I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 5

If only someone could grant her release.
If only someone… would come quickly.
Even if it’s to kill me?
Kill me, kill me, I beg you, whoever you are.
Anyone will do… Anyone is fine.
Instead of this state where I can neither live nor die.
A gust of sword wind carrying a cold, murderous aura swept past Yan Huirou’s ear.
Is it finally time… for release?
She felt as if she were basking in the warm light of the heavens, using the last of her strength to lift her neck, calmly welcoming the end.
However—
The sword wind did not tear her to shreds.
She only heard a loud clang, and the heavy black iron chains locking her bones were severed all at once. The shackles that had imprisoned her for the first half of her life turned to nothing in that instant.
Yan Huirou’s body lost its balance and fell, landing half-kneeling on the ground. She had been tortured for so long that she was nothing but skin and bones, making her exceptionally weak. As she knelt there wretchedly, her hazy vision fixed on the corner of a red, lotus-like robe.
“Filthy.”
The voice was charming and melodious, yet tinged with a hint of coldness.
The sounds of people grew louder outside the cave prison, a noisy crowd rushing in their direction.
A hand tightened around Yan Huirou’s waist, and she was suddenly lifted up. The scenery before her blurred and changed. The further they went outside, the more blinding the sunlight became, so she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to get a clear look at the woman in front of her.
She only remembered two kinds of red. One was the orange-red of the light on her eyelids, and the other was that tragic, magnificent corner of a red robe.
The sounds of clashing weapons were incessant, and she occasionally had the illusion of sharp arrows grazing her cheek. Shouts and curses echoed endlessly.
“Demoness… Quick, capture her…”
“…This is bad!”
“Senior Uncle, we can’t stop her at all! The one we had locked in the cave prison has been taken!”
“Useless fools!”
“Everyone, do not panic. Form the array immediately.”
Another earth-shattering roar erupted, and Yan Huirou felt herself being lifted into the air. Her eyes finally adjusted, and she cracked them open under the daylight.
“…This is not good, the formation is breaking! We can’t stop her at all,” someone below wailed.
She saw a great golden formation flowing with diagrams of yin-yang and trigrams, divided into eight directions, currently rotating without cease. But a crack had appeared on it, and from that crack, fractures spread out in all eight directions.
With a final crack, it completely shattered.
Golden motes of light scattered like a host of stars, surrounding the peaks like a tear in the sky had let half the galaxy spill out.
The sound of wind whistled past her ears.
Yan Huirou looked up and once again saw the plain white surface of the umbrella embroidered with red petals. The umbrella blocked some of the light, and without the sun shining directly on her, her eyes finally opened completely. She looked at the person carrying her.
With just that one glance, her eyes remained fixed, unwilling to move.
The red-robed woman’s face was like a peach blossom, a delicate and soft beauty. She wore a faint smile, but it carried a chill that made one’s back prickle.
Jiang Xidai sneered, “Useless fools.”
To let her snatch this girl from right under their noses shows that there isn’t a single competent person in the Qingxu Sect. Oh, not just the Qingxu Sect, but the other three useless righteous sects as well.
Ever since she had met this young girl, the otherworldly voice in her head and the repeated rebirths had become a point of suspicion.
Moreover, as Jiang Xidai broke through the formation, she had glanced at Zhan Ke one more time.
Zhan Ke seemed to know she couldn’t be stopped. She clutched her wound and retreated, no longer making any futile efforts. She only stared at the person Jiang Xidai was carrying, her expression somewhat complicated.
That single glance bothered Jiang Xidai.
Jiang Xidai frowned slightly, her grip on Yan Huirou tightening.
Yan Huirou, however, was oblivious to the woman’s thoughts. Suspended in mid-air, she soon felt herself soaring over mountain ranges and arriving at a vast expanse of high peaks.
To be precise, there were two peaks.
The eastern one was called Sunlit Peak, and the western one was known as Moon-draped Peak.
Generally, a sect would choose to build along the natural lines of mountains and rivers.
But the Shasheng Sect was different. It was brazenly suspended between the two peaks, as if defying the heavens, just like its master, following no conventional logic.
The structure was built of solid wood, like an immortal ship floating in the sea of clouds. It was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, no different from a palace on the ground.
The cultivation methods practiced by the disciples of the sect were relatively orthodox immortal arts. Unfortunately, they were not bound by righteousness, preferring to act on their grudges and desires as they pleased. Over the years, they had dabbled in many things and thus offended the righteous Immortal Alliance, being labeled as part of the “demonic path.”
And naturally, Jiang Xidai was the most demonic of them all.
Having been chained for so long, Yan Huirou’s body was weak. Before she could react, she felt herself lose her balance and was thrown in front of the highest hall of the Shasheng Sect.
Thud—
She crashed onto the stone steps and collapsed on the ground, yet no sound escaped her lips. Even her expression barely changed, only her eyelashes trembled slightly. The prolonged suffering had greatly diminished her sensitivity to pain.
After tossing Yan Huirou to the ground, Jiang Xidai said nothing. She calmly folded her umbrella and stared coldly at the half-dead person on the ground, lost in thought. Finally, she frowned suddenly and raised a hand to her own back.
Wen Xianyin, standing behind the hall door, had seen the whole thing. Or rather, heard it. The thud was resentful and loud, enough to make one’s bones ache just from listening.
It was completely devoid of gentleness.
Wen Xianyin observed her master’s expression for a moment before stepping forward to ask, “Sect Master, may I ask if there is anything you need me to arrange?”
Jiang Xidai lowered her hand. “Get a few bottles of wound medicine. Don’t let her die. Then, bring her to see me.”
With that, she left with a flick of her sleeve.
Watching her master’s proud, solitary figure depart, Wen Xianyin stood frozen for a moment. She carefully mulled over those two sentences, her gaze falling on the person on the ground.
—So thin she’s just skin and bones, covered in wounds, with two sections of a heavy iron chain still hooked into her shoulder blades.
She couldn’t tell what kind of person this was.
Could it be another… one of those?
But judging from the Sect Master’s attitude, it didn’t seem like it.
I should be careful and not be negligent, Wen Xianyin thought to herself. After all, the Sect Master rarely brings people back to the Shasheng Sect.
Yan Huirou lay numbly on the ground, watching the hazy red figure in her vision walk away.
Soon, she felt a touch on her shoulder. There was a rustling sound, and several people gathered around her.
The pale-faced girl flinched, instinctively raising a hand to shield herself, a subconscious reaction.
But she quickly realized this was different.
No one was trying to hit her.
Following Wen Xianyin’s orders, the disciples of the Shasheng Sect helped Yan Huirou to a side hall and properly applied wound medicine.
The people here were more or less accustomed to the sight of death, but they still drew in a sharp breath when they peeled back the cloth stuck to her bloody flesh.
The other wounds were manageable, but the two iron-like hooks that pierced through her shoulders were impossible to remove, making it difficult to apply medicine.
Seeing this, and fearing that the Sect Master had been waiting too long, Wen Xianyin simply had her changed into slightly cleaner clothes to look more presentable. She then helped the girl to the main hall of the Shasheng Sect.
Yan Huirou found it difficult to walk, as if she hadn’t walked in a very long time. After just a few steps, her face grew even paler, and a few fresh red spots appeared on her newly changed clothes.
With wounds all over her body, it was hard for them not to reopen.
When the hall doors opened, this was the scene that greeted Jiang Xidai. Although the girl’s body was no longer covered in blood stuck to filthy rags, the newly seeped blood stood out even more starkly.
Half-dead.
She was just half a breath away from reincarnating.
But it was precisely that half a breath that she couldn’t seem to snuff out, no matter how hard she tried.
Wen Xianyin never meddled. After delivering the person, she left, and the hall door closed softly behind her.
Yan Huirou’s body swayed. She was already too weak and dizzy, and her legs gave out. With her support gone, she lost her balance.
Just as she was about to fall again, a hand caught her shoulder.
She stumbled a step, leaning her entire weight into that embrace. In that instant, perhaps because they were so close, amidst the scent of blood that her nose had become numb to, Yan Huirou smelled the faint incense on the woman’s clothes.
A finger pressed down on the piercing wound.
“Yan… Huirou?”
Pressure from the fingertip caused threads of fresh blood to seep out, making the already brown-stained black iron hook look even more vibrant.
The woman’s fingertip was stained with a bit of blood, her red nails looking even richer. “Although the color of blood is quite beautiful.”
Grimacing in pain, Yan Huirou’s breath caught, and she gasped softly. She felt the woman’s soft fingertip move to her lower lip, tilting her chin up.
“But the feeling of an iron chain passing through your flesh can’t be pleasant. Good child, how long have you been like this?”
Yan Huirou raised her head, and in a gap between waves of pain, she met the woman’s seemingly smiling expression.
Those beautiful peach blossom eyes curved. “It must be very painful.”
Screech—
In the next moment, Yan Huirou felt agony envelop her. If the previous pain had only been worth a groan, what followed was a scream that echoed endlessly in her mind. But her long experience with pain only made her mouth open silently, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. Her throat was raw; she couldn’t make a sound.
Jiang Xidai had gripped the iron chain and, with a sudden, hard tug, ripped the lock and its attached hook clean out.
The wound was torn open again, the white bone underneath faintly visible.
A large splash of blood splattered across the floor.
Yan Huirou’s body instinctively trembled and convulsed from the pain. She was leaning so heavily against Jiang Xidai that she didn’t collapse, but her vision went black, and she nearly fainted again.
At that very moment, Jiang Xidai’s brows knitted tightly, and her body went rigid, as if she were enduring something.
A moment later, she touched her own shoulder.
That spot had been perfectly unharmed.
Yet, in the exact same place as Yan Huirou’s wound, her skin suddenly split open. Blood rushed out, though it wasn’t obvious against her dark red robes.
So, it’s true.
Jiang Xidai’s expression was dark and unreadable. Her entire body tensed for an instant from the pain. A normal person probably wouldn’t have noticed anything amiss. This was simply out of habit; after all, showing weakness during a confrontation was taboo. But perhaps no one would enjoy such a mind-numbing, intense pain.
And just then, she suddenly heard a fragile, ethereal voice from her arms. “…Thank you.”
Jiang Xidai froze, somewhat surprised.
Yan Huirou clutched her wound with a trembling hand, her gaze lowered to the torture instrument that had fallen to the floor, still carrying bits of flesh. When she looked up again, her sincere eyes finally landed on the beautiful woman’s face.
She moved her lips and said it again, “It was very difficult to remove, and quite heavy. Thank you.”