I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 8

Jiang Xidai had captured Yan Huirou. A future scourge naturally had to be kept under her watch. Now that she was within the territory of the Shasheng Sect, she wouldn’t be letting her go back so easily.
However, the thing in her head called “System” was nagging her relentlessly, repeating itself thousands of times.
Jiang Xidai was getting annoyed. To think that she, with her unparalleled cultivation, had to stoop to helping two unfamiliar young people have their first meeting.
Then they can’t blame me.
She would just have to capture the other scourge and reunite the wretched pair.
She had always been quite satisfied with her disciples’ efficiency.
A month later, a wriggling sack was thrown at the entrance of the Shasheng Sect’s main hall.
Wen Xianyin stood to the side. “Sect Master, we acted when there was an opportunity. Lanyue Pavilion probably won’t find out about this for a few days. We’ve already searched him. We only found a storage pouch, nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Present it.”
Jiang Xidai was unwilling to touch something that had been used by someone else and looked like it hadn’t been washed in eight hundred years.
But she sized up the plain object. This must be the “Universe Pouch.”
So this is the so-called male lead?
Jiang Xidai gestured for a disciple to open the sack. A disheveled young man tumbled out. He opened his eyes—sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he was indeed quite handsome.
When Li Xinghe saw Jiang Xidai, his pupils contracted slightly. He had been struggling fiercely just moments ago, but now he was completely still, a chill running through him from head to toe.
This…
This woman…
Is the one who killed his benefactor!
On that day at the Lingshan Sect, bodies were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed freely on the ground, creating ripples around his feet.
Li Xinghe couldn’t remember anything else; his mind was a complete blank.
But he had clearly seen his master… die under this evil woman’s sword, not even a corpse left behind.
Li Xinghe had never seen so much blood, nor had he ever seen flesh and bone explode into the sky, then fall like a rain of blood, splattering red everywhere.
A deep, vibrant red.
The red-robed woman held the now-famous white silk umbrella with its bamboo ribs and walked through the sea of blood. She seemed to glance unintentionally in Li Xinghe’s direction.
It was a pair of beautiful, captivating peach blossom eyes. The corners were spattered with a few drops of blood, a sight that sent a chill down one’s spine.
The terrifyingly oppressive aura almost forced Li Xinghe to the ground. He bit his lip hard, pretending to be a corpse, not making a single sound.
Until Jiang Xidai passed him by, one woman and one umbrella, stained with blood, with drops of blood from the umbrella’s edge dripping all along the way.
Amidst the dripping sound, she slowly walked away.
Recalling that magnificent scene from years ago, Li Xinghe’s gaze focused sharply on the woman’s face before him.
He broke out in a cold sweat, half in fear and half in hatred, momentarily at a loss for words.
Jiang Xidai thought with disinterest that she didn’t know this boy. Perhaps a few people had slipped through the cracks that day, but it didn’t matter. As for the bone-deep hatred in his eyes—for Jiang Xidai, it was all too common.
It seemed abnormal for people in this world not to hate her.
After all, she was a member of the demonic path, the infamous Crimson Illumination, the Jiang Xidai whom everyone wanted to kill. They couldn’t kill her simply because they weren’t capable enough.
Ah Ke really has terrible taste. How could she pick up such worthless trash? Is there anything special about this boy?
For Zhan Ke’s sake, Jiang Xidai patiently sized him up a few more times, but she really couldn’t see anything interesting about him.
But looking at Li Xinghe, she couldn’t help but think of Yan Huirou. That girl… she didn’t know if she was born simple-minded, incredibly bold, or if she had been locked up for so long that she was out of touch with the rumors outside.
In short, Yan Huirou was not afraid of her, not in the slightest. Her attitude was very strange.
Ever since that rainy night, Jiang Xidai hadn’t seen her again. Yan Huirou seemed to have been quietly recuperating, never stepping out of her courtyard.
That’s for the best, Jiang Xidai frowned.
Following the Sect Master’s orders, Wen Xianyin also invited the well-behaved Miss Yan over.
A beautiful young woman walked in through the doorway. Her long hair was tied up with a thin ribbon, with two strands hanging down by her temples, swaying gently.
She wore a pale yellow and white dress that made her look elegant and scholarly, as if she carried the delicate fragrance of osmanthus.
Jiang Xidai had been waiting for Yan Huirou, but her gaze swept past her and then snapped back in disbelief.
This… is Yan Huirou?
Although she was still a bit thin, compared to her previous pitiful appearance, she was like a completely different person.
When Yan Huirou saw her, her eyes curved into a smile, and a small dimple bloomed by her lips.
She said in a soft, gentle voice, “Sect Master Jiang. Is something the matter?”
Yan Huirou’s expression was sincere. Just then, a gentle breeze blew, causing the two ribbons to sway again. And the osmanthus flowers blooming at the entrance of the hall scattered to the ground.
Jiang Xidai had the feeling that the faint, warm fragrance was coming from her, as if she were the spirit of an autumn osmanthus.
Jiang Xidai’s brow furrowed slightly as she glanced at Wen Xianyin.
Insolent.
Did I say to take such good care of her? Wasn’t it enough to just keep her alive?
What, did I bring her back to the Shasheng Sect to enjoy herself?
Wen Xianyin was inexplicably on the receiving end of a glare from the side. She reflected for a moment but couldn’t figure out what she had done wrong. Instead, she looked at Miss Yan with a satisfied gaze.
At least she’s someone who will be staying in the sect. The Sect Master should be much more pleased with her appearance now.
Beep! Mission complete. Congratulations, Host, on receiving your reward. The reward will be distributed shortly. Please check for receipt…
Jiang Xidai had been watching Yan Huirou walk over and hadn’t paid much attention to Li Xinghe. The beep made her spare a glance at the “so-called male lead.”
Needless to say, there was indeed a great attraction between the male and female leads. Li Xinghe looked at Yan Huirou, perhaps having never seen a young woman with such a warm and gentle demeanor. His eyes were fixed on her, as if he were stunned, and it took him a while to look away.
Yan Huirou noticed his gaze and looked over curiously. “This is…”
Wen Xianyin asked from the side, “Sect Master, how should we deal with this person?”
Jiang Xidai pondered for a moment. “Hmm.”
That’s right. She couldn’t touch Yan Huirou because she was afraid of the pain, but surely she could do something to this boy.
“Men.”
She smiled lightly, meeting the loathing and fear in Li Xinghe’s eyes.
“Heat the oil,” Jiang Xidai paused deliberately, enjoying his uncontrollable trembling as he knelt at her feet. When she had toyed with him enough, she coolly lost interest and enunciated each word, “Get the… pot.”
Wen Xianyin was stunned. “You mean—”
“Mm.”
“You few, come here. I’ve thought of something fun. I wonder what sliced human flesh tastes like. First, set up the oil pot, then give this man a hundred and eight cuts.”
Jiang Xidai smiled, seeming to still be pondering.
“Each person takes a turn, only one cut each. But don’t let him die. If you succeed…”
Her gaze fell on the few disciples waiting at the entrance. She said casually, “If you succeed, I’ll allow each of you to pick whatever you want from the sect’s treasury. Everyone gets a share.”
“If you fail? Then you can just punish yourselves with three cups of wine.”
The disciples waiting by the side had various expressions at first, but their eyes gradually lit up—the sect’s treasury was full of treasures. Any one of them would be a priceless magic artifact if taken outside.
Even if they failed, the punishment was only three cups of wine.
This was practically a steal!
They were overjoyed, all exclaiming, “Sect Master is wise,” as if a whip had been cracked on a spinning top, and everyone busily got to work.
Before long, a large oil pot was actually brought in and set up in the empty hall. Several disciples were sweating profusely as they added firewood. Soon, the crackling sound of hot oil and the popping of flames licking the wood grew louder.
Jiang Xidai’s tone was light and nonchalant, even having a childish innocence to it, as if she had really just thought of a fun game and wanted to see it played out.
Her pale fingertips tapped her chin intermittently. Those peach blossom eyes were still curved, tilted, and smiling, watching everything before her with a soft yet cold gaze.
Ever since she had thrown out that sentence, the mechanical voice in Jiang Xidai’s head had started to repeat incessantly: Dangerous behavior from the host detected, dangerous behavior from the host detected—beep beep…
Shut up.
Jiang Xidai thought to herself, Isn’t it enough to just keep that boy’s miserable life? Does it matter if he’s tortured to madness or his skin is flayed?
What’s with all the nagging?
That thing was quite understanding. The moment Jiang Xidai had that thought, it immediately stopped.
Li Xinghe’s face had been ashen before, as if he had given up all hope. But now, a flush had returned—the veins on his neck were bulging as if they were about to burst. When others came to grab him, he struggled violently, pushing away their outstretched arms, turning his head to bite, his expression wild. His chest heaved a few times, and he suddenly cursed loudly:
“Demonic witch! If I, Li Xinghe, cannot cut you into a thousand pieces in this life, there will be thousands of cultivators to kill you for me! I curse you to die without a complete corpse, to be reborn as an animal and trampled by thousands of vengeful souls! The Heavenly Dao has its cycles, you just wait—”
Slap!
Jiang Xidai moved her sleeve from a distance, and a crisp slap landed on his face.
A few streams of blood spurted from his nose, splattering on the luxurious pillars of the Shasheng Sect’s Qionghua Hall. Five clear finger marks appeared on Li Xinghe’s face.
Jiang Xidai lowered her head and rubbed her palm. “Such a filthy mouth. Did I give you permission to speak?”
Wen Xianyin quickly followed up, “Quick, tie him up and gag him! Can’t you see the Sect Master is angry?”
Li Xinghe clutched his nose, seeing stars as he was tied to two crossed wooden frames. Soon, his mouth was stuffed, and he could only make muffled sounds.
The bright fire in the hall burned fiercely. The oil in the pot bubbled, filling the air with a scorched smell. The disciples bustled about, their footsteps never ceasing.
Only the young woman who had just walked into the hall stood very quietly amidst the excited crowd, seeming somewhat out of place.
Yan Huirou stood where she was, glancing at Li Xinghe, as if she were contemplating something.
“Yan Huirou.”
Yan Huirou shifted her gaze and met those slightly upturned eyes.
Jiang Xidai smiled faintly. “Do you want to give it a try too?”