I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 87

After hearing that name, Yan Huirou couldn’t help but be stunned.
She had thought this was her own past.
Why am I seeing Jiang Xidai’s?
Yan Huirou’s gaze was fixed on the child on the ground. She was kneeling for support, thin and pale, covered in scars, her hair messy, born in a pool of mud and blood.
But her raised eyes were exceptionally bright, shining brilliantly, like a night-blooming cereus blooming in the dark.
Yan Huirou was standing right in the direction she was looking, as if she had been pierced by that gaze.
Finally, the little Sect Master was carried away.
The people who took her were a few people in tight-fitting clothes. Mortals.
This scene also froze when Jiang Xidai’s hand touched the first ray of light, and it collapsed before Yan Huirou’s eyes, finally crumbling into dust.
Yan Huirou took a few steps back, hearing the sound of her own heartbeat.
Countless fragments rose from all around, scattering like flying flowers.
In the waiting gap, countless questions emerged.
For example—why did Jiang Xidai spend her childhood here? Where was this, and why were a group of young children imprisoned to kill each other?
Where would the little Sect Master be sent?
The fragments gathered together, gradually forming a clear shape again.
Yan Huirou closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the surrounding scenery had changed again.
This was a valley, surrounded by strangely shaped mountains, and the scrawny tree branches were twisted into bizarre shapes.
“Little Junior Sister.”
A woman’s voice sounded. “Are you done with your homework?”
“Mm.”
A little girl in red clothes was playing with a flying dagger in her hand, and said nonchalantly, “Two of them. One woman, two men.”
“How long did it take?”
Jiang Xidai’s hand, which was twirling the dagger, paused. She put it away and frowned. “Not long, just…”
Her lashes trembled. “Half a shichen.”
“So slow.”
The woman’s figure emerged from the darkness, and she raised an eyebrow. “Just two people. You’re wasting time, aren’t you?”
Yan Huirou followed Jiang Xidai’s gaze and found that the woman who had appeared had a blurry face, completely unclear.
This was most likely a memory from the Sect Master’s childhood. Because it had been so long, she couldn’t remember what some people looked like.
The woman reached out and pulled her sleeve. “Where’s the stuff?”
Jiang Xidai was a little reluctant. “Go get it yourself. Why should I give you what I worked so hard for?”
A whip suddenly lashed out at her. The first strike missed, and she dodged.
But the second was not so lucky.
With a crack, Jiang Xidai was hit hard. The long whip grazed her flesh, and she was knocked to her knees.
But though she was small, she was not one to admit defeat. The next moment, she reached out and grabbed the long whip, temporarily stopping the attack.
“Grown some skills? Why are you so disobedient today, are you looking to die?”
The woman sneered and shook the long whip in her hand, but she did not strike a second time.
She pulled the whip back. Jiang Xidai also slowly let go at this moment, just letting out a cold snort.
“Alright,” the woman said. “You know the rules of our path. Whoever is stronger is right. Before you can beat me, your things belong to me.”
She reached out and patted Jiang Xidai’s head, then cursed in a low voice, “Besides, I taught you all your killing skills. What’s wrong with you showing a little filial piety? You’re so young, yet so fierce.”
Ignoring what she thought, the woman reached into her pocket and pulled out a large string of pearls and jade, still stained with blood.
“Just this much? No taste. Can’t you pick a richer one next time? Be a little bolder. Others will see you’re a child and won’t be so on guard.”
The senior sister rolled her eyes at her, weighed the money, and turned to leave.
But her sleeve—was grabbed tightly by the little girl.
“What now?”
“You took my things, give me candy.”
It felt bad to be robbed, but she really couldn’t beat her.
And she didn’t want to get whipped a few more times.
Jiang Xidai put on an adult’s expression and said coldly, “Give me candy, and I won’t hold it against you.”
“Such a child,” the woman tutted lightly, took out a piece of maltose, and stuffed it in her mouth.
The little brat squinted her eyes from the sweetness and finally let go, satisfied. She savored it for a while, then pressed her fingertip against her cheek.
Young children don’t have many worries. Soon, she forgot the stinging whip mark on her back—in any case, it was a common occurrence here.
Killing was common, deceiving was common, and bullying the weak was also common.
Ever since Jiang Xidai had come out of that dungeon, she finally had clothes to wear and was able to eat her fill. It was a great improvement.
And there were always people like her senior sister who would teach her some skills, then throw her out of this valley to do some small “homework” outside.
Now it seemed, it was just robbery, murder, killing for goods, and accepting various thousand-gold bounties on people’s heads.
Fresh blood gushed from her tender fingertips, like a sin that could not be washed away.
Before she had grown up, before she understood morality and etiquette, she had already drifted further and further away from a normal person’s life.
This memory ended with little Jiang pressing her cheek, with a very innocent and bright smile. It seemed the maltose was really sweet.
However, there was still a whip mark on her back, and blood soaked her calf, flowing continuously.
This contrast made it even harder to say anything.
Yan Huirou stood outside the scene, her furrowed brow never relaxing.
At least these scenes finally shattered, turning into pale ash.
The scene changed, and the next one began.
This scene had barely started before it was filled with a thick red.
Yan Huirou probably knew what was going to happen. She lowered her lashes, a little unable to bear it.
It was a familiar scene, but the little girl looked a little older, and she could already see the shadow of the later Sect Master Jiang.
Her features had not yet fully matured, and at this moment, they were stained with a lot of blood, making her look very pathetic. She lay on her side in a pool of blood, her body twitching from the pain.
Walking on a razor’s edge every day, there were naturally times when she would misstep.
She had messed up a big job and received a severe beating.
From Jiang Xidai’s memory, it was not one or two people who had been cruel to her, but their faces were all blurry. Even the scene was quite blurry, with only some grotesque blood red.
Jiang Xidai never once lowered her head, cursing, struggling, and fighting back, but in the end, it seemed to be of no use, and she was taught an even harsher lesson.
She was stepped into the mud.
A stream of boiling oil was poured on her back, scalding the flesh on her shoulder blades.
When the pain reached its extreme, a person would make no sound. Their nails would dig into the ground, and their consciousness would fall into a faint.
This was a long period of darkness.
Yan Huirou lowered her head, wiped the corner of her eye, and continued to compose herself and watch.
“When I was doing my homework before, I saw a person on the side of the road… she was the same age as me. She could get candy without killing people, and she wouldn’t be beaten. Her mother actually didn’t beat her. How could it be so good?”
A choked voice sounded, “You said this is my home. Why can’t I live so well?”
The senior sister sat on the side, letting Jiang Xidai lie on the bed. She lifted her clothes and looked at the grotesque burn on Jiang Xidai’s back, then sprinkled some medicinal powder on it, not knowing if it would be of any use.
She was silent for a moment, and for once, she didn’t scold her. “When I usually hit you, you should remember it more. Don’t make mistakes… The Valley Master and the others will only be harsher on you. If you continue to be so stubborn and lose your value, your legs will be broken and you’ll be made mute, then thrown out to beg and cheat people for money.”
“Jiang Xidai, we’ve all come through this. The children who survived a one-in-a-hundred selection in the dungeon are born to do this.”
“No.”
The little girl, while trembling from her wounds, said in a low, crying voice, “I actually don’t like killing people. I find it disgusting, so disgusting. The first time I cut someone’s throat with a knife, so much blood flowed, it was so disgusting…”
“Stop crying.”
The woman patted her cheek and stuffed a piece of candy in her mouth. “Today is your birthday, so I won’t rob you of your money. How about making a wish? Like getting beaten less next year or something.”
“A wish… can it really come true?”
“I don’t know,” the woman sneered. “It’s better to make a wish than not.”
Hearing this, Jiang Xidai moved. She held the maltose in her mouth and slowly closed her palms.
“I won’t make the wish you said.”
“Then what do you want to do? Get stronger?”
“Not that either.” The young girl closed her palms, her voice soft and delicate. “I’m different from you all.”
“I hope that in the future, I can be a good person.”
She didn’t know if heaven had really heard her call.
In any case, this incident completely took her away from her original life.
The Lingshan Sect was one of the famous and orthodox immortal sects, with a long history, and was highly respected in the local area.
She didn’t know if it was her own people, but some had had crooked thoughts and had touched those cultivators.
This had brought about a great disaster.
On that day, the cultivators of the Lingshan Sect left their sect to clear out the evil spirits, flattened this valley that hid filth and slaughter, and released the young children who were still being raised in the dungeon, returning peace to the surrounding people.
Jiang Xidai was not “cleared out.” Perhaps it was because she was young, or perhaps because her aptitude was amazing, but an elder from the Lingshan Sect had taken a liking to her at a glance.
She shrank in a corner, clutching the dagger in her hand.
All around were cultivators in white, graceful robes, their swords pointed at her, their righteousness awe-inspiring, so clean that it made Jiang Xidai feel inferior.
A voice declared, “Her constitution is indeed not bad. Considering she is still young, if she is taught well in the future, she might be able to turn back… Take this child back.”
The blades were all lowered.
She was picked up in a daze and returned to the sect with the Lingshan Sect.
Until she walked out of this valley that had confined her entire childhood, Jiang Xidai did not know what this place was called, just as she did not know her own origins.
But she could vaguely feel that the people who had once seemed so unattainable were, under the swords of these cultivators, as fragile as autumn grass that would bend with a single touch.
And so, by a twist of fate, Jiang Xidai stepped onto the immortal path.
But at that time, no one had expected that from now on—the name Jiang Xidai would become a nightmare that would forever linger over the entire cultivation world, a nightmare that could never be shaken off.