I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 82

There were many people on the other side. Yan Huirou’s hand tightened on the door frame.
She heard lighter footsteps. The few cultivators sneered, as if in shame and anger, and charged at her with their swords.
Yan Huirou subconsciously—she had never had this kind of awareness, it was purely because Jiang Xidai had tormented her so much.
She immediately drew the precious sword coiled around her waist. Golden Tower Jade Palace brought out a beautiful, pale golden sword shadow, so bright it was like a brilliant white rainbow.
When truly facing a threat, she was inexperienced and a little nervous, so she didn’t control her strength well.
This strike was not very elegant and almost lost its form. Yan Huirou subconsciously felt that Jiang Xidai would scold her.
But when she came to her senses, she found that the few people had been sent flying.
They hadn’t flown out one by one, but had been knocked back by the force of her sword.
The several bodies crashed against the inn’s walls with a deafening sound, and wood shattered everywhere. Amidst the splintered wood, only pained groans could be heard.
Yan Huirou held her sword, stunned.
In the past, no matter how much force she used, she couldn’t even push Jiang Xidai back an inch, but she had never known that a single strike could have such power.
She turned her head and looked at Jiang Xidai carefully.
Could it be that the Sect Master did it?
The woman seemed to see through her thoughts and said with an innocent face, “What are you looking at? I didn’t make a move.”
The entire inn seemed to have woken up, and it was brightly lit.
Yan Huirou retreated into the room and picked up Shangshan, who was growling at her feet, and comforted the little beast.
She said, “Sect Master, with a person dead outside and a broken wall, I’m afraid we can’t stay here.”
“Mm.” Jiang Xidai finally put down her lazily crossed leg. “We only ran into a few people, all of them weaklings. The room is so simple and extremely boring. If we can’t stay, then we won’t.”
Yan Huirou looked at the hole in the wall on the second floor with worry. “Do we need to compensate the inn?”
“Compensate?” Jiang Xidai said, “No compensation. That owner is so snobbish. It would just dirty my money.”
“Um,” Yan Huirou coughed lightly, “I hear people coming outside. I’m afraid they’ll find our room soon. Let’s go.”
She took Jiang Xidai’s sleeve and then her hand.
Jiang Xidai had seen many things, and this kind of pursuit was just an appetizer.
She didn’t care at all. Seeing Yan Huirou leading her to the door with a frown, she said leisurely, “Yanyan, if we go through the door, we’ll definitely run into them. Do you want to fight that much?”
Yan Huirou’s footsteps paused, and she said in a low voice, “No, not at all. But there’s no other way.”
Jiang Xidai smiled and slapped the table. With a clang, the teacup shattered into pieces and flew up.
With a flick of her long sleeve, all the fragments crashed against the wooden window, and a large section of it shattered.
Yan Huirou was pulled into a familiar embrace. She opened her eyes and saw their fluttering robes intertwined, spinning in the air as they broke through the window.
The cool night wind was already rushing past her ears, and she was like a piece of duckweed, riding the wind.
Yan Huirou looked down. The brightly lit inn quickly shrank into a small, spark-like dot on the vast earth.
Yan Huirou heard Jiang Xidai let out a light laugh. “I told you not to stay here. As soon as you went in, those people were staring at you. It was the same group that came over to chat with you before, trying to get information out of you, remember?”
Yan Huirou was busy petting the cat. She blinked. “…I didn’t notice.”
“You speak so gently and look so easy to bully. Besides, you came here alone, you’re not old, and you’re wearing a top-grade storage magic artifact. Who would they rob if not you? You’re like a fat piece of meat served on a platter.”
Yan Huirou asked in the wind, puzzled, “Rob my sword? But it has already recognized me as its master. Even if they took it, they couldn’t use it. And there’s nothing precious in my Storage Ring, just some healing pills and travel money. Why would they do that?”
Jiang Xidai said, “They’re too weak and have no ability to seize more resources, so they pounce on even a mosquito-sized piece of meat like flies. That’s just the daily life of most weaklings.”
“I see.” Yan Huirou said lightly, “Did you really not help me just now?”
“I didn’t,” Jiang Xidai looked at her. “So I never understand why you’re always so unconfident when you practice swordplay.”
“You’re clearly far superior to cultivators of the same age.”
Yan Huirou: “It’s hard to be particularly confident when you’re practicing with the number one under heaven every day.”
“…Who crowned me?”
Yan Huirou smiled faintly. “I did.”
Jiang Xidai was at a loss for words and finally fell silent, becoming uncharacteristically demure in front of Yan Huirou.
After a short while, she said softly, “…Not really. It’s just that those who were better than me accidentally died at my hands. The rest are just not up to par.”
Yan Huirou looked at her and smiled again, it was unclear what she was laughing at.
Jiang Xidai was a little uncomfortable with her smile, even a bit annoyed.
But on second thought, it turned out that there was really someone who would be so light and happy when they were with her.
Just as she was lost in thought, she was patted on the waist by Yan Huirou.
Yan Huirou said in surprise, “Look, Sect Master, it’s so beautiful ahead.”
Unknowingly, the two had been floating in the clouds for a long time but had not yet landed.
The night wind carried the rustling sounds of people. Just now, it was the innkeeper cursing loudly, and the rest were conversations and terrified screams.
These noises rolled in the wind, gradually fading away, and there was no more movement.
The sky turned, and the surroundings were as dark as ink, as if they had fallen into a void.
And after the clouds and mist dispersed, the hazy lights all lit up like stars.
She didn’t know if there was a festival or something going on below, but many people were gathered by the river, releasing sky lanterns one by one.
It just so happened that the two of them were passing through the clouds at that moment.
Jiang Xidai looked up.
Even though she had seen magnificent sights, she had rarely been directly in the midst of a sea of stars.
Yan Huirou was half-leaning against her and couldn’t help but reach out to touch the slowly rising sky lanterns.
She could vaguely see many wishes on them. She looked at them one by one by the firelight and read softly, “Wishing for parents to live a long life… this one is for peace and smoothness… wealth and prosperity… so many people are making wishes. Sect Master, do you want to make one?”
“I don’t like making wishes,” Jiang Xidai sighed.
Yan Huirou: “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Xidai’s eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting the firelight like a swarm of fireflies. “I feel… the most sincere wishes are always made at the most painful times.”
Yan Huirou: “That seems to be true.”
The woman was most elegant and beautiful when her eyes were half-closed. At this moment, her lashes were still filled with the lights of the sky. She smiled. “Don’t always agree with me. You make one.”
Jiang Xidai didn’t particularly like looking at the sky lanterns either and finally turned her gaze back to Yan Huirou.
And so, the entire brilliant night sky, like her eyes, was reflected onto Yan Huirou.
It was extremely quiet, with only the sound of their heartbeats and the wind.
The moment their eyes met, Yan Huirou’s heart slowly relaxed. “I have everything I want. I haven’t thought about the long term. I just hope that every year is like today, and every day is like now.”
“Is today very good? We ran into some bad people, and there was some trouble.”
“No, I feel very free. Sect Master.” Yan Huirou said, “If the inn is not good, we can just change to another place. If there’s trouble, we can just leave. Even if we run into bad people, it seems you’re always behind me. I don’t need to learn how to handle things properly… I just need to relax.”
“I like this freedom and relaxation, and I feel like I’ve never had it before,” Yan Huirou suddenly became a little sentimental.
Jiang Xidai gently stroked Yan Huirou’s hair. She had long since discovered that Yan Huirou was also a person with many thoughts. “You have it now. Don’t think too much.”
Sensitive and emotional, yet sometimes she would deliberately numb herself. In this regard, the two of them were a bit too similar. But for such people to get along to the point of baring their hearts was actually very difficult.
Jiang Xidai seemed to have discovered a possibility of her and Yan Huirou ending up together, and instead of finding it troublesome, she felt her mood subtly improve.
After passing through the sky lanterns, judging by the hazy direction, Jiang Xidai cast a spell and descended.
This time, it was not far, just near the Bamboo Forest Temple’s secret realm, so they had come from there.
But just as Yan Huirou’s feet touched the ground, a faint sound of flapping wings came from the sky. The two looked up and saw a messenger bird with the colors of the Haoran Sect flying swiftly toward them.
The bird was carrying a very light package in its claws. With a flutter of its wings, it dropped the bag into Yan Huirou’s hands.
Yan Huirou opened it and saw that it was a token proving a disciple’s identity. And a short note of instructions.
The handwriting was neat and proper, clearly written by the Sect Master herself. It listed a few points to note, as well as the background of her new identity—a rogue cultivator, an orphan, who had been granted the opportunity to enter the Bamboo Forest Temple’s secret realm for a trial after showing promise in a certain demon-slaying competition one year.
Although Yan Huirou’s name was not widely known in the cultivation world, to be on the safe side and to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation, Xie Minting had still given her a token with an alias: “Xie Rou.”
Jiang Xidai had nothing good to say about that little weakling. Yan Huirou’s words were not exactly a defense—Xie Minting was not a great villain, but the thing that annoyed Jiang Xidai the most was that she didn’t like the Shasheng Sect and was a bit too obsessed with slaying demons and defending the righteous path.
But these were not things she hated to the core.
But as Jiang Xidai glanced over, she was a bit concerned about the surname written on the token.
“Is she trying to be your mother? There are so many surnames in the world, and she has to give you hers?”
Yan Huirou was putting away the token when she heard a dark voice from beside her, “That little weakling, she’s not even fit to be my granddaughter. I don’t know where she gets the confidence to be your elder. On what grounds?”