Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 14

“Senior Sister, what’s that fine line under your eye?”
What’s wrong with Senior Sister Han Xiao? Why does she have a line like that under her eye? It looks like it’s red, but also black.
Yan Linglong sheathed her sword and bounced over. She had intended to ask her senior sister how her swordsmanship display was, but she hadn’t expected to see something else on her face.
Han Xiao raised her hand as if to cover it, saying, “It’s nothing, a birthmark.”
“Oh, a birthmark?” Yan Linglong was stunned for a moment, then smiled. “I never noticed you had one there before. Maybe it’s because you were too tall before. If it were someone else, maybe they would have been able to see it.”
Han Xiao neither confirmed nor denied it, not replying to her comment.
The fine lines had begun to grow wildly, spreading. It could only mean one thing.
She was suffering.
Since that night, Han Xiao had discovered she shared a connection with Jiang Chunai.
Double the pleasure, double the downfall, double the pain.
“Ah, Senior Sister, what did you think of my last attempt? I practiced for a very long time!” Yan Linglong didn’t pay much mind to the line under Han Xiao’s eye. She was still like a peacock spreading its tail, waiting for praise.
Knowing that Senior Sister Han Xiao was coming today, she had specifically worn brightly colored clothes. The black cloud pattern of the disciples under Dao Lord Qiming was too dreary!
Senior Sister Han Xiao was very busy. Lately, she had been occupied with something again and rarely returned to the sect. Even when she did, she wouldn’t come to the sword hall to guide their practice.
Coupled with her powerful, unapproachable aura, even when she did return, very few in the entire sect dared to go up and speak to her.
But Yan Linglong was different. She specifically wanted her senior sister’s guidance. She had learned a lot from Senior Sister Chunai.
But Senior Sister Han Xiao was slow to respond.
Yan Linglong pursed her lips and asked again, carefully, “Senior Sister? I learned a little from Senior Sister Chunai, but I think you would understand it better…”
A sharp pain. A pain in her dantian.
Han Xiao found it hard to pinpoint the source of this feeling. The moment she heard the name “Chunai,” that strange feeling intensified.
“Practice more on your own,” she said, then actually flicked her sleeve and left, leaving Yan Linglong standing there alone, at a loss.
After walking out of the sword hall, Han Xiao couldn’t help but form a hand seal, circulate her spiritual energy, and tap the spot between her eyebrows.
The energy flowed evenly to the area under her eye, suppressing the spreading fine lines.
That would stop the pain.
Ever since failing to cultivate the Tenth Form of the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword, Jiang Chunai had become even more obedient. She did whatever Dame Mei told her to do.
However, while Jiang Chunai was still the same Jiang Chunai, a subtle change had occurred in Mei Shengchi.
For example, when Jiang Chunai occasionally brought back a roast chicken as an offering for Dame Mei, she would take it, her words still teasing, but the content had changed: “I knew you were a good hunter.”
At times like this, Jiang Chunai would become very embarrassed. “It’s just hunting. There is much more the Dame can teach Chunai.”
“Teach you more?” Mei Shengchi sneered.
Jiang Chunai pricked up her ears, listening very carefully for the Dame’s next sentence.
“I said last time, I’m only teaching you because I’m in a good mood. If you want to become my disciple, you haven’t swept this Reflection Cliff for ten years yet!”
Jiang Chunai silently lowered her head, fiddling with her fingers, muttering to herself.
She hadn’t said a word, but the expression on her face had already betrayed her.
Mei Shengchi’s brow furrowed. “Hmph,” she said, “What, is this little girl of yours dissatisfied with this Cliff Master?”
“Eh, no, I’m not dissat—”
“Hmph, seeing as you’ve done a decent job, this Cliff Master can reluctantly let you sweep for only five years. After that, I’ll slowly consider formally taking you as a disciple.”
Jiang Chunai: …
Five years, ten years… she would become a sweeping monk at the foot of Reflection Cliff.
Jiang Chunai still wanted to ask about swordsmanship, so she brought up the topic again. Who knew that Mei Shengchi would be so unwilling to hear it, saying bluntly, “You’ve learned enough these past few days.”
That effectively blocked Jiang Chunai’s path to learning. No matter how much she wanted to learn, she couldn’t force someone who refused to teach.
Jiang Chunai sheepishly shut her mouth and said she would take her leave.
Mei Shengchi stared at her retreating back, remembering the surging, crimson-black lines on Jiang Chunai’s wrist from the day before.
“Oh, Yang Nian… what kind of people did you pick up and bring back?” she murmured.
After taking her leave of the Cliff Master, Jiang Chunai still wanted to cultivate. So after returning, she still tried to enter the state of no-thought.
If the Dame wouldn’t teach her, then she would just learn on her own.
She refused to believe that she really couldn’t learn this Tenth Form.
Before entering the state of no-thought, the female voice in her sea of consciousness sounded again:
The Cliff Master already told you, didn’t she? You are not suited to practice the Tenth Form.
“Just because she won’t let me practice, does that mean I shouldn’t? This is Master’s original sword style. Of course I have to work hard to learn it.”
Since it is your master’s original sword style, then why didn’t she teach you the last two forms? The female voice in her sea of consciousness chuckled.
Furthermore, your master also told you to be devoted to the Dao, to vanquish demons and slay evils.
At this, Jiang Chunai was clearly at a loss for words.
Master also told me to take good care of Senior Sister Han Xiao.
After saying this, she cast aside all distracting thoughts and focused on entering the state of no-thought.
“Now, without thought or conception, the mind and its thoughts are extinguished, and thus a dharma that is neither form nor mind is attained…” she recited silently, hoping that she wouldn’t make the same mistake as last time.
Her senior sister’s face did not appear before her. Just when it seemed everything was about to succeed, her dantian began to burn again, and the area under her eyes even started to scorch intensely.
Jiang Chunai cried out in pain. Just as she was lamenting in her heart that she would never practice this again, her entire body miraculously healed.
She had thought she had succeeded. But as soon as she stood up, she realized she just wasn’t in pain anymore.
In other words, she still hadn’t succeeded. She was still in pain, it was just that, a moment ago, it was as if someone had magically suppressed her pain.
She didn’t know how.
She thought that her deep-seated bloodline probably didn’t have such an all-powerful effect.
Jiang Chunai didn’t understand, but she didn’t want to go find Dame Mei, nor did she want to ask the voice in her sea of consciousness.
Although, they surely both knew, and knew a lot, she just didn’t want to think about it, to explore it.
All along, Jiang Chunai had been resisting this matter.
She even hoped to never know what would happen next, to not know what this identity required of her. Her current self was the self she liked best.
Staying in the Bright Snow Sect, being the disciple of the late Immortal Lord Yang Nian, being Senior Sister Han Xiao’s junior sister, being the helpful and kind senior sister in everyone’s eyes.
This was the state she liked best.
Being a senior sister is good. Just then, a voice as loud as a great bell pierced through the forest to her ear. “Jiang Chunai, someone is here to see you!”
Jiang Chunai quickly used a voice transmission jade seal to let the Cliff Master know she had heard.
Only when she got to the foot of the mountain did she find that it was her junior sister, Yan Linglong.
She had come today, beaming, holding a sword and also carrying a food box.