Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 39

“I never would have thought that Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s most prized disciple would actually be a snake demon,” Youye said, her face resolute and calm, showing no panic or fear. “Or perhaps I should say, that beneath the noble facade of Great Senior Sister Han Xiao, who is just a step away from entering the Evergreen Hall, lies such a malevolent heart…”
The Evergreen Hall was where the elders gathered. Han Xiao was currently a candidate for elder.
And such a candidate was actually a demon. An immortal sect elder being a demon—wouldn’t people laugh if word got out?
Youye was completely unafraid of the gathering demonic energy, her demeanor still composed as she spoke calmly to Han Xiao.
Han Xiao remained hunched over, hissing and smiling at Youye.
“When did you come to the Bright Snow Sect?” Youye continued to ask.
Han Xiao’s lips curled strangely, her gaze landing on her with an odd expression, as if Youye’s question was not worth her answer.
Suddenly, the wind stirred. Han Xiao’s hunched back instantly straightened—the blood-red, vibrant wedding dress, layered over the pure white mourning robes within, billowed and swelled.
The wedding chamber was opulent, with vermilion and crimson flowing, gold plates and silver poppies. But under a more piercing pallor, all color was lost.
A sky-scorching black mist pressed in. Han Xiao did not answer a single word.
Youye gritted her teeth.
You Qian quickly asked in a low voice, “Aunt, what should we do now?”
“Retreat! To an open area!” she replied, lightly stepping in a trigram pattern. “She’s not falling for it!”
The moment Han Xiao had revealed her forked tongue, Youye had sent a message to her confidants, telling them to be ready.
She had intended to engage Han Xiao in a war of words, to stall for a while, but Han Xiao was not falling for her tricks.
Or perhaps, Han Xiao had now fallen into a demonic state and could no longer understand human speech.
—But Youye quickly realized she was wrong.
She took several steps back. The snake demon, wrapped in a bloody mist and black energy, lunged straight at her, its cold, bloody wound leading the way, and in an instant, crushed the bones of a black-robed man beside her.
Youye’s eyes widened in horror. She dodged back. Han Xiao, having just crushed a man’s skull, was not finished. She spat out a cloud of purple mist, which exploded with a boom, blasting everyone out of the wedding chamber.
“Ugh, Aunt, Aunt!” You Qian was covered in dust, her vision blurred. In the dizzying chaos, she could only see the world shaking, the mountains collapsing, not knowing where she was.
Han Xiao and Youye were fighting.
She was still Han Xiao, the head disciple of Immortal Lord Yang Nian, a master of the sword.
Now, she casually picked up a long sword, infused it with spiritual energy, and easily fought Youye to a standstill.
Youye gritted her teeth, sweat beading on her scalp. “Han Xiao, you demon! Hiding among the hundred immortal sects, infiltrating the Bright Snow Sect, what is your purpose!”
She deliberately raised her voice so that the voice transmission jade seal would carry her words.
That way, even if something happened to her, the aftermath would not be skewed.
Unfortunately, the next moment, Han Xiao’s dark gold vertical pupils blinked. The ground where Youye stood suddenly erupted in a great wave of sand, flinging her voice transmission jade seal dozens of feet away.
Han Xiao looked at her work with satisfaction and spoke her first words, “What’s wrong? You wanted to talk to me just now to stall for time. Haven’t you stalled long enough?”
Her actions anticipated, Youye’s face remained calm as she said composedly, “I wasn’t just trying to stall for time. I’m genuinely curious… how can the Bright Snow Sect have a great demon like you, and no one has noticed?”
Youye had calculated a thousand things, but she had never calculated this possibility.
Only today did she finally understand why Han Xiao’s past was a blank slate…
A snake demon, where would it get the cultivation experience of a cultivator? It was her own recklessness, her lack of consideration.
After all, most cultivation prodigies now came from prominent families. Only prominent families could afford expensive meridian-opening pills and other medicinal herbs.
Talk of a natural sword bone—how much of that was empty fame, transplanted after birth!
Hearing this, Han Xiao tilted her head slightly and smiled strangely. “A good question… why? Why has no one in the sect discovered that I’m a great demon?”
Youye was momentarily stunned, then began to ponder the deeper meaning of Han Xiao’s words. Soon, she seemed to remember something. “When did you come to the sect?”
A look of shock finally appeared on her usually calm face.
But Han Xiao said faintly, “When I came to the sect is not important… what’s important is when I choose to reveal my true form.”
“You are the demon god from the prophecy!” Youye cried out in horror, memories flooding her mind, making her chest feel heavy and tight.
When the snow falls this winter, an evil demon will descend upon the world.
“But… but, how could it be…” Youye murmured, seemingly unable to sort out the connection.
Han Xiao laughed. “Can you think any further? You treacherous human.”
“Why… wouldn’t I be discovered?”
Han Xiao suddenly burst out laughing. Her crimson and white wedding dress and mourning robes billowed in the wind, her black hair flying, revealing a face as beautiful as jade.
Although the Bright Snow Sect was in decline, the intricate etiquette of an immortal sect was still in place. It was impossible for anyone to enter the sect without being tested.
Let alone a snake demon or a demon god, even a monster with a hint of demonic aura would not go unnoticed.
But Han Xiao was demonic to this extent, and was just half a step away from entering the Bright Snow Sect’s council of elders…
And she hadn’t been discovered?
Youye’s heart pounded. She looked up again, her gaze meeting Han Xiao’s murderous one in the whistling wind.
She finally couldn’t contain her inner turmoil and screamed, “You-you were brought out of the Nether Realm by your master, who risked her life to enter that year!”
That evil demon who had been sealed three times, for over ten thousand years…
“You are the descendant of that Chongji!” Youye shouted, her eyes bloodshot. She channeled all her spiritual energy, her aura swirling, preparing for a fight to the death with Han Xiao.
She had thought herself crazy enough, but she had never imagined that the Immortal Lord of the Bright Snow Sect was even crazier.
For some unknown reason, she had actually broken into the Nether Realm and brought out the descendant of the evil god Chongji, even taking her as a disciple.
Thinking of it this way, it was no wonder Han Xiao’s identity had not been exposed. A disciple personally taken in by an Immortal Lord would naturally be the most talented.
And Han Xiao, a natural demon, would find the art of the sword incredibly easy. And so, she had mistakenly judged Han Xiao to have a natural sword bone.
“Mm,” Han Xiao said faintly, then suddenly shot into the air. In an instant, dense clouds gathered in the sky, and thousands upon thousands of poisoned blood arrows shot out!
Youye was terrified and cast a golden bell shield. However, the golden light only protected her for a brief moment before it was pierced.
“Aunt! Aunt!” You Qian’s voice came from afar. She had just managed to run to the open area where they were fighting, calling out her aunt’s name weakly.
You Qian and Han Xiao both looked over.
“Don’t come here!” Youye poured all her strength into it, but that one moment of distraction caused her already fragile golden bell shield to shatter even faster.
A blood arrow pierced straight through!
“Aunt!” You Qian was still screaming, her legs moving to rush over.
Youye closed her eyes and resolutely channeled her energy. She could not let her niece die here.
As she used all her strength to send out a wave of energy, another swirling miasma intertwined with it, both rushing toward You Qian.
You Qian couldn’t withstand Youye’s energy wave alone; how could she handle an additional green miasma?
Her eyes widened. As the wind swept past, she thought she was going to die. But the effects of the energy wave and the miasma were almost the same.
One pushed her farther away, the other forbade her from setting foot there.
She fell to the ground in a daze, tasting the blood in her throat, feeling the two forces with near despair.
Neither Han Xiao nor her aunt would allow her to approach.
…Her usually stern and ruthless aunt had made such a decision.
And her soon-to-be Dao companion seemed to have shown her last bit of gentleness—she was no longer human.
Through the hazy green mist and golden light, You Qian began to tremble.
Vaguely, Youye was slowly kneeling.
She had been distracted just now. The golden bell shield had shattered, and the fragile peace was instantly broken—
Poisoned blood arrows pierced through her body.
Her spine was shattered, leaving only a cavity of black, foul blood.
Her eyes filled with sorrow, she looked up at the demon soaring in the sky.
Snake scales and demonic markings had already spread across Han Xiao’s body, her skin gradually turning a dark green.
Red and white, mixed with a dark green smoke. Within it, the demon was conceived again, born.
She looked down from above, surveying the earth.
Han Xiao’s voice changed. “I did not wish to kill… but you all walked into my net. You brought this upon yourselves.”
“Hmph… shameless demon, calling yourself righteous!” Youye was not to be outdone. She struggled to her feet, secretly praying that her niece could escape and that her confidants would make their decision.
Although Han Xiao had noticed her small movements, her confidants should have heard their conversation before.
That way, her affairs after her death could still be handled.
Han Xiao laughed softly, her voice ethereal. “Yes, so what if I am a demon? Then, Sect Leader You, would you like to make a deal with me? Hand over the Decisive Light Lamp, and I will leave you a whole corpse.”
In fact, if a whole corpse could be left, and if someone had the heart, they might be able to resurrect it.
“Do you think the Decisive Light Lamp would be on me?” Youye laughed loudly, tearing at her last shred of dignity. “Let me tell you, the Decisive Light Lamp is not on me, even if I were to take your sword bone…”
Han Xiao’s eyes narrowed. Finally, her long lashes trembled. She raised her hand, and a black lotus appeared on it. But on closer inspection, it was not a black lotus pattern, but a series of black, hissing water snakes.
“Since it is not on you, then I will just flatten the Wunian Sect and take it back,” Han Xiao sneered, and in an instant, she overturned the black snake lotus, and the blood-red feathered arrows shot out again!
In the end, everything was reduced to dust. Green miasma drifted, and the hissing of water snakes was endless.
The demon, having finally started its killing spree, looked up, its vertical pupils reflecting a distant, receding figure.
She let her go.
“Immortal Lords!” You Qian stumbled into the gathering crowd, wiping her tears as she said, “Something’s happened, something’s happened!”
At the same time, the cultivator who had been keeping watch on the mountain also ran down, shouting, “Something terrible has happened!”
The two looked at each other, then turned their gazes to the misty mountains in the distance.
You Qian was terrified out of her wits. After escaping, she stammered, asking people to go save her aunt.
“What happened?” someone asked, confused.
You Qian’s lips trembled as she said, “Han Xiao, Han Xiao is not human!”
“What do you mean she’s not human? Young Master, you need to be clear! That’s our sect’s great senior sister!” a cultivator said with dissatisfaction.
You Qian pointed into the distance and sobbed, “Han Xiao, Han Xiao is not human, she’s a demon!”
A snake demon that had almost killed her!
She sobbed as she recounted the events of the wedding chamber, of course, only the latter half.
She said that her Dao companion had suddenly grown snake scales and demonic markings, and her demonic aura had grown heavier. Her aunt, who was protecting her from the outside, had rushed in upon seeing the situation, but was taken away by Han Xiao, and the two had gone to an open area to fight to the death.
“A fight to the death?” Jing Shun, who had just arrived, panted. “You mean, your aunt and Han Xiao are fighting?”
You Qian continued, “Exactly!”
Jing Shun frowned. “I understand. Follow me!”
It was supposed to be a joyous day, but it was shrouded in such terror! Jing Shun had no time to think. He immediately sent someone to report to his master and led a group of people to the battle site.
Jiang Chunai and Zhi Zhi were not far away. They had heard the commotion and had also rushed over with the restless crowd. They had finally managed to find out what had happened.
“The bride… the bride is a demon?” Jiang Chunai murmured, the image of her first meeting with that woman flashing before her eyes.
The woman—Han Xiao—had come on her sword, a radiant glow behind her, a vast expanse of light spreading out.
To this day, Jiang Chunai still thought that woman was an immortal.
Such an ethereal beauty, yet what a malevolent heart she had inside!
She had actually killed her Dao companion’s aunt! Now, her Dao companion had stumbled out, seeking everyone’s help!
Jiang Chunai and Zhi Zhi’s cultivation was not high. They could only follow behind the crowd, seeing if there was anything they could do to help.
Even a drop in the bucket was better than nothing, as long as many drops made a river.
Soon, a long, coiling snake appeared in the once clear, green sky!
It was a snake, but it had the posture of a dragon, its eyes burning as it flew forward, never stopping.
Jiang Chunai was once again mixed in with the crowd. She looked up, but the dark shadow that fell was no longer just a person on a sword with two snow owls.
It was a shadow that blotted out the sun, covering the earth.
This colossal snake was moving forward with determination, its never-stopping manner even more ruthless than when Han Xiao had toured the mountain on her sword.
“Wow! Quick, quick, everyone, if you can hit that snake, hit it!” Jing Shun, his face now covered in blood, limped over from the distance.
He endured the tearing pain in his Achilles tendon.
Just now, he had fought a great battle with Han Xiao—or rather, he had been unilaterally humiliated.
Han Xiao had not even looked at him. The sword energy he had sent out had all been reflected back, injuring his own foot. Now he could only limp along.
“Catch it, catch it!” he shrieked, vowing to get back what Han Xiao had inflicted upon him.
Hearing Jing Shun’s call, everyone spontaneously cast spells and recited mantras. Regardless of their spiritual root—gold, wood, water, fire, or earth—they all joined the fray.
For a moment, it was a dazzling display of colors. All the magical attacks were aimed straight at the coiling snake.
But no matter how fierce or vast these spells were, the snake remained unmoved, only continuing forward in a set direction.
Finally, someone asked in confusion, “Where is that snake going? Is there some secret there?”
Jing Shun gritted his teeth as he passed by and said hatefully, “That’s the sect’s mausoleum! What is Han Xiao doing there?”
The mausoleum seemed to hide some great treasure. Jing Shun vaguely remembered this, and a chill ran down his spine. He quickly said, “Quick, where is Master!”
Jiang Chunai and Zhi Zhi were caught up in the chaos. They were unsure of what to do, but still determined to contribute to slaying the demon. They struggled to keep up with the giant snake in the sky.
But unexpectedly, the people who had just been united in their enmity suddenly changed—
They no longer followed the coiling giant snake, and there was a sense of everyone for themselves.
Jiang Chunai and Zhi Zhi struggled through the crowd.
“Senior Sister, I think these people want to leave,” Zhi Zhi said in a low voice.
Jiang Chunai glanced at the crowd and nodded. “You’re right. These people clearly don’t want to fight this giant snake.”
Human hearts were like this. When no one was putting in much effort, everyone would be affected.
The news of the giant snake flying to the mausoleum quickly spread, reaching everyone’s ears.
“What?” Dao Lord Qiming had just landed her sword when her eyes widened in disbelief. “You say Han Xiao flew to the mausoleum?”
She was furious and immediately called out, “Gather all available personnel in the sect and follow me to the mausoleum to capture Han Xiao!”
“Master, is-is there some mystery at the mausoleum?” a disciple asked.
Dao Lord Qiming almost vomited a mouthful of blood. “The mausoleum holds our sect’s magical artifact!”
One of the six ancient divine artifacts, the God-Binding Rope, was in the Bright Snow Sect!
As its name suggested, it was used to bind gods. If a demon like Han Xiao were to obtain it, it would surely be aiding a tyrant.
“We must stop her! By the way, where is Zhang Ziga?” Dao Lord Qiming finally calmed down, forcing herself to be composed. “The switch for the formation mechanism there is in her hands. If she is guarding it, Han Xiao won’t be able to break through for a while.”
Another female cultivator said in a panic, “Master, something terrible has happened! You sent me to find Elder Zhang, but now the Bright Lamp Pavilion is empty!”
“There’s no one at her residence either!”
A chill ran down Dao Lord Qiming’s spine. “She’s gone?”
“Sect-Sect Leader! That giant snake has now broken into the mausoleum! Now it-it has transformed into Han-Han Xiao… no, it has transformed into a human!” another person reported, crying.
Dao Lord Qiming’s face was pale. “Everyone, follow me to the Millennial Mausoleum!”
The wind whistled, and the banners flapped.
The demon—once the noble and lofty head disciple of the Immortal Lord—hung in the air on her sword, her cold eyes looking down on the world.
The hunting wind, mixed with crystal-clear snowflakes, blew across her long eyelashes.
The people who had rushed over upon hearing the news were all shocked by this demon’s human form:
It was clearly a coiling snake, but now its back was held high. It made one imagine that when it was a soft-skinned snake, even if its flesh was soft, its bones within must have been sharp and aggressive.
But these were all secondary. What was most strange was her attire:
The blood-red wedding dress, its hem flying, was wrapped around an unseasonable, pure white mourning robe. In the strange demonic wind, it billowed and swayed.
Behind her, a whole expanse of bewitching, dusky red burned, so thick it could not be dispersed, almost clinging to the blood-stained wedding dress.
Extremely bewitching, extremely tragic, extremely beautiful.
All who saw it trembled.
Trembling at the demonic power leaking from the demon, and also bowing before her flying robes.
The Millennial Mausoleum held the remains of the Bright Snow Sect cultivators. Generally, after interment, a protective barrier would be placed.
Each person’s barrier was different, so they were layered on top of each other, becoming increasingly strong.
Han Xiao just tilted her head slightly, moved her hand, and formed a seal.
In an instant, the sky and earth changed color. The bewitching, dusky red was torn open by a roaring rift of thunder. Thousands of lightning bolts shot down from the crack like meteors hitting the earth, easily shattering the protective layer of the mausoleum.
Zhi Zhi was scared to death, clutching Jiang Chunai’s robe. “Senior Sister, Senior Sister, let’s go! We can’t beat this snake!”
She began to cry.
Sob, sob, I heard my sister say before that spiders can catch snakes, but I’ve never successfully caught a snake. Now I’m being chased by a giant snake!
Being chased is one thing, but this snake is also so beautiful. Unlike me, who has cultivated for so long and still can’t take human form. Under my veil, I still have two pairs of eyes!
And without exception, they were all crying in fear.
“Wind-Thunder Art?” Dao Lord Qiming was almost at her destination. Seeing the lightning bolts hitting the ground, she was surprised. “She’s already shown her true form, why is she still using the Wind-Thunder Art?”
She had seen the green miasma Han Xiao had produced just now. That stuff was more poisonous, more terrifying… But why was Han Xiao using this Wind-Thunder Art to break the protective layer?
“Could it be that she still thinks she’s a member of the Bright Snow Sect?”
Dao Lord Qiming frowned and suddenly said, “That’s right. The wind and thunder spiritual roots are also two of Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s spiritual roots.”
Immortal Lord Yang Nian possessed the three spiritual roots of wind, thunder, and earth. All her direct disciples had one or more of these three.
“But what are Han Xiao’s spiritual roots?”
Dao Lord Qiming did not get an answer. Instead, she saw the demon floating in the air suddenly dive into the ground!
To reassure Zhi Zhi, Jiang Chunai didn’t think much of it and just pulled Zhi Zhi to run into the distance. The two stopped for a while on a hill.
When Jiang Chunai looked up again, she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life—
It was as if someone had casually picked up the mountains and rivers, and paired phoenixes dotted the hillsides:
The cracked earth sank down, the sunken pits were flattened, and though the sky was dark, a strange, joyous color rose from the ground. Everywhere, faint fires burned.
Lamps everywhere, underworld lamps everywhere.
Reshaping the entire mausoleum was incredibly easy for such a demon god. In the blink of an eye, the world was turned upside down.
The demon hung high in the air, its black hair intertwining in the wind, letting out a long, tragic cry.
A thick mist slowly rose from the mausoleum, lifting up a coffin.
…A coffin?
Dao Lord Qiming was stunned and murmured to the person next to her, “Whose coffin is that? Han Xiao came to the Millennial Mausoleum not for the God-Binding Rope, but for… this coffin?”
Just saying it, Dao Lord Qiming herself found it hard to believe.
Han Xiao had revealed her true form and rushed to the Millennial Mausoleum, not for the God-Binding Rope, but for this coffin?
It was precisely for this coffin.
Han Xiao’s long eyes were downcast, watching her own robes and hem flutter in the wind—the blood-red dyeing the pure white mourning robes, the great red wedding dress stained with flying snow.
The coffin, following her will, slowly opened, revealing a corpse inside.
The corpse was covered with a white cloth. In the strange wind, the white cloth was lifted, revealing a large, long-dried hole.
The fine lines under Han Xiao’s eyes grew and thrived again, as if they would break through her skin.
Her heart stirred.
Tears fell again, dripping onto her palm.
…This was probably the only warm thing on her entire body.
The so-called wedding dress and mourning clothes were only to marry back her deceased wife.
The wind and thunder dual spiritual roots were Jiang Chunai’s spiritual roots. She had used the Wind-Thunder Art to break the protective layer of the mausoleum just to commemorate her.
The fierce wind blew, and the sky was filled with shattered jade. Han Xiao was instantly transported back to that day—the day of Jiang Chunai’s funeral.
She had woodenly supported the coffin. From that moment on, Han Xiao had already made her decision.
Some things, only after they are repaid, can one’s wish be fulfilled.
“…Jiang Chunai,” she murmured.
“Sect-Sect Leader! That coffin is Jiang Chunai’s coffin! She died last year. Her coffin is different from the others! That’s why I recognized it at a glance!”
Dao Lord Qiming was extremely surprised, her eyes wide. “Jiang Chunai’s coffin? She went through all that trouble just to open her coffin!”
In the sky, the tragic play was still unfolding: a wedding dress and mourning clothes to marry a deceased wife.
The crowd below was in an uproar, passing on what had happened and the story behind it by word of mouth.
Jiang Chunai pulled Zhi Zhi, and from the surging crowd, she heard her own name.
“Have you heard? That coffin is Jiang Chunai’s coffin!”
Jiang Chunai was stunned. When she looked down, the crimson-black lines on her wrist grew and thrived again at the wrong time.
She felt a sense of comforting repayment.
But she shouldn’t have felt this way.