I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 40

What was Jiang Xidai thinking when she stopped?
Perhaps she was simply annoyed that Yan Huirou was too slow and was reluctantly waiting for her.
Or perhaps she was thinking that the feeling of being thanked for the first time was truly unfamiliar. For a moment, her entire heart was empty, and she didn’t know what expression to make.
The little female lead’s heart was too soft, and she always judged by actions, not intentions. How others treated her, perhaps they didn’t have such noble thoughts at all, but she would always remember it in her heart and could sincerely express it.
She always remembered the good in others, but would just brush past the hatred.
A person like this, if she wasn’t the daughter of fortune, would really be eaten to the bone in the cultivation world.
Jiang Xidai: “Yan Huirou.”
Yan Huirou answered obediently, “Sect Master, what is it?”
“I’m tired of watching you practice these boring things,” Jiang Xidai said. “Practice for another month, then you don’t have to come anymore.”
Yan Huirou was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes, and then hummed in agreement.
She thought that this was just a whim of the Sect Master’s favor, and it was normal for it to be taken back. After all, she alone was really taking up a lot of Jiang Xidai’s energy.
But her mood fell slightly.
“After another month, these external skills will be enough.” Jiang Xidai looked back and said, “Your aptitude is not bad. Since so much effort has been spent to let you cultivate, you might as well start early. I will teach you the original set of sword techniques.”
Yan Huirou was stunned again, and then she smiled and looked up. “Alright.”
Beep! Female Lead Favorability +1
Jiang Xidai silently sneered in her heart. As expected, it’s still such a cheap way to increase it.
“But your swordsmanship is like that… or what can you use? Swords, spears, staffs, rods, fan blades, daggers, umbrellas, soft whips, silk ribbons, all eighteen kinds of weapons, there’s nothing I’m not good at. You can pick whatever you like.”
Jiang Xidai was a little dissatisfied with her swordsmanship, but when it came to this aspect, she was like an expert counting her family treasures. Her tone was normal today, but she was unusually tolerant, and even gave Yan Huirou the freedom to choose.
“I’m fine with learning anything. After all, I don’t know anything.”
Yan Huirou gradually caught up with her, and the two of them walked side by side, slowing down at the same time. The morning sun made their shadows shorter and shorter.
“You’re quite amazing, to be able to learn so much.” Yan Huirou said curiously, “Did a famous master guide you back then?”
…Where would such a good thing come from.
The environment she grew up in as a child was extremely harsh. Everything she had learned was just to survive. She used whatever she had in her hands, and there was no room to be picky.
“I suppose so.” Jiang Xidai didn’t talk much with her. She didn’t want to have to coax a constantly crying little girl on the road.
She had never seen it before, so she didn’t believe that someone would really cry for her for half a day.
Now she had to believe it.
—It had to be the female lead of this text, so sentimental and fragile.
A month later, Yan Huirou still chose swordsmanship. After all, everyone generally used a sword.
Besides, the way Jiang Xidai had danced with her sword that day, paired with that blood-red soft sword carved with the ten-foot red dust scroll, the phrase “as graceful as a startled swan’s reflection” was no longer a shallow description, but a real scene that her eyes had witnessed, and it had been hard to forget since.
The Shasheng Sect was suspended between two high peaks, roughly symmetrical on the left and right, and was built in an exceptionally grand manner.
The Sect Master’s Qionghua Hall was at the very back. Looking past the backyard, the path for people came to an abrupt end, leaving only a vast, magnificent hanging lake.
A waterfall poured out from the lake, like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven to the mortal world, all the way down to the bottom of the two peaks, a very magnificent sight.
For some reason, today, Sect Master Jiang had summoned Yan Huirou to wait for her under the waterfall.
Yan Huirou admired it for a while and praised, “How spectacular.”
“The blood flows into this hanging lake, and then flows down the waterfall to the bottom of the valley—”
Bi Luo said with regret, “I’ve never seen a crimson waterfall before. I heard everyone say it flows like the River Styx. Such a spectacle, I really envy those who came early!”
Yan Huirou said with some difficulty, “Mm… this, is a bit bloody.”
“That’s true. I feel like the smell would be very unpleasant.” Bi Luo said, “Then let’s not look. The white one is also very beautiful.”
“Ah—the Sect Master is over there.” Bi Luo saw a red figure in the distance and quickly let go of Yan Huirou’s arm. It was probably something Senior Sister Wen had taught her.
She smiled and said, “Miss Yan, you should go by yourself. I’ll go back first?”
“Alright.”
Yan Huirou answered gently, her steps light as she stepped on a rock and pushed herself up. This was thanks to Jiang Xidai shooting plum blossom darts at her every day. Her movement technique was now much more agile.
The grass and trees at the bottom of the valley were lush, and the shadows of the trees swayed. The seasons here in the Shasheng Sect seemed to be different from those down the mountain. She didn’t know if there was some kind of spell maintaining it. Ever since a certain day, it seemed that the mountain colors had become more and more vibrant, and the summer heat had also been increasing day by day.
It was probably summer.
Yan Huirou felt the flowers on the branches gently brush against her cheek. She blinked gently and pushed them aside. “Sect Master Jiang, you came early?”
But looking through the misty water vapor under the waterfall, Yan Huirou couldn’t help but purse her lips.
Perhaps because it was hot today, the woman was draped in a crimson light gauze. The skin on her collarbone and arms was semi-transparent red. Underneath, it was a little more modest, but she was only wearing a chest wrap.
The water flowed straight down, creating a faint mist, which also surrounded her.
She had her back to Yan Huirou. Yan Huirou could even see the flower branch tattoo on her back that wasn’t covered, faintly visible under the red gauze.
“It’s hot,” Jiang Xidai said. “It’s stuffy in the hall.”
This was also why she was not willing to teach Yan Huirou on Jiangyun Terrace or in the maple forest. The former was too sunny, and the latter was a little hot. Although she could avoid the summer heat, there was no need to waste spiritual energy on a hot day.
The area under the waterfall was cool, a good place to be in the summer.
She heard the female lead answer gently, “…I can see that you’re very hot.”
Beep! Female Lead Favorability +1
Jiang Xidai turned around, surprised by the strangeness of this system.
Could it be that it’s really broken?
She said it was hot. What was there for Yan Huirou to increase her favorability for?
Why is this girl’s favorability system so strange?
But the female lead’s warm and pure eyes had just swept over her collarbone with concentration for a long time, and then her cheeks had turned slightly red, and she had looked away.
“…”
Why is her face red? What is she shy about?
What kind of lustful, hungry ghost have I picked up?
“Come out.” Jiang Xidai suddenly understood something and was a little angry and embarrassed. But it was strange to go back and change her clothes now, so she tapped the system in her heart.
Host, is there anything I can help you with?
“The female lead likes men, right?”
Host, please rest assured. This text is a romance novel, and the female lead’s sexual orientation is set to straight.
Jiang Xidai didn’t understand what ‘straight’ meant, so she ordered the system to explain further. The system, citing various sources, explained the difference between ‘heterosexual’ and ‘homosexual.’ Intrigued, Jiang Xidai pestered it about the latter for a long time. The system then had to introduce more specific terms for relationship dynamics, such as ‘top’ and ‘bottom.’
“Then doesn’t that just mean she only likes men?” Jiang Xidai said faintly, “What’s the difference?”
It is also possible for the host to understand it this way.
When Jiang Xidai looked at Yan Huirou again, the shyness on the little girl’s face had gradually faded. And thinking of the system’s firm guarantee, the strange feeling in her heart was much reduced.
Yan Huirou took the initiative to speak. “Sect Master Jiang, why did you suddenly stop talking just now?”
“It’s nothing.”
Jiang Xidai was thinking that she seemed to be “bent.” Then was she a top or a bottom? But when her gaze shifted to Yan Huirou, she immediately dismissed it in her heart—if this little girl was “bent,” with her delicate and pretty appearance, she would probably be a bottom.
Fortunately, Yan Huirou was straight, but it wasn’t much better.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xidai smiled faintly. She was relieved. She called Yan Huirou over and lifted her chin with her fingertips. Yan Huirou obediently raised her head, but her face still turned red.
But this time, Yan Huirou’s blush didn’t bother her.
Jiang Xidai even teased her with great interest, her voice softening. “Yan Huirou. You’ve been looking at me for a long time. Am I pretty?”
“Pretty.” Yan Huirou’s eyelashes lifted, as if under some pressure, and trembled slightly. “But Sect Master, what’s… wrong with you today? Aren’t we here to practice swordsmanship?”
The young girl’s shy appearance, along with the blush on her cheeks, was like the pink on a lotus flower, with a subtle, romantic feeling.
Jiang Xidai was quiet, studying her, and then rubbed the faint red on her face with her thumb. Putting everything aside, Yan Huirou’s appearance was actually quite cute.
Finally, this little girl didn’t seem so gentle, calm, sensible, and polite, and had the appearance she should have at her age.
Jiang Xidai’s fingertips caressed the tear mole at the corner of Yan Huirou’s eye. She had actually rarely looked at the female lead so carefully. Looking closely now, she also felt that she was indeed quite good-looking. No wonder so many people would like her.
So jealous.
Jiang Xidai was carefully—yet nonchalantly studying her. Her long hair at her temples fell down, almost covering Yan Huirou’s face.
Under her shadow, Yan Huirou’s eyelashes drooped obediently, and she quietly closed her eyes.
The noisy sound of the waterfall seemed to have gone far away. The familiar, soft fragrance rushed towards her, breaking through the too-close distance, almost making one feel unfamiliar.
At this moment, Yan Huirou could only hear her own heart beating like thunder.
She closed her eyes and raised her head.