Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 33

Mo Yue stared at the first disciple of the immortal lord before her. The woman was cold and aloof, as deep and distant as snow. Mo Yue raised an eyebrow slightly.
She had no idea what tumultuous emotions had just surged beneath that otherworldly exterior, nor what kind of lewd acts had been committed.
Mo Yue lightly raised her newly drawn, awkward-looking eyebrows and said, word by word, “Immortal Lord, you wish for an old acquaintance to enter your dreams?”
Han Xiao nodded slightly. “Yes.”
“Then, when can we do it?” Han Xiao lowered her gaze, her expression solemn as she pushed down the recent, secret and decadent memories.
Ever since those blood-drenched memories had burst forth, her mind had been in chaos.
Mo Yue’s lips curled into a smile. “We can do it right now.”
Han Xiao’s clear, dark pupils suddenly deepened.
Just as Mo Yue said, it could be done right now.
Mo Yue formed a hand seal, and a dark gray light emerged from her palm. “Dream Weaving!”
The dark gray halo grew from her palm, starting as a small, inconspicuous sphere before expanding outward, completely enveloping Han Xiao.
Her long eyelashes trembled, and in the next moment, Han Xiao found herself on a rainy Mount Chongming.
She looked down in shock to see herself dressed in the simple robes of a junior disciple, walking up a long flight of stone steps.
A soft rustle sounded as the lingering morning dew rolled onto her collar. The air was a fragrant mix of rain-washed morning and fresh earth.
“Senior Sister Chunai, what’s wrong with you these past few days! Why are you always bullying people!” a sweet, indignant female voice called out.
Looking toward the sound, she saw a plump, chubby girl. Wildflowers she must have picked from somewhere were tucked in her hair, now soaked by the morning dew shaken from the branches above.
No wonder she was so angry.
“Senior Sister Chunai!” The chubby female cultivator, displeased, stopped in her tracks and shouted up at the branches, “Get down here right now!”
Jiang Chunai’s voice was still full of laughter. “I’m not coming down. This is the only fun part of climbing the mountain every day.”
“The only fun part is bullying me because you can fly!” The round-faced cultivator continued to protest, waving her fists in annoyance.
At her urging, several of her good friends joined in to “condemn” Jiang Chunai’s misdeeds.
The chubby cultivator pulled several friends over for support, but when she passed by Han Xiao, she deliberately skipped over her.
“Sister Long, tell me, what Senior Sister Jiang Chunai is doing is just wrong!”
“It is!”
Han Xiao paused slightly. She knew why the chubby girl had ignored her.
Ever since she had joined the sect, no one had ever really spoken to her or played with her.
Those upturned, disdainful eyes, paired with her ice-cold expression, were enough to keep people a thousand miles away without a single word.
It was only logical that they wouldn’t include her.
However, Jiang Chunai just laughed, ignoring their accusations of “bullying others with her power.” Instead, she secretly stole a glance at her always-indifferent senior sister.
It was too easy to notice her gaze. Has Jiang Chunai always been this bad at hiding her feelings, her affection, since she was a child?
Especially for the Han Xiao of today.
She wondered how much strength it would take to resist the urge to leap into the branches right now.
Han Xiao remained the first disciple of the immortal lord, as deep and distant as snow. She deliberately ignored Jiang Chunai’s gaze, calmly brushing the dew from her clothes as if nothing had happened.
The group of female cultivators beside them, posturing as if they were going to settle scores with Jiang Chunai later, were all aware of this Senior Sister Han Xiao’s indifference. But seeing her so calmly handle her soaked clothes, they stared with wide eyes and open mouths.
Their mouths were large enough to swallow an egg.
Jiang Chunai herself was stunned. Her hand stroked the fabric of her sleeve as she fearfully glanced at Han Xiao again. In the end, she could only swallow her words strangely and slip down from the branches.
It wasn’t because she was afraid those cultivators would tattle to her master.
It was because…
She slowly walked at the very end of the group, but to her surprise, someone tugged at her sleeve in the next moment.
Jiang Chunai’s heart pounded with confusion. She looked up and met Han Xiao’s clear, dark pupils.
Within her eyes was an extremely fine, crimson-black thread that retreated into the shadows of her thick lashes as she looked up.
“Eh…” Jiang Chunai looked at her, puzzled.
Han Xiao gripped her hand, the sensation feeling real, and finally let the words between her lips escape. “I’m like this, and you won’t compensate me?”
Whether she meant “compensate” or “accompany,” it was impossible to know.
The dream illusion shifted in an instant. Before Han Xiao could immerse herself for long in the misty rain of her youth, she was transported to the ghost domain overrun by the undead.
Her clothes were once again being tightly gripped from behind—this was when they were in the Ghost Market.
Even back then, Han Xiao had the ability to make ghosts and demons fearful and keep them at bay. How much more so the Han Xiao of now?
Just the sight of her and Jiang Chunai walking down the path sent all sorts of ghouls scattering, terrified that this human-looking figure would sprout a monstrous head and devour them whole.
Only the girl behind her seemed completely unaware of who the most dangerous demon was. She stuck close to Han Xiao, clutching her sleeve tightly, refusing to let go. “Senior Sister…”
Along the way, Jiang Chunai had murmured Han Xiao’s name countless times, until it became a habit.
“Yes.”
Unexpectedly, Han Xiao answered her.
Her palm naturally moved past her robes and hooked her junior sister’s little finger.
“Eh…” Jiang Chunai let out a gasp of surprise, but Han Xiao suddenly turned back, their eyes meeting and creating a secret, unspoken spark.
Even if it was just a fleeting illusion.
Han Xiao thought for a moment, then said, feigning casualness, “There are many demons here. Don’t let them grab you. Stay close to me.”
A nearby demon with keen ears, who was tiptoeing by, heard this and its face turned several shades paler. Are you kidding me? This is beyond the pot calling the kettle black!
However, Jiang Chunai couldn’t hear this. She quite naturally, and with a little push and pull, let her hand be enclosed by her senior sister’s.
Palm against palm, warmth spreading through every inch.
Even if it was just a fleeting illusion.
Han Xiao’s hand suddenly tightened. In her long life, she had never had such intimate contact with anyone.
Even before, it had only ever been a much younger Jiang Chunai tugging at her sleeve, refusing to let go.
“Ah, Senior Sister’s hand is so soft and warm,” Jiang Chunai said from behind her, boldly pressing deeper into her palm.
Han Xiao’s entire body shuddered.
So, she was the type to take a mile when given an inch.
Sensing the shift in her senior sister, Jiang Chunai suddenly realized she might have said something wrong. Just as she was about to apologize, her hand was squeezed even tighter, enveloped in a deeper warmth.
“Yes. It always has been,” Han Xiao said, her voice muffled. “Before I started practicing the sword, my hands were even smoother.”
That wasn’t a lie.
She, a great demon imprisoned in the Nether Realm for tens of millions of years, had been reduced to starting over from Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment… Even now, people often praised her for reaching the Void Comprehension Stage, nearing the Great Ascension Realm, and being on the verge of ascending—she didn’t care for it at all.
It wasn’t indifference; more often, it was scorn.
What logic was there in a demon ascending to become an immortal? Mortals dedicated themselves to the immortal path with their flesh-and-blood bodies simply for the sake of longevity, wasn’t it? She would never do such a thing. She was merely waiting for an opportunity. Otherwise, why would she have condescended to become a mere cultivator?
But Jiang Chunai, still holding her hand tightly, said, “Ah, but if you didn’t practice the sword, Senior Sister, you wouldn’t be our sect’s genius sword cultivator, and you wouldn’t be able to become an immortal in the future!”
“Yes, I was just saying. Since I haven’t ascended to immortality yet, I definitely won’t be putting my sword down.”
Jiang Chunai was thrilled to have such a long conversation with her senior sister. “Then when Senior Sister achieves the Dao and ascends to immortality, you must not forget me.”
“Yes, I won’t.”
So be it, take that mile.
Even if I don’t ascend to immortality, I will never forget you.
Having received her senior sister’s promise, Jiang Chunai was overjoyed. Spotting a flower stall, she rushed over in a few quick steps and picked up a ten-petaled, deep blue underworld flower. She smiled brilliantly, like vibrant rouge. “Senior Sister, listen! This flower even makes a sound when you touch it!”
Han Xiao smiled instinctively, but the sound that suddenly filled her ears wasn’t the rustle of a thumb against petals, but the boundless roar of the wind.
In a panic, she found she was no longer in the Ghost Market, but behind a patch of overgrown shrubs.
The wildly growing bushes obstructed her view.
She heard Jiang Chunai’s laughter. Standing beside her was a woman as tall and slender as herself.
“Hey, sister, what do you think of these honey-preserved plum blossoms? Are they too sweet?”
It was Jiang Chunai’s voice.
Han Xiao’s heart clenched. She couldn’t help but think of the first time she had received those honey-preserved plum blossoms. She had hidden away like a thief in her own residence, and upon tasting one, had immediately furrowed her brow at the sweetness. But now…
The woman Jiang Chunai affectionately called “sister” was forthright, sitting down without any fuss and popping a blossom into her mouth.
Han Xiao stared intently at the two people outside the bushes. They really looked like they were sharing that jar of honey-preserved plum blossoms, taking turns, like a blissful pair of immortal companions.
Han Xiao didn’t even notice that her fists, hidden beneath her sleeves, had clenched so tightly that her short nails dug into her flesh, drawing blood.
“Sweet! Of course, it’s sweet!” the woman laughed deeply.
Jiang Chunai asked in surprise, “Is it too sweet?”
“No, not at all. Anything you give me is good. I’m not afraid of it being too sweet!” the woman continued to laugh. “Besides, the flavor of these honey-preserved plum blossoms is just right. I like it a lot.”
“Ah, is that so!” Jiang Chunai let out a long sigh of relief, as if she’d dodged a bullet. “That’s good. I was worried it would be too sweet. This is the first time I’ve made this; I thought it would taste awful.”
The woman waved her hand. “Not awful, not awful at all. It’s delicious, delicious…”
…Hmph.
Her golden, vertical pupils reflected the scene. Han Xiao bit her lip anxiously. The first time she received the blossoms, she’d found them too sweet. But now, recalling it, the honey was steeped with an endless, bitter-sour taste of memory. Time had passed, and the flavor had changed.
So what? Since it was Jiang Chunai’s first time making them, the sweetness was bound to be poorly controlled. No matter how much that woman liked it, she was just eating Han Xiao’s leftovers…
Sunk in her tight-chested anger, Han Xiao failed to notice the sliver of secret delight that bloomed within her.
The leaves of the bushes separated her from them, as if they were in two different worlds. Listening to their cheerful laughter, black snake scales began to spread across her skin.
Her golden pupils grew brighter, not with the desire to devour, but to watch intently.
Anger and jealousy grew in tandem. She was angry, she was jealous, she was possessive… she wished she could take that woman’s place.
Yet she couldn’t bear to be angry at Jiang Chunai, so she directed all her fury at herself and the nameless woman whose back was turned to her. Perhaps she had a name, but Han Xiao had no desire to hear it or identify it.
She was just a despicable voyeur, secretly hoping their happiness would instantly shatter and disappear, while she remained here, in the bushes, forever ready to seize her chance.
Perhaps because she knew it was a dream, Han Xiao could be so honest with herself. If this were real, Han Xiao wondered, would she have drawn her sword and cleaved that person in two?
“My, my, Immortal Lord, are these illusions not enough?”
Mo Yue’s voice was full of mirth. She was once again holding her small, round fan. “How was it?”
Han Xiao was still immersed in the tangled, bitter emotions of jealousy and adoration. Snapping back to the real world in an instant, she didn’t know what to say, or even what expression to wear.
Mo Yue was on the verge of laughing so hard her jawbone would show again. She managed to suppress it with great effort. This Immortal Lord is truly fascinating. Listening to her speak, one would think she was surrounded by a hundred furnaces, yet all their heat could never warm her heart of ice and snow. But now, because of one person’s actions, her emotions rose and fell, her icy exterior cracking and exploding like oil in a raging fire.
If that’s the case, why did you have to kill her back then? Mo Yue’s eyes darkened for a moment before she put on a coquettish smile again. “Immortal Lord, the past cannot be changed. Besides, why torture yourself?”
Han Xiao finally regained her composure, standing woodenly in place.
Mo Yue continued to smile. “I never would have thought the First Disciple of Immortal Lord Yang Nian would do such things. Ah, to ask what love is in this world, that it drives people to life and death for one another. It seems even you could not escape.”
Han Xiao’s eyelashes fluttered.
Love?
She recalled the voice in her sea of consciousness.
“It began the moment you shed a tear.”
So it wasn’t just guilt. All the joys, angers, sorrows, and delights of a person, the seven emotions and six desires—they had all taken root and sprouted from that moment.
“If you don’t wish to become an immortal, you could always stay here in the Ghost Market. Our Central Court Ghost Market has connections with many demonic sects…”
“Immortal Lord, why don’t you stay here and become a divine couple with me, Mo Yue?” As she spoke, Mo Yue swayed gracefully until she was before Han Xiao.
“With such a flower-like, moon-like face, why bother with immortality? I, Mo Yue, am also famous in the Ghost Market. Countless people beg for an audience with me and are turned away…” Mo Yue chuckled softly. “It’s just that they are all too brutish for my tastes. Only you, Immortal Lord…”
Mo Yue’s gaze roamed over Han Xiao with great interest. The layers of light enveloped her, illuminating a face of incomparable, pristine beauty. A face like the autumn moon, eyes like autumn waters—cosmetics would only tarnish her. Looking closer, she was like a pearl glowing with an inner light, a piece of jade radiating brilliance.
Mo Yue genuinely felt a stir of attraction and continued, “Since you are so beautiful, why not stay with me? If we can’t be immortals, let’s be lovers.”
Mo Yue’s slender, jade-white fingers were about to stroke Han Xiao’s jawline when a wave of energy burst forth from nowhere, stopping her.
“…That will not be necessary.” Han Xiao’s tone was placid, her eyes as deep and cold as a snowy mountain, yet they could not hide her revulsion.
That deeply cold gaze sent a shiver down Mo Yue’s spine, and she instinctively changed the subject. “I know, Immortal Lord. I was only joking, please don’t take it seriously.”
Han Xiao said nothing, her cold silence an answer in itself.
Mo Yue had no doubt that if Han Xiao didn’t need something from her right now, she would have already become a ghost under her sword.
“Illusions are things that can be cast whenever the time is right. But… are you truly satisfied with mere illusions?” Mo Yue cut to the chase.
Han Xiao raised an eyebrow. “That is precisely why I came to you.”
Mo Yue’s lips curved, her charming laughter growing louder. “Good, good, the Immortal Lord has indeed come fully prepared. Among the six ancient divine artifacts, the Pearl of Retrospection is one. It is said this item can turn back time. However, it is a highly coveted object, and there are many fakes bearing its name. If the Immortal Lord has a deep obsession, you can seek it out.”
Han Xiao nodded slightly, listening quietly.
“If the Immortal Lord finds the Pearl of Retrospection and is still not satisfied, you can try to gather all six divine artifacts. It is rumored they can bring the dead back to life.” Mo Yue’s smile grew even wider. “Unfortunately, these are only legends. This one has not lived long enough to know if they are true or false. I heard that your sect, the Bright Snow Sect, possesses one of these artifacts, do they not?”
The thin thread in Han Xiao’s eyes shifted. It was as if the mere mention of “bringing back to life” touched upon a secret memory in her heart.
Even legends must have an origin.
She nodded, thanked Mo Yue, and took her leave.
Once she was gone, the oppressive atmosphere in the hall finally dissipated. As Mo Yue let out a long breath, the tension was completely broken.
Clutching her chest, Mo Yue muttered, “Talking to her is sheer agony.”
Yet she had been mesmerized by that woman’s transcendent beauty for a moment and had subconsciously spoken words of seduction. If you can’t be an immortal, be a lover…
“Tch, who would want to be her lover?”
It seemed that anyone besides the girl in the illusion would only become a resentful partner if they were with her!
“Now she remembers her beloved, but why didn’t she think of that when she ran her through with a sword? I managed to survive, but she didn’t. You owe her a life!”
Mo Yue grumbled, still stroking her chest where the piercing pain still burned. If not for the protective seal the Revered One had placed on her, she would never have escaped that day.
Recalling the terrifying encounter, Mo Yue still felt a lingering fear. Even if it happened again, she would never believe she could have survived that sword array.
That damned First Disciple of the Immortal Lord, so arrogant and condescending.
In that case, she would enjoy watching her fall into depravity for love.
“Senior Sister Jiang, can we stop practicing for today, please!” a sweet, cloying voice came from a young girl.
The girl’s voice was sweet, and her face was quite remarkable—she had four eyes.
This Jade-Faced Spider had already expended a great deal of effort just to transform her eight eyes into four, to appear more human.
She had not been in Yanqiu for long. For a spider who spent her days eating and sleeping, what could be more fortunate than suddenly being told she was a spider with the bloodline of a deity?
And so, the people of Yanqiu brought the Jade-Faced Spider back from a pile of flies and helped her take human form.
The Jade-Faced Spider, like the other residents of Yanqiu, was as clever as ice and snow, but she was lazy. For instance, right now, after practicing for just a little while, she didn’t want to continue. When others wanted to give her a name, the lower pair of her eyes rolled, and she said she wanted to be called Zhu Zhi.
It was just “spider” (zhi zhu) backwards.
Jiang Chunai looked at her playful appearance, smiled helplessly, and reached out to flick her forehead, frightening her. “If you don’t practice today, you’ll wake up tomorrow with eight eyes on your face!”
Ever since Zhu Zhi took human form, she had become concerned about whether she looked different from others. Now, with calamities rampant in the human realm, the identity of a demon was ultimately a source of trouble.
“Ahhh, no! Zhi Zhi doesn’t want to have eight eyes!”
Don’t be fooled by her many eyes; her ability to see was actually quite poor. Besides, from a human aesthetic point of view, eight eyes were not beautiful. Over time, this became Jiang Chunai’s trump card for coercing her spider junior sister.
Jiang Chunai covered her mouth and laughed. “That’s more like it.”
Zhu Zhi pouted and sat down on the ground next to Jiang Chunai, making a face. “Why is Little Senior Sister so strict? You’re so good at being a senior sister. Look, Senior Sister Chang and Sister Lan are not like this!”
Little Senior Sister acted as if she had been a senior sister for many years, but Zhu Zhi knew that Little Senior Sister had only arrived on the mountain a short time ago.
“Senior Sister Chang” naturally referred to Chang Xin, while “Sister Lan” was Lan Xu, who was still sitting nearby with a gloomy expression on her face.
Hearing her name, Lan Xu raised her eyes. “Say one more word, and I’ll throw you into the water snake pit today.”
Jiang Chunai suddenly felt a tickle in her palm, and the girl who had been sitting beside her a moment ago had vanished.
In her place, a beautiful spider with eight eyes was trembling on her palm, trying to hide in the sleeve of her robe.
It seemed she was truly afraid of being thrown into the water snake pit by Lan Xu.
“Lan Xu, you’re scaring her again,” Jiang Chunai said.
Lan Xu shook her head. “I have every right to scare her. Who told her to mention me?”
Jiang Chunai and Chang Xin exchanged a look, then lowered their heads to meet each of the eight eyes, still not responding to Lan Xu.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Chang Xin started a new topic. “Alright, the world is in such chaos right now. For your own sake, Zhi Zhi, you have to practice diligently. If you leave our Yanqiu you will be in danger, the cultivators of other sects will slay demons without batting an eye.”
She deliberately avoided giving any specific sect as an example.
Zhi Zhi nodded frantically. “Yes, especially that Bright Snow Sect of Mount Shu! I had a few good fly friends who flew in there once and never came out again.”
Lan Xu interjected at the right moment, “How do you know your good friends weren’t eaten by one of your relatives?”
Zhi Zhi rubbed her chelicerae, ignoring her. She would never say something so nasty!
But Jiang Chunai had taken Zhu Zhi’s words to heart and asked, “What kind of place is the Bright Snow Sect?”
Chang Xin gave a brief introduction to the Bright Snow Sect and then moved on, but her unnatural expression caught Jiang Chunai’s attention for a moment.
“Senior Sister Chang, are you not feeling well?”
Chang Xin quickly replied, “No, I’m fine. Alright, alright, Zhi Zhi, stop being a spider on Little Senior Sister’s hand. Hurry up and change back to your human form.”
Zhi Zhi was bewildered, but she grumbled as she transformed back into a human, sitting obediently beside Jiang Chunai once more.
What’s going on? Why are both senior sisters and the other sister picking on me today!
Lan Xu was a “sister” because she was the adopted daughter of their master, Yu Lingzi. But just from her confrontational mouth, one could tell what her temper was like.
“I’m doing this for your own good. If you spend too much time as a spider, what if someone else catches you?”
Zhi Zhi poked her fingers together and muttered, “Ah, I know, Senior Sister Chang, I’ll be a good human. But look at these four eyes of mine, how can I be a proper human!”
“Besides, there are more demons around than ever before. What if one day the leader of the Shrouded Moon Sect of the demon realm breaks out? The world will be full of demons, and at that point, it’ll be you two-eyed people who suffer!”
Lan Xu glared at the two eyes rolling at the top of her head. “Before we suffer, I’ll take you with me first.”
Zhi Zhi pouted, wondering to herself what she had done to provoke this Lan Xu and why her temper was so bad. Heh, all I did was show her some goodwill by giving her a few delicious, freshly caught flies and mosquitos.
Chang Xin, however, took Zhu Zhi’s words seriously. “Zhi Zhi does have a point. The Si Tian Que said that the world will be thrown into chaos because of one person. When that time comes, all we of Yanqiu can do is probably just protect this sacred land and not let outsiders in.”
Jiang Chunai turned her head. “What is Si Tian Que?”
“It’s where the diviners and soothsayers are,” Chang Xin explained. “The prophecy that said we should wait to come and get you was also from them.”
…It was the people of Si Tian Que who had pinpointed Jiang Chunai’s location: her body, in the Cave of Severed Affections.
Jiang Chunai suddenly smiled. She was very grateful to the people of Yanqiu. However, there was one thing she didn’t quite understand. Although everyone in Yanqiu was lively and bustling, sometimes, a look of sorrow would appear on their faces, as if they were mourning some irreversible fate.
“At the same time, three hundred years ago, the Grand Master Dai Ming of Si Tian Que also said that when the Planet of Calamity and the Planet of Suppression converge… a great evil will be born into the human realm.”
A great evil. Just hearing the words sounded terrifying.
“Wh-when will those two stars converge?”
Chang Xin lowered her gaze, clutching the corner of her robe, her expression solemn. “When the snow falls this year.”
An inexplicable chill ran through Jiang Chunai’s heart.
It was already late autumn. When would the snow fall?
Snowy days did not hold good memories for Jiang Chunai. She would only remember that year of famine.
And she would also dream. In her dreams, there was a woman whose face was like that merciless ice and snow, beautiful yet strange, always watching, spying on her.
But Jiang Chunai had never met this woman, let alone knew her.
So, every time she saw her in a dream, she would turn and walk away, ignoring the demonic markings and snake scales spreading across the woman’s chest.