Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 23

When her long sword pierced Jiang Chunai’s chest just now, Han Xiao hadn’t even blinked.
These demons of the Cave of Severed Affections were truly ungrateful. They had just made an agreement with her, yet in just a moment, they were using illusions to deceive people again.
Demons with shallow cultivation were difficult to confront directly in battle, so many of them were skilled in illusions.
Han Xiao naturally knew this clearly, but unfortunately, she was different from those demons.
She was strong enough to disregard illusions. No matter whose form a demon took, it could not alter her thoughts.
But as the Twilight Kite plunged deeper, Han Xiao suddenly felt something strange—
An indescribable feeling overflowed from the bottom of her heart.
She had definitely killed a demon, and the kind of demon whose illusions were utterly useless.
It was clearly that demoness who went back on her word. She had just promised not to use illusions, and then immediately transformed into Jiang Chunai’s appearance to deceive her.
…But if that were truly the case, why was a burning pain coming from her own chest?
Under Han Xiao’s dark, clear pupils, the fine lines grew denser.
She quieted, sensing the location of the other jade bracelet through the one her master had left for her—it was still in the mine.
These twin jade bracelets were specifically left by Master for the two of them, allowing them to sense each other’s presence.
The jade bracelet was in the mine; in other words, Jiang Chunai was in the mine.
This meant that the “Jiang Chunai” before her, with blood gushing from her mouth, was an absolute fake, impersonating her Junior Sister.
Han Xiao was ignorant of love. Since her birth, she had never liked anyone, nor felt affection for anyone. However, this did not mean she wouldn’t feel disgust.
Right now, she scoffed at this fake.
Han Xiao resolutely pulled out the Twilight Kite. In a trance, she seemed to see the “fake’s” lips move up and down, forming two indistinct words.
What were they like?
Like “Senior Sister.”
Han Xiao’s heart inexplicably trembled, but she still felt disdain. She retrieved her long sword, mercilessly letting the “fake” fall to the ground.
She wanted to see what the true form of this demon, also a demon, was, to dare defy her like this.
Han Xiao took out a sword-cleaning cloth and meticulously wiped her long sword. The fresh blood quickly stained the white cloth. Inch by inch, it was as if something in her heart was also disappearing, inch by inch.
It would be clean soon.
This impure demon’s blood staining her divine weapon Twilight Kite was truly shameful, enough to bring disgrace.
The dripping blood on the Twilight Kite was finally wiped clean, revealing its true appearance, shimmering with light and emitting a biting cold.
It could clearly reflect a person’s face.
Han Xiao saw her own face.
Elegant, cold, like snow.
Almost identical to her appearance when she was born. If there was any difference,
It was that the fine lines under her eyes were too striking—they had grown there after that night.
Fine and delicate, as if trying to penetrate her bones and flesh.
Apart from her eyes, there seemed to be no other strange places.
Han Xiao thought deeply, quietly gazing at the polished sword surface, examining the striking reddish-black fine lines.
The red part did resemble the fake’s blood a bit, she thought.
Suddenly, the sword surface no longer reflected only her face in one spot.
Han Xiao froze, her gaze falling on a damp spot.
In the palm supporting the long sword, there was actually a crystalline teardrop.
…She actually cried.
But why?
Han Xiao lowered her head, looking in astonishment at the wet tear in her palm.
She had been sealed for thousands of years; emotions, to her, had always been illusory.
Besides impatience and disgust, she would not produce any other emotions.
She wouldn’t even have feelings like love, let alone sadness or crying.
Yes, she never cried, nor was she ever sad.
She also never needed to understand human emotions. For the millions of years of chaos in the Nether Realm, no one had set foot there to tell her whom to love or hate.
But what was this wet tear in her palm?
Han Xiao lowered her head, sheathed her sword, and silently looked at the “fake” on the ground.
The motionless Jiang Chunai.
Just now, an unnamed fire had surged in Han Xiao’s heart; she wanted to see what the true form of this demon was, to dare transform into Jiang Chunai.
But now, she had no inclination to look at the “fake’s” true form.
A certain part of her heart was still aching, and her eyes also hurt.
Han Xiao changed her mind. Before leaving, she took one last look at the motionless “fake” on the ground.
The corpse was covered in blood. It seemed her force was too great, had this demon not even been able to revert to its original shape?
Strange emotions tore at her.
Han Xiao suddenly felt an inexplicable surge in her heart:
…If this were truly Jiang Chunai, then no one would know the secret of that night.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t.
The jade bracelet’s sensing showed that Jiang Chunai was currently still waiting for her in the mine.
Han Xiao decided to first deal with the dishonest demons in the Cave of Severed Affections before that.
“Your High-High-High-Highness Saintess!” A lion demon crawled in, tumbling, and knelt with a thud before Saintess. “Something te-te-terrible has happened!”
Saintess’s face was a pale green, apparently furious. “Speak!”
The lion demon let out a “gulp” sound, maintaining its kneeling posture, and said in a low, resentful voice, “That woman from the Bright Snow Sect, she killed all of our brothers and sisters she encountered! All of them!”
Saintess was considered half-master of the Cave of Severed Affections; every movement within the Cave of Severed Affections would be magnified and detected by her.
“I know, do you need to tell me?!” she said indignantly.
The lion demon continued in a low voice, “Then, Your Highness Saintess, what do we do? Should we gather everyone? With so many of us demons, we can still show that woman a thing or two, right?”
Saintess’s brow remained tightly furrowed. “Calm down. Go notify the remaining brothers and sisters… tell them to hide well, don’t let that madwoman catch them.”
“This lunatic who goes back on her word, she just agreed with me that if I didn’t use illusions, she would mind her own business. But in the blink of an eye, everything changed,” Saintess cursed in her heart. “Humans are such fickle creatures; they deserve to be annihilated.”
“Our master was never wrong,” Saintess murmured. “Human sincerity changes in an instant.”
She shouldn’t have trusted humans, especially a successful cultivator like Han Xiao, and a Bright Snow Sect cultivator at that.
But now was not the time for her to blame humans for being fickle. She wanted to figure out what had happened.
Thinking this, Saintess quickly set off.
She wanted to investigate clearly along the path Han Xiao had taken.
The feeling of a sword piercing through one’s chest was not pleasant.
Jiang Chunai only felt her entire body churning inside out. She couldn’t move; her physical body had been nearly destroyed by the Twilight Kite. Now, she could only watch helplessly, floating above her own corpse in the form of a wandering soul.
She couldn’t even exceed a distance of one zhang.
After becoming a wandering soul, Jiang Chunai’s senses detached from her physical body. She no longer felt physical pain.
However, looking at herself—a relatively well-formed self—now covered in blood, with such a gaping hole suddenly ripped open in her chest, truly didn’t feel good at all.
Dead. Dead is fine too.
Jiang Chunai floated, bitterly thinking of her last moment before death.
Senior Sister, Han Xiao, whom she had always treasured, had pierced her chest with a single sword.
All the moments they had shared together, one by one, were vivid in her mind.
The fluttering wish ribbons under the Udumbara tree were filled with her wishes, the most sincere and heartfelt wishes.
But when Han Xiao held her sword to kill her, there was not a trace of reluctance in her movements.
Jiang Chunai had always thought Han Xiao was not good with words—
But she had just understood.
How was Senior Sister Han Xiao not good with words?
Her emotions were as deep as a well. Not only was she cold, but she would also devour everything thrown into her.
Including everything Jiang Chunai had offered, everything she had considered one-sided affection.
She understood, but her physical body was separated—Jiang Chunai thought, not without pain, where would this wisp of her wandering soul go?
Just then, rapid footsteps came from not far away.
Saintess held the glowing blue Pearl of Retrospection in her hand, intently following its guidance.
“Our master’s instructions are indeed never wrong!” Saintess’s face showed joy. She quickly walked to Jiang Chunai’s corpse, frowning and suppressing her disgust while also saying with no small amount of pleasure, “I wonder who this is, if it isn’t Jiang Chunai of our Bright Snow Sect?”
“We sent out so many people and didn’t kill you; we just wanted you to stay here. But you wouldn’t obey me, wanting to go back to being a cultivator. Now, your life is gone, you can’t be a cultivator anymore, and you even died by… eh.”
Saintess poked Jiang Chunai’s blood-stained corpse, then lowered her head to look at the glowing blue Pearl of Retrospection.
It was the Pearl of Retrospection.
All the scenes before Jiang Chunai’s death reappeared.
Han Xiao held her sword, killing her Junior Sister with an indifferent expression.
When the long sword pierced Jiang Chunai’s heart, Han Xiao showed not a single trace of reluctance, even uttering four words: “You don’t know what’s good for you.”
Saintess watched with fear and trembling, because the Pearl of Retrospection not only replayed the scene before Jiang Chunai’s death.
But also the past moments the two Senior and Junior Sisters had spent together, bit by bit.
Little Chunai had polished Senior Sister’s long sword day and night because of her connection to the sword’s name—yet in the end, it was this very sword, cared for by her, that pierced her chest.
The Ghost Market encounter, the wish under the Udumbara flower tree…
Saintess couldn’t laugh anymore.
The lion demon also stumbled over at this moment. Seeing the dead person on the ground, he whispered, “Your Highness, what, what’s going on? Isn’t this Jiang Chunai? How is she dead?”
He had been thinking for a long time that Han Xiao was so crazy certainly because her Junior Sister was still in the cave, so he wanted to come and advise Her Highness Saintess to let Jiang Chunai go, so that the millions of lives in the Cave of Severed Affections could survive.
But… how did Jiang Chunai die here?
Hearing the lion demon speak, Saintess finally turned around, was silent for a moment, and said, “Yes, she’s dead.”
“What, what happened? We didn’t send out anyone powerful…”
Saintess interrupted, “No.”
“Han Xiao killed her,” she murmured. “I just saw everything. Han Xiao personally killed her Junior Sister.”
That resolute, indifferent expression was no different from her killing spree all along the way.
In Han Xiao’s mind, Jiang Chunai was no different from those unfamiliar demons.
The lion demon froze. “Then, what do we do? Where is Han Xiao now?”
“Is she crazy? Why would she even kill her Junior Sister?”
Jiang Chunai’s wisp of a wandering soul floated, her heart bitter.
She also wanted to know.
“Who knows,” Saintess frowned. “Look, there’s another revelation from our master on the Pearl of Retrospection.”
The pearl in Saintess’s hand glowed even more intensely with a dark blue, and strange character patterns appeared on it.
Jiang Chunai couldn’t understand them. She guessed these were the exclusive communication channels between Saintess and her master.
She also wanted to leave, but couldn’t. Although her physical body had been completely destroyed by Han Xiao, it still confined her.
The soul could not leave the physical body by more than one zhang.
The lion demon stood trembling at the side, asking, “Your Highness Saintess, how should we dispose of Jiang Chunai’s corpse?”
However, Saintess was engrossed in her conversation with her master and paid him no heed.
After a long while, she finally opened her eyes, which shone with a strange, triumphant gleam.
“Watch carefully, don’t let her physical body be damaged. After all, we once wanted to recruit her,” she said with a smile, then added, “Let’s go, our brothers and sisters are still in danger. Human hearts truly are fickle things.”
“Humans truly can’t be relied on,” Saintess scoffed. “Just made a pact with me, and then immediately harmed us. She hates illusions. This time, I will deliberately use illusions.”
With that, she suddenly glanced in the direction of Jiang Chunai’s wandering soul, startling Jiang Chunai.
By rights, Saintess shouldn’t have been able to see her.
Indeed, Saintess’s gaze lingered blankly in that direction for only a moment, then quickly moved away.
Saintess said nothing else, other than instructing the lion demon to carry Jiang Chunai’s corpse.
Before transporting the corpse, Saintess pulled out a piece of cloth from somewhere and wrapped the bloody, mangled area.
“What a cruel woman,” she muttered softly. “Let’s go. Bringing her corpse might still be beneficial for my illusions.”
Jiang Chunai’s wandering soul couldn’t leave her physical body, so when the lion demon carried her corpse away, she could only float along with it.
Han Xiao had changed her mind. She killed every demon and monster she encountered, leaving not a single one alive.
With a “plop,” gurgling blood gushed from the nine-headed beast before her. The demon beast’s neck twisted, and it died in front of Han Xiao.
Before dying, its bell-like eyes were wide open. Perhaps this demon had not expected to die in its own lair.
Han Xiao, with cold eyes, raised a hand to wipe her face.
The nine-headed beast was a valuable demon; every part of its body was precious, excellent for medicine, cultivation, especially for those practicing illusions. But now, after killing this nine-headed beast, Han Xiao stepped over its corpse without looking back.
Crunch, crunch.
There was still some distance ahead. Following the lingering demonic spiritual energy, Han Xiao could find Saintess.
Gradually, mist began to spread from afar.
An extremely sweet scent filled her nostrils. Han Xiao frowned. Just as she was about to raise her hand, the scent suddenly vanished, and the surroundings transformed into the blooming peach orchard of Mount Shu.
She knew she had been drawn into an illusion again.
Later, if she found Saintess, she would definitely flay and dismember that woman—dishonest, constantly using illusions to bother her.
Most hateful was that a demon had transformed into Jiang Chunai’s form.
“Come out,” Han Xiao said, her tone grim, speaking to the vast, boundless scene of blooming trees. “Don’t use these petty tricks anymore.”
It was clearly a vast world, yet her words echoed—this meant she was still in the Cave of Severed Affections.
In the peach orchard, there were not only peach trees but also people all over the mountains, Senior Sisters and Junior Brothers, each holding their own wish ribbons, wanting to hang them on the Udumbara flower tree.
So this was that day.
Han Xiao paused, recalling many things.
Soon, she saw a familiar figure in the surging crowd—Jiang Chunai.
She was slender and graceful, her figure unique from others. Coupled with her empathic connection with Jiang Chunai, she spotted her at a glance.
The sunlight was warm and comforting, baking Jiang Chunai’s body.
She seemed very happy, cheerfully telling her Senior and Junior Sisters how important it was that the Udumbara flower bloomed only once every three thousand years.
It was too far; Han Xiao couldn’t clearly hear what Jiang Chunai was saying to others.
So she wanted to approach, yet worried about being discovered—but in the next moment, Han Xiao realized she had worried for nothing.
This illusion only brought her in as an observer; others couldn’t see her.
Han Xiao hadn’t gotten too close when she heard people teasing Jiang Chunai, “Senior Sister Chunai, why are you suddenly so invested in this wishing business?”
“Exactly! Senior Sister Chunai used to focus entirely on cultivation; she never bothered with these things!”
Jiang Chunai’s face was flushed crimson, unclear whether from the sun or from her Senior and Junior Sisters’ teasing words.
“What do you mean, how am I not concerned with these things?” Jiang Chunai said slowly. “And the Udumbara flower blooms only once every three thousand years. Many cultivators don’t get a chance in their whole lives. Isn’t it normal for me to be excited when I see it?”
The Junior Sister beside her didn’t forget to tease, “Alright, alright, Senior Sister, what did you write on your wish ribbon then? I heard that if the person you wished for hangs it on the tree for you, whatever’s written on the wish ribbon will come true!”
Han Xiao suddenly froze. She, of course, remembered Jiang Chunai joyfully bringing her wish ribbon and asking for her help to hang it on the flower tree.
“What are you talking about? There’s nothing on my ribbon, look, it’s all empty!” Jiang Chunai’s face flushed even deeper. She held up the ribbon, as if clarifying, displaying it to everyone against the sunlight.
She explained and laughed at the same time, her smile illuminated by the sun, looking like vibrant rouge.
But this action was still too flamboyant for Jiang Chunai. She turned a short distance away and retracted the ribbon.
As she retracted it, her gaze happened to fall upon Han Xiao, who had been silently gazing from the side.
Then Jiang Chunai quickly pulled back the ribbon, as if she had been burned by something.
Han Xiao frowned, the feeling of displeasure in her heart growing stronger. Clearly, no one in this illusion could see her.
Jiang Chunai said her wish ribbon was empty, and also that she wouldn’t write anyone else’s name…
But Han Xiao clearly remembered what happened later:
She had helped Jiang Chunai hang the wish ribbon.
The Udumbara flower blooming only once every three thousand years was indeed an extremely precious and rare opportunity for ordinary cultivators, but for her, it held no interest at all.
If these boring people had spent so many years in the Nether Realm, they would know.
So boring. Han Xiao thought this, but when Jiang Chunai carefully approached her and told her about the Udumbara flower, she inexplicably smiled.
“Alright.”
The Jiang Chunai in the illusion was already holding the wish ribbon and approaching Senior Sister Han Xiao.
However, this differed somewhat from the time in her memory. It was still the hour of Mao (5-7 AM), but Jiang Chunai had found her closer to the hour of Si (9-11 AM)—
Nearly three hours.
Everyone else was making noise.
Jiang Chunai painstakingly clutched the blank wish ribbon, waiting and waiting, until she finally made up her mind.
She walked to Senior Sister’s side and made her request.
Han Xiao’s heart inexplicably clenched as she witnessed all this: It was just asking someone to hang a wish ribbon, how could Jiang Chunai hesitate for so long?
In the illusion, Han Xiao still agreed with Jiang Chunai, telling her to write.
A brilliant smile immediately bloomed on Jiang Chunai’s face, illuminated by the sun, truly like vibrant rouge.
Han Xiao had never felt this way before. Things were things, people were people. She would not find common ground between people and objects.
Demons do not empathize. But now, why?
Han Xiao didn’t understand, but seeing Jiang Chunai joyfully carrying the wish ribbon and walking forward, she felt as if she was driven by a force, quickly moving forward, wanting to see what Jiang Chunai had written then.
…Although she had helped Jiang Chunai hang the wish ribbon, she had never even glanced at its content.
At that time, she found it pointless, boring.
It was just playing around with her Junior Sister. Whether Jiang Chunai was happy or sad had nothing to do with her.
She simply didn’t understand human emotions.
She followed Jiang Chunai’s illusion to watch her write.
When she wrote, she covered it tightly, fearing someone might see it.
The closer she got, the more violently Han Xiao’s heart pounded—What did Jiang Chunai write on this wish ribbon?
Holding her breath, Han Xiao raised her eyes to look.
“Hoping to be with Senior Sister forever.”
Han Xiao froze. She watched with her own eyes as Jiang Chunai, who had written that sentence, found her.
The Udumbara flower bloomed once every three thousand years, making the wishing opportunity extremely precious.
Jiang Chunai wished to be with her forever.
That woman, unconscious in the mine… actually wished to be with her forever?
But she had just made the choice to first kill these insignificant demons, and then consider saving her.
Han Xiao’s heart suddenly went cold by half. She inexplicably thought of the “fake’s” corpse.
The Han Xiao in the illusion was in a good mood and helped Jiang Chunai hang the wish ribbon.
She did not secretly look at what Jiang Chunai wrote, nor did she write anything of her own.
Helping someone else hang something was already troublesome enough, why would she write anything herself?
This was how Han Xiao explained her past self.
But she couldn’t explain why she had used her finger to write on Jiang Chunai’s back.
And she had smiled so happily.
Han Xiao’s breathing hitched. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. Suddenly, she felt Jiang Chunai’s feelings.
Some high-level illusions could not only reproduce the scene but also people’s feelings.
But what Han Xiao saw was Jiang Chunai’s feelings.
“Senior Sister is beautiful. Although she’s cold, when she smiles, she’s like an imposing little beast, proud and very cute.”
The blooming peach orchard, adjacent to the Udumbara flower, with a gentle breeze, where crimson and snow mingled.
Among thousands of trees, wish ribbons of varying lengths and colors fluttered in the wind, hanging like a crimson and white river.
As soon as she finished hanging it, she found Han Xiao’s gaze still fixed on her and met it directly.
Separated by a full blooming orchard, separated by a long river of ribbons, how much of the mortal world dissolved into mere steps.
Jiang Chunai was still foolishly smiling at Senior Sister.
Her pupils were light, shimmering like glass beads under the sun. The verdant vitality of early spring and the gentle warmth of early summer were all in her curved eyes.
Han Xiao couldn’t explain why her heart was in such turmoil.
She deeply knew her own nature.
Things were things, people were people. People would not have similarities with objects.
But why would she feel this way?
Rouge, glass beads, sun, early spring, early summer…
The fine lines under her eyes began to ache again. Han Xiao calmed down, waved her hand, preparing to force Saintess out, but heard a bell-like laugh: “Hehehehe, no wonder, Senior Sister Han Xiao, why you could be so cruel as to kill your own Junior Sister.”
Saintess still held her round fan, walking out gracefully. She even deliberately stood beside Jiang Chunai—
The illusion stopped, paused at the instant Jiang Chunai and Han Xiao looked into each other’s eyes across thousands of ribbons.
“I already told you not to use illusions again, or don’t blame me for flattening the Cave of Severed Affections.”
Saintess scoffed, rolling her eyes, “You were clearly the one who broke the agreement first.”
“Before I came here, who told you to transform into her appearance?” Han Xiao raised her hand, pointing at Jiang Chunai’s illusion.
Saintess’s face instantly showed an incredulous expression. Pointing at her own nose, she said, “My heavens, there’s no logic in what you’re saying. I didn’t tell my subordinates to transform into her form!”
After speaking, without waiting for Han Xiao’s reply, Saintess, as if suddenly remembering something, said again, “Oh, her, I have no other meaning, I just want to ask Senior Sister Han Xiao, are the words ‘Jiang Chunai’ too hot to say?”
Han Xiao stood rooted to the spot, silent to a terrifying degree.
“I was still wondering why Senior Sister Han Xiao, the Bright Snow Sect’s Great Senior Sister, would be so ruthless as to kill her Junior Sister who liked her so much…”
“So that’s how it is. Do you know what kind of illusion this is? This isn’t an illusion I generated; it’s a scene created by the Pearl of Retrospection based on the person you most dislike and resent in your heart. Senior Sister Han Xiao, did a small accident in the secret realm make you hate your Junior Sister so much?”
The Pearl of Retrospection encountered some hindrance in the secret realm, but Saintess knew that an intimate affair had happened between the two.
Han Xiao’s brows furrowed even deeper, and her grip on the Twilight Kite tightened.
“But then again, no one in the entire sect dares to challenge our Great Senior Sister Han Xiao. You wanted to kill Jiang Chunai back then, didn’t you? This time, you finally found your chance… Sigh, when I just found Jiang Chunai’s corpse, I was surprised. Why were you so ruthless?”
“Now I understand. You’re annoyed by her; you detest this Junior Sister.”
Han Xiao finally squeezed out a few words, “That wasn’t your subordinate’s illusion?”
“My subordinate’s illusion?” Saintess’s lips curved into a sneer. “I’m not that bored. Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t use illusions again? You were the one who went back on your word first!”
“Why blame me for wanting to kill your Junior Sister?!” Saintess suddenly became sharp-tongued and severe. “You detest her, you hate her, you don’t like her.”
Han Xiao subconsciously said, “No!”
“Senior Sister Han Xiao, you should be more generous. How about we make a deal? You leave the Cave of Severed Affections now and let us go. We won’t cause trouble in the future. As for your hatred for your Junior Sister and those secrets… I will cover them up for you.”
“We’ll just say your Junior Sister unfortunately met with an accident in the Cave of Severed Affections.”
Saintess spoke earnestly.
Han Xiao looked at her, speechless, muttering, “You’re lying to me.”
The people in the illusion began to move again.
But the high-hanging red sun suddenly extinguished.
The vibrant rouge was instantly enveloped by black mist.