I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 53

Jiang Xidai held the scroll of the cultivation technique, feeling it was too hot to handle. Tossing it wasn’t an option, but not tossing it wasn’t either. For now, she had to let it remain densely written on her sleeve.
As luck would have it, Yan Huirou overheard her.
She asked, “It doesn’t harm people, so it’s not an evil technique?”
“Mm.”
“Then what’s wrong with this cultivation technique called dual cultivation?”
“…”
A lot is wrong with it.
Following their nearly identical swords, the swords had now combined and refined a scroll—a dual cultivation technique.
Is this hinting at something?
Hinting that the two of us should also become one?
Has this world forgotten that the little brat is still straight?
How absurd.
Although Yan Huirou would blush at the sight of her wearing less, and blush at the sight of two women making love, being straight… was probably not a lie. She was likely just more reserved by nature.
After all, if Yan Huirou wasn’t straight, wouldn’t the “System” that controlled everything have started off in the wrong direction from the very beginning?
Although that thing was annoying, it wasn’t stupid. It probably wouldn’t do something so futile.
“Forget it.”
She didn’t have the energy to dwell on such details.
Jiang Xidai sighed softly. “Let’s go back to the Shasheng Sect first.”
After returning to the Shasheng Sect, Jiang Xidai saw that the window she had left open was still ajar. She had even left a few scratches on it with her nails.
But the sky outside was no longer as gloomy as before; the rain clouds had dispersed.
With a flick of her sleeve, she closed the window.
She was a little tired.
Yan Huirou was still following behind her, dripping water. Jiang Xidai turned around and cast a spell, removing the water droplets from her.
But seeing that the little brat’s face was still pale, her eyes slightly red, and she looked very haggard. Even without the water, she was still trembling a little.
“Go take a bath, don’t catch a cold.”
“Here in Qionghua Hall?”
“What’s wrong?” The woman glanced at her. “What are you being so reserved for? It’s not like you haven’t used my pool before.”
“That day, I came prepared… Today, I didn’t bring any spare clothes.”
“Is that such a difficult problem?” Jiang Xidai said. “Those clothes of yours were also a gift from me. Just find a set here and make do.”
“Sect Master Jiang,” Yan Huirou asked in a low voice, “ever since I returned from that trip, I feel that… you seem a little too concerned about me today?”
She pointed out tactfully, “Your tone of voice right now is very gentle.”
Jiang Xidai did not answer.
She was a bit unusual, but she couldn’t tell if it was mostly due to guilt, or because seeing “Yan Huirou almost die because of her whim” had inevitably stirred up a sense of cherishing what was almost lost. So she didn’t want to speak harshly to her.
But regardless, Jiang Xidai had changed her mind.
She didn’t want to kill Yan Huirou now.
“Go on. Don’t ask so much.”
The room with the closed window was unlit, the light dim.
The woman’s voice was a little soft, a little weary. “Come back after you’re done. I have something to say to you.”
Since Jiang Xidai had said so, Yan Huirou obediently complied, and her figure disappeared behind the door.
In the extreme silence, she could only occasionally hear the mechanical static in her head.
Jiang Xidai took off her water-soaked clothes. Considering she probably wouldn’t go out again today, she only wore a thin layer of inner garments.
The sleeves of her outer robe were covered with dense scriptures.
Although it was a dual cultivation technique, its origin was so flamboyant, it was bound to be the real deal.
Jiang Xidai would naturally not throw it away.
She looked at it a couple more times, then put it at the bottom of a chest.
Yan Huirou…
She unconsciously murmured the name.
This was the first time Jiang Xidai had come to realize her own heart. It turned out she couldn’t bring herself to kill that little brat.
The accumulation of such feelings was not a matter of a day or two. Perhaps the first signs had appeared when she was teaching Yan Huirou swordplay.
She just rarely thought about it in that way.
After cleaning herself up, Jiang Xidai caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair was dry, but it was tangled from the rain earlier.
She leaned quietly against the dressing table by the window. Just as she picked up the comb, she heard a slight noise behind her.
Creak—
Another figure appeared in the mirror, with slender shoulders and skin as white as if it were bathed in moonlight.
Jiang Xidai’s heart jumped. Why isn’t this girl wearing any clothes? she thought.
But on second glance, she saw that Yan Huirou wasn’t naked. She had just wrapped a pale white cloth around herself. She held the cloth demurely against her chest, and the hanging part just covered her knees. Top and bottom were a single expanse of white, making her look almost as if she were nude.
“In the wardrobe. The new ones are at the bottom.”
No, not entirely white. For example, her knee joints were a faint pink from being rubbed red. How is she like a porcelain doll?
Jiang Xidai looked for a moment, then abruptly averted her gaze, picking out a tangled strand of hair and starting to comb it.
“Oh, okay.” Yan Huirou clutched her chest and went over to look, the sound of wood gently knocking and rustling as she rummaged behind her.
Jiang Xidai broke a strand of her own hair. She picked up the strand from her long hair, her lashes lifting slightly as she watched the bustling shadow of Yan Huirou, and suddenly had an illusion.
It was so warm and cozy, as if the two of them were already living together.
“I’m done.” Yan Huirou had changed into new clothes and stood behind Jiang Xidai. “Sect Master Jiang, you said earlier you had something to tell me?”
Jiang Xidai put down her hand, holding the jade comb in her palm. She turned halfway, crossing her right leg over her left.
“Come here.”
Yan Huirou took a step forward, stopping right beside the chair.
“A little closer.”
Yan Huirou was a bit confused, but she didn’t hesitate for long and obediently took another step forward, pressing against the side of Jiang Xidai’s leg.
She just came over like that?
Even after I tried to kill her, she would trust me again.
Jiang Xidai looked up at her, staring for a long time, as if she had something to say but was holding back.
“What… do you want to say?” Yan Huirou asked curiously.
“Yan Huirou. I want to ask you… what you said by the pool on Wugou Mountain that day, was it true?”
“I will naturally remember the Sect Master for a lifetime,” Yan Huirou said. “It was true.”
Jiang Xidai put down the jade comb, her palms resting flat on her lap. Although she was sitting, her presence was no less imposing than the standing Yan Huirou.
Her peach-blossom eyes were fixed on her face, as if testing or sizing her up. The small distance between them made Yan Huirou feel a heavy pressure, and her breathing became a little difficult.
“I don’t need you to remember me for a lifetime.”
“Yan Huirou.”
“No matter what happens, do not betray me.”
Jiang Xidai’s tone was not heavy, but her words were even and clear.
The woman’s fingers picked up a strand of Yan Huirou’s hair and wrapped it around her finger, like tightening a chain.
Yan Huirou felt the hair at her temples tighten, and she couldn’t help but lean forward, her hands only able to rest on the two armrests of the wooden chair.
They were inches apart.
“Be obedient.”
The woman tilted her neck up, looking at her seriously. Her fingers moved up along the strand of hair, and then, as was her habit, she cupped Yan Huirou’s cheeks.
“I will not mistreat you again.”
From the corner of her eye, Yan Huirou saw the red-painted nails stroking her face, gentle and soft, yet pressing against her entire cheek—it was clearly a posture of control.
But as she met Jiang Xidai’s gaze for a moment, she realized that wasn’t it.
Those beautiful, noble eyes, although they were trying hard to maintain a superior posture, Yan Huirou did not miss the trace of unease and brokenness hidden within them.
Faint, like a fleeting night-blooming cereus.
Jiang Xidai’s words were in a firm, commanding tone. But her subtle expression seemed to be asking: Can you promise me? Please don’t betray me?
If the former made Yan Huirou not rush to answer, needing to consider “to what extent does the Sect Master want her to be obedient,” then the latter—her eyes—made Yan Huirou’s heart soften.
It was like holding a rose in her arms. It raised all its thorns to show its strength, afraid you would break it again, or turn into an annoying little bug to snatch its only nectar.
But it couldn’t bear a life of lonely self-admiration and wanted to draw you closer.
It wanted you to stay by its side.
This woman had no sense of security at all, even less than her own.
In the short time that Yan Huirou did not answer, she felt Jiang Xidai gently grip her sleeve, clutching it tightly.
“Sect Master Jiang, the empty promise you ask for is too light. It would be better to put the initiative in your own hands.”
Yan Huirou’s voice lowered slightly, as if she were sighing it out. “If one day, I were to betray you and the Shasheng Sect, you can come and take my life personally. How about it?”
“Pinky promise.”
Yan Huirou extended her little finger toward her.
While the woman was still stunned, she gently hooked her pinky, locked it, and shook it, saying softly, “Pinky promise, hook and hang, won’t change even in the next life. You can rest assured and be good to me, as family, as a friend, as… well, anything is fine.”
Jiang Xidai looked down at her little finger. After Yan Huirou had finished shaking it, she snatched her hand back with a whoosh, as if she found it too childish.
“You… I’m being serious.”
Jiang Xidai said, “If you defy me, no matter for whom, I will personally take your life, and I will not let you die a good death.”
At this point, she suddenly felt a sense of relief.
At worst, they would die together and transmigrate back, and Jiang Xidai would never trust Yan Huirou again, but would find a way to break the cycle on her own.
She had really thought about it the wrong way before.
Why did she have to take her anger out on Yan Huirou because of Li Xinghe when nothing had even happened yet?
Once a person has placed their bet on something they favor, they will instinctively up the ante to justify it.
Jiang Xidai felt more and more that she was right. Leaving this little brat alive was the correct choice.
“I’m also very serious,” Yan Huirou smiled. “That’s why I didn’t say pinky promise for a hundred years. After all, cultivators have long lives. A hundred years is too short. It’s better to include the next life as well.”
After a long time.
Jiang Xidai curled her lip. This was a rare, genuine smile. For a moment, her whole face lit up, like a peach blossom in full bloom.
Her smile made Yan Huirou’s mind go blank for a moment.
It was very obvious that the woman had been coaxed by Yan Huirou’s words.
But she didn’t say it.
“I know.”
Jiang Xidai turned her head away and looked down, pondering for a moment. “Yan Huirou.”
“Hm?”
“I’m craving sweet fermented rice balls.”
“I can probably only make rock sugar pear dessert.” Yan Huirou was surprised by the jump in topic and smiled. “Because the Sect Master loves it so much, the fermented rice has been used up a bit quickly. I haven’t had time to restock.”
“Then forget it.” Jiang Xidai was unusually uncompromising today, even refusing the rock sugar pear dessert.
Of all the desserts Yan Huirou made, although all of them were good, she still loved the sweet fermented rice balls the most. For one, it was sweet with a hint of alcohol, which made the taste more complex.
For another, this was the first time someone had been willing to give her something to eat, and something she loved at that.
Jiang Xidai had said it was something for children, and her heart had been a little unused to it. But once she tasted it, she had treasured it in her memory.
She always remembered the kindness others showed her. It was just a pity that there were so few such people.
Yan Huirou was one of them, perhaps.