Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 28

Although Mei Shengchi did not directly participate in sect affairs, she was still one of the sect elders, and given her eccentric temper, everyone, no matter who, had to make way for her. Disciples like Jing Shun immediately lost their right to speak, standing properly to the side, serving tea.
Dao Lord Qiming immediately greeted Mei Shengchi with a smile: “Cliff Master, what brings you here today?”
“Why can’t I come?” Mei Shengchi grunted strangely, looking around, her gaze lingering on Han Xiao for a moment. Of course, she had a strong impression of Han Xiao. In the past, Han Xiao’s reputation was undeniably resounding, undefeated in the Grand Competition; she was also the head disciple of Immortal Lord Yang Nian, the most respected Senior Sister in the sect… Of course, what left the deepest impression on Mei Shengchi was the intricate relationship between her adopted disciple and this woman.
Han Xiao stood tall and elegant, exuding a cold nobility. Her slightly upturned eyes held a detached indifference, and her deep, long gaze met Mei Shengchi’s direct stare—without concealment, without evasion. Like a drawn dagger, its cold edge fully revealed. Her gaze could not be described as benevolent.
Mei Shengchi felt confused, frowning slightly. She didn’t recall having any dealings with this Han Xiao.
Dao Lord Qiming had long been accustomed to Mei Shengchi’s bluntness and was not angered. She still said with a chuckle, “Not at all, not at all. It’s not that you cannot come; you are welcome. The Evergreen Hall always welcomes you.”
Mei Shengchi hummed, “Evergreen Hall welcomes you, but Reflection Cliff might not welcome you.”
Zhenjun Changming, standing nearby, listened in stunned silence. She had just found Han Xiao’s words a bit unpleasant, but only after this eccentric old woman arrived did she realize what truly unpleasant words were. It was strange that this old woman, unlike most cultivators who were immortal and beautiful, still maintained such a common appearance. While one shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, Zhenjun Changming still felt that this old woman’s temperament was vile.
Dao Lord Qiming, long used to Mei Shengchi’s prickly words, ignored her roundabout remarks and directly introduced: “Cliff Master, this is Zhenjun Changming of the Wunian Sect.”
Hearing this, Zhenjun Changming immediately stood up, bowed to the eccentric old woman, and introduced herself: “I am Youye of the Wunian Sect, titled Changming. Our sect recently…”
“Never heard of your sect, never heard of your name,” Mei Shengchi scoffed, an expression of indifference on her face.
The atmosphere instantly froze.
“Alright, I don’t care if it was intentional or not. Was it you who brought this drumming and gongs business today?” Mei Shengchi finally spoke again.
Finally, it was time to introduce the main topic. Zhenjun Changming breathed a sigh of relief. Ignoring Mei Shengchi’s rudeness just now, she explained her purpose in coming, one by one.
Mei Shengchi had been displeased with everyone present, and as Zhenjun Changming spoke, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. When she finished, Mei Shengchi finally said slowly, “So, you came here today to propose marriage to Han Xiao?”
As she spoke, her gaze fell upon the tall and elegant Han Xiao beside her. Han Xiao still maintained her indifferent demeanor from earlier. Although today’s drumming and gongs for a marriage proposal were for her, she seemed completely detached.
Zhenjun Changming: “Yes, I came for this matter.”
Mei Shengchi’s brows, however, gradually relaxed. Though her words were harsh, she had actually understood the intricacies of the situation. The Bright Snow Sect, though claiming to be the leader of the righteous path, had been steadily declining over the years. Many had already harbored other intentions: some coveted its resources, some wanted a share, and some sought to align themselves. Yin Zhuyun, being so stubborn, as the sect leader, would strive so hard because she didn’t want to see this situation. Unfortunately, she died, and the Bright Snow Sect’s decline did not ease.
However, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. If an alliance could be formed with the Bright Snow Sect, it would still be a good thing. This was a profitable matter for small and medium-sized sects.
“Oh, so you came to propose marriage to Han Xiao,” Mei Shengchi turned her head, continuing to scrutinize Han Xiao, “Understandable.” Her Junior Disciple, who had yet to return, was deeply infatuated with the woman before her, wasn’t she?
Han Xiao listened, her lips not moving, still remaining oblivious.
Mei Shengchi rubbed her fingers together and asked her, “So, what did you say, Han Xiao? Did you agree to Zhenjun’s proposal?”
The atmosphere once again fell into an eerie silence. Agree? Han Xiao’s cold words from earlier seemed to still echo in everyone’s ears. The other few people didn’t speak, their gazes fixed intently on Han Xiao. They couldn’t presumptuously answer for her.
Han Xiao met Mei Shengchi’s gaze and said, “Just now, Han Xiao already refused Zhenjun.”
“Refused?” Mei Shengchi raised an eyebrow. “Why not agree? The daughter of the Wunian Sect’s former Sect Leader… wouldn’t she be a good match for Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s head disciple?”
Mei Shengchi’s one-sided statement surprised everyone, especially Dao Lord Qiming. She had originally thought Mei Shengchi would have no interest in such matters—this woman’s temper had grown stranger since Yin Zhuyun’s death, as could be seen from the poor reputation of Reflection Cliff. Mei Shengchi would not only show no mercy to sect cultivators but would sometimes punish them even more severely. She only cared about her own affairs. Dao Lord Qiming could understand her showing up today in a big way to settle accounts because of the excessive noise on the mountain.
But she actually patiently listened to the whole story and even asked Han Xiao to agree? This matter was quite intriguing.
What had already been refused was brought up again, and by someone as authoritative as Mei Shengchi. Therefore, it had to be re-examined. Even someone as emotionless and desireless as Han Xiao had to deliberate before speaking.
“Hmm…”
But what should she say? Besides refusing, what else could she say?
Zhenjun Changming seized the opportunity to say, “Yes, forming a bond is no small matter; one must consider many factors. Young Friend Han Xiao, please think carefully. You are so exceptional, with such cultivation at a young age, and you are Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s head disciple. How could you not be a good match?”
Her words, both inside and out, were hints. Han Xiao not only represented herself but also the Bright Snow Sect. The benefits of forming a bond with them were not to be underestimated. “Not a good match” in Zhenjun Changming’s heart seemed more like an excuse Han Xiao casually used to refuse.
But Han Xiao didn’t speak, still frozen in place. Zhenjun Changming finally couldn’t maintain her composure, coughing a few times. Dao Lord Qiming heard this and gave Jing Shun a look. Jing Shun quickly understood and proactively said that Zhenjun Changming had traveled a long distance to the Bright Snow Sect and was tired, so he would take her to look around. As he spoke, he also called most of the people in the hall away—he dared not call Mei Shengchi. If he ever ended up on Reflection Cliff, wouldn’t that eccentric old woman torment him to death?
Once everyone had left, Mei Shengchi finally spoke softly: “Han Xiao refused, giving the reason ‘fear of not being a good match,’ is that right?”
Han Xiao then nodded. “Yes.”
“How is it ‘fear of not being a good match’?” Dao Lord Qiming couldn’t help but ask, “Does Han Xiao believe she would do something to betray someone?” She wasn’t familiar with Han Xiao, so some words were difficult to say directly. She used Mei Shengchi’s audaciousness to press the question.
Han Xiao remained silent, not uttering a word. In truth, she herself didn’t know the specific reason.
“Could it be that Han Xiao is unwilling and wants to use an excuse to refuse the Wunian Sect?” Dao Lord Qiming suddenly laughed. “After all, forming a bond like this is very important. Compared to human marriages, choosing a good Dao companion is also a great art.”
Yes, it is an art. What makes a good Dao companion?
Dao Lord Qiming suddenly found herself in a leisurely mood. She took a sip of clear tea and continued, “Now, some people cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness, killing their spouses to prove their Dao, which is quite terrifying. You say these two people were once deeply in love, but in a blink of an eye, the person by their side kills them for the sake of ascension… how horrible is that?”
“If given a second chance, the deceased would never again approach their ruthless Dao-cultivating spouse!” At this point, Dao Lord Qiming actually sighed with genuine emotion.
Killed with a single sword.
These four words were like a thorn, instantly lodging in Han Xiao’s heart, making her buzz and even more at a loss for words. She had always been silent regarding matters of love and affection. Others thought Han Xiao was wholeheartedly cultivating, not caring about worldly affairs; but only Han Xiao herself knew that she was not wholeheartedly cultivating, but simply did not understand.
Other than the tears that inexplicably fell that day, and the raging wind and rain of that night, Han Xiao found no other emotions. Yet these two events seemed to be related to the same person.
A person who had not returned for a long time—perhaps, she encountered some troublesome demon? So much so that she hasn’t returned yet.
Jiang Chunai, after all, was a warm-hearted person who would draw her sword to help when she saw injustice.
“Han Xiao merely feels she is not suitable,” she finally spoke, her clear eyes looking at Dao Lord Qiming.
Dao Lord Qiming smiled, teasingly, “Not suitable? What do you find unsuitable?”
“Is there no feeling between the two?”
She and the person Zhenjun Changming spoke of had never even met, so naturally, there was no feeling. Dao Lord Qiming also made a valid point.
So Han Xiao nodded. “Yes, I have never met that woman.”
Never met, so no feelings, so no bond.
Then, if two people often spent time together from the beginning of their consciousness, would they have feelings?
…Could they then form a bond?
This unexpected extension of thought suddenly startled Han Xiao.
Mei Shengchi sneered again from the side, “Oh, never met, so that’s the reason for refusal? Then if they met every day, would you accept? I’m wondering if I should tell Zhenjun Changming to send her niece to our Bright Snow Sect.”
Dao Lord Qiming smiled impassively. Mei Shengchi spoke like that, always sharp-tongued, indiscriminately attacking everyone, and especially those who gave her an opening. Since she had known Mei Shengchi, she had been verbally abused by her many times, and if even she was treated like this, let alone Han Xiao.
“How about it?” Mei Shengchi asked again, as if determined to see this matter through, insisting Han Xiao accept this marriage today.
Dao Lord Qiming, seeing Mei Shengchi pressing hard, said, to show the broad-mindedness of a venerable elder, “Cliff Master, Han Xiao is still young. For such an important matter as forming a bond and marriage, let her consider and decide for herself. What she says also makes sense; if two people don’t meet, there truly isn’t much feeling.”
“I see no feeling even if two people meet every day,” Mei Shengchi stated flatly. “Besides, are there too few one-sided affairs in this world?”
Are there too few one-sided affairs?
Han Xiao felt that Mei Shengchi made sense. Presumably, she was a very experienced person—she was not young, and she was human.
Unlike her, who had been sealed in the Nether Realm for so many years, and since her birth, had not understood a single bit of human emotion.
Presumably, one-sided affairs were always many—
Dao Lord Qiming saw Mei Shengchi’s words growing more aggressive and felt that the matter was irrelevant to Han Xiao, so she waved her hand, indicating Han Xiao could leave. Once Han Xiao left, Dao Lord Qiming immediately asked, “Cliff Master Mei, weren’t your words to Han Xiao today a bit too harsh?”
“After all, she is still Yang Nian’s head disciple. Are you so heartless as to scold her?”
Mei Shengchi crossed her arms. “Oh, I think my words today were quite friendly, and I didn’t say anything wrong.”
“Fuguang, in this world, aren’t there just more people who are one-sided?” Fuguang was Dao Lord Qiming’s true name.
She was startled for a moment. “Yes, there are indeed no lack of one-sided people in this world. But what you said today wasn’t just to point that out, was it?”
“Nothing, just scolding someone to vent some anger,” Mei Shengchi casually conjured a bench and sat down, saying leisurely, “Consider it revenge.”
If she could quickly drive this Han Xiao out of the sect, that girl might become more clear-headed—after all, the person she liked was marrying someone else. This kind of shock, experiencing it once could cure this lovesickness.
Han Xiao stepped out onto the long stairs, seeing the red sun sinking behind the distant mountains, its twilight glow edging the dense clouds on the horizon with gold. The setting sun melted into gold, and the sky was filled with magnificent orange hues. Though she didn’t care for such natural scenery, she had heard from her fellow disciples that these sights were truly beautiful—she had just never noticed them before.
Beautiful, yes, but what did it have to do with her?
In the past, she would simply pass by and walk away; but today, she strangely stopped, gazing at the brilliant sunlight. The golden-orange sea of clouds surged to the horizon. And the undulating mountain shadows transformed into an endless green expanse. Magnificent and extraordinary, flowing and trailing, streams of gold, in full blaze.
This splendid scene, her stopping to observe it, was perfectly natural—
Fellow disciples along the road hurried by. Though beautiful, in autumn, they often saw such magnificent sights. Seeing them too often, they lost interest.
But Han Xiao was different.
She stared fixedly at the distant sun. In truth, she had passed this place no less often than any other disciple, and seen this sight no less often. She had spent a long, long time in the Bright Snow Sect.
But today, she stopped, when others did not. But she did.
Why, after seeing the scenery every year, was today different?
She was bewildered, standing there until the sunset was completely swallowed by darkness. Night traversed mountains and rivers, finally closing this scroll of golden, flowing colors.
And Han Xiao remained standing there alone, until everything turned completely gray.
Did the sun know she was looking at it like this?
Han Xiao had never before stopped to admire scenery, but she also understood that the sun rose and the moon set, as was constant in the mortal world. The sun would never suddenly change its ways and stop moving or setting just because someone who never looked at it suddenly changed their mind.
That’s fine.
Like… like what?
Han Xiao couldn’t think too deeply about such things. Demons found it hard to understand human emotions.
Perhaps it was what Mei Shengchi had just said. Han Xiao quickly remembered.
“Are there too few one-sided affairs in this world?”
With a mixture of understanding and confusion, Han Xiao walked towards her residence. As she went, she could still faintly hear the drumming and gongs from not far away. That was the marriage proposal procession brought by the Wunian Sect.
There were indeed many one-sided affairs in this world. Han Xiao thought this, then closed her window tightly and cast a spell. The sound was a bit grating and discordant. She found it noisy.
She hadn’t waited for Jiang Chunai to return today either.
From the agitation of returning from the Cave of Severed Affections, to hiding, to the current calm, Han Xiao couldn’t clearly say what she had experienced. It was as if nothing had changed. She was still alone, isolated.
But she always felt something was different.
Before closing her eyes, Han Xiao saw a crescent moon outside her window, quietly climbing onto the eaves.
Moonlight covered the ground. The Yanqiu group, holding lamps, stayed awake all night, just to welcome their Junior Sister back.
“Chang Xin! A’xin, you’re finally back! Sisters, let’s go down quickly!”
“Alright!”
With one call, a hundred responded. A surging crowd quickly rushed down the mountain.
Jiang Chunai, still a lonely wandering soul, had just been feeling sympathy for the woman who had carried her so far through mountains and rivers. The next moment, she saw a large wave of people surging towards them, threatening to engulf them.
The women chattered and rushed over, calling “Chang Xin” while approaching, wanting to check her from head to toe for any injuries.
“Xin’er, you’ve been out for so long, you’ve worried your elder sister sick!”
“Exactly! Nothing happened, did it? Oh, let me see, what are you carrying on your back? Hurry and put it down!”
“What is it? What did Chang Xin carry back? Don’t carry just anything back to our home, okay? What if it contaminates the sacred ground?”
Everyone chattered, some concerned about Chang Xin, others… disdaining Jiang Chunai.
As a wandering soul, Jiang Chunai felt she was about to become a vengeful spirit at this moment.
Chang Xin opened and closed her mouth, making “mm-mm” sounds for a long time, but no one let her utter a single word. Jiang Chunai sighed, patting her forehead. No wonder Chang Xin often pretended to be mute and didn’t speak to others along the way—the truth was here. She simply couldn’t get a word in.
Some chattered, some directly used their hands—
Jiang Chunai’s wrapped physical body suddenly rolled to the ground. Someone boldly lifted the white silk covering the corpse.
“Wow! It’s not a spiritual beast!” The person was greatly alarmed. “It’s a co-corpse! Xin’er, you came back so late, and you even carried a corpse back!”
Upon hearing it was a corpse, someone immediately jumped three zhang away, while others gathered to observe:
“Hmm, looks like it’s been dead for a while, very stiff.”
“Looks quite young. A cultivator, must have been very powerful when alive, right? Look at her remaining spiritual meridians…”
“Yes, she’s just dead.”
Jiang Chunai: “…”
“Alright, alright, all sisters, listen to me,” Chang Xin said, rubbing her forehead, finally finding an opportunity to speak. She wiped sweat from her brow and explained, “All sisters, please step back. This person was brought back by me after immense hardship!”
The noisy girls, hearing Chang Xin’s slightly serious words, immediately quieted down, each retreating to the side, waiting patiently.
Among the women leading the descent down the mountain, one was clearly the leader. The sleeves and hems of her robes were embroidered with green stripes, noticeably darker than the others. “More like the faint green color on their jade plaques,” Jiang Chunai thought.
“A’xin, you told me on the jade seal that this woman is…”
Chang Xin quickly said, “Yes, it’s her. Didn’t Master investigate before? Good thing I went out with the Bright Snow Sect people this time and brought the token, otherwise I wouldn’t have recognized our sister.”
All of Yanqiu’s people were Nuwa’s descendants, so their disciples were few but elite. Besides having their own offspring, the Yanqiu people would also search for their lost sisters everywhere. Specifically, they were descendants of the Xiangyi God—Nuwa’s intestines scattered across the earth, transforming into ten deities, and the Xiangyi God governed fertility. The Xiangyi God fell in love with a mortal woman and conceived life with her, so all of the Xiangyi God’s descendants were female. However, the mythological era was too long ago, and the bloodlines were mixed, so the Yanqiu people couldn’t say with 100% certainty that they had found a descendant of the Xiangyi God. Thus, they settled for the next best thing, bringing all women with the Nuwa bloodline they could find to Yanqiu. Yet even under these circumstances, the Yanqiu people were still few in number. The tide of women who had just rushed to welcome Chang Xin back accounted for seven-tenths of the entire Yanqiu population.
“Then you’re truly fortunate. You went out and inadvertently brought our sister back.” The leading woman had slender, graceful eyebrows. When she smiled, her eyes also curved.
Chang Xin smiled politely and sighed. “You could say it’s good, or you could say it’s not good.”
“How is it not good?”
“Well, she’s dead—” Chang Xin pointed casually. “Speaking of which, it’s hard to die, isn’t it?”
She murmured, sighing in wonder. With Chang Xin’s gesture, although the Yanqiu sisters quieted down, some still whispered “strange.” They were, after all, Nuwa’s descendants, descendants of the Xiangyi God. Their bodies were better than ordinary people’s. In simpler terms, if ordinary people cultivated, they were born with immortal blood and divine bones, a uniquely advantageous position.
So when they saw the tragic appearance of the woman Chang Xin brought back, they all widened their eyes in surprise.
The graceful-browed woman remained silent, walking directly to Jiang Chunai’s side. She lowered her head and carefully lifted the white silk covering. The bloody hole was shocking to behold.
“The wound is too large,” she sighed. “It’s alright. We’ll take her to Master; Master will surely have a way.”
Chang Xin nodded in agreement. Because she was tired from carrying the corpse all the way back, she needed rest now. As soon as she finished speaking, a group of people raised their hands, offering to help her.
And so, Jiang Chunai’s physical body was once again hoisted onto someone else’s shoulders, and Jiang Chunai’s wandering soul continued to float behind the corpse.
Speaking of which, the moonlight tonight was truly beautiful.
From the time she was a child and could remember, Jiang Chunai loved to look at scenery. Whether it was spring, summer, autumn, or winter, or wind, frost, rain, or snow, as long as it was scenery, she loved to look at it. When Master was still alive, she taught her a playful spell: one could capture the scene seen before one’s eyes onto a talisman, and when others unsealed it, they could see the scene as it was then.
When Jiang Chunai first learned this spell, she recorded so many, many scenes. She carefully preserved these talismans, wanting to give them to the person she cherished most one day. From grand golden-red seas of clouds and magnificent blooming peach forests, to small strands of twilight hanging from branches, and fine moonlight filtering through a patch of tree shade…
Moonlight.
Speaking of which, there was moonlight tonight too.
Jiang Chunai thought this, and her wandering soul looked up, seeing a full moon, silvery-white, hanging in the ink-black sky, shining brightly as if it had been doing so for thousands of years.
“Speaking of which, why is the moon so bright tonight?”
“Silly, it’s almost the fifteenth. Look how round and bright the moon is tonight, both round and bright!”
“Oh, almost the fifteenth. No wonder Xin’er picked up this girl tonight. After all, a full moon means reunion.”
Those who descended the mountain were all young girls, chattering and noisy. Jiang Chunai rarely experienced such a lively moment.
How nice.
If only wandering souls could cast spells, she would also want to preserve this moment with a talisman…
But this talisman no longer needed to be given to anyone.
Aside from everyone she met tonight, no one else needed to share it.
Looking up again, that silver disk seemed even rounder, closer to perfection.