faint and straight, undisturbed, creating an atmosphere of exceptional tranquility.
The woman sat cross-legged on the couch, her long lashes trembling over her closed eyes.
Her breathing was ragged. Her hands clenched and unclenched, and a thin layer of sweat gathered on her forehead, forming large drops that trickled down the contours of her beautiful face.
Drip.
Drip, tap.
When the trembling reached its peak, her eyes snapped open, the bloodthirsty aura within them not yet faded.
Jiang Xidai gasped for breath, looking around in a state of lingering disorientation. Her frantic movements even disturbed the column of smoke, causing it to bend into an elegant loop before settling back into stillness.
Then, silence returned.
The room’s layout was familiar; it was her own bedchamber in the Shasheng Sect.
But that shouldn’t be possible. One moment she was being besieged by the four great righteous sects on Lingxi Mountain’s Wangyue Terrace, and the next, had she teleported through space?
Just then, a light knock came from the door—three heavy taps followed by a light one.
Jiang Xidai raised her eyes. “Come in.”
The visitor was one of her disciples, Wen Xianyin. The moment she entered, she noticed Jiang Xidai’s slightly pale complexion. “Sect Master? You…”
“How did I return?” Jiang Xidai interrupted her.
Wen Xianyin seemed taken aback but answered respectfully, “You have been in seclusion for over three months and have not gone out during this time. I came today to remind you that the day of your appointment with ‘that person’ has arrived.”
“However…” Wen Xianyin hesitated. “Sect Master, this journey is perilous. I have heard that the Qingxu Sect, Shenji Pavilion, Lanyue Pavilion, and Haoran Sect have all responded. That woman’s intentions are surely impure. It is likely a trap… Are you certain you want to go?”
The words sounded very familiar to Jiang Xidai—in fact, they weren’t just familiar, they were exactly what had happened.
Wen Xianyin had said the very same thing to her a few days ago, word for word.
And her reply had been, “Ah Ke has remained hidden for many years. Now that she has succeeded as the pavilion lord, she is finally willing to meet. Of course, I must go.”
After that, she had gone, and just as Wen Xianyin had predicted, the four great righteous sects had laid an inescapable trap, preparing to capture her.
Jiang Xidai had always been arrogant and proud. She had never feared anyone in her life. Never mind the four great sects; even if they gathered all the cultivators in the world to face her, she wouldn’t have felt a shred of fear.
She was simply going to see the person she wanted to see.
Wen Xianyin’s words made her heart stop. Could it be that I haven’t just crossed a great distance, but also time itself?
Does such an immortal art truly exist in this world?
“Sect Master!”
Jiang Xidai got off the couch and turned to meet Wen Xianyin’s worried gaze.
“It’s nothing. Those curs aren’t even worth my attention.”
Wen Xianyin only caught a whiff of a fragrant breeze before the figure in front of her vanished.
In an instant, Jiang Xidai was already flying through the sky, heading towards Lingxi Mountain.
Ding—
A sharp sound pierced her mind.
A pain shot through Jiang Xidai’s temples, and she pressed a hand to her forehead.
“Congratulations, Host, on your rebirth and successful binding with the System. The world you are in is a romance novel titled White Lotus.”
Who is this voice?
To be able to transmit sound directly into my mind without me sensing it, their cultivation must be far greater than my own.
When did such a person ever appear in the cultivation world?
Jiang Xidai’s heart tensed. Her expression remained unchanged, but she raised her guard to its highest level. Helplessly, she scanned her surroundings but could not find the source of the sound. She only heard the strange voice continue in a wooden tone:
“Does the Host require an overview of this text’s main plot?”
“This text?”
Jiang Xidai asked, surprised.
A buzzing sound, one that Jiang Xidai had never heard before, came from the voice’s direction. After a moment, the voice spoke again:
“Yes, Host. ‘This text’ can also be called a novel or storybook. It is a predetermined literary genre, specifically referring to the novel White Lotus, which is the world you currently inhabit.”
“In your previous life, you died prematurely because you struck the female lead, causing the plotline to deviate.”
“Therefore, a correction is needed… beep… beep… beep…”
A novel? A storybook?
Jiang Xidai looked around. She was now amidst the clouds. Below her were lush green trees, mountains like dark jade, and a vast, open lake stretching across the land.
She could move freely through the wind and clouds.
Everything was terrifyingly real. How could the words of this voice in her head be anything but absurd?
It must be a madman.
Jiang Xidai’s brows furrowed, and she sped away through the clouds.
The voice in her head did not speak again.
In less than half an incense stick’s time, she once again saw the silhouette of Lingxi Mountain’s Wangyue Terrace.
This time, however, on second thought, she did not approach Wangyue Terrace directly. Instead, she bypassed the main peak and headed for the cave prison on the back mountain.
The Qingxu Sect’s cave prison was built halfway up the mountain, hidden by overgrown weeds. It looked as if no one had entered or left for a very long time. Most of the disciples imprisoned here had committed serious crimes, and few ever saw the light of day again.
Jiang Xidai flung her umbrella. Its blade-sharp edge cut through the air with a whoosh, and with a tremendous roar, the gate of the cave prison was crushed to dust under her power.
The cultivators gathered on Wangyue Terrace seemed to hear the commotion and were now rushing towards the back mountain.
But Jiang Xidai was not afraid in the slightest. She closed her white umbrella, slung it over her back, gathered the hem of her vibrant red dress, and walked into the dark, damp cave prison with a frown.
—These useless weaklings who can’t even sense my approach aren’t worth guarding against at all.
But inside this cave, her intuition told her something was amiss.
Jiang Xidai walked through the prison. The few cells she passed were empty, with only some straw scattered carelessly on the ground.
Her cultivation was profound, so her footsteps made almost no sound as they passed over the straw. The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Female lead’s aura detected! Beep—
The roar in her head gave Jiang Xidai another headache. She pressed her forehead and cursed under her breath, “…What is this thing.”
The voice vanished.
The further she went, the sound she heard was no longer the strange, otherworldly beeping.
A soft breath was drawn in, then exhaled. It was faint and intermittent, as if the person lacked the strength to even breathe.
It wasn’t Jiang Xidai’s own breathing. It belonged to another living person.
In the deepest part of the cave prison, Jiang Xidai suddenly stopped, her gaze lifting slowly.
—As the master of the Shasheng Sect, she was accustomed to scenes of bloodshed, but even she found the sight before her hard to look at.
Two massive, coiling dragon pillars stood there, strung with crisscrossing black iron chains.
Two iron claws extending from them had pierced through a young girl’s back, hooking her firmly in place.
She was called a young girl… but that was only judging from her frame. In reality, she barely looked human anymore.
She was nothing but skin and bones, her long hair was dry and lifeless, matted with blood as it hung down limply. The flesh around the two iron hooks had already begun to rot, revealing the stark white bone beneath—a truly gruesome sight.
To still be alive after all this.
Jiang Xidai recognized the face—it was easy to remember someone so hideously mangled.
This half-dead person before her was the one Zhan Ke had pulled up as a shield during the critical moment.
She couldn’t sense any profound cultivation from her, nor anything else unusual.
But the pain of her death before her rebirth was still vivid in her memory, like being sliced by a thousand cuts. It was possible this strange girl had suddenly unleashed some power—in short, she was not to be trifled with.
Faced with a threat, the logical course of action was to eliminate it quickly.
She hesitated no longer. Crimson Illumination unfurled behind her, the white umbrella embroidered with hibiscus opening and closing like a lotus.
The blood-red soft sword shot out with a whoosh, plunging straight into the girl’s heart.
At the same time, however, Jiang Xidai felt a sharp pain in her own chest. She suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
Her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.