I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 58

“Yan Huirou? Come here.”
The next day, Yan Huirou had just finished tidying herself up and was preparing to go see Sect Master Jiang.
But as it turned out, the Sect Master came uninvited.
Yan Huirou was surprised. She had just opened the door, a comb still in her hand, but when she saw the scene before her—the comb fell to the ground with a clatter.
“Look at the cat,” Jiang Xidai said with a smile. “Isn’t it beautiful? I caught a big one.”
The beauty in red stood not far away, smiling at her nonchalantly, loosely holding an iron chain in her hand, which was attached to a kitten.
It had a tricolor pattern of orange, black, and white, with slanted eyes and a white patch on its forehead. It looked round and plump, a large one, its front paw extending out almost enough to cover Yan Huirou’s face. And beneath its thick fur were solid, taut muscles.
As it walked slowly, it displayed a beauty of agility and grace.
When the “kitten” saw Yan Huirou, it did not meow. It stared at her excitedly, opened its mouth, and revealed fangs thicker than three of her hairpins tied together.
A thunderous roar echoed in her ears, and the small mountain-like figure suddenly erupted.
The surrounding birds were all startled into flight, leaving behind a cacophony of chirps.
The iron chain rattled and tightened abruptly.
Yan Huirou’s heart leaped. She subconsciously took a step back and squeezed her eyes shut.
A huge shadow loomed over her, but it never fell.
Jiang Xidai stood behind the beast with her hands behind her back, her forearm tensing as she gave a sharp tug. The tiger’s neck was caught by the chain, and it was dragged backward.
The collar tightened, choking it. The fierce tiger could only hang in the air, its mouth open in a futile attempt to reach Yan Huirou, saliva dripping from its barbed tongue, almost landing on her head.
Yan Huirou opened her eyes, her gaze passing over the tiger.
The woman was effortlessly restraining the fierce beast, as if she were truly leading a misbehaving kitten.
After a while, the majestic tiger had no choice but to become docile and squat beside her.
“It seems to be hungry,” Jiang Xidai glanced at it. “I haven’t fed it a single bite since I caught it.”
Yan Huirou looked at the fangs, as thick as her forearm bones, her heart still pounding with fear. She said tactfully, “Sect Master, I don’t think I can quite raise this one…”
“What are you thinking?”
“I have no intention of keeping it in your Bright Moon Pavilion. Otherwise, how could anyone live there?”
“Come with me.”
The woman turned and dragged the unwilling kitten with her. Its claws dug sharp scratches into the ground.
“Today, it will practice swords with you.”
Yan Huirou had just picked up the comb from the ground when she heard this, and she almost dropped it again.
To prevent the fierce beast from destroying Jiang Xidai’s beloved maple forest, she dragged both it and Yan Huirou to the dense jungle at the bottom of the Shasheng Sect’s waterfall.
“You can’t blame me for this.”
Jiang Xidai’s raised eyebrows gave her a beautiful and innocent look. “You were the one who said you wanted to raise a kitten.”
Yan Huirou was unceremoniously thrown into a barrier that had been set up. She took a sharp breath, hid behind a tree, and said nothing upon hearing this. Instead, she just gave Jiang Xidai a dark look.
Jiang Xidai rarely saw this girl with such an indescribable expression and found it quite novel. She lifted her eyes and smiled.
She thought it would be best not to let Yan Huirou stare at her, lest she develop a sense of reliance. So she concealed her form and no longer appeared before her.
It’s so hot after all this running around. I could really go for something icy cold… like a Sweet Ice Mountain.
Jiang Xidai watched Yan Huirou from the shadows, thinking: I really hope she still has the energy to cook for me today.
Of course, Jiang Xidai estimated that Yan Huirou probably wouldn’t, so she just smiled to herself and let it go.
The show was about to begin.
She watched as the little brat was chased by the fierce tiger, back and forth. Within the small barrier, the commotion was quite something, a lively scene indeed. It was clear that the big cat with slanted eyes and a white forehead was far more intimidating to Yan Huirou than Jiang Xidai was.
“Draw your sword.”
“You’re not waiting for me to come and save you, are you?”
“Don’t be delusional.”
Yan Huirou dodged precariously, not having time to listen to what Jiang Xidai was saying.
A subsequent paw swipe came down like an iron fan, violently tearing apart an unlucky fir tree beside her, sending a shower of broken bark down.
Yan Huirou was still catching her breath, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Good thing it’s the her of now.
If it were her from before, when she was still dodging plum blossom darts, she probably would have been pinned to the ground by the tiger’s paw long ago.
In truth, this starving tiger was, after all, just a creature of low intelligence and not as swift as Jiang Xidai.
But for Yan Huirou, the sight of a roaring tiger, pouncing at her like a small mountain—
Compared to Jiang Xidai, the latter was clearly more visually impactful.
The tiger’s roar, its sharp fangs, and the strong, musky smell of a wild beast also awakened a primal sense of mortal danger that had been engraved in human bones since ancient times.
Her heart beat extremely fast, hot blood rushing through her body.
All the cultivation in her body was operating at its peak. She even unconsciously began to recite the incantation of the Emotion Burning Art, as if trying to concentrate, but sometimes, too much was as bad as too little—
Another tail swept toward her, lashing at Yan Huirou’s leg like a steel whip.
This time, she overreacted and dodged the wrong way, falling to her knees with a thud. She let out a pained grunt, tears welling up in her eyes.
The back of her calf immediately turned red, with a faint hint of purple.
Jiang Xidai’s brow furrowed slightly. She subconsciously wanted to help Yan Huirou. After all, she didn’t like seeing her cry at all.
But she raised her hand slightly and then let it go.
If I spoil her too much now, what will happen in the future?
Even if Yan Huirou awakened that demigod bloodline and became incredibly powerful, if she didn’t know how to fight or react to an enemy—it would be like giving a child a divine weapon. Having great power without knowing how to wield it would only lead to accidentally hurting herself.
“Come out,” Jiang Xidai said in her mind.
“Tell me everything you know about Yan Huirou’s strength.”
The System took a moment to gather its data and began to explain dutifully.
However, in the entire original plot, the System’s explanation of the female lead’s combat abilities was scarce, so only a few vague sentences remained.
[The female lead’s combat content is not a key plot point.]
“Not a key point? I think you’re the one who can’t distinguish between what’s important and what’s not.”
The System replied: [In the plotline, the female lead is rarely alone. In Western romance, this type of relationship is called ‘the holy maiden and her loyal knight.’ The knight will never be far from her.]
The master of the Shasheng Sect did not understand what “Western romance” meant. She had been used to the law of the jungle since she was young, and after experiencing some inhuman events, she naturally frowned frequently at this statement.
To seek a protector, one’s posture must be humble.
To ask for help from others, one can never be free.
Where is the sanctity in that?
Jiang Xidai: “Most of the time… which means there are times when she is alone. How does she survive then? Does she rely solely on her heaven-defying but not-preemptive constitution?”
The System unrepentantly stated that every time the female lead was injured in battle, it was a turning point for the emotional storyline.
“Hero saves the beauty again. How cliché.” Jiang Xidai sneered. “Isn’t this a romance novel? Yan Huirou is the real female lead, why not give her more fortunes?”
[…]
The System dutifully explained to her that the main audience for “romance novels” was the vast female consumer market. It also pointed out some obscure terms related to “self-insertion” and “shipping.”
But what Jiang Xidai still couldn’t understand was why the “market” would like to insert themselves into a situation where they were being abused. It was a truly indescribable penchant.
A beep-beep sigh came from the System: [Host, the market’s orientation is mostly heterosexual. So the common choice in romance novels is to build up the male lead.]
Unexpectedly, Jiang Xidai did not refute this. She thought for a while. “This ‘market’ you speak of must also be very lacking in affection, or very anxious, to be willing to elevate others to love themselves.”
“In the end, it’s all the same,” she murmured. “The feeling of having no self is not pleasant. I understand that too, but I also really long for someone…”
Jiang Xidai lowered her raised hand, hiding it in her sleeve, and shrank like a shadow into a place Yan Huirou couldn’t see.
She watched as the girl knelt on the ground, then tensed up and got to her feet, her posture rather pathetic, but at least she had finally drawn her sword.
But after this one smart move, there were no other achievements.
Although she remembered the sword techniques and could go through them smoothly, and she was very fluid when sparring politely with others, when faced with a tiger acting purely on instinct, her every strike was forced into disarray.
That “Golden Tower Jade Palace,” which was a mirror image of Jiang Xidai’s sword and had such a majestic name, was no better than a small branch in her hand—in Jiang Xidai’s opinion.
This time, Jiang Xidai did not soften her heart and watched everything coldly.
However, by the time the sun was setting, even the tiger was exhausted, yet the two of them were still at a stalemate, with no clear winner.
“That’s enough for today.”
The barrier suddenly dissipated.
Yan Huirou was now panting heavily. Her knee had accidentally hit the ground and was scraped badly, with threads of blood seeping out.
In the course of dodging, she had inevitably bumped and bruised herself, and her fair skin made the green and purple marks particularly obvious.
“Does it hurt?”
Yan Huirou squinted and looked up. Sweat blurred her vision, and the afterglow of the sunset reflected on the beads of sweat on her temples, shimmering like gold.
She couldn’t see Jiang Xidai’s expression clearly, so she answered, “It’s fine. Sect Master.”
A hand extended before her, hovering in front of her and beckoning gently.
Yan Huirou slowly raised her hand and placed it on top, and it was immediately gripped tightly and pulled up. But she didn’t stand firm, and her body fell forward—
Her hands subconsciously came up, and she hugged Jiang Xidai again, her breathing uneven. She let out another breath, her face looking a little pale, mostly from fear.
Jiang Xidai didn’t mind the contact now, but she did slightly correct her bad habit of hugging her waist.
“Look how tired you are.”
Yan Huirou was quiet for a long moment, then looked up, a little guilty.
To be honest, she thought Jiang Xidai would scold her.
After all, her performance today was terrible.
But Jiang Xidai didn’t. She just looked down at her bruised and battered leg and said flatly:
“Let’s go back.”