Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 32

“Wow, she’s awake, she’s awake!”
The moment Jiang Chunai woke up, she saw a face magnified many times. She didn’t remember who this person was. When the strange face moved away, she looked around but couldn’t tell where this place was. It looked nothing like her home. Her home was a thatched hut, built with wooden boards and thatch all around, even the wooden support for the window was falling apart. This place was different. Looking up, there were brilliant stars. Jiang Chunai swore she had never seen such a beautiful sight in her life.
“Jiang Chunai is awake?” A voice came from outside the door, calling her name.
Who was calling her this time? Jiang Chunai immediately fell into confusion. She had no memory of this. She remembered all the voices of the village elders, aunts, and uncles clearly. But this woman’s voice, she didn’t remember.
“Yes! Yes!” The strange face spoke again: “She’s awake. Should I go tell Master?”
“I’ll come in first.” The woman outside said as she walked in. Jiang Chunai subconsciously pulled at the quilt. She stared blankly at the woman who had just entered. This woman had a pair of alert, round, cat-like eyes. She said, “My name is Chang Xin.”
Jiang Chunai looked at her strangely. “Hello, hello.” Chang Xin knew her name, so she apparently didn’t need to introduce herself again. The stranger didn’t introduce herself, only whispered to Chang Xin.
Chang Xin, however, said, “Master said that after using the Pond of Rebirth water, one will lose their memory.”
Lose memory? Jiang Chunai listened to their words, her heart filled with doubt. What memory did she lose?
She wanted to go home, wanted to find her mother. So she told Chang Xin her thoughts. Chang Xin, however, stared at her and said, word for word, “No, Jiang Chunai, your mother has passed away.”
Jiang Chunai felt as if struck by lightning. Chang Xin still held her hand, speaking words she didn’t understand: “Do you know? We have a common mother.”
“…What?”
“Nuwa. We both carry her blood.”
Jiang Chunai vaguely understood Chang Xin’s meaning. But she needed time to digest the news of her mother’s passing.
“You are a cultivator.”
Hearing this, Jiang Chunai’s eyes suddenly lit up.
That’s a cultivator. Immortal destiny was something one could encounter but not seek. Had she also encountered the matter of eternal life? That was truly wonderful.
The pain of losing her family lasted a long time, but becoming a cultivator was also a joyous and congratulatory matter. In that poor village, everyone’s dreams were only about having a full meal today. No one dared to think beyond that, let alone becoming a cultivator—
That’s a cultivator!
But Jiang Chunai had become one. So, she diligently followed her sisters in training and cultivation. She paid her first respects to her Master.
“From now on, I am your Master.” Yu Lingzi, from her high platform, chuckled, walking down the steps one by one. “From now on, you will call me Master, just like them, and cultivate with them.” Jiang Chunai nodded bewilderedly. It turned out that besides the village that worried every time it snowed, that wasn’t her whole world; beyond the village, there was a broader world, and this immortal called Yu Lingzi… She said she would be her Master.
Yu Lingzi had finely arched eyebrows and a beautiful face, a straight nose bridge, and crimson lips. There was also a divine mark in the center of her forehead. She raised her hand and pointed at Jiang Chunai’s forehead. In an instant, Jiang Chunai felt a faint pain in her forehead. “Alright, the divine mark on your forehead will keep you safe,” she said. Jiang Chunai lowered her head. “Thank you, Master.”
Yu Lingzi smiled faintly. “Good.” Then, she called out, “Chang Xin.”
“Your disciple is here.” Chang Xin cupped her fist in her palm and stepped forward from the side.
Yu Lingzi said, “Go, take Jiang Chunai and change her clothes. Oh, and tell her to pay attention to this physical body; there shouldn’t be much change.” Jiang Chunai, completely bewildered, didn’t quite understand Master’s meaning. Changing clothes she understood. As for “pay attention to this physical body,” what did that mean?
Chang Xin handed several sets of azure clothes to Jiang Chunai. Jiang Chunai quickly took them, thanking her, “Thank you.” The fabric of the clothes felt soft and smooth, though a bit too large.
Chang Xin seemed to have noticed the confusion in Jiang Chunai’s eyes and thoughtfully said, “Don’t worry, these clothes won’t be too big once you put them on.”
Jiang Chunai blinked in confusion. “Won’t be too big?”
“Yes, you’ll know once you put them on.”
Jiang Chunai carefully put on the set of clothes. The originally overly loose robes, the moment she put them on, suddenly shrank and fitted her body, providing warmth in this desolate and lonely season. It turned out that these clothes were made of a special Yanqiu fabric, impervious to water and fire, and could also transform to fit the wearer’s figure more perfectly. A small “Yanqiu” character on the right side of the chest had a miniature magic array embedded within it, capable of resisting one fatal blow.
“So, plus… the divine mark Master just gave me, I can resist four fatal blows? In that case, will I be very hard to kill?” Jiang Chunai asked playfully, laughing. Chang Xin, at this moment, was bending down to help Jiang Chunai tie her belt. Listening to the girl’s innocent words and bell-like laughter, a bitter feeling suddenly washed over her heart, and she didn’t know what to say.
Master had reshaped Jiang Chunai’s physical body, but her original memories were erased: all her memories from the Bright Snow Sect were gone. From now on, Jiang Chunai was Jiang Chunai, Jiang Chunai of Yanqiu. And had no further connection with the Bright Snow Sect.
Only… what would this innocent, lively girl think when she learned how tragic her death was? Chang Xin thought she would probably never know. Because Master had instructed every person in Yanqiu not to mention Jiang Chunai’s past.
“Yes,” Chang Xin said with a smile, “four fatal blows, you won’t die no matter what.”
Jiang Chunai’s face immediately broke into a smile. “That’s great!”
However, her expression instantly became downcast, startling Chang Xin, who quickly asked her, “Junior Sister, what happened?”
Jiang Chunai shook her head, biting her lip, a hint of sadness suddenly overflowing from her pale, glass-like pupils. Chang Xin’s heart tightened upon seeing this. Unexpectedly, her Junior Sister said, “I miss my family.”
Mother, father, grandmother, grandfather… Saying she didn’t miss them was impossible.
Chang Xin smiled, rubbing her head, and comforted her, “It’s normal to miss your family. But now that you’re in Yanqiu, you have us as family too.”
“I never saw my mother or father when I was born; my grandmother raised me from birth,” Chang Xin lowered her head, seemingly falling into sorrow as well. “But then I came to Yanqiu, and I have so many sisters, so I don’t feel lonely.”
Jiang Chunai nodded, understanding Chang Xin’s words. Yes, her whole family had passed away; it was already a blessing that she survived.
And so, Jiang Chunai followed Chang Xin, diligently cultivating in the sect day and night—she vaguely knew she was doing quite well, because Senior Sister Chang always praised her, saying she learned every move quickly and well. Whenever this happened, Jiang Chunai would smile shyly: “It’s still because Senior Sister Chang teaches so well.”
Chang Xin merely smiled without answering. Did she teach well? Or rather, Jiang Chunai already had a foundation. Her originally damaged physical body must have already reached the peak of the Void Comprehension Stage. In any case, she was someone of considerable strength in the Bright Snow Sect. Unfortunately, she met with misfortune.
Jiang Chunai could easily tell when Chang Xin’s mind wandered. She would look at her with wide eyes and ask, “Senior Sister Chang Xin, what are you thinking?”
Chang Xin immediately snapped back, saying repeatedly, “Nothing, I wasn’t thinking anything… I was just thinking what Dao Chunai wants to cultivate in the future.”
Jiang Chunai tilted her head. “Then what Dao do you think I should cultivate, Senior Sister?”
In these days they spent together, Jiang Chunai had gained a certain understanding of cultivation. She knew she had Wind-Thunder spiritual roots and excelled in swordsmanship.
“In any case, I won’t cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness,” she said. Chang Xin, following her lead, asked her why she wouldn’t cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness.
…Even though she had forgotten her past in the Bright Snow Sect.
Jiang Chunai smiled and said, “Because I want to remember everyone. I probably can’t ascend to immortality; being able to be happy with everyone is enough.” Chang Xin pursed her lips, saying nothing, but before her eyes floated the day she returned Jiang Chunai’s original physical body to the Bright Snow Sect.
Human kindness is truly ingrained in the bones. Otherwise, why would those people weep like that?
“Yes, being with us is enough,” Chang Xin said slowly. “Chunai, you must look forward.”
Jiang Chunai naturally picked up Senior Sister Chang’s words: “Yes, Senior Sister, Chunai will look forward.” With that, she smiled. Her pale, glass-like pupils, when touched by sunlight, shimmered with rippling light.
Chang Xin recalled her discussion with Master: Reshaping the physical body would naturally change one’s appearance. But Chang Xin had heard Master say that Jiang Chunai’s physical body reshaping was somewhat incomplete. For example, her eyes, no matter what, could not be changed.
“But I see that besides her eyes, there’s nothing else that can’t be changed, right?” Chang Xin was still worried that Jiang Chunai would be recognized by the original Bright Snow Sect people.
Yu Lingzi recalled the stage of her spell casting, hesitated, then said, “Probably.” From the perspective of the physical body reshaping process, there should be no problem. Spiritual energy flowed through the physical body, unimpeded.
However… perhaps it was Jiang Chunai’s bloodline being too pure, or some other reason, but a strangely shaped object always lingered in her sea of consciousness. Yu Lingzi suspected it was left by Immortal Lord Yang Nian.
…Since it was left by Immortal Lord Yang Nian, it shouldn’t harm Jiang Chunai. So, she kept this matter a secret. Letting Chang Xin continue to guide Jiang Chunai in cultivation.
“The world is not peaceful now. Demons frequently appear. We, the Yanqiu people, must protect this last pure land and not let others defile our sacred ground.”
—These were words Yu Lingzi would say almost every time she met with everyone, and also the principle upheld by Yanqiu.
Jiang Chunai listened, occasionally feeling a thread of doubt in her heart. She didn’t know why, but she always felt that she must have heard teachings from others. But it wasn’t about protecting herself or protecting the sect. Jiang Chunai tried to think carefully, but every time she did, those fragmented words would only scatter and break, unable to form a complete sentence.
However, Jiang Chunai could confirm one thing: if those fragments were pieced together into complete words, they wouldn’t tell her to protect herself or the place she lived.
“What are you saying?” You Qian’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You mean, if I form a bond with Han Xiao, I also have to be prepared to sacrifice myself?”
The cultivator delivering the message awkwardly scratched her head and whispered, “That’s right, Young Master You. This is our Bright Snow Sect’s rule.”
“After all, we Mount Shu disciples take it upon ourselves to eliminate all evil in the world. Senior Sister Han Xiao is the most outstanding sword cultivator of our generation. If anything major happens later, you will also have to bear the responsibility.”
These words were true. The former Sect Leader of the Bright Snow Sect, Immortal Lord Yang Nian, died for the greater good of the world. Since Han Xiao was her head disciple, it would be no surprise if she did the same. The current world situation was unclear. Even the so-called righteous immortal sects each had their own little schemes: the Mengling Immortal Manor was now flourishing, and though the Yanqiu people were few, they were elite. Even the Demon Realm’s Covering Moon Sect was stirring with undercurrents…
You Qian pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then said, “Alright, these are your Bright Snow Sect’s rules. But my marriage with your Senior Sister Han Xiao is still up in the air; what good is telling me this now?”
The cultivator whispered, “Young Master You, since I’m here, it means there is indeed something going on.”
Hearing this, You Qian suddenly froze, and countless possibilities flooded her mind in an instant. Ultimately, all possibilities pointed to one place—
That was, Han Xiao had agreed.
At this thought, You Qian’s long-depressed heart suddenly began to pound—with joy, worry, and fear.
…Han Xiao agreed?
She still couldn’t believe it: “Then where is Han Xiao now? Is she in the sect?” Since she had agreed, the two should formally meet. In truth, not a single word Yan Linglong said that day was wrong. You Qian’s awkwardness all stemmed from Han Xiao’s indifference. If she wasn’t willing to form a bond, then for her own face, she wouldn’t proactively agree to form a bond. Who was first and who was last—this was an extremely important matter. Even if they were forced together.
The cultivator, however, said, “Senior Sister Han Xiao is not in the sect now, Young Master You. Do you wish to see her?” You Qian had been staying in the Bright Snow Sect for a short while, and the Bright Snow Sect cultivators she met would respectfully address her as “Young Master You.” Only Han Xiao, from beginning to end, had not spoken to her.
That mysterious woman, was she not in the sect again? Where did she go?
Never mind, she finally agreed after all. Since Han Xiao had made a concession, You Qian could reluctantly accept, and simply wait for her to return.
You Qian’s mood improved.
Han Xiao was not in the sect. She had gone to a now very famous Ghost Market. This was only her second time in the Ghost Market, but this time, unlike before, there was no one pulling at her sleeve, trembling and saying that the ghosts nearby looked scary.
In the Ghost Market, everyone was more sensitive to demonic energy. Thus, simply walking on the road, Han Xiao caused all the ghosts and demons to scatter far away. A white porcelain statue of a Bodhisattva, with eight thousand fierce evil spirits. Unmoved by any influence, evil spirits naturally avoided her. Now these ghosts and demons secretly eyed her with fear.
Han Xiao paid them no mind. Back then, when Jiang Chunai was still young, they had also come to the Ghost Market together. Han Xiao’s demonic energy wasn’t obvious then, but the ghosts nearby would still tremble as they passed her, then shiver and avoid her.
On the way back, Jiang Chunai always said she had prayed all the way not to be entangled by ghosts and demons. “Senior Sister, I told you my prayers would work! We both came back safe and sound!” she told her, as if claiming credit. “All the wishes I made at the City God Temple came true.” Han Xiao had said nothing at the time. To her, hoping for pity from the heavens was ridiculous back then. Prayers were useless.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Suddenly, a shrill cry beside her brought Han Xiao back to reality. It was a human-faced, snake-bodied demon, drunk, passing by Han Xiao. When it opened its eyes and met Han Xiao’s gaze, it was so frightened it soiled itself, repeatedly apologizing, “Boss, boss, this humble one was wrong, this humble one was wrong. This humble one will roll away now!”
With that, the human-faced, snake-bodied demon stumbled and rolled out of Han Xiao’s sight, fearing that the Snake Boss it encountered today would teach it a lesson about who was its ancestor, and simply devour it alive and sell it in the Ghost Market. But Han Xiao showed no killing intent. She merely, by the human-faced snake demon’s fleeing actions, recalled the past:
Han Xiao, who had ignored Jiang Chunai’s clamoring calls along the way, instead turned her head to ask Jiang Chunai after that snake demon passed. She asked her, “Do you like it?” Jiang Chunai was startled and repeatedly shook her head, saying, “I don’t like demons!”
…Is that so? You don’t like demons. Then what if it’s the other way around?
This time, would you still like a demon?
In fact, she had already liked a demon before.
Ever since their unexpected intimate encounter in the Ice Soul Secret Realm, the Junior Sister, who had always considered eliminating demons and upholding justice her duty, had probably completely changed her mind. It wasn’t that she liked demons; it was that she liked Senior Sister. Senior Sister was a demon.
And how had she treated Jiang Chunai?
Memories were not scattered bits and pieces, but accumulated and forced into one place, waiting for her to tear them open bloodily. Then those past memories, which she had deliberately hidden and intentionally concealed, finally saw the light of day, scrambling to squeeze out, similarly splitting the seams wide open with blood. Whether it was her own blood, or the blood of memories, Han Xiao herself couldn’t quite tell.
She had killed Jiang Chunai, personally, using the divine weapon Twilight Kite given by her Master, stabbing it into her kind Junior Sister’s chest. She was a murderer. Jiang Chunai’s death was not a swift pain, nor was it a wound she could unravel and heal by walking madly, disheveled and barefoot, in the raging storm and downpour. Instead, it was an eternal, eternal thorn in her heart. Inadvertently, it would stab her raw, leaving her in perpetual throbbing pain.
She had wondered before. But the voice in her sea of consciousness told her—”Who says demons have no emotions?”
“From the moment you shed tears.”
By now, Han Xiao finally savored the realization that the salty tear contained an equal measure of bitter softness. Only, her savoring came too late. Some things, even if she didn’t want them to, would not remain buried forever. She had wronged Jiang Chunai. She had to repay her. She had to atone.
The voice in her sea of consciousness still echoed in her ears, like memories bloodily tearing open a rift. The snake head gnawed through the darkness: “Some things, once repaid, will grant your wish.”
“Lord Zhongji… Han Xiao understands.”
Han Xiao walked along a small path, entering an inn in the Ghost Market. As soon as she reached the threshold, the door hinge turned. The inn’s vermillion-lacquered gate swung wide open, revealing a greasy-faced head hanging upside down. That person had only one eye.
Upon seeing Han Xiao, it let out an “Ula Ula” shriek: “Your, Your, Your Highness! It’s her, she’s here!”
“The demoness who slays demons from the Bright Snow Sect!”
Han Xiao raised an eyebrow, reaching out to grab the one-eyed demon’s slender neck. Her sharp gaze pierced the one-eyed demon, scaring it into silence. It immediately changed its words, stammering, “Im-Im-Im-Immortal, Immortal Elder!”
Han Xiao’s grip on its hand did not change: “Call your master out.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, this humble one, this humble one will call my master out now! Sob, sob!” it cried.
Han Xiao waited patiently, her expression calm and unruffled. Finally, when she saw the “Your Highness'” true face, she froze. The woman had apricot eyes and peachy cheeks, snow-white skin and dark hair. Her moist lips were not colored by lipstick, but seemed stained red with human blood.
…This woman had a face identical to Saintess.
However, the woman looked at Han Xiao quite calmly, letting the one-eyed demon stumble and roll to her side: “Your Highness Moyue, Your Highness Moyue! It’s her, it’s her! She leveled the Cave of Severed Affections!”
Moyue.
Han Xiao subtly raised an eyebrow, trying to find a connection between these two words and Saintess. No wonder these two women looked so similar. Could they be related by blood?
“Hmm, alright, I know,” the woman chuckled, inadvertently letting her smooth jaw drop off. “Ah, my apologies.” She unhurriedly reattached her jaw, blocking the exposed white bones, and scrutinized Han Xiao: “Immortal Elder, may I call you Immortal Elder? You’ve leveled the Cave of Severed Affections, which should have satisfied your vengeance. You probably won’t level our Ghost Market, will you?”
“No,” Han Xiao said with certainty.
Only then did Moyue lower her head and instruct the one-eyed demon: “Alright, with Immortal Elder’s word, you should be relieved, right?”
The one-eyed demon then left in fear. In the empty hall, only Han Xiao and Moyue remained, facing each other.
Moyue: “Originally, I didn’t want to call you Immortal Elder, but you are still wearing the Bright Snow Sect’s white robes, so I’ll call you Immortal Elder.”
Han Xiao nodded slightly and said, “Call me whatever you wish.”
“Whatever I wish?” Moyue scoffed softly. “Do I call you ‘Sworn Enemy’?”
Seeing the cold glint flash in Han Xiao’s eyes, Moyue quickly added: “I didn’t mean that; I was just joking. Immortal Elder, do you have something to discuss?”
“I came to ask you how to speak with the spirits of the deceased, or rather, how to make her appear in my dreams.”
Demons and ghosts were most skilled in this art of illusion. Countless silent nights, Han Xiao tossed and turned sleeplessly at first, then later fell asleep early. In truth, nothing much changed; it was just a shift from missing Jiang Chunai to simply hoping she would appear in her dreams.
But Jiang Chunai seemed so heartless, so unwilling to show her mercy, that she wouldn’t even visit her dreams once. Han Xiao herself had tried; an emotionless demon who first understood feelings, what harm was there in wanting to be with the human she yearned for?
…She was afflicted with the Passion Lure. The Passion Lure was planted in her spiritual platform; it couldn’t be removed, creating love, desire, and obsession out of thin air. Love and desire could no longer be suppressed; they flourished.
And so, Senior Sister Han Xiao, the head disciple of the Immortal Lord, who was always pure and icy, always cold and composed, would, in the dead of night, shed her loose outer robe, cup the two half-moon jade bracelets she shared with Jiang Chunai, finding solace. She quietly looked at herself in the mirror: clear, cold pupils, a pure and beautiful face, vibrant red lips.
The jade bracelets were wrapped in white silk. She didn’t tie them to her wrist but pressed them tightly against her thighs, wrapped around her slender waist. The fragrance was rich. The jade bracelets tightly bit the floral beads, submerging into an endless red tide. Her long eyes, light-colored like dark jade, rippled with shattered, lingering water light, like a fragile piece of glass, and also like pale sunlight reflecting off glass-like pupils.
Skin like jade porcelain, white jade blushing. The Immortal Lord’s head disciple in the mirror had long shed all her purity and arrogance, leaving only a body full of obsessive emotional waves. Black snake scales spread. In her golden pupils, one could only see a world turned upside down.
Everyone said the Immortal Lord’s head disciple was pure and towering, yet few knew that she was also one of the most beautiful women in this world. Her snake tail curled into an arc. Her tongue licked the jade bracelet that Jiang Chunai had once touched. Water droplets condensed into the shape of despair, dripping from the Immortal Lord’s snow-porcelain skin.
“…Chunai.”
In the dark night, the sound of a snake hissing its tongue.