I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 57

From that day on, Jiang Xidai’s attitude softened, and she occasionally allowed the puppies to wander into Qionghua Hall.
The Sect Master’s standard for what she liked had always been simple. Whether it was people or small beasts, as long as they were loyal and showed her affection, she generally wouldn’t treat them harshly.
However, to avoid dirtying her luxurious and exquisite residence, and to prevent Yan Huirou from wasting her time on this all day, Jiang Xidai ordered disciples from the sect to take care of their washing, grooming, and feeding.
With real gold and silver on the line, which disciple wouldn’t be tempted?
Besides, it wasn’t a demanding job; they just had to raise a few dogs.
Everyone practically fought to be the Sect Master’s imperial dog keeper.
And so, Yan Huirou’s hands were freed.
And Jiang Xidai could, with good reason, shift the little female lead’s energy to improving herself.
Below the Shasheng Sect.
The waterfall hung like a bolt of silk.
The water, like a dragon with the force of a thousand jun, crashed down onto the rocks below. The dark gray rocks were polished to a black, glossy sheen, with some even having sharp, broken edges jutting out at the waterfall’s edge.
Over the long years, their sharp edges had been worn away.
A hand gripped onto a spot, the knuckles white from the force.
Amidst the deafening roar of the waterfall, several blood-red sword winds struck fiercely, heading straight for the back of that hand.
Yan Huirou was prepared. She let go and leaped down with the flow of the water, landing on the slippery stream stones below.
But before her toes could even touch down, the water in that spot exploded, forcing her to change direction and land elsewhere. But a few more sword winds came whistling through the air.
One, two, a full three strikes hit the ground, then split into more, blooming like a lotus flower.
Yan Huirou was cornered. As she dodged, she glanced up and saw that the space above was not blocked.
An idea struck her. She thought that if she dodged upward, she might have a chance of “survival,” so she gathered her energy, pushed off the water, and leaped again.
This leap was incredibly light, avoiding the woman’s final sword wind.
Yan Huirou used the momentum to grab another rock, pressing herself against a less-drenched part of the waterfall. With water dripping from her face, a sense of relief washed over her, and she slowly exhaled.
But the next moment, a coldness touched her neck.
Yan Huirou’s body stiffened. She looked forward. The A Ten-foot Soft Red sword was resting loosely on her shoulder, pressed tightly against her neck, as cold as a snake’s tail coiling around her, bringing a bone-chilling cold.
“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
The woman’s voice whispered by her ear.
The feeling of having her vital point pressed often brought a tingling numbness. Yan Huirou swallowed slightly. She gazed at the waterfall ahead without turning back. After her heartbeat gradually calmed, she finally smiled and sighed. “…I lost again.”
“This isn’t called losing.”
The blade lowered.
Just as Yan Huirou relaxed from the removal of that coldness, her chin was gripped by the woman’s fingertips and gently pulled over.
“Sect Master…?”
At this moment, the two were suspended halfway up the waterfall, the water flowing before them, with only a small rock under their feet.
With no extra space to stand, they were pressed very close.
When Yan Huirou’s head was turned, she felt the woman’s lips almost brush against her cheek. Unlike the cold sword, it was warm there.
For a moment, she leaned against her quietly, not moving, listening to Jiang Xidai say flatly, “There’s no distinction between winning and losing. In a critical moment, it’s always a matter of life and death.”
“Yes.”
The little girl always answered Jiang Xidai’s words well, but she never seemed to take them to heart.
For example, right now she was leaning lightly against Jiang Xidai, looking very relaxed. As Jiang Xidai spoke, her warm breath entered her neck, bringing a fine itch.
Yan Huirou’s eyes curved into a smile, showing no sign of tension.
Jiang Xidai couldn’t help but touch her own cheek—the disciples in the sect didn’t even dare to look at her directly. Had she already lost her intimidating presence in Yan Huirou’s eyes?
Ever since the two of them had grown more intimate, Jiang Xidai felt that the progress of teaching Yan Huirou swordplay was getting slower and slower.
She had taught her almost all the general methods, but when it came to on-the-spot reactions—Yan Huirou simply had no vigilance toward her at all. She would only manage to dodge when she was right in front of her. In their daily practice, Yan Huirou’s potential was only about sixty or seventy percent utilized.
Yan Huirou wasn’t doing it on purpose; she could see that.
Yan Huirou always lacked that kind of life-or-death awareness. She didn’t have the tension of someone who had climbed out of a pit of bones. Her gaze met Jiang Xidai’s blood-stained blade with the same softness and moisture as before.
She was not at all like that boy… The male lead’s eyes, when looking at Jiang Xidai, were mostly filled with fear, but the hatred within was extremely sharp, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.
Such deep-seated hatred could spur the male lead to the peak.
This couldn’t go on.
In a little over two years, it would be time for the trial at the Bamboo Forest Temple. These days, the entire Shasheng Sect had been sent to gather news from Lanyue Pavilion, but unexpectedly, it was like a stone sinking into the sea.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the entire Immortal Alliance had likely become much more guarded against her after the last battle.
The current situation was unfavorable, and it was even more uncertain what they would face in two years.
Jiang Xidai still hoped to train Yan Huirou, at least so that she wouldn’t be so weak that she would have to worry about her being snatched away by others during a fight.
But this little brat, with her pure and outstanding aptitude and high comprehension, simply had no ambition in this area. Her favorite pastime was moving a chair out to bask in the sun, and all she knew all day was how to grow flowers, walk dogs, and research recipes. If she continued like this, she could go out and open a dessert shop…
Alright, Jiang Xidai was always satisfied with this point and couldn’t say much about it.
But she thought she couldn’t continue to indulge Yan Huirou like this, so her expression turned a few shades colder. “Having fun? Do you think you can escape from anyone with these pathetic skills of yours?”
Yan Huirou: “At least against you, it’s not very likely. You’re too fast, I can’t even see your shadow, and then…”
“You wait until you can see everything clearly before you react.” Jiang Xidai said sarcastically. “You’ll be dead sooner or later.”
“But the intuition the Sect Master spoke of…” Yan Huirou hesitated for a moment and said apologetically, “is really a bit hard to grasp.”
“I’m sorry, I’m too stupid. I’ve let down the Sect Master’s efforts.”
Yan Huirou seemed to feel a bit guilty about this, her voice softening. She had a naturally kind appearance, and in this posture, she was even more charming. Even the hardest heart might not be able to continue scolding her.
Jiang Xidai glanced at her. Her heart had just softened a little when she suddenly felt something was not right.
She looked down at Yan Huirou.
“Look up.”
Yan Huirou looked up, confused. A drop of water on her cheek rolled down, just passing over her beautiful beauty mark.
“Sorry for what?” Jiang Xidai scolded. “Don’t always act submissive in front of people. Every time I scold you, you’re quick to admit your mistake and lower your head. When I punished you by making you kneel in front of the hall before, you accepted it without a single complaint.”
“So young, yet you don’t have a single bit of pride…”
“You don’t like it like this?” Yan Huirou pressed her lips together. “But, it’s hard to change one’s personality.”
Hearing this, Jiang Xidai’s lowered expression became a bit more complex. “You’ll definitely be bullied when you go out.”
Jiang Xidai’s thoughts strayed for a moment. She found it hard to imagine the little female lead developing according to the original novel and suddenly felt that her fate wasn’t so good after all. Yan Huirou was so soft by nature, and Li Xinghe was no gentle and jade-like young man. She would probably be bullied by him a lot.
Good thing she was picked up by me.
At this thought, Jiang Xidai found it amusing again. What, is the great master of the Shasheng Sect some kind of good person?
She didn’t want to think too much, missing the subtle bitterness that had surfaced in her heart. Jiang Xidai suppressed her emotions and tapped Yan Huirou’s shoulder with the hilt of her sword. “Alright, it’s not about liking or not liking. Go down. That’s enough for today. I need to think if there’s another way to torment you, to keep you from being too lazy.”
Yan Huirou: “As long as it’s not jumping on plum blossom posts… anything is fine.” With that, she leaped lightly from halfway up the waterfall, her feet landing in the gurgling stream. The shock made her take a few more steps forward, and she stood on the bank looking back at Jiang Xidai.
Hearing the end of her complaint, Jiang Xidai replied wearily, “That’s too simple for you… Yan Huirou? Besides those black dogs, is there anything else you like?”
Yan Huirou was surprised. “Didn’t the Sect Master say…”
That raising a few dogs in the Shasheng Sect was already the limit of her tolerance?
“It depends on you,” Jiang Xidai said leisurely. “If you can dodge or deflect this strike of mine, I’ll buy you another furry one. How about it?”
Yan Huirou had always liked fluffy things, but it was difficult for her to even dodge Jiang Xidai’s sword wind, let alone a swift and direct strike—she had never accomplished such a feat.
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, “How do you intend to strike?”
“I’m not telling you.”
Yan Huirou hesitated again, then stood firm and agreed. “Alright. Then you can begin.”
Jiang Xidai raised an eyebrow, thinking that she really had a child’s mentality. Actually, she had just said it casually—she had remembered something Wen Xianyin had once said: to treat the disciples in the sect, one should use both kindness and authority, so that the subordinates would be obedient.
In any case, any “authority” was like a fleeting bird in Yan Huirou’s tranquil state of mind.
So she would try to see if she could use a small reward to make this girl a little more nervous.
And it actually worked.
Does she love fluffy little beasts that much? They’re so ugly, I don’t know why Yan Huirou likes them.
Jiang Xidai: “I won’t show any mercy. You better watch closely.”
“Mm.”
“If you ‘die’ again,” Jiang Xidai said with a smile, “let alone for the next three or five years, you won’t be able to add another living thing to the Shasheng Sect. This is your only chance.”
Yan Huirou gripped her sword lightly. “…Mm.”
Jiang Xidai still had a casual posture, not looking very serious.
But—
Yan Huirou’s heart tightened. She only vaguely saw her casually flourish her sword, and the angry red soft sword circled around her like a crimson dragon. She didn’t know if it was an intentional feint, but the next moment, Jiang Xidai’s figure dissipated on the spot like mist.
Yan Huirou gripped her sword and looked around, feeling that it was eerie in all directions.
It was as if someone could jump out at any moment.
The Sect Master said to use intuition. So, what exactly is intuition?
Yan Huirou had never had this kind of wild intuition. She seemed to be born a scholar whose hands were meant for books.
And the scent at the tip of her nose suddenly grew stronger.
The next moment, a red sword struck with the force of lightning.
But it was silent.
Yan Huirou had been tense all along, paying attention to that familiar, soft fragrance. Like a startled bird, she dodged in the opposite direction. This time, her reaction was fast enough, but she had underestimated the flexibility and variability of Jiang Xidai’s soft sword.
The woman laughed softly. The blade of the sword brushed past her waist, made a turn, and was about to strike her abdomen diagonally—
This time, she probably couldn’t dodge it.
But at least it was an improvement from before.
Jiang Xidai assessed the situation and made a judgment in her mind.
But…
At the critical moment.
Yan Huirou seemed to be forced into a corner and used a method she had never thought of.
A method that Sect Master Jiang would probably never have thought of in her entire life.
After all, no one had ever used it.
Yan Huirou did not choose to dodge outward, but instead, she threw herself at Jiang Xidai.
Like a bird returning to the forest.
Jiang Xidai was slightly stunned. A strange yet familiar feeling of confinement came from her waist.
Yan Huirou held her waist tightly, her arms wrapped around it, pressing against the most sensitive part.
She hadn’t expected this at all. Her mind was in chaos, and her hand was not as steady as before. The soft sword brushed past Yan Huirou’s waist, missing its mark without any real danger.
Some of the remaining force from the sword tip rippled out into the surroundings. The leaves on the branches rustled, and a few withered leaves floated down.
One of them just brushed past the tip of Jiang Xidai’s lowered sword.
Reflected on the thin, red, and bright blade was Yan Huirou’s faint smile.
“One strike has passed. Does this count?” she asked.
Jiang Xidai was stunned. She pushed the person away a little. “Who dodges by throwing themselves at someone else during a fight?”
Jiang Xidai didn’t know what was going on in Yan Huirou’s head. It was simply unheard of. If she had come to her senses, she could have cut off this little brat’s head with the next strike.
Just as Jiang Xidai was about to scold her—
“The Sect Master said one strike, so I only made plans for one strike.”
Jiang Xidai’s words caught in her throat.
She couldn’t help but narrow her eyes and glare at Yan Huirou, but Yan Huirou just blinked thoughtfully. “So… it doesn’t count?”
The little female lead seemed to compromise and take a step back, saying regretfully, “Then let’s just pretend the Sect Master’s sword hit me.”
It was like punching cotton. This little thing’s skill at advancing by retreating was really getting better and better, putting Jiang Xidai in a position where she couldn’t back down.
Jiang Xidai vaguely sensed this and snorted softly from the corner of her lips, not bothering to argue with her too much.
It was a good thing to be a little smarter. Although Yan Huirou was only nimble with her words.
“Alright. Stop acting as if I’m bullying a child.” Jiang Xidai extended a finger and poked her between the eyebrows, pushing her away. “What kind do you want?”
“A kitten?” Yan Huirou said. “I’ve seen that the orange ones usually grow very sturdy and round. I think it would be very cute. What does the Sect Master think?”
“…A cat?” Jiang Xidai’s gaze slowly fell on her face. She paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled softly.
“Alright,” the woman replied gently.
But in the following days, Yan Huirou never would have thought that even when giving a gift, Sect Master Jiang could always give her some unexpected surprises.