I Find Her Disgusting Chapter 89

Yan Huirou had no desire to be in this place, but when she tried to walk past its boundary, she failed. It seemed she had to enter the gate before she could leave.
She could only compose herself and step back through the gate that made her feel so uneasy.
Yan Huirou slowly closed her eyes.
When she opened them again.
The little Sect Master was staring at her intently, her chin propped on her hand. She was so close that her face was almost touching Yan Huirou’s chin.
Yan Huirou jumped back in fright, only to realize she had passed through an object and was now standing in front of a mirror.
The Jiang Xidai of that time couldn’t see her; she was simply looking at her own reflection.
The little girl moved, squinting her eyes brightly. She breathed on the surface of the mirror, then pecked it with her lips, leaving a faint kiss mark.
She’s quite cute. Is she trying to kiss herself?
Yan Huirou noticed that she had grown a little since their last meeting. She wasn’t as thin, and her complexion was much better. She was wearing the Lingshan Sect’s disciple uniform, a solemn snow-white, which made her look quite well-behaved.
“I don’t want to go to sword practice today.”
She spoke to the mirror, then her tone raised a little, as if she were playing two parts. “Why not?”
“Because there are too many idiots and weaklings. They either dislike me or fear me,” Jiang Xidai answered with indignation. “Good intentions are treated like a donkey’s liver and lungs. They don’t like me at all.”
She then softened her voice. “Then should you reflect on yourself?”
She thought for a moment, then answered, “But I don’t know what I did wrong.”
“If you didn’t do anything wrong, why would everyone dislike you?”
At this point in her self-interrogation, Jiang Xidai’s expression grew a little desolate, as if a layer of fine dust had settled on the mirror.
She lifted her sleeve and wiped the mirror clean, muttering, “Slowly. Starting from today, I won’t be alone.”
Jiang Xidai wiped the mirror clean, and then polished her sword until it was shining brightly. Then she tucked the sword into her belt and walked out.
It was another day with no one to practice with.
The disciples of the same generation all knew her, Jiang Xidai. Her swordsmanship was exquisite, her strikes swift and agile, and she always aimed for vital points.
Every time they practiced with her, it was either a bruised nose and a swollen face, or a broken arm and a broken leg.
Many of her fellow disciples suspected that if not for the masters and seniors standing by to stop her, someone would have died long ago.
On the empty training ground, seeing that no one was paying her any attention, the little girl stood with her legs crossed, the tip of one foot tapping the back of her other heel, and nonchalantly touched it. “Hmph.”
Even the senior sister in charge of training couldn’t stand it anymore. She picked a hapless person from the crowd and handed them to Jiang Xidai. “You two practice together.”
That hapless person—Jiang Xidai’s impression was very clear, so much so that the face was still vivid.
Facing this Jiang Xidai, the slightly younger girl trembled, but she didn’t dare to openly disobey the order.
Another little weakling. Jiang Xidai glanced at her, her expression extremely arrogant, but in reality, the little tail in her heart was wagging happily. “What’s your name?”
“Li… Li Qiuxin.”
“From now on, you’ll follow me,” Jiang Xidai said, lifting her chin, her brows relaxed.
“…” Li Qiuxin suddenly burst into tears, not just a little sound, but a heart-wrenching wail.
Jiang Xidai was immediately annoyed. “What are you crying for? What’s there to cry about?”
Her crying drew a lot of attention. Jiang Xidai bit her lower lip, her eyebrows raised, and she charged at her with her sword, wanting to stop her crying. But who knew that this delicate Junior Sister Li would fall with a single touch, and her voice would become even more pitiful. The two of them rolled together, and then Jiang Xidai was on top of her.
Jiang Xidai subconsciously covered her mouth and also gripped her neck, wanting to stifle her cries—it was too embarrassing.
The crying turned into a hoarse “heh heh” sound, and it became much quieter.
Actually, Jiang Xidai didn’t know what she was thinking at that time.
But she didn’t want others to misunderstand that she had bullied her junior sister into crying.
And she didn’t want others to know that even with a master’s arrangement, her junior sister was not willing to practice with her at all.
She had killed many people before, always by strangling them. She always had trouble controlling her strength when interacting with people and would subconsciously use her full force—especially when she was nervous.
When she came to her senses again, the surroundings were in chaos. Junior Sister Li was lying on the ground, unconscious.
“Stop!!”
Jiang Xidai felt a heavy weight on the back of her collar, and she was lifted up and thrown hard onto the ground.
The scene changed again.
Inside the scripture repository.
A wooden table with many carved marks, and a drowsy lamp. Jiang Xidai was lying on a chair, copying scriptures out of boredom.
A storm was raging outside the window, with thunder rumbling.
Today, she had been scolded by the senior sister and senior brothers in charge of training all day, had been beaten a few times, and then punished by being sent here to copy scriptures, for the so-called purpose of cultivating her character.
The hope of integrating with her fellow disciples seemed to have been completely shattered after this incident. Before, it was just that no one was willing to practice with her. Now, they would hide far away when they saw her.
Jiang Xidai also gave up on communicating with that group of little weaklings, too lazy to waste any more energy on them. They were too timid and not to her liking at all.
She chose to live in seclusion, and gradually, her heart grew cold. She no longer even bothered to put on a pleasant face.
And so, she became more and more arrogant, only looking at people from under her lashes.
The days passed like flowing water. She grew taller and entered her teenage years.
But in her youth, she still had some ordinary desires. She still wanted to find someone to talk to—to get a response. Just like standing in a valley and shouting “ah,” always hoping that the wind would bring back a voice that was not her own.
“My fellow disciples are weak and slow, so clumsy it’s hard to imagine. I don’t know how they’ve lived this long.”
Jiang Xidai said to herself, “Since they don’t like me either, it’s a good thing not to be friends. After all, I’m different from them.”
Her next target, she remembered the group of cultivators who had brought her back that day. Among them were elite disciples and elders.
These people were strong and confident enough. Jiang Xidai hoped to gain their recognition.
That was, the inner sect.
But for her, it was not a difficult task. Jiang Xidai wasn’t even a particularly diligent child. With her terrifying aptitude, she lived a life of work and rest, and her cultivation also grew by a thousand miles a day.
Passing through five gates and slaying six generals, she stood in the sect’s main hall smoothly—as the top of her generation.
But to her surprise, still no one was willing to choose her as a disciple.
The elders’ gazes swept over her, either solemn or frowning, but in the end, they always turned to others.
The sect master said, “Jiang Xidai, come forward.”
Jiang Xidai took a step forward, her head held high as she looked up at the immortal-like old man.
The sect master opened a scroll in his hand. “The final competition for entering the inner sect of the Lingshan Sect, the person who was on stage with you was a disciple from the outer sect’s Luoyue Courtyard, named Feng Xuan.”
“Do you know your mistake?”
Jiang Xidai: “I won.”
“Wretched creature!” the sect master scolded. “Disregarding the friendship of your fellow disciples, you still went for the kill in front of everyone! That disciple’s dantian, the meridians in his hands and feet, his throat, his heart, were hit by a total of one hundred and three of your sword strikes. And your sword tip was coated with a deadly poison, every strike was fatal. If the competition hadn’t been stopped in time, this would probably have been the first tragic death on the stage in the history of the Lingshan Sect.”
The rules were such that it didn’t say poison couldn’t be used. After all, there were people who were proficient in all sorts of things.
But the disciple Jiang Xidai had faced was not some unknown figure from the outer sect.
He was the nephew of an inner sect elder, who had been sent to the outer sect for a few years of training and was about to enter the inner sect in a reasonable manner.
He had not expected to face Jiang Xidai.
Before the elder could even react, the stage was already a mist of blood. This girl, with her delicate and lovely appearance, had unusually cruel and decisive methods, and every strike was precise and swift, making it impossible to see her shadow.
When Feng Xuan was carried down, he was barely alive, but all the meridians in his body were severed, and he was almost a cripple.
Jiang Xidai didn’t understand these subtleties. “His skills were inferior. He deserved to die.”
The sect master said, “Jiang Xidai, this was just a competition. Are you doing this knowingly?”
Jiang Xidai lowered her head. “…The precious sword he was holding was of a very high grade, and he had many magic artifacts. I had nothing, just an iron sword I was given when I entered the sect. The poison on the blade was from the poisonous grass I picked on the mountain and crushed.”
“I wanted to win,” she pressed her lips together. “I wanted to be a disciple.”
She understood that if she wanted to win, she had to make a fatal blow, a quick battle. She absolutely could not give the other person a chance to get up.
That way, she could take first place.
According to the rules, she could choose a very good master.
What Jiang Xidai thought of as “good” was just being good to her. As for whether the master taught her or was powerful, it didn’t matter.
Jiang Xidai didn’t care.
Some people say that a mother’s love is unconditional. Jiang Xidai didn’t know who her mother was. But a master was like an elder and a family member, and also like a mother, who could tolerate her, recognize her, and love her.
The girl in the hall had a few scratches on her cheeks. She had not yet grown tall, and she looked even more lonely.
She held her only broken iron sword, and faced with the elders’ cold glares and accusations, and the enraged sect master, she was at a loss. The tip of her sword trembled a few times and finally fell.
Yan Huirou saw a tear seep from the corner of her eye and roll down her young and tender face.
She tried to swallow, her voice trembling slightly. “And, I only know these moves. When I get nervous, I use them all. I don’t want to, it’s already an instinct.”
No one listened to the explanation of a child with a bad record. The sect master said nothing to her, just waved his hand. “Take her down. Lock her up in confinement first.”
Jiang Xidai looked up, the light in her eyes dimming, and then it completely disappeared as her lashes fell.
Yan Huirou’s soul stood opposite her, a vast white, as if gently covering her with a layer of moonlight.
She, the champion of the inner sect competition, was ultimately held by the arms and dragged out of the sect’s main hall.
And those gentle lights always followed her, but they were separated by two different times and spaces.
But Jiang Xidai suddenly lifted her eyes and, as if sensing something, glanced in her direction.