Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 2

The sword had been gathering immense spiritual energy, originally meant to take the fox demon’s life. But Jiang Chunai had suddenly recited a different incantation, changing its direction so that it wouldn’t harm the fox.
In the faint glow of the sword light, she saw that the fox demon was none other than Han Xiao.
The face revealed under the faint, eerie light stunned Jiang Chunai.
No. She silently recited a calming mantra to steady her heart. Demons are masters of illusion, skilled at deceiving the hearts of people. This fox demon must be a high-level demon. It must have sensed my innermost thoughts and taken on Han Xiao’s form to confuse me.
Besides, this wasn’t the first time Jiang Chunai had encountered a demon that had transformed into her senior sister’s likeness on her path of exorcism. Without exception, she had slain every single one of them.
This time would be no different. And yet, Jiang Chunai couldn’t explain why she had just chanted the incantation to divert her sword. Was it an inner demon?
Perhaps it was because when she had roamed the mountains and seas before, she knew her senior sister would never be in those places, so she had shown no mercy when she killed them.
But here, on Mount Shu, it was entirely possible to run into her senior sister…
No, I can’t think like this anymore! Jiang Chunai shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
“Hah—” She took a deep breath, formed a new hand seal, and recalled the Snow Camellia Sword from the stone wall. “Don’t think I’ll let you go just because you can take this form.”
A scorching fire seemed to burn in her dantian, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, which only fueled the anger in her heart.
How dare a vile demon take on the appearance of Senior Sister Han Xiao?
The lesser demons that had previously taken her senior sister’s form had all been subjected to even more severe punishments by Jiang Chunai. The reason was simple. When her master had passed away, she had left a final command: no matter what happened, Jiang Chunai was to take good care of Senior Sister Han Xiao.
Jiang Chunai had nearly starved to death in her youth. It was Immortal Lord Yang Nian who had rescued her from the ice and snow. That year, the land was filled with the bodies of the starved, and Chunai’s own parents had been buried in the snow.
Her sword was named Snow Camellia. First, to commemorate the great snow of that year, and second, because her master hoped she would live a long life like the camellia tree.
Without her master, she wouldn’t be who she was today.
Therefore, Jiang Chunai had accepted this woman who had appeared midway through her time in the sect and become her senior sister.
Her master surely had her reasons for such an arrangement. Jiang Chunai had never held a shred of resentment toward Han Xiao, even though the latter’s gaze had never once rested on her.
That didn’t matter, because she had admired Han Xiao for a long time.
The more she admired her, the more sacred Han Xiao became in her heart, and the more she felt she must be protected from any defilement.
And this demon had not only made her senior sister appear with her clothes in disarray, but had also made her take the form of a fox!
Without another thought, Jiang Chunai once again channeled spiritual energy into her sword. The longsword slashed toward the fox demon, eager to end its life.
This time, she would show no mercy. She attacked with the intent to kill.
However, the longsword didn’t pierce the fox demon’s body. Instead, it tore through the front of her robes, revealing a large expanse of skin and, with it, a half-moon shaped object that was extremely eye-catching.
It was the other half of the jade that matched the one on Jiang Chunai’s wrist, and it gleamed with a cold light.
This was the jade that Immortal Lord Yang Nian had left for her senior sister.
A chaotic clap of spring thunder exploded in her mind. Jiang Chunai struggled internally, trying her best not to look at the fox demon, only to hear an extremely cold voice call out, “Junior Sister.”
“You want to kill me, is that it? But did you see this?” Han Xiao said in a low voice, then lowered her gaze to her own neck. “You know what this is.”
In an instant, her senior sister closed the distance between them, grabbing the hand that held the sword and bringing her face extremely close.
“Chunai, help me.”
The voice was unmistakably her Senior Sister Han Xiao’s, as cold as her name suggested, like a long, sleepless night. But mixed into that coldness was a hint of an irrepressible, sensual tone.
The love gu was taking effect, Jiang Chunai knew.
The extremely fine, crimson-black threads on her wrist began to spread out again, their color deepening.
And the fine line under Han Xiao’s eye also grew darker.
Jiang Chunai stared intently into Han Xiao’s eyes. The last piece of her rationality, that great stone in her heart, began to crumble, bit by bit.
Those clear, dark eyes, like a cold moon and a lone star, always held a shimmering light, like an unsteady flame in the dark night.
In her time slaying demons, Jiang Chunai had encountered monsters that took her senior sister’s form, but not one of them could replicate those eyes.
…And what kind of demon would so brazenly reveal its own tails?
The Quiescence Brocade—the special immortal fabric unique to Bright Snow Sect cultivators—lay scattered on the ground.
The characters for “Han Xiao” were written on it. This item could not be forged; each person had only one.
Her senior sister had a proud and aloof nature, always dressing in simple, plain colors. Now, her robes were half-undone, her dark hair cascading over her skin, which shone with a soft light.
Jiang Chunai felt her throat go dry and her eyes moisten. Desire, like a swarm of tiny ants, crawled all over her body, gnawing away at the rationality she had always prided herself on.
Her sword hand was enveloped. How could she have the mind to hold a sword anymore?
With a clang, the longsword fell to the ground, a dark glint flashing from a new chip in the blade.
The divine weapon, Snow Camellia, should never have been chipped, but Jiang Chunai had no heart to care about that now.
What does a chipped sword matter? What about the person?
Jiang Chunai had always followed her master’s teachings.
Jiang Chunai had listened to her master’s command to take care of Han Xiao.
Jiang Chunai had never shown mercy when facing demons.
She and the senior sister she had long admired were both afflicted with a love gu.
But her senior sister had demon tails.
As her will became entangled, Jiang Chunai suddenly felt a wave of heat surge from her dantian, a clear sign of the love gu taking full effect.
And the Han Xiao before her was in no better state. Her clear pupils were now stained with desire, and her lips parted and closed even faster. “Jiang Chunai.”
She said her full name. “I’m poisoned. We’re both poisoned.”
“The gu is called… Passion Lure,” Han Xiao said, her voice restrained and hoarse, yet it held an undertone that invited ravishment. “This is a twin gu. One is in me, and the other…”
Han Xiao didn’t finish, but Jiang Chunai already knew.
Her wrist, and the crimson-black lines that had appeared under Han Xiao’s eye, were the proof.
Jiang Chunai had heard of twin love gu before. If two people were afflicted by this type of gu, they would explode and die if they did not copulate.
As for the frequency and duration, that depended on what the demonic cultivator who cast it had intended. Forcing the victims to couple was a common feature of this type of love gu.
“Chunai, I have never asked you for anything,” Han Xiao said again, her voice holding an emotion never before seen from her… a plea.
Because of her mysterious identity and unfathomable power, Han Xiao was seen by everyone on Mount Shu as a high-mountain flower, someone who had never been seen lowering herself.
But now, she was slumped on the ground, her watery eyes shimmering, looking as enchanting as a demon.
“Senior Sister, don’t worry.” Jiang Chunai spoke to soothe her, swallowing a nervous lump in her throat as she slowly approached and knelt down.
They both knew the power of the Passion Lure. The fire of desire in their hearts had been lit, and now it was burning fiercely within them both.
Even if it meant sinking into depravity, they would sink together.
A shared fall, strung together by fine, crimson-black threads.
The plain white robes were completely removed. The light-colored pupils reflected a clear black, within which a new fire seemed to have been ignited.
“Senior Sister?” Jiang Chunai murmured, but her wrist was already gripped by Han Xiao, and a warm breath fell upon her earlobe.
The breath was accompanied by intermittent, sensual sounds. “There is no Senior Sister here. Only… Han Xiao.”
A hand wrapped around her neck, a chest pressed against her collarbone, and lips brushed past her ear.
Breathing grew heavier, inch by inch, and there were sounds of moisture, noisy and lingering.
A hissing sound interspersed within, like a snake flicking its tongue.
Han Xiao? Senior Sister? Jiang Chunai didn’t know.
Foreheads touched, consciousnesses intertwined.
She felt as if she had been dragged into a vivid and fragrant dream.
The scenes in the secret realm were mostly illusions. Just a moment ago it was a vast valley; perhaps they were in a cave now.
The sky around them was still an eerie blue-green, and the wind howled outside the cave.
Mist-Shrouded Mountain was often rainy. Since the Ice Soul Secret Realm was within it, rain was perfectly normal.
In a daze, the sound of the wind mixed with the ever-thickening and lingering sound of water, filling her ears as fine rain washed over the mouth of the cave.
The short trees leaned sideways, flowers and grass shook and fell.
The post-rain chill made Jiang Chunai suddenly sneeze. When she looked up again, Han Xiao had returned to her usual solemn, aloof expression.
Her eyes were like a cold moon and a lone star, but now they carried a piercing sharpness.
Jiang Chunai’s heart still held a strange pleasure, as if it were being bound by a demon’s tail, but at this moment, it was instantly frozen away.
The binding of the demon tail was fake. The wet heat advancing was also fake.
“Get out,” Han Xiao said, rising to her feet.
Sometime, somehow, she had already dressed herself. She looked down at Jiang Chunai, her gaze filled with disgust.
“Or I’ll kill you.”
“Senior Sister, I…” Jiang Chunai said frantically.
The most potent phase of the Passion Lure had passed. Han Xiao no longer needed her.
“Scram!” Han Xiao suddenly snapped, pressing her sword against Jiang Chunai’s neck. The blade slid over the red mark—a mark she herself had left in her frenzy last night.
So cold, so icy. For a moment, Jiang Chunai felt as if she had returned to that winter.
The land was a vast expanse of white snow. Her senior sister’s face was like the snow on that day—beautiful, yet full of hostility.
There was no bewitching demon tail behind her now.
Was it an illusion, or did she hide it?
“Get out! Don’t stay here. The sect has forbidden it. All who enter will be executed.” With that, Han Xiao turned, straightened her own clothes, and disappeared into the fog.
Jiang Chunai remained where she was, letting out a sigh of relief before she finally began to tidy her own robes.
…This was clearly something between two people, she thought.
Afterward, Jiang Chunai left the secret realm and encountered her junior sister, who was passing through Mist-Shrouded Mountain while hunting the fox demon.
The sky had brightened. Everything that had happened last night felt like a dream, but the red marks on her body, the warmth still lingering on her palms, the ache in her body, and even the trembling of her jaw all proclaimed that the events of last night had truly, truly happened.
And there was the chip on the Snow Camellia Sword.
How strange. Master clearly told me that the material of the Snow Camellia makes it an indestructible divine weapon. Did it really get chipped so easily from a fall of just a few feet last night?
For a moment, Jiang Chunai couldn’t accept any of this.
As soon as her junior sister left, she slumped down in exhaustion, wanting to wait for these five days to pass. I will never come to the Ice Soul Secret Realm again, she thought.
And how will Senior Sister Han Xiao look at me after this? How are we supposed to interact?
Being intimate with the person one loves should be a happy occasion, but Jiang Chunai didn’t feel that way at all.
She had given up so many of her firsts.
Her first lie, her first time letting a demon go, her first time damaging a divine weapon, her first…
“Well, if it isn’t the True Lord! As I recall, isn’t it your turn to be on duty at the Ice Soul Secret Realm today? What are you doing down here at the foot of the mountain drinking with us?”
In a small tavern at the foot of the mountain, a male cultivator holding a cup teased loudly.
The “True Lord” he spoke of was none other than the Bright Snow Sect’s eldest disciple, Zeng Jun. Although he was a senior, his skills were lacking. He loved to cut corners and bully others with his status. Others called him by this title as a joke, but he actually took it as an honor.
“How could a task like guarding the Ice Soul Secret Realm trouble our True Lord?” a busybody from a nearby table immediately chimed in. “Once you do something like that once, you’ll do it a second time.”
Zeng Jun sneered, called for the owner to bring more wine, and casually shelled a peanut. He grinned. “For these five days, I only went for one. Now, take a guess who I ran into for my shift?”
The people at his table and the next rolled their eyes and said in unison, “Oh, you pawned it off on Jiang Chunai again!”
The two tables of people burst into laughter.
In a corner sat a pretty female cultivator with a jeweled flower in her hair. She frowned, feeling displeased.
To think these people are my fellow disciples!
Who one took as a master depended on fate and fortune. Yan Linglong was very grateful to her own master, but she couldn’t muster any good feelings for these peers.
The Bright Snow Sect had two of the most powerful elders. One was Immortal Lord Yang Nian, who had died under mysterious circumstances while fighting demons a few years ago. The other, Dao Lord Qiming, had conveniently taken over the duties of the Sect Leader.
The people currently laughing together were, without exception, all disciples of Dao Lord Qiming, her fellow disciples.
Zeng Jun made a “tch” sound, tossed the peanut into his mouth, and said with a cold laugh, “How can you call that pawning it off on Jiang Chunai? Who told her to be so stupid?”
“Exactly! If she likes guarding the secret realm, then let her guard it. That realm hasn’t had a single incident in hundreds of years anyway. And Mist-Shrouded Mountain is so cold. Whoever wants to go can go.”
“Agreed, agreed!”
With just a few words, they flattered Zeng Jun, coaxing him into paying for this round of drinks.
Zeng Jun had been in the sect the longest. Although he was in the inner sect, it was purely due to his seniority. He never cultivated properly after joining, always dabbling in crooked schemes, like his little tricks when selling spirit stones.
One spirit stone was worth a hundred taels in the mortal realm, but his family was wealthy, so he often sold them to his relatives in the mortal realm for a profit.
He was also in charge of the alchemy pavilion and would tamper with things, and everyone could only turn a blind eye.
Some people avoided him, but naturally, some people flattered him.
After all, the Dao Lord had shown no intention of kicking him out, and they all studied under the Dao Lord. They weren’t like that group from the other courtyard who had no master…
“True Lord, True Lord,” another male cultivator asked with a grin, “next month is the Grand Competition of Mortal Cultivators. They must be coming to you to buy spirit stones, right?”
Spirit stones could be used to improve one’s cultivation. With the competition approaching, their prices would naturally soar.
As he spoke, a greedy look flashed in the cultivator’s eyes.
Zeng Jun snorted coldly, took a sip of wine, and then said slowly, “Of course. Who else would they go to?”
He was smart, so he naturally wouldn’t miss this business opportunity. Moreover, these were spirit stones made by the Bright Snow Sect, so the price would double.
However, he sometimes ran into trouble. When there were too many buyers, conflicts were inevitable.
Zeng Jun didn’t leave the tavern until midnight, staggering drunkenly up the mountain.
But before he even reached his house, he saw torches burning outside and a cacophony of voices.
When someone saw him coming, they immediately shouted, “He’s back, he’s back!”
Zeng Jun sobered up halfway.