Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 12

The hall immediately fell silent. Everyone was shocked by Han Xiao’s words.
A good strike?
Just now, Jing Shun had asked Han Xiao what she meant, and she had replied, “A good strike.”
Jing Shun felt a dull ache in his cheek, but he still couldn’t believe Han Xiao meant it that way. He said, “My relationship with Jiang Chunai is not as close as yours. It would be difficult for me to be the one to teach her a lesson…”
“Did you not understand what I meant?” Han Xiao glanced over coolly. “The one who just got hit was you.”
A few low chuckles came from the crowd.
The expression on Jing Shun’s face instantly became a colorful display. It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered this possibility, but he never imagined Han Xiao would actually say it out loud!
He immediately said, “Senior Sister Han Xiao, since Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s death, many matters have passed through your hands. Must you handle things this way?”
“Harming a fellow disciple is an act that warrants the whip! Besides, Jiang Chunai should be on Reflection Cliff right now!”
Han Xiao said, “Since you know I handle many matters, there is no need for you to run your mouth.”
“Just now, anyone with eyes could see,” Han Xiao’s tone was hard, like deep snow and thin mist, “that you were the one who struck first. Jing Shun, how do you think the matter of harming a fellow disciple should be settled?”
Jing Shun’s throat suddenly felt dry. He didn’t know what to say.
Han Xiao was not someone to be joked with. He had never seen anyone joke with her.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Jing Shun gritted his teeth and, ignoring the looks from his junior brothers, said, “Since Senior Sister Han Xiao insists on protecting her, then I have nothing more to say!”
After speaking, he led his people away, looking utterly dejected.
“Everything back to normal,” Han Xiao said, turning to the people in the sword hall.
Her gaze did not linger on Jiang Chunai for even a second.
Yan Linglong was still holding Jiang Chunai’s arm, her voice filled with excitement. “Oh my goodness, I can’t believe it. I just casually mentioned it to Senior Sister Han Xiao last time, and she actually came…”
The girl’s whimpering voice finally attracted the attention of others.
Han Xiao looked over, her eyes still glinting with an unsteady, dark fire.
Jiang Chunai, whose expression had been numb just moments ago, felt her heart suddenly begin to pound violently.
She had thought that after a few months on Reflection Cliff, her temperament had changed drastically. But she had lived for so many years; a few months were nothing compared to one or two hundred years.
She had cultivated for nearly a hundred years, which meant she had liked Han Xiao for eighty.
“Senior Sister, thank you! I really didn’t expect you to come today!” Yan Linglong bounced over to Han Xiao’s side and said familiarly, “Are you free tomorrow? I want you to take a look at my Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword Style…”
Jiang Chunai struggled to open her mouth, finally managing to force out the words that had been lingering on her lips. “Thank you, Senior Sister.”
But Han Xiao did not accept her goodwill, saying bluntly, “I helped you because you are also a disciple of the Immortal Lord.”
Jiang Chunai froze. She thought of the two half-moon shaped jade bracelets.
Back then, Master left these for the two of us so that we would take care of each other.
Was it only because of Master’s command that Han Xiao helped? Or was it because someone else had sent a message?
“Go back where?” Jiang Chunai asked subconsciously.
“To Reflection Cliff. Who allowed you to run out so rashly?” Han Xiao’s tone was reproachful. “You’ve been out for several days. The order you were given was not to take a single step out of Reflection Cliff.”
That was true, but it was Dame Mei herself who had made her do it!
Jiang Chunai was about to argue but saw that Han Xiao had already turned to leave. And Yan Linglong was following behind her, chattering like a little sparrow, not idle for a moment.
Just like her, standing beside the taller Han Xiao, chattering away.
Back then, Jiang Chunai hadn’t grown tall either. She was just like her junior sister, following behind her senior sister, talking nonstop.
“Senior Sister, this place is so scary!” little Chunai said, pulling on Han Xiao’s sleeve, trembling.
Although everyone said she was talented and had great potential, coming to the Ghost Market now, she was still terrified.
Senior Sister Han Xiao had only just arrived at the sect—sigh, speaking of which, it was strange. Senior Sister Han Xiao was clearly the one who came later, yet she was the senior sister.
Little Chunai had even gone to their master to argue about it, but their master had just smiled, patted her head, and said, “Your senior sister is older than you.”
Chunai was still not convinced. “In the mortal realm, seniority is based on age, but are we cultivators the same?”
“Mm, but Senior Sister Han Xiao’s cultivation is also higher than yours!”
Little Chunai pouted, then, in a huff, took her Snow Camellia Sword to go fight Han Xiao.
As it turned out, a master was a master. Senior Sister Han Xiao defeated little Chunai without even using her own sword.
Her senior sister hadn’t used her personal sword and had still beaten her soundly. This infuriated Jiang Chunai, and she even went to their master to complain.
But their master just smiled and said, “Mm, do you know what your senior sister’s sword is called?”
“What’s it called?”
“Twilight Kite. Perhaps she didn’t use Twilight Kite not because she looks down on you, but because she couldn’t bear to strike you with it.”
Little Chunai’s eyes widened. “Why wouldn’t Senior Sister use Twilight Kite?”
“From ancient marsh, a spring mist is born; from twilight sky, a kite descends,” their master recited slowly. “Mm, in that case, you two really do have a connection.”
Little Chunai was happy.
In that case, she was her senior sister’s nemesis, which was a kind of victory from another angle.
From then on, Chunai no longer dwelled on how much stronger her senior sister was. Instead, she always sought her out. Whether it was to play or to slay demons, she wanted to be with her.
This trip to the Ghost Market was no exception.
It was said that this Ghost Market was adjacent to the Nether Realm and had extremely heavy demonic energy. If a cultivator with an unsteady conviction or shallow cultivation came here, they would either die or be corrupted into a demon.
Before them was a vast blood mist, where only blurry human figures could be seen within a small square of vision. Only by getting close could one see a person clearly.
Curiosity and fear warred within her. Jiang Chunai’s eyes widened as she looked at the demons nearby, and she was terrified.
She had been full of confidence before coming, only to feel the fear after arriving. She clung to Senior Sister Han Xiao’s sleeve without stopping. “Ahhhh, that ghost just now had its head growing on its bottom and walked with its tongue?!”
Han Xiao just let her junior sister pull on her, her gaze fixed intently ahead as she comforted her, “The ghosts here are all like that. In a moment, you’ll see a headless one.”
Before Jiang Chunai could even cry “Ah,” a headless body passed by, its insides a mess of flesh and blood, emitting a hollow sound from an unknown source. “Ah, little sister, were you looking for me?”
Han Xiao shrugged and, for a rare moment, smiled. “Ah, there it is.”
Jiang Chunai was on the verge of tears, able to do nothing but continue clinging to Han Xiao’s sleeve.
But as they held on, their hands slowly shifted until their pinkies were hooked together. The physical contact was much more stable and reassuring than just tugging on clothes.
She was terrified by the ghosts the entire way. “Senior Sister, the demon that just passed by flowed past us…”
“Senior Sister…”
“Hey, Senior Sister, a demon with a human body and a snake’s tail just passed by.”
Her senior sister, who had been listening to her chatter with a blank expression, finally reacted, turning her head. “You like it?”
Jiang Chunai: ……
“Who likes demons!”
The trip to the Ghost Market was too much of a shock for the Jiang Chunai of that time. Her strength wasn’t enough, and she was afraid that she and her senior sister would be corrupted into demons, so she had been praying to the gods and buddhas in her heart.
Back then, she had naively thought her prayers were working. In reality, they were not.
Was it because her senior sister’s strength was too formidable, or was it because her senior sister was a demon herself?
She thought of that night, of her senior sister with a demon tail.
Jiang Chunai still buried this secret deep in her heart.
This was her third day out. Jiang Chunai still hadn’t forgotten about Dame Mei and rushed back on the evening of the third day.
After being busy for two or three days, Jiang Chunai was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, so she decided to go to sleep.
However, it was as if something was weighing on her mind, and she couldn’t fall asleep.
The more she couldn’t sleep, the more her wrist itched.
By the faint, glowing light, Jiang Chunai looked down and saw the fine lines on her wrist had deepened.
The effects of the Passion Lure were rising again. She suddenly felt a nameless fire in her body, wanting to devour someone.
Mm, is there some sound in the corner?
She saw it was a little snake, the same little snake with golden, vertical pupils that would hiss and flick its tongue.
It was an old “serpentine” acquaintance.
As soon as the little snake saw Jiang Chunai look over, it crawled toward her.
Jiang Chunai was rather embarrassed. Although she was acquainted with this little snake, in the past, she had been normal, not tormented by the Passion Lure, and could play with it normally.
“Sorry, Little Gold,” she said, stroking the little snake’s back and sighing. “I have something to do tonight, so I can’t play with you.”
Consumed by lust… the demonic cultivator who had planted the Passion Lure back then had really gone to great lengths.
Seeing the crimson color gradually spread across her face, the little snake also seemed to grow anxious, hissing and flicking its tongue.
“What are you so anxious about? It’s not like you can help me,” Jiang Chunai sighed, freeing a hand to stroke the little snake. “What’s wrong?”
The little snake was still hissing, licking her knuckles. One, two, and on the third, it stopped.
A warm sensation enveloped her finger, pulsing inch by inch.
A jolt of pleasure shot straight to her head, then down to her legs. Jiang Chunai could only curse that this Passion Lure was a twin gu; to resolve it, she could only use something related to Han Xiao.
Jiang Chunai could only say in embarrassment, “Alright, alright, I know. Are you saying I haven’t been back for three days? I know I was wrong. I’ll come back earlier next time.”
Hearing this, the little snake seemed satisfied. It stopped its movements and lay down on Jiang Chunai’s pillow.
But Jiang Chunai didn’t want the snake to see what happened next—even though it wasn’t human, this kind of thing was still embarrassing.
So she pleaded pitifully with the little snake, “Little Gold, can you come play with me tomorrow?”
The little snake seemed reluctant to leave, but hearing her pitiful tone, it still agreed.
Seeing the little snake go, Jiang Chunai finally took out the half-moon shaped jade bracelet.
Han Xiao had never given her anything.
So, for any effective relief, she could only use this.
But that night, her dreams were filled with the warm, wet sensation of being enveloped that the little snake had given her.
Her breath became a tangled mess, and the rationality she barely maintained turned into a vision of a naked torso and a snake’s body. In the end, the entire dream was soaked through.
In the dream, Han Xiao’s tongue would curl with the arc of a snake. Her tongue would grind against her palm, deliberately leaving a gap so Jiang Chunai had enough space to watch.
Letting her see the moist color and shape, slow at first, then fast, from the base of her palm to the root of her fingers…
The tide of passion submerged Jiang Chunai too quickly. Or perhaps she was too immersed to notice that the snake had not left, but was coiled in a corner, trembling with the same rhythm as her body.
Drip, drip.
But at this moment, the little snake did not have its familiar golden, vertical pupils, but clear black pupils.
Like a cold moon and a lone star, gradually stained with desire.