I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 72

Yan Huirou seemed to feel that it was not good to continue this topic, so she gently changed it.
Afterward, she took her leave as usual, looking as if she were heading toward the Shasheng Sect’s storeroom.
Jiang Xidai felt that the current Yan Huirou was a bit of a hot potato.
Like a red-hot branding iron tossed beside her in the freezing cold.
From a distance, it gave off a gentle warmth. But if she reached out to touch it, it was startlingly hot, making her quickly pull her hand back.
But this situation was still ongoing.
The next day, Yan Huirou asked her for a day off and went down the mountain again, looking as if she didn’t want to interact with her.
Even if Jiang Xidai wanted to chat with her, or show her the sword manual she had spent all night writing, she couldn’t find an opening.
In the System, the favorability of that strange woman was still increasing, bit by bit.
For another, neglected old woman, this kind of torture was no different from a slow slicing.
This inexplicable sense of crisis even perfectly surpassed her concern for the male lead, Li Xinghe.
After all, Li Xinghe’s favorability really wasn’t rising.
Finally, one day.
Sect Master Jiang, who had been unable to sleep for three or four consecutive nights due to her worries, silently concealed herself behind Yan Huirou after she went down the mountain as usual.
Jiang Xidai just wanted to see what kind of woman she was.
In the market town at the foot of Wugou Mountain, the crowd was sparse.
Jiang Xidai took on the appearance of an ordinary person and blended into the crowd.
Today, she only wore her sword and did not carry that famous embroidered umbrella, so as not to be too conspicuous and be recognized by Yan Huirou.
There was a teahouse in front of her, built from bamboo cut from the mountain, dark gray and very simple. It was so poor it didn’t even have a sign, just the character for “tea” written on a piece of liver-colored cloth, hung on a pole and fluttering in the wind.
This must be the place.
Jiang Xidai walked in and sat on an empty bamboo chair outside.
The tea-selling woman by the side said warmly, “Customer, would you like some tea?”
Jiang Xidai tossed a gold ingot over, almost stunning the person. “Do you know that girl?”
The tea-selling woman fumbled to catch the gold and followed her gaze, looking over with a trembling hand.
In the gap of the bamboo fence, a woman in a white dress walked slowly down the street, a light blue cape tied around her.
The tea-selling woman’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that girl. You’ve asked the right person, esteemed guest.”
“She’s a regular here… Her surname is Yan. She has a very gentle temperament, doesn’t talk much, but is very kind. Besides patronizing my business, she sometimes helps me watch the shop.”
Speaking of Yan Huirou, the tea-selling woman became more talkative and sighed softly, “The business here used to be bad. It was that young girl who said I should change the feng shui, suggested I move half the tables and chairs outside, and planted some flowers under this bamboo fence.”
“And guess what? Although I don’t know why, it really worked. The business now is much better than before.”
“To thank her, this shop never charges her money. Aiyo, you know, I heard she came from the Shasheng Sect…”
The tea-selling woman lowered her voice and gossiped, “What kind of demon lord is that Jiang Xidai, and what kind of demonic den is the Shasheng Sect? How could such a filthy place produce a fairy-like person? It’s unbelievable. I thought she was just making it up.”
You fool. The master of the Shasheng Sect is right in front of you.
“Is that so?” Jiang Xidai took a sip of tea, her lips curling into a faint smile, but her words were like a knife. “This tea smells like water. How good do you think your business should be?”
The tea-selling woman’s hand paused. It’s cheap, after all, she thought. If this important person wants good tea, shouldn’t she go to a teahouse’s private room?
She didn’t understand how she had offended this esteemed guest and could only say with a placating smile, “The extra money, I’ll give you your change…”
But the woman stood up and said with a cold sneer, “No need for change. Looking at this shabby place, you probably can’t afford it.”
At this time, Yan Huirou had turned into a small alley opposite the teahouse. After about six or seven steps, Jiang Xidai saw her standing in front of a shop.
To avoid losing her, Jiang Xidai nonchalantly followed, and from the entrance of the alley, she could hear Yan Huirou call out “Sister Su,” her voice very sweet and clear.
How disgusting, this little brat’s way of addressing people. She’s getting more and more pretentious.
But when she calls me “Sect Master Jiang,” it’s always “you” and so proper?
She’s just putting on an act.
Jiang Xidai glanced over and made her judgment.
And her good sister, whom she had only known for a few days, soon opened the shop door.
The woman was dressed in a black robe, covered from head to toe, looking like a bat that had gained sentience.
She also wore a veil on her face. If one didn’t know better, one would think her face was covered in gold, afraid of being robbed.
“You’re here,” the black-robed woman said timidly. “Thank you for the black iron you sent. That thing… it wasn’t cheap, was it?”
“Mm,” Yan Huirou said. “But the elder in my family is very generous. It’s thanks to her.”
Jiang Xidai’s brow furrowed slightly.
Well, well, this little brat is borrowing flowers to present to the Buddha. And she’s the sucker, not even getting the credit, but losing a piece of iron for nothing, and then being promoted to the not-so-important rank of “elder.”
She should be more stingy in the future.
Yan Huirou: “Won’t you invite me in to sit?”
The two disappeared into the shop.
The temperature inside was noticeably hotter. Yan Huirou took off her cape and held it in her hand.
With the illusions gone, Yan Huirou followed Su Yuxi all the way.
The interior was entirely made of hard stone. In the largest square pool, a fierce flame blazed, like a descent into the deepest hell.
The black-robed woman wrapped her clothes tighter and said in a low voice, “The sash you wanted, try it. If you’re not satisfied, I can alter it.”
Yan Huirou took a flexible sash from a cooling pool of water on the side.
The texture was bone-chillingly cold. It was made of black iron and was impervious to blades and spears. It wasn’t very conspicuous when worn around the waist, like a pale golden snake coiled there.
This person’s craftsmanship was indeed excellent. After all, she had read in books that it was very difficult to make black iron light.
A hint of admiration flashed in Yan Huirou’s eyes. She tucked the “Golden Tower Jade Palace” soft sword into the sash, and it fit perfectly around her waist.
“This way, I don’t need a scabbard,” Yan Huirou said. “And it’s very light and concealed. Others won’t be able to tell if I’m carrying a sword.”
“Mm.” Su Yuxi didn’t seem to like talking much and was rather introverted. She tightened the black robe on her body and stood to the side, somewhat reserved. “So, do you want anything else?”
Yan Huirou nodded. “Of course. I’ll be troubling you a lot more.”
Su Yuxi seemed to let out a sigh of relief and waited quietly for her to speak.
Yan Huirou took out two blueprints from her sleeve and handed them to her with a faint smile. “These are also for you. They’re more important than my sash.”
Su Yuxi: “No, it’s no trouble… this is what I should do. After all, you said you’d give me the extra black iron.”
Su Yuxi unfolded the blueprints and looked at them for a moment, her expression gradually becoming excited. “This… the Dragon Spring sword?”
Yan Huirou pointed to the other one. “And a storage magic artifact. It’s also quite powerful.”
After looking at the two blueprints, the excitement on Su Yuxi’s face faded, and she said with some annoyance, “No. I can’t make them yet, not at this level.”
Yan Huirou was not surprised. “It doesn’t have to be exactly the same. A general shape is enough. Besides, blueprints for this kind of magic artifact are not easy to come by. I drew them myself. You…”
“Don’t you want to try? It’s okay if you fail,” Yan Huirou encouraged her.
Su Yuxi crumpled the blueprints in her hand, and after a moment, she lowered her head. “Okay, that, I’ll try. Come and get it the day after tomorrow. So… you can go now.”
With that, without a single word of polite conversation, Su Yuxi walked back to the edge of the fire pit. She took off the black robe wrapped around her, and in the breath of the blazing sparks, she seemed to have finally returned to her own element, becoming confident again.
The woman’s skin was pale, revealing lean, solid muscles. The forging tools on the side were extremely heavy, yet she lifted them with ease, as if she could uproot mountains, and smashed them down with a loud clang, sending sparks flying.
No matter how many times one saw this scene, it was still very shocking.
Sweat trickled down the artifact refiner’s chin, soaking the cloth wrapped around her chest, and flowed along the taut lines of her arms, exceptionally full of life.
Yan Huirou stood to the side, watching intently for a long while, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing.
She opened her mouth, about to praise her figure, but her head suddenly felt heavy.
Yan Huirou felt a small thing sit on her head, which felt very rude.
A tail hung down in front of her eyes and twitched. It was orange.
It was a small cat.
Yan Huirou’s attention was drawn. “You have a kitten in your house?”
Unfortunately, no one answered. Once Su Yuxi started working, she couldn’t hear anyone speaking.
Yan Huirou realized she was disturbing her, so she quietly left, carefully balancing an orange cat on her head. She glanced at the window and saw that it was open. It might have been a stray cat that had accidentally slipped in.
Walking out of the refining room, a cool breeze brushed against her face.
Yan Huirou took the little cat off her head and found that its eyes were round, its four paws were snow-white, and its fur was fluffy. The orange stripes looked as if they had been baked by the sun, not at all like a stray.
…So, so cute.
Yan Huirou figured it had an owner. So clean and beautiful, it must have been carefully raised by a nearby family.
Before the owner came over, she secretly buried her nose in the thick cat fur and gave it a kiss.
“Meow.”
The cat suddenly stiffened, as if it didn’t know what to do.
This obedient appearance made it look even more like a soft, toasted marshmallow. To make up for the regret of not having a cat, Yan Huirou held it and kissed it several more times before she was satisfied. She placed it on the ground and gently stroked its head. “Go on, little cutie. I have to go back too.”
After Yan Huirou left.
The cat narrowed its eyes, which glowed with a faint green light.
A puff of white smoke dissipated.
All that was left was Jiang Xidai, holding a handkerchief and gently wiping the drool from her face.
Jiang Xidai wiped the corner of her lips, her expression a little helpless.
…Too insolent. Kissing her again.