I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 60

Because she was quite restless before bed, Yan Huirou had a dream.
It was a fleeting dream, yet it felt like a lifetime had passed. She felt her body was exhausted, her wrists so sore she couldn’t lift them, and there wasn’t a single part of her that hadn’t been licked and kissed.
In the dream, the woman’s face was as beautiful as a peach blossom, her charm innate. She sat on top of her, yet felt as light as a feather.
“Don’t be like this,” Yan Huirou pleaded.
But the other party wouldn’t listen, even taking her fingertip into her mouth and looking up at her innocently.
“…Sect Master Jiang wouldn’t treat me like this. Let go,” Yan Huirou pulled her hand back, only to have it seized.
“She would.”
Her lips were kissed, and Yan Huirou’s eyes widened slightly.
In the midst of their deadly entanglement, a woman’s soft voice said, “As long as she loves you, she will.”
When Yan Huirou woke up again, she found that Jiang Xidai was gone, and one of her hands was hanging off the bed, with a small, scratchy tongue licking it.
She was startled and quickly pulled her hand back, looking under the bed—
Only to see a small, dark head.
Shangshan opened its mouth, panting happily, and gave her a puppy smile. The drool on her hand was thanks to this little thing.
She was stunned for a long time.
Then she sighed.
Yan Huirou got up to wash her hands and let it eat the beef cubes it so desired—before Jiang Xidai could discover that this thing had snuck in, Yan Huirou quickly carried it out and raised a finger.
“Don’t come in. Sect Master Jiang will be angry.”
Shangshan didn’t seem to understand, but in any case, it ran off into the backyard of Qionghua Hall and disappeared, seemingly having returned to Bright Moon Pavilion.
The new day, because of this small interlude, had a few ripples.
Yan Huirou leaned against the door, pausing for a long while. Only when a voice from Jiang Xidai in her mind urged her to go out did she slowly get dressed and begin the new day’s training.
But…
The situation seemed to have returned to how it was not long ago.
Before Jiang Xidai had said: That was the only song Zhan Ke taught me to sing.
Before that.
Yan Huirou’s feelings at that time were only faint and controllable, so letting go was also easy.
She had been calm for a long time, but with the turning point of slaying that great demon, Jiang Xidai had become more and more intimate with her.
Her troubles had been rekindled.
Now, when she raised her sword, she didn’t think about how to defend against the enemy, but about last night’s absurd and amorous dream.
She remembered the shock of seeing Sect Master Jiang for the first time. She remembered Jiang Xidai telling her drunkenly that she just wanted to kill her—the confusion and sadness in her heart at that moment.
She remembered the disappointment and relief as she walked the path to the underworld, and the many grievances that surfaced in her heart when she realized Jiang Xidai had come back to stand in front of her.
Yan Huirou remembered many of Sect Master Jiang’s bad points, but she also thought of Jiang Xidai’s many good points.
The charm in her smile, the cold beauty in her anger, the tenderness when she was gentle, the willfulness when she was unhappy. Unfortunately, in the eyes of someone who loved her, even willfulness was extremely endearing and lovely. Like a star shining in the night sky, it was a nuisance that one would never tire of.
Thus, a hundred flavors emerged.
Today, while practicing the sword, Yan Huirou’s mind wandered.
Plus, after being tense all day yesterday, her spirit was like a cloth stretched too tight. Facing that majestic tiger had snapped it, and she had become much more relaxed.
In a moment of distraction, she suddenly felt a persistent coldness on her arm. Something scratchy and heavy pressed down on it, tightening with a sinister chill.
Too slow to dodge.
The tiger’s claw was about to clasp her arm.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a yellow, striped paw coming down. Yan Huirou’s heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously tensed up to endure the pain.
But the next second, the pain did not come.
The tiger suddenly let out a mournful howl, a large amount of blood exploded, and its internal organs spilled out.
Yan Huirou knelt on the ground, the musky smell of tiger blood almost suffocating her.
She coughed for a long while, staring blankly at the tiger’s corpse, which had been split in two.
“Yan Huirou.”
A cold voice came from above her head.
Yan Huirou looked up. Just as she was about to open her mouth, a sharp slap sounded on the arm that had just been pressed by the tiger’s paw.
“Ugh…”
She let out a pained grunt. A long red mark appeared on that spot, and it quickly swelled up, oozing blood.
Jiang Xidai had whipped her with her sword without holding back. Because of the rebound from her constitution, she herself had also felt a solid sting of pain.
But even if it hurt her, this strike was still meant for Yan Huirou.
Because Jiang Xidai really couldn’t bear to watch anymore.
These days of practicing with her, apart from making this little brat more and more distracted, there seemed to be no new progress.
Not only was there no progress, Yan Huirou was even regressing. Yesterday, she had managed a stalemate, but today, she couldn’t even dodge.
The girl knelt on the ground, and due to the stimulation of pain, tears unconsciously welled up in her eyes.
She came to her senses and realized what a dangerous situation she had just put herself in. If Jiang Xidai hadn’t driven the tiger away in time, her arm might have… might have been torn to shreds.
She looked up, wanting to speak, but didn’t know what to say.
“What have you been doing these past few days?”
The blade of Jiang Xidai’s sword was sharp and cold, lifting her chin. “Tell me, what are you thinking about? What is so important that you have to be distracted at a time when every second counts?”
Yan Huirou pressed her lips together.
She couldn’t possibly say that as long as Jiang Xidai was by her side, no, not just by her side.
—No matter when, she would always be distracted by Jiang Xidai. She wasn’t thinking about anything else, but was full of absurd thoughts, an unreachable distance, and some futile emotions.
For the first time, Yan Huirou felt that she was indeed a bit too prone to crying, perhaps it was from the pain just now.
She silently clenched her back teeth, but still couldn’t stop her eyes from stinging, and a tear fell down her cheek.
She didn’t want to cry in front of Jiang Xidai, so Yan Huirou lowered her head, her eyelashes following suit.
She hadn’t expected that because of her appearance, this posture would look even more like a pear blossom in the rain, and in Jiang Xidai’s eyes, it was nothing more than using tears to beg for forgiveness.
“What are you crying for? Don’t cry.”
The woman said coolly, “As if I’m bullying you. What do you have to be so aggrieved about?”
“Im not,” Yan Huirou composed herself and said in a soft voice, “I’m sorry, Sect Master, for letting you down. I might be…”
She didn’t want to anger her and lowered her head in a submissive manner. “I might be, naturally… too weak, with no talent.”
Actually, this thought had always been there. She really had no interest in fighting and killing, didn’t like to move much, and detested slaughter and bloodshed.
Although rationally, she had listened to Sect Master Jiang’s words—in this cultivation world, one always needed some skills to protect oneself.
But in practice, she really didn’t know what “intuition” was. When faced with flesh and blood, she always had to convince herself for a long time before she could bring herself to stab.
She just had a good memory and could remember any complex sword technique or mental incantation, but she… couldn’t use it.
At the critical moment, she could never use it, and she would be distracted by such trivial matters.
Having cultivation but not being able to turn it into strength was a joke for a cultivator.
“…”
Hearing no response from Jiang Xidai for a long time, Yan Huirou clutched her clothes tightly.
A long gust of wind blew past, and a few more leaves fell to the ground.
“Get up.”
The blood-red blade at her chin was lowered.
Yan Huirou looked up, bewildered, only to see the woman’s obscure expression against the light.
Jiang Xidai nodded slightly, the tip of her sword touching the ground.
“Did you hear me? Get up.”
“I don’t want to say it a third time.”
Yan Huirou got up with Golden Tower Jade Palace, her clothes still dripping with tiger blood.
Before she could even stand firm, Jiang Xidai suddenly lunged forward with her sword.
Yan Huirou’s eyes widened. She not only saw the blood-red shadow of A Ten-foot Soft Red, but also saw the beautiful embroidered umbrella slowly unfurling behind Jiang Xidai.
When Crimson Illumination opened, blood always flowed like a river.
On the surface of the umbrella were the souls of the five thousand disciples of the Lingshan Sect, countless talented geniuses, all of whom had been buried under this umbrella, crushed into dust by Jiang Xidai.
It was a nightmare that the current cultivation world could not shake off.
In the past, when fighting with someone of Yan Huirou’s level, Jiang Xidai wouldn’t even deign to use it, afraid of killing her, and she rarely even used her own life-bound sword.
Using a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken.
Yan Huirou had no time to dodge at all. She only felt a terrifying pressure wash over her, blowing her messy long hair straight back.
Then she felt herself flying out, crashing hard against a tree behind her, smashing the last remaining bit of bark into the trunk.
A metallic taste filled her throat.
Her vision went black in waves.
She hadn’t even had time to draw her sword before the outcome was decided.
Her palm loosened slightly, and Golden Tower Jade Palace fell to the ground with a crisp clang.
Something broken came out of her mouth. She didn’t dare to spit it out at first and just swallowed it loosely. After swallowing for a long time to no avail, she coughed violently, vomiting a large pool of blood.
Yan Huirou panted, a thought surfacing in her mind. If nothing unexpected happened, her internal organs should already be shattered.
She thought blankly, Can I still live?
Her chin was lifted, and a pill was placed in her mouth.
Yan Huirou felt the pill slide down her throat, and the dizziness lessened a lot.
She looked weakly at the woman before her, only to find that her face was also pale.
Jiang Xidai looked at her, her lips pressed together, not saying a word, just a slight twitch.
To Yan Huirou’s surprise—
Blood slid down the woman’s lips, rushing out, line after line, like thousands of strings of red beads.
Her injuries were almost identical to her own.
“…Sect Master Jiang?”
Her mind was a blank. She didn’t understand what had happened.
Why is Jiang Xidai like this too?
Jiang Xidai looked at her fixedly, then pulled her own robe off her shoulder, revealing her arm.
That spot was also slightly red and swollen, a clear mark from a sword strike.
“Do you see, Yan Huirou?”
Jiang Xidai took Yan Huirou’s hand and placed it on her own neck.
Yan Huirou subconsciously relaxed her hand, but it was unavoidable that it pressed against her neck.
The spot where her blood vessels pulsed throbbed, and Yan Huirou suddenly had an illusion, as if Jiang Xidai was entrusting her life to her.
After a long time.
“I have lived until now, and I have roamed the world. There is nothing I fear.”
“How many people, how many senior cultivators you look up to, want to buy this life.”
In Yan Huirou’s blurry vision, the woman’s shadow spread over her.
Jiang Xidai moved closer to her, her thumb slowly stroking the hand that was forced to rest on her neck. “It’s a pity they don’t have the skill. Whether they are geniuses of their generation or grandmasters of their ancestors, none of them can do anything to me. My reputation outside is very loud, but when I go to meet them in person, I find they are just paper tigers.”
As she said this, she curled her lips slightly, her posture extremely arrogant, not putting those people in her eyes at all. After all, to her, they were all just a bunch of clowns who had died at her hands.
Who would dare to look down on the world like this?
Only the master of the Shasheng Sect, who made the world tremble in fear, was qualified to say such a thing.
Yan Huirou panted shallowly. Hearing these words, her heart was filled with a mix of sadness and relief.
“But… Yan Huirou.”
Jiang Xidai’s tone changed.
“You are perhaps the only person in the world who can kill me single-handedly.”
“The only one.”
Her peach-blossom eyes were no longer smiling, but had finally softened, and she looked at her with a shimmering gaze. That gaze was complex, seeming to contain something else, but it flashed by like a fleeting light.
Yan Huirou couldn’t see it clearly.
Jiang Xidai said, “With such talent—how could you have the face to say the words ‘too weak’?”