Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 38

Amidst the roaring waves of ten thousand voices that endlessly lapped at her ears, Han Xiao quietly watched the two women below—or more accurately, one person and one spider demon.
It was just a glance from a distance, just a person and a demon who had snuck in.
…At this grand banquet, there was no shortage of guests, or rather, “people.”
Flurries of snow landed on her thick, dark eyelashes. Han Xiao blinked again, and her gaze shifted away from the two.
“Senior Sister Han Xiao! Senior Sister Han Xiao!”
“Today I finally know what it means to be a true immortal…”
The crowd’s praises filled her ears, but Jiang Chunai’s eyes could only see the transcendent and dignified bearing of that immortal.
She was simply too dazzling, too piercing to the eye.
What kind of person could form a pact with her and win her favor?
Zhi Zhi was clutching Jiang Chunai’s lapel so tightly she was about to tear it, still whimpering, “Senior Sister Chunai, wha-what’s going on? Why is she still hovering above us?”
An inexplicable fear gripped Jiang Chunai, and her wrist began to tremble.
She looked down and saw only thin, crimson-black lines spreading across her wrist, coiling like a snake, inching deeper.
She was terrified. In all this time, she had never felt this way.
So Jiang Chunai also turned her head away, filled with a baseless fear that was only slightly better than Zhi Zhi’s.
The lofty immortal above them watched them with her cold, deep eyes for a long time before finally passing over them amidst the rising tide of voices.
The snow owls cried out, following the woman flying on her sword.
“Wow! The Immortal is riding the clouds this time, not her sword! Are we not going to be able to keep up!” someone shouted, and immediately others chimed in with “that’s right,” “that’s right,” and followed.
The sea of people surged like a boiling wave, swallowing Jiang Chunai and Zhi Zhi.
Jiang Chunai could only hold onto Zhi Zhi to keep them from being separated.
Finally, a relative quiet returned to their surroundings.
Zhi Zhi’s face was a mask of misery. “Senior Sister Chunai, that immortal is finally gone, right? She’s gone?”
Jiang Chunai took her hand and soothed her. “Yes, she’s gone. It’s alright, Zhi Zhi. There are a lot of people here, nothing will happen. Be careful not to let your demonic aura leak out.”
Zhi Zhi finally managed to calm herself and said slowly, “Okay, okay, sob, sob, that scared me to death just now. Why was she just hovering over our heads, not leaving? There were so many people then, all shouting randomly, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat. I was so scared she would suddenly jump down and kill me with one strike.”
“What’s wrong? We’re here for a wedding banquet today. No matter what, there won’t be any bloodshed. Alright, Zhi Zhi, let’s go.”
Jiang Chunai was still playing the role of a kind and guiding senior sister. She quickly calmed Zhi Zhi and led her toward the reception hall.
Although they hadn’t received a special invitation, the Bright Snow Sect was open to everyone for these few days. In that sense, even though they had snuck out, they wouldn’t miss seeing anything.
However, as Jiang Chunai led Zhi Zhi up the mountain, the magnificent scene from before, with its brilliant golden light and flowing splendor, was still vivid in her mind.
That woman was too dazzling, and her eyes, as deep and cold as snow, were too chilling.
It was like a pressure descending from the heavens.
She had heard clearly just now. The others called her “Han Xiao,” not hanxiao (to smile), not some word of death.
Jiang Chunai smiled inexplicably, but in a flash, she remembered the woman’s deep, cold gaze.
—How strange. Isn’t Han Xiao the main character of this wedding?
She’s in the limelight, everyone likes her, a child of heaven. Why would she have such an expression?
It was as if she were about to participate not in a wedding banquet, but a funeral.
Like this all-encompassing snow.
If that were true, then more than one person would be heartbroken.
The person she likes will be sad, the people who like her will be sad… Jiang Chunai thought silently.
I would probably be sad too.
But Han Xiao and she were just strangers who had met once. How she felt, sad or happy, what did that have to do with her, Jiang Chunai?
Jiang Chunai didn’t care too much.
She just wanted to come to the Bright Snow Sect to see what secrets it held that made her Master and senior sisters so reticent, telling her nothing.
It’s fine. It’s good that no one knows. I can just stay on the sidelines with Zhi Zhi and quietly observe what’s so special about the Bright Snow Sect.
Han Xiao was still riding the clouds and her sword. The golden light poured down, yet it couldn’t suppress the coldness in her eyes.
Her gaze had stopped on the person and the spider just now simply because their actions were strange.
They looked like they had just arrived at Mount Shu and couldn’t tell north from south.
Her momentum on the sword did not diminish. Han Xiao rode the wind, the fervent shouts from the mountain below nothing more than fleeting clouds to her.
Her robes billowed, her sleeves filled with wind. If anyone could have seen what this head disciple of the Immortal Lord held in her arms, they would have been shocked beyond belief: it was a snake egg, radiating a dark green demonic aura.
A noble and transcendent immortal, actually holding such an evil object.
Looking closer, on Han Xiao’s wrist, always hidden beneath her sleeve, was a thin but tight red string, connecting two half-moon-shaped jade rings.
But others could not see these unusual things.
Han Xiao indifferently rode her sword from one mountain peak to another, completely ignoring the rising tide of shouts from the crowd below.
She didn’t care if these people could keep up with her.
The fervent followers’ steps were forced to slow. They could only look up at Han Xiao, murmuring, wondering why this head disciple of the Immortal Lord, who was halfway to joining the council of elders, had changed her tune at such a critical moment.
But Han Xiao knew she hadn’t changed her tune. Everything she had done in the past few days, that was what should be called “changing her tune.”
The wind whistled in her ears. To her, it sounded just like that night when she had fled in panic, rushing through the rainy night.
I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry.
But the day is not far off.
As long as she could atone for her sins, as long as she could repay her debt, she would do anything.
Even if it meant forming a pact with someone else—demons were unreasonable. To get what they wanted, they would do anything.
Therefore, at this moment, she still carried that snake egg and their two jade rings.
The jade rings were fitted together tightly, just like that night when Jiang Chunai had unintentionally entered the secret realm, just like what they had done as their bodies were entwined.
It had to be just like that day, just like that time.
Han Xiao silently recited a mantra, increasing her speed on the sword, heading straight for the highest peak among the mountains of Shu.
When she landed, a cultivator who had been waiting for a long time eagerly approached her. “Senior Sister, is it time to call for the Wunian Sect’s young master? Should I go now?”
The cultivator bowed, his eyes filled with endless admiration for Han Xiao.
I can still call her ‘Senior Sister’ now, but after these few days, I probably won’t be able to. Senior Sister will soon be the youngest elder… he thought.
The cultivator was not wrong. After that day, he never called Han Xiao “Senior Sister” again.
But Han Xiao glanced at him and said faintly, “That won’t be necessary. Since we are in my sect, and we have not yet formed a pact, I alone am sufficient.”
“Besides, I am not feeling well.”
The implication was that she was canceling the mountain tour with You Qian.
The cultivator was surprised, but due to various reasons, he finally said, “Yes.”
How could he convey this? No matter what, it was Senior Sister Han Xiao’s wish.
He just needed to carry it out.
Han Xiao nodded lightly, but the image of the person and the spider she had encountered while flying on her sword flashed before her eyes.
She felt increasingly strange.
The fine lines under her eyes began to thrive again. This time, the rhythm seemed different.
It was as if something had been added out of thin air.
She did feel strange.
So she waved her hand, diverting her attention, and approved the cultivator’s words.
The cultivator said he would go inform the Wunian Sect people immediately.
“Aunt, is this the jade ruyi you were telling me about? From our sect?” You Qian sat at the sandalwood table, staring at the translucent, emerald-green jade ruyi, lost in endless thought.
Youye said, “Yes, this is the jade ruyi.”
“Is there anything different about this jade ruyi?” You Qian asked in confusion, turning it over and over.
The quality was excellent, but other than that…
Youye, however, directly took the jade ruyi and said, “Look here.”
The next moment, a small hole twisted open at the bottom of the jade ruyi, and a cold white smoke emerged.
“At that time, this jade ruyi will be covered with a velvet cloth. You just need to hand it to Han Xiao. During your wedding night,” Youye said concisely.
You Qian frowned, picked up the jade ruyi, and asked in a low voice, “Then, Aunt, do I have to do what you just did for Han Xiao to see?”
Her aunt must have twisted some mechanism at the bottom of the ruyi to make the white smoke appear.
“Yes, you try it,” Youye shrugged, letting You Qian do it herself.
You Qian was not particularly skilled with her hands. She twisted it awkwardly for a while, but no white smoke came out.
So, she could only awkwardly look at her aunt, who was sitting opposite her.
Youye, however, just casually took the jade ruyi, flipped it over to demonstrate again, and said, “The wedding night is in two days. You have time to figure out this jade ruyi.”
“Mm, okay, I know, Aunt,” You Qian said meekly.
She always felt a strange feeling.
But she never dared to question her aunt’s decisions.
She was the nominal young master, but her aunt was the true sect leader of the Wunian Sect. Since her mother passed away, You Qian’s living situation had been very delicate.
Perhaps because her aunt had no children of her own, she had placed all her hopes on You Qian.
Suddenly, a “knock, knock” sound came from the door.
Youye told the person to enter. It was a female cultivator.
She said, “Sect Leader, Young Master, Han Xiao says she is not feeling well, and the matter of touring the mountain with her Dao companion on a sword will be postponed for now.”
“After the pact is formed, a spirit beast carriage will make up for it.”
Compared to You Qian, whose face instantly turned pale, Youye appeared quite calm. She just asked, “So Han Xiao is just not feeling well and can’t tour the mountain on her sword, is that right? Everything else will proceed as scheduled?”
“Yes.”
Having received a positive answer, Youye had the female cultivator relay a message for her, telling Han Xiao to rest well and not to miss the wedding night.
Hearing this, You Qian blushed with embarrassment.
Aunt is really something. Leaving a jade ruyi, is it for me to lift Han Xiao’s red veil, or the other way around?
But her aunt said nothing.
The day was blessed with a gentle breeze. Even though it was a snowy day, You Qian didn’t feel the slightest bit of cold.
Today was her big day. No matter what, she should be happy.
Yes, tonight she would consummate her marriage with Han Xiao, and from then on, she would have no more ties with her former love.
The mountain was filled with fragrant robes and elegant shadows, guests flowed like a river, and laughter and chatter were endless.
The Bright Snow Sect and the Wunian Sect had clearly put a lot of effort into this marriage:
The banquet guests came from all corners of the world, from large and small immortal sects, a truly all-encompassing gathering.
So, it was perfectly normal for You Qian to run into Yan Linglong with people from the Mengling Immortal Manor.
Yan Linglong was wearing a jade hairpin today, a rare occasion, and had on a bit of makeup.
When she saw You Qian arrive, she immediately stopped talking to the person next to her and greeted her. “A’Qian, long time no see. Congratulations.”
When Yan Linglong said congratulations, You Qian always felt she was somewhat insincere.
They had known each other since childhood. When Yan Linglong lied or was being insincere, her fingers would always curl up, not knowing where to rest.
It was the same now.
So You Qian said, “Thank you for your blessings, Linglong. I see you haven’t seen each other in a long time either, have you?”
The people next to her were wearing the light blue robes of the Mengling Immortal Manor, very easy to recognize.
Was it Yan Linglong’s imagination, or did the smile on You Qian’s face seem just as hollow and stiff as the one she was forcing at this moment?
“It has been a long time. I was listening to my sister talk about matters in Mengling,” Yan Linglong said.
You Qian raised an eyebrow. “Listening to this sister talk about matters in Mengling? You actually want to hear about your Sister Jianqing, right? Speaking of which, how is Sister Jianqing’s illness?”
“Have you been back to Mengling to see her? Or are you going back to Mengling after today?” As she said this, You Qian couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows smugly.
Yes, she and Yan Linglong had been in all sorts of open and hidden struggles, dating back to their childhood. Even something like who would get married first was a competition.
Yan Linglong had a childhood friend in the Mengling Immortal Manor, the Sister Jianqing she had mentioned. At that time, everyone thought that the Yan family and the Su family were well-matched, and if the two of them got together, they would be a perfect pair.
At that time, the Wunian Sect was not famous, and You Qian was not noteworthy in any way. So she had always held this matter as a thorn in her heart, deeply embedded.
As the saying goes, fortunes change.
Su Jianqing had fallen seriously ill. Forget about forming a pact, it was hard for her to even survive.
And her?
At this thought, You Qian’s heart pounded with an indescribable pleasure.
This whole snowy mountain decorated in red, all of it was for her!
So she proudly told Yan Linglong again, “I will be fine.”
She would also forget that person. It wouldn’t matter if she spent the rest of her life with Han Xiao like this.
Anyway, she just needed her status as the head disciple of an Immortal Lord. How glorious that would sound! It was as if the stain of her previous involvement with that humble mortal could be swept away by this vast snow.
You Qian was most looking forward to this marriage, and most looking forward to tonight’s wedding night.
Yan Linglong choked for a moment and squeezed out a few words. “Good. I hope A’Qian will be happy. Then, I’ll go take a seat at the banquet first.”
A smug curve still played on You Qian’s lips.
Cultivators practiced inedia, but today, an exception was made on Mount Shu, and all sorts of delicacies were laid out.
She was going to see Han Xiao soon. As for her relatives, her aunt and the others, they must be seated near the main table.
Yan Linglong arrived at the banquet with a troubled heart, exchanging toasts and blessings with her fellow disciples.
The Bright Snow Sect’s marriage ceremony was different from mortal weddings.
For example, now, they had to wait for the two to become Dao companions before anything else happened. This was unlike the mortal custom of having the couple toast everyone before the wedding night.
Perhaps these cultivators felt they needed to distinguish themselves from the ignorant mortals and had reversed the order.
Yan Linglong’s mind was heavy, but she was nudged by Senior Brother Jing Shun next to her.
“Hey, young lady, what are you thinking about now?” Jing Shun was already drunk, his face flushed, and his words were nonsense. “What’s wrong, not happy?”
Yan Linglong smelled the alcohol and was displeased, not replying.
But Jing Shun was persistent. “Heh, I know why you’re not happy.”
“You like Senior Sister Han Xiao, don’t you?” Jing Shun’s self-righteous expression was written all over his face. “Too bad, Young Lady Yan, now you can only sit at the same table as me, your senior brother. The wine you’re drinking is probably tears!”
After he finished, he burst out laughing.
Yan Linglong’s brows furrowed into a deep frown.
Is that so? Am I sad and dissatisfied because Senior Sister Han Xiao is forming a pact with an acquaintance I’m somewhat hostile towards?
Clearly not, or at least, not entirely.
Yan Linglong swallowed hard and looked distantly at the red-lacquered brick and tile great hall.
If only they could truly be happy.
It felt as if she were hurting her senior sisters over and over again.
First Chunai, then Han Xiao.
In the wedding chamber of the great hall, the wedding candles wept tears of wax, drop by drop.
You Qian held her breath and said very gently, “A’Xiao.”
She was calling Han Xiao’s name.
Han Xiao was wearing the red wedding dress embroidered with paired phoenixes, sitting motionlessly at the small table.
Her black hair was loose, her beautiful face filled with an indescribable tenderness. The candlelight flickered, casting a glow on her long lashes, a perfect, pure facade.
But the extremely fine, crimson-black lines under her eyes were a bit frightening at first glance.
But You Qian would reassure herself that it was nothing.
Han Xiao heard her gentle call and returned it with a gentle and graceful smile.
“What’s next?” Han Xiao asked in a low, ethereal, and pleasant voice, like the chime of gold and jade.
You Qian had never been alone with Han Xiao before. Now her hands were fumbling, and her mind was in a state of chaos.
Really, the Bright Snow Sect elders and her aunt are so pedantic and old-fashioned. Who doesn’t let a couple get to know each other before the pact?
You Qian finally managed to calm herself and remember what to do next.
Han Xiao’s ink-black eyes followed her closely, as if not wanting to miss a single movement, or perhaps, waiting for her one and only action.
You Qian suppressed her pounding heart and told herself the next step was to take out the tray.
Han Xiao seemed even more anxious than her. “I heard A’Qian and your aunt say last time that on the wedding night, you have a gift for me, is that right?”
“Yes, that’s right,” You Qian immediately replied, standing up.
Han Xiao smiled broadly. “I thought you were just teasing me.”
“How could I tease you!” You Qian said, as if chiding her, and quickly walked to the side. “A gift is a gift, how could I not give it?”
The smile on Han Xiao’s face grew even brighter. Inadvertently, a few glimmers of gold escaped from her dark eyes.
Fortunately, she reined them in before You Qian turned back.
—She had inquired. The Wunian Sect’s divine artifact was the Decisive Light Lamp.
So, when Han Xiao saw the tray covered with a red cloth come out, she didn’t notice anything amiss.
Han Xiao thought she should be more reserved.
Some mortal women were like this. She had been learning to be human since she was a soft-skinned snake unable to stand upright. She had to learn a few things by now.
Just be reserved. I’ll wait until You Qian presents that Decisive Light Lamp with both hands before I’m willing to tear off my disguise.
But when You Qian lifted the red cloth, revealing a crystal-clear, deep green jade ruyi, Han Xiao’s expression froze.
“…What is this?” she asked, pointing at the jade ruyi.
None of the six ancient divine artifacts looked like this.
You Qian’s heart pounded like a drum. She quickly picked up the jade ruyi and explained, “This jade ruyi is a gift from my aunt. A’Xiao, look here…”
As she spoke, Yan Linglong recalled what her aunt had taught her.
Flip it over, press the mechanism?
You Qian became nervous. She looked at Han Xiao, whose face was already turning green.
She pressed one end of the jade ruyi, but she couldn’t for the life of her remember how her aunt had taught her that day.
How did her aunt make a small opening appear in the ruyi and release that curling white smoke?
Han Xiao’s eyes had already darkened and turned gloomy.
You Qian wanted to explain, “A-A’Xiao, wait a moment. This jade ruyi is for lifting the veil later.”
She clumsily tried to cover it up, but she could only see Han Xiao’s expression grow even more somber, no longer resembling that noble and transcendent head disciple of the Immortal Lord.
But whether she looked like it or not, none of it mattered anymore—
The moment You Qian finally remembered how to open the mechanism of the jade ruyi, white smoke curled up, and shouts and cries of battle erupted from all around the wedding chamber.
From all directions, they broke through the doors, tore through the curtains.
Several dark figures flashed by. The fastest one, without hesitation, snatched the jade ruyi still in You Qian’s hand.
The next moment, the jade ruyi transformed into a long sword with a jade hilt, and the woman holding it ruthlessly stabbed it into Han Xiao’s body.
Those dark pupils, which had just been sparkling, now fell into endless grayness.
Fresh blood spurted out, dyeing the great red bed curtains an even more vivid crimson.
Han Xiao was still in her wedding dress. The long sword pierced straight through her shoulder blade, and blood slowly seeped out.
You Qian was stunned. “Aunt, Aunt, what-what are you doing? The jade ruyi you gave me was a sword, and you used this sword to kill Han Xiao?”
“Why, why did you kill her?”
Her pupils dilated, and she covered her mouth with all her might.
Youye seemed not to have expected it to be so easy, so she simply explained to her niece, “Have you forgotten? I told you before, this child…”
She was referring to Han Xiao.
“She must have a natural talent for the sword, otherwise it would be impossible for her to reach the Great Ascension Realm, the realm of ascending to immortality, in such a short time,” she said with a confident smile. “And you, do you know how useful a sword bone is to us?”
Since the Decisive Light Lamp was a lamp, it needed a wick.
A sword bone was a rare find, let alone one suitable for cultivation.
If Han Xiao’s sword bone were used as a wick for the Decisive Light Lamp…
You Qian still couldn’t believe it. She trembled and said, “But, Aunt, you killed Han Xiao, you killed her…”
Although Han Xiao was cold, she seemed to be completely defenseless. Her lack of defense had become the sharp blade that others used to stab her!
“You killed her! What for? She’s the great senior sister of the Bright Snow Sect, and today is my wedding day with her. You killed her today…”
You Qian trembled, on the verge of fainting.
Her usually composed and considerate aunt, how could she do such a thing today?
No wonder her aunt hadn’t cared much about the jade ruyi. She just wanted to use her to restrain Han Xiao!
With a clang, Youye threw the long sword, which had transformed from the jade ruyi, to the ground and said faintly, “So what if I killed her? You don’t like her anyway. Weren’t you still pining for that mortal?”
“Aunt!”
Youye was still frowning as she continued, “If we don’t add a new wick to the Decisive Light Lamp soon, it will go out. Quick, take out her sword bone.”
The people who had been standing like statues just a moment ago, now, upon hearing the command, came to life. They each took out cleavers and long swords and walked toward the ornate, canopied bed.
“No, Aunt, why now! You could have killed her later. But now, how are we going to get out? Why couldn’t you wait?”
Youye was resolute, her gaze sharp. “We can’t wait. There’s no time.”
“Besides, Han Xiao would never have followed us back to the Wunian Sect.” There would be no opportunity to strike then, and the Decisive Light Lamp could not wait any longer.
Youye looked down at her niece, who had collapsed on the floor, and continued, “You weren’t sincere about forming a pact with Han Xiao. You were still pining for that mortal… Did you really think Han Xiao was pure? Was she sincere about forming a pact with you?”
Her niece was truly young and couldn’t think things through.
“Behind her is the entire Bright Snow Sect.”
Being stabbed in the heart like this, You Qian dared not speak anymore.
“Alright, mov—” Youye shouted harshly, but when she turned her head, she saw an unbelievable sight.
Han Xiao’s black hair was now loose, half on her shoulders, half on her chest.
The eyes that were revealed were half a mixture of inky black, the other half a dark gold, burning with a strange, beautiful light.
That perfect, pure facade was no longer that of a noble and lofty immortal, but a malevolent ghost from the underworld, its eyes filled with hellfire.
“Sect-Sect Leader!” a man in black cried out in horror. He had just touched the blood that had spurted from Han Xiao. “Her-her blood is cold!”
Everyone was terrified and looked over at the sound.
Han Xiao slowly stood up. Her wide wedding robe was torn open by the blade, and underneath, she was wearing a pure white mourning garment!
She was wearing a wedding dress on the outside, but mourning clothes on the inside.
Droplets of fresh blood seeped out from within.
Han Xiao smiled, her mouth opening slightly to reveal a forked tongue.
“That’s right. I won’t go back. I won’t go to your sect,” she said in a low, laughing voice, slowly standing up.
Just as the man in black had strangely said her blood was cold, her pierced skin did not reveal human bones.
Instead, there were bones like fish bones, with a heavy black mist floating above them.
Han Xiao seemed unable to stand up straight. She was hunched over, looking at them.
On her chest, demonic markings and snake scales grew wildly, breaking through her skin, flourishing in an instant, unstoppable.
“…She-she’s a snake demon!” the man in black cried out in horror, taking several steps back. “Sect Leader! Young Master!”
Han Xiao’s lips curved into a strange smile.
“I was originally going to form a pact out of respect for the sect. Although it was troublesome, it seemed like the right thing to do,” she whispered. “But now it seems that’s no longer necessary.”
She had not expected the Wunian Sect people to be so bold as to lie in wait in her wedding chamber and try to take her life with one strike when she was unprepared.
“Sect Leader, are you looking for the sword bone on my body?” she asked with a smile, walking toward Youye, step by step.
She pulled a bone from her bloody wound and, in the next moment, struck Youye squarely in the face. The latter quickly blocked with her hand.
The piercing cold pain, in every aspect, showed that this person was not human.
There was no sword bone, only a snake bone.
But the spirit of the Decisive Light Lamp had clearly named Han Xiao!
The famous head disciple of the Bright Snow Sect’s Immortal Lord Yang Nian was actually a snake demon!
How terrifying would that be if it got out! Even more terrifying than her murdering her niece’s Dao companion on their wedding night!
“So you didn’t get what you wanted, and you still wanted to kill me,” Han Xiao’s tone grew darker and colder. “Is the Decisive Light Lamp on you?”
Youye had no time to think. She could only defend against the immense killing intent.
She recited an energy-channeling mantra, lowered her head to send a message to her confidant, and then raised her eyes—
“If it is, then I will leave you a whole corpse today.”