I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 30

“Sect Master Jiang? We’re going out together today.”
Before Jiang Xidai could even open her eyes, a clear and sweet greeting sounded by her ear, piercing through her drowsy dream: “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. I still don’t know where we’re going.”
Insolent.
Too insolent.
In the entire Shasheng Sect, as long as Jiang Xidai didn’t open her eyes, even if she were just meditating, who would dare to speak in her presence?
Who would dare to rush her out the door?
It wasn’t the annoyance of having her sweet dream disturbed, but a sense of dislocation that rose from her heart.
But after Jiang Xidai half-opened her eyes, shielded half the light with her hand, and, through the hazy light between her fingers, saw clearly the face that had leaned over—
She was dazed for a short while, then sneered inwardly. It was no surprise.
It was that little girl.
No wonder.
After all, Yan Huirou had always been a strange person. She was afraid of killing, afraid of blood, afraid of dismembered bodies, but she wasn’t the least bit afraid of her.
Jiang Xidai had fallen asleep on a soft recliner last night. She propped herself up, and the thin blanket covering her collarbone slid down, landing softly on her legs.
She lowered her eyes to the thin blanket, her brow furrowed, feeling as if she had lost her memory.
She thought for a while, only remembering that Yan Huirou had told her a very boring story, and then…
She couldn’t remember.
Jiang Xidai didn’t dwell on unimportant matters. Because she had had a good night’s sleep, her whole body was still a little soft. She tried to move but couldn’t quite muster the energy.
Yan Huirou held out a hand to her and said with concern, “Did you sleep too long and can’t get up? Need a hand?”
“…”
Jiang Xidai squinted her eyes sleepily. The curve of her eyes was even more charming because of the upward tilt. Her gaze fell on this—hmm, clean hand, and she stared at it for a long time.
Then the woman rolled her eyes at Yan Huirou and stood up on her own. “You’re in the way, you troublesome little girl.”
The dark hair that had been messy on her back last night now flowed down like a long-accumulated waterfall.
Yan Huirou lowered her hand and followed behind her, watching her thoughtfully for a while. Her gaze inadvertently fell on her legs, and her cheeks flushed slightly. She immediately looked away.
“Are you going out just like this?”
With a light snap of her fingers, a white jade and red plum blossom ring flew from some corner, tying a lock of her hair from each temple behind her head.
The storage ring she had taken off in her leisure also put itself back on her finger.
As she walked towards the main hall door, her outer robe also floated over like a wisp of red smoke and draped itself over her. Along the way, it also pulled over a belt, which tightened around her waist like a coiled snake.
The embroidered umbrella she usually carried, along with the sword inside it, had even fawningly assembled itself and flew over, and she held it in her palm with a single reach.
By the time Jiang Xidai had reached the main hall door, she had a completely new look. The open umbrella was filled with the warm, gentle daylight, and the hibiscus flowers on it were a vibrant red.
The beauty under the umbrella turned her head halfway and glanced at Yan Huirou. “Going out just like this, what’s wrong?”
“…Sometimes I’m quite envious of cultivators,” Yan Huirou said, stunned.
“What’s the use of being envious?” Jiang Xidai looked straight ahead. “Instead of seeking it yourself, you’re just going to wait?”
“Actually, my situation… doesn’t seem very suitable for cultivation.”
Yan Huirou’s cheerful voice came from behind, still so serene. “Let’s just let nature take its course.”
Jiang Xidai’s hand holding the umbrella tightened. She stopped in her tracks and looked back at her, saying in a faint, cold voice, “Sometimes I really don’t understand why some people never fight for anything, yet they still get so much in the end.”
Yan Huirou was confused. “Me?”
If not you, who else?
Jiang Xidai frowned.
Of course, she wasn’t talking about the current Yan Huirou.
But the future one.
But even looking at the present, the female lead’s “special advantage” was already apparent. Jiang Xidai, whose cultivation was at the peak, couldn’t even kill her, who had no cultivation at all. What an absurd thing.
Yan Huirou might have suffered some hardship, but most of the time, she just had to wait. Just like in the Qingxu Sect’s cave prison back then, even if Jiang Xidai hadn’t acted, a boy named Li Xinghe would have come to save her.
Just like she didn’t need to cultivate hard at all, just waiting for the right time to dual cultivate and become a demigod.
And just like she didn’t need to pursue him desperately, a male lead who fell in love with her at first sight would be devoted to her and care for her.
The system had also mentioned once when it first explained the original plot that the female lead’s popularity would be very good in the future.
If the whole world hated her, Jiang Xidai, then Yan Huirou could be said to have all the love and kindness in the world.
“Forget it.”
Jiang Xidai no longer spared her a glance and thought to herself, But now that you’ve fallen into my hands, your good days are over.
Yan Huirou was completely unaware of the abyss she was about to face. She followed Jiang Xidai for a short while, and then Sect Master Jiang, as expected, found her pace too slow and tedious. She grabbed her by the back of her collar like a little rabbit and in an instant, they were soaring into the sky again.
Yan Huirou was blown out of shape once more.
But after that, it became almost a regular occurrence.
Jiang Xidai traveled east all the way, passing countless large and small sects amidst the green mountains, and finally found the familiar three words “Shenji Pavilion.”
Yes, the one that had come to besiege her that day.
One of the four great righteous sects.
That day, this sect had set up a banner with an embroidered, cleverly made butterfly—a small thing, but quite exquisite.
So Jiang Xidai had a particularly strong impression of it and unfortunately remembered this sect.
The current Pavilion Lord of Shenji Pavilion, named Fa Baichuan, was advanced in years, but his cultivation was not top-tier.
If he had known that Jiang Xidai had remembered his sect because of this pattern—he would probably have knelt on the ground and cried, changing the sect’s emblem to something unsightly.
But, it was not much different now.
Jiang Xidai arrived openly, as if she were strolling through her own courtyard, easily passing through the barrier without any attempt to conceal herself.
Almost at the same moment, all the disciples of Shenji Pavilion were in an uproar.
The alarm bell rang loudly.
Pavilion Lord Fa Baichuan stood in front of the mountain gate, wearing a gray Daoist robe, his brow furrowed into the character for “river.”
He could barely contain his terror, but as the master of a pavilion, he couldn’t show weakness in front of everyone. He could only force himself to say gravely, “I’m afraid, I’m afraid the visitor has ill intentions.”
“Pavilion Lord Fa, what should we do?” the elders beside him also felt their hearts palpitate and asked one after another, “Do we fight? Or think of another way?”
“These days, Lanyue Pavilion has been burned, and the one from the Qingxu Sect is dead. The only ones who haven’t suffered are our Shenji Pavilion and the Haoran Sect.”
Fa Baichuan said, “We must not be as foolish as the Qingxu Sect. Under these circumstances, we cannot have a conflict with that woman.”
Among the current leaders of the righteous path, in terms of strength, it was either Haoran Sect’s master, Xie Minting, or Lanyue Pavilion’s Zhan Ke. Neither of them could kill Jiang Xidai. Why should he covet this fame?
Shenji Pavilion just had to fight for third place. There was no need to be a big shot.
He didn’t want to die without a complete corpse like that old Daoist.
Just as he was speaking, the red-robed beauty, holding her umbrella, was already standing not far from the mountain gate. She smiled slowly at the crowd, her face beautiful and radiant. “Your sect is quite polite. The reception for me is quite grand.”
It was indeed grand. The Pavilion Lord and the elders were standing in front of the mountain gate, their faces as if they had seen a ghost, celebrating Jiang Xidai’s arrival with the entire sect.
“Pavilion Lord Fa,” another elder said hesitantly, “Shenji Pavilion is, after all, one of the four great righteous sects of the Immortal Alliance. To let this demonic heretic trample on us now, without even putting up a fight, isn’t it a bit…”
When Jiang Xidai walked over, the Pavilion Lord’s gaze sharpened, and he drew his sword—
The cold, bright blade reflected the woman’s half-smiling expression.
The Pavilion Lord’s hand trembled, and with a whoosh, he sheathed his sword.
“Sect Master Jiang.” He held the sword level and bowed slightly.
The elders: “…”
“What are you doing?” Jiang Xidai held her umbrella and glanced at his sword a few times. “It’s not as pretty as my Soft Red Ten-foot. What a piece of junk. You can keep it for yourself.”
The old man laughed dryly, stroking his beard, a little embarrassed. “May I ask what important matter brings the Sect Master here today?”
“Nothing major.” Jiang Xidai pulled Yan Huirou out from behind her. “See this girl?”
“Her meridians are broken, and she can’t cultivate.” Jiang Xidai said faintly, “I’ve heard that your Shenji Pavilion is fond of studying this kind of thing. You have a lot of magic artifacts and treasures, and some of them have unexpected uses. Go and find a suitable one. No matter what method you use, I want her meridians to be reconnected.”
Yan Huirou also smiled a little awkwardly. Mainly because… the expressions of the people in front of her were varied, a kind of suffocating feeling of having suffered but being unable to speak out.
She had thought Sect Master Jiang had just wanted to go out for a walk. She had never expected it to be like this.
Yan Huirou gently lowered her eyelashes. She had never expected that Jiang Xidai would go to such lengths for her cultivation, traveling thousands of miles to trouble another sect.
Although it wasn’t good, although this method was a little—
But for Jiang Xidai to do this for her, it was hard for Yan Huirou to blame her for anything.
As Jiang Xidai was speaking, she didn’t notice that her sleeve had been pulled by a small corner of Yan Huirou’s.
Fa Baichuan cautiously glanced at the young woman beside Jiang Xidai and replied, “But, Sect Master Jiang, although our Shenji Pavilion is skilled in making clever devices, broken meridians are irreversible. I’m afraid this…”
“You can’t do it?” Jiang Xidai didn’t make any other move. She just twirled the handle of her umbrella, drew out her beloved sword a little, and caressed the intricate patterns on it.
The Pavilion Lord almost knelt down. “I will go and think of a way!”
“How many days will you think?”
“Perhaps—seven—”
“So long.”
“…Three days.”
Jiang Xidai was satisfied and didn’t hesitate to give them a smile. The demoness’s smile was indeed captivating, but no one dared to admire it for more than a few glances, only feeling a shiver.
She sheathed her soft sword, folded up her infamous embroidered umbrella, and carried it behind her. “I’ve come from afar, yet you don’t even invite me in for a seat.”
Fa Baichuan said, “What are you standing around for? Quickly invite the Sect Master to take a seat. And—this honored guest, may I ask for your name?”
Yan Huirou said apologetically, “My surname is Yan. Pavilion Lord… you don’t have to be so polite.”
Jiang Xidai was not as reserved as Yan Huirou.
When she sat, she sat in a grand manner, unceremoniously taking the highest seat in the pavilion’s main hall, as if she were the master of this place.