Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 10

Dame Mei’s words were like her palm strikes: direct, powerful, and always followed through.
That very evening, Jiang Chunai set to work, cleaning Dame Mei’s residence from top to bottom.
In truth, Dame Mei was a tidy person, but Reflection Cliff was simply too large to keep up with.
Since it was her first day on Reflection Cliff and she had indeed made a mistake, Jiang Chunai thought she would just endure it and it would pass.
As she cleaned, Jiang Chunai felt a bit of gratitude. Because she had always looked after her fellow sect members, she had done these cleaning tasks even when she didn’t have to, making her very familiar with the work.
However, her enthusiasm for this was not just because she cared for her peers, but also because of her own family.
Jiang Chunai was the only child in her family and naturally became its pillar, taking on all the household chores, big and small. Back then she was still frail, but now as a cultivator, her body was much stronger, making her even more adept at these tasks.
Perhaps, this was also the reason why Mei Shengchi frequently bullied her.
—”Jiang Chunai, did you water my flowers today? Remember, it’s the immortal dew from the Valerian Garden, not some water you casually fetched from a mountain stream, nor some fake dew you found elsewhere!”
—”Jiang Chunai, did you not clean my residence last night? Remember to make up for it today.”
—”You, with the light-colored eyes, it’s been a few days since you made me roast chicken, hasn’t it? I deliberately didn’t say anything, so you deliberately didn’t do it, is that it?”
…And so on, too numerous to list.
Jiang Chunai was extremely good-tempered. No matter what the strange old woman said, she would do it all.
To water the strange old woman’s precious plants, Jiang Chunai had even gone through several sleepless nights.
It couldn’t be helped. Who told Mei Shengchi to have such high seniority and be the master of Reflection Cliff?
No matter how strange her temper was, Jiang Chunai had to endure it. But a cultivator was still a cultivator, still half-mortal, and still needed to follow the rhythms of time.
The crimson sun had just set behind the distant mountains. Jiang Chunai had stayed up all night the day before and hadn’t found enough time to sleep afterward. As the sun went down, she leaned against a cliff wall and closed her eyes.
Just for a moment. Jiang Chunai only saw a faint warm light dancing on her eyelashes.
The next moment, the warm light was completely swallowed.
“You little liar, bullying this old dame because I’m old and can’t see you hiding over here in your grey clothes, slacking off!” At some point, Mei Shengchi had appeared in front of her, grabbing Jiang Chunai by the collar without a shred of tenderness.
Jiang Chunai, still half-asleep, had no idea Dame Mei had arrived. Still in a daze, she hastily said after seeing who it was, “Da-Dame, I, I…”
Mei Shengchi pursed her lips and said, “I’m not listening to your explanation.”
Jiang Chunai broke into a sweat. She knew the Dame wouldn’t listen to her explanation, but she really wanted to defend herself. She felt she hadn’t been napping here for even the time it takes an incense stick to burn. How could she be so unlucky as to be discovered?
Those junior sisters and brothers who came to relieve her from her shifts never seemed to get into trouble.
Indeed, you have to do these things often to get good at them, right? For the first time, Jiang Chunai had a deeper understanding of such dishonest matters.
“Yes, yes, this disciple was wrong to be slacking off and sleeping here,” Jiang Chunai honestly admitted her mistake. “If there’s anything else you need me to do, just tell me right away.”
Unexpectedly, this sentence poked at Mei Shengchi’s displeasure again. “Hmph, don’t call yourself ‘disciple.’ You’re not qualified. In my entire life, I have never taken a single disciple!”
Hearing a hint of softening in the Dame’s tone, an idea sparked in Jiang Chunai’s mind. She asked in an admiring tone, “Your strength is so formidable, why don’t you take disciples? Do you find it too troublesome?”
Mei Shengchi had been about to say something else, but hearing Jiang Chunai first praise her strength, she swallowed the words she was about to say and slowly replied, “Yes, it’s just too troublesome to take disciples, because you end up with idiots and fools. This old dame can’t be bothered to teach them.”
“For example, if I met someone like you, I’d have to make her work on my Reflection Cliff for decades to grind out her dull nature!”
Jiang Chunai silently closed her mouth and lowered her eyelashes.
She wasn’t young anymore. She had felt the sour, stagnant feeling of being wronged by villains, the feeling of being doubted by past friends, but she had never been scolded for being stupid so directly and to her face like this by Dame Mei.
She, Jiang Chunai, was at least someone with a name on the rankings.
“But, you are lucky after all. You’re the first person this year to take a palm strike from me. So, tonight you don’t have to do those chores,” Mei Shengchi suddenly changed the subject. Seeing the light in Jiang Chunai’s pale, glass-like pupils, she subconsciously added, “But I didn’t say you were smart.”
Jiang Chunai seemed to suddenly understand Dame Mei’s way of speaking. So, with an equally serious expression, she nodded heavily and said, “Yes, Chunai is foolish.”
Mei Shengchi nodded in satisfaction, muttering, “Well now, it seems not all of Yang Nian’s disciples are idiots.”
Jiang Chunai turned away. She didn’t immediately understand what Mei Shengchi had said, only seeing the fleeting curve of her lips.
Mei Shengchi didn’t send her to do chores that night. She pulled her to an empty space.
Jiang Chunai was confused. “Dame, what did you bring Chunai here for?”
The surroundings were vast and empty, utterly silent, save for a single crescent moon hanging cold and lonely in the sky.
The deep, eerie blue light could only make Jiang Chunai think of that night.
For some reason, she felt her wrist begin to itch again. Those crimson-black lines, were they starting to writhe and grow again now?
Jiang Chunai didn’t know, and she didn’t dare to look.
“Watch closely—!” Mei Shengchi suddenly shouted, and the melodious, majestic hum of a sword suddenly rang out.
A sword array abruptly rose around them. The air began to vibrate violently, and countless waves of light intertwined and wrapped around them, suddenly constructing a cage of swords that tightly enclosed the two of them.
Ancient swords, one by one, slowly rose. Some long, some short, some wide, some narrow, each one emitting a different light—some as scorching as the sun, some as hard as ice. Even Jiang Chunai was dumbfounded by the sight.
“Myriad Sword Return Array…?” she murmured. “Isn’t this an array my master once used?”
As the Immortal Lord’s disciple, Jiang Chunai was familiar with her master’s techniques. The manual for the Myriad Sword Return Array was lost, and her master hadn’t had time to teach it to her, so Jiang Chunai could only watch but not use this technique. Seeing Dame Mei use it so easily now, she was naturally shocked.
“If your master knows it, of course I do too,” Mei Shengchi sneered. “She and I became famous in the Grand Competition in the same year. My cultivation is higher than hers! When she didn’t understand something, she had to come and ask me for guidance.”
Jiang Chunai was slow to react, her words faster than her brain. “But, didn’t Master only become famous once? And that time she was the champion…”
“Shut up!”
Jiang Chunai sheepishly shut her mouth, but she had already offended Mei Shengchi.
Forget about observing the subtleties of the Myriad Sword Return Array. For the next ten days or so, Jiang Chunai was fighting for her life, trying to break the sword array.
But Mei Shengchi was Mei Shengchi, after all. Although she had never introduced herself to Jiang Chunai, Jiang Chunai still knew that she was also an elder, and also had a respected title.
If Jiang Chunai remembered correctly, Mei Shengchi’s title was also some kind of True Lord.
A True Lord who became famous in the Grand Competition in the same year as my Immortal Lord, and after hundreds, thousands of years, she’s still picking on a little brat like me. Isn’t that just bullying!
“Purple Lightning Green Frost, Eighth Form!” Jiang Chunai let out a long cry, brandishing the Snow Camellia Sword and striking directly at the most ancient-looking sword deep within the array.
The sword light was fierce, changing the color of the heavens and the earth.
The dark night was first torn open. Due to the nature of the sword style, thunderclouds began to churn not far away. Then, a snow-white thunder serpent flashed through the gap. With lightning speed, the opening grew larger and larger, rushing straight toward the ancient sword—
Jiang Chunai awaited the result with confidence. This was the second-to-last move of the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword Style, and it had consumed most of her spiritual energy.
However, the result was disappointing. Such a magnificent and domineering sword energy didn’t even shake that ancient sword.
Jiang Chunai was disheartened.
She had been trying for five or six days straight. Besides delivering things to Han Xiao, she had never persisted in anything for so long.
Oh, if being enslaved by this bad-tempered Cliff Master every day counted.
“So many times, and I still can’t break it!” She was very frustrated. She took the Snow Camellia and walked far away, just not wanting to see that sword array.
There was still sand where she sat. A casual movement would leave a mark.
“I hate you, you stinking Myriad Sword Return Array!” Jiang Chunai sat on the ground and, finding a branch from somewhere, simply drew ten swords to represent the array. Then she drew a stick figure of Mei Shengchi. “And you, Cliff Master!”
After she finished her drawing, Jiang Chunai felt something was missing. Her gaze drifted downwards and fell upon the few crimson-black lines on her wrist. Jiang Chunai immediately knew what she had forgotten to draw.
So, she neatly drew Han Xiao, although it didn’t look much like her either.
“Stupid sword array, can’t even break it.”
“Stupid old woman, scolding me and bullying me every day, and even badmouthing my master.”
She held the branch, drawing large X’s, moving it around, counting their “crimes.” But when the X moved over Han Xiao, Jiang Chunai had nothing to say.
“Anyway, anyway you’re annoying too…”
Though she was alone, Jiang Chunai felt guilty, as if there were a second person present. She pulled back the branch.
When she calmed down and saw the pile of crooked sand drawings on the ground, she realized what foolish things she had just said.
When Jiang Chunai came to her senses, her face also turned red. She quickly got up and stomped the pile on the ground clean, as if afraid someone would find out what she had done.
The matter of me cursing Dame Mei must never be known to her, or else there will be no good fruit for me to eat.
As for Han Xiao, anyway… anyway, she can’t know either, Jiang Chunai thought.
There was still some time before dawn. As Jiang Chunai fiddled with the branch, when the sun’s rays shone down, she suddenly realized she seemed to have changed.
It seems I’m starting to blame others, she thought.