Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 40

Jiang Chunai stared fixedly at the heart-stopping scene unfolding before her.
Compared to Zhi Zhi, who was still clutching her sleeve and refusing to let go, muttering to herself, Jiang Chunai appeared much calmer.
“Alright, alright, Zhi Zhi, there are many people here, and the Bright Snow Sect cultivators just said that the elders have set up a protective formation. We’ll be fine.”
Zhi Zhi cried, four streams of clear tears flowing down her face. “Okay, okay, but Senior Sister Chunai, did you hear what they were saying just now?”
“I heard it,” Jiang Chunai said, her eyes focused. She took Zhi Zhi’s hand in hers and continued to comfort her, “It’s alright, I’m here.”
Zhi Zhi’s four eyes met that pair of clear, glass-like pupils, and her anxious heart finally calmed down.
Senior Sister is truly too composed.
Jiang Chunai brushed a stray strand of hair from her ear and said in a low voice, “I find it strange too.”
In fact, she had found every day of her cultivation in Yanqiu strange.
She remembered that desolate year of ice and snow, and then she had lost her parents. What happened next? When she opened her eyes again, she had become a disciple of Yanqiu.
That woman said she was a descendant of Nuwa. That was fine, of course.
But a thorn had always been stuck in Jiang Chunai’s heart: she had never known that a person could lose years of their life out of thin air, and grow several years older just like that.
She couldn’t have gone from a young child to her current age in an instant.
Jiang Chunai had thought she had never had any contact with cultivation, but the moment she picked up a sword, she knew how to slash, chop, and thrust, not a single basic skill was lacking.
To say she learned quickly was less accurate than to say she already had a foundation.
And the senior sisters’ reticence… all of it was a secret.
And just now, she seemed to have found the answer.
The snake demon hovering in the air was the “demon” from the Si Tian Que prophecy. When the snow falls this winter, a demon will be born.
Indeed.
But what terrified Jiang Chunai was that the coffin the demon had opened was, according to the Bright Snow Sect cultivators, “Jiang Chunai’s” coffin.
…She had died once, hadn’t she?
And she strangely remembered things from her childhood, otherwise, her name would probably have been changed.
If she hadn’t been curious and come to the Bright Snow Sect with Zhi Zhi, she might never have known whose coffin the demon had opened.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chunai looked up:
Han Xiao was now gathering her spiritual energy, creating a black lotus in mid-air, its petals blooming one by one, brilliantly dark and otherworldly.
It was like an empty door had been set up, waiting for something to enter.
“Senior Sister Chunai, don’t you find it strange?” Zhi Zhi whispered.
Jiang Chunai nodded lightly. “Strange, and not strange.”
Zhi Zhi’s hand, which had been clutching her sleeve, suddenly loosened. She stared at Jiang Chunai’s profile in a daze.
The bright light of the wedding candles danced in that translucent, glass-like eye.
Han Xiao mobilized the demon core in her body, forcing open the strange black lotus.
The reshaped mausoleum was shrouded in black energy. Under the demon’s command, wisps of essence from various souls floated in the air, slowly pouring into the black lotus.
Although it was called a “lotus,” the petals, upon closer inspection, were writhing black snakes.
“What is she doing?!” someone on the ground asked in terror, their legs shaking. “Is she sucking the essence of the dead in the mausoleum?”
“What essence do the dead have? She’s clearly sucking out their souls! The souls of our sect’s cultivators still remain in their bones, able to continue protecting the sect after their death.”
A cultivator was stunned. “Then, what is Senior Sister Han Xiao trying to do? Is she trying to suck these souls away and then inject them into that coffin?”
The crowd was silent for a moment, then quickly realized that the female cultivator was right, but only half right.
Han Xiao suddenly waved her hand, and the snake lotus bloomed again. A vast black mist instantly poured out, covering the earth.
In the midst of it, the only source of light was the black snake lotus floating in the sky.
“It’s over! Everyone, protect yourselves! This demon is sucking our energy!” someone discovered the abnormality and cried out in alarm.
Han Xiao indifferently lifted her gaze, her eyes sweeping over the ant-like crowd below, and flipped her hand.
Following Han Xiao’s movement, the brilliantly blooming snake lotus suddenly closed, and the golden light was cut off, leaving only a few strands.
The absorbed souls were then transmitted, wisp by wisp, into the brown coffin.
A pale golden bridge, forged from the souls of the dead, was erected in the sky.
One end in life, the other in the afterlife.
But…
Although the plan was successful, Han Xiao was not one to be complacent—she soon realized something was wrong.
There was still no sign from Jiang Chunai inside the coffin.
Even the gaping hole in her chest had not healed.
But another strange point arose.
She could feel the lines under her eyes pulsing with the rhythm of life.
Life and death seemed to be separated by only a thin line.
But this distance… was not the one bridged by that golden bridge.
Han Xiao suddenly felt a metallic taste in her throat.
She had consumed too much of her internal energy, and even her demon core was almost unable to support her. Moreover, she had just broken the seal, and her body had not yet fully recovered.
In other words, this was her limit. It was unlikely she could go any further.
“Hiss,” she flicked her tongue, her dark gold and black eyes staring straight at a distant mountain peak as she murmured, “What’s going on?”
There was no reaction at all.
“Hahaha… wonderful, all of it, all of it is gathering here to me! You will definitely come back to life!”
On the other side of the mountain, Zhang Ziga excitedly held a lamp.
Wisp after wisp of golden essence continuously gathered in the center of the lamp!
If a Bright Snow Sect cultivator had seen this, they would never have believed that this was the ferocious expression that the kind-hearted medical elder, Zhang Ziga, could make.
Zhang Ziga was born with a kind face and an immortal’s bearing. Her smile had always been of only one kind: amiable.
But now, she was showing all sorts of triumphant, sinister, and savage, fierce smiles.
Her phoenix eyes were full of greed, greedily watching the golden light gathering in the lamp.
“Xiao’er, you will be resurrected… I went through so much trouble to get this…”
Before her affectionate confession was finished, there was a loud bang, and the huge rock behind Zhang Ziga began to shake!
“Who’s there!” Zhang Ziga reacted in an instant, immediately trying to hide the lamp in her arms.
However, her reaction was a bit slow.
A sword came from the west, mixed with a purple-green sword energy that suddenly struck, forcing her to be separated from her lamp.
“Purple-Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword?” Zhang Ziga was thrown several dozen feet away. She gritted her teeth, got up, and looked up to see a figure arriving gracefully.
The person had a pair of alert cat-like eyes and a sturdy build, unlike these immortals who pursued an ethereal, immortal-like bearing.
It was Mei Shengchi.
…The moment the sword had flown over, she should have known it was Mei Shengchi.
After all, among the cultivators in the sect who could still use the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword with such proficiency, there were only a dozen or so.
And among these dozen, the only ones who had the ability to injure her were Han Xiao, Jiang Chunai, and Mei Shengchi.
The first two, one was mad, one was dead. So, it was obvious who the remaining person was.
“Hmph, Elder Zhang,” Mei Shengchi’s voice was loud and clear as she strode forward, step by step, sneering, “Han Xiao is currently fighting Fuguang and the others, and you’re here reaping the benefits?”
“I wonder how the battle is going on Han Xiao’s side. If she succeeds, she’s probably still wondering why, after she used so much demonic power, there’s no reaction from Jiang Chunai’s coffin at all!”
The golden bridge that had been built out of thin air, one end leading to the living souls of the dead, the other not leading to Jiang Chunai, but…
“Zhang Ziga, you’re as bold as Yin Zhuyun, or perhaps, even bolder!” Mei Shengchi shouted sternly, and with another palm strike, sent Zhang Ziga flying two dozen feet away.
Yin Zhuyun was Immortal Lord Yang Nian’s true name.
Zhang Ziga slowly got up and said indistinctly, “Cliff Master, you don’t go resist the demon, but instead turn your blade against a fellow disciple. What is your intention?”
Blood seeped from her flesh.
The porcelain-white skin was suddenly stained with blood. It was not a pretty sight.
“Turn my blade against a fellow disciple?” Mei Shengchi continued to sneer. “I’m not doing that. Fighting Han Xiao is resisting a demon. Coming here now to capture you is also resisting a demon!”
Before she could finish, Mei Shengchi suddenly moved, her long sword thrusting straight at Zhang Ziga.
Zhang Ziga could only engage in battle, fighting as she retreated.
“…What’s the use of hitting me? You’re so powerful, why don’t you go fight Han Xiao?” she was still being stubborn. “I’m just a medical cultivator, I don’t know how I’ve offended you!”
“Mei Shengchi, people say you have a strange temper, do you deny it? Otherwise, why would you attack me without distinguishing right from wrong?”
Mei Shengchi had the complete upper hand. With one strike, she tore Zhang Ziga’s sleeve, not falling for her trick, but instead sternly questioning her, “Zhang Ziga, you told Han Xiao there was a divine artifact in the mausoleum. Why didn’t you tell her that you also have a divine artifact?”
“Wh-what divine artifact!” Zhang Ziga’s face changed drastically, as if she had swallowed a fly.
“That lamp just now… to be precise, not the lamp, isn’t that the ‘Wandering Soul Candle’?” Mei Shengchi pressed on, shouting, “Don’t think I don’t know about your past!”
As it turned out, Zhang Ziga used to have a mortal lover who was on the verge of death. She had tried every means to get the sect’s medical cultivators to save him, but they were all helpless. Zhang Ziga could only watch her lover die in despair, and from then on, she wasted many years of her cultivation time.
“It’s not that you didn’t have the strength to become a powerful sword cultivator, but that you couldn’t get over your love sickness back then and wasted many years. But you were unwilling to let your lover die…”
For Zhang Ziga to be able to rank among the elders, she naturally had considerable talent.
“So, you willingly became a medical cultivator, wasn’t it just for this day? Day and night, you put your lover’s lamp in the Bright Lamp Pavilion as if no one was there… what about it?”
“Because the sect didn’t acknowledge her, didn’t recognize her. She couldn’t enter the Bright Snow Sect while she was alive, and even after she died, her remains and lamp could not be kept in the Bright Snow Sect. So you harbored regret, and lit a lamp for her in the Bright Lamp Pavilion.”
Seeing her secrets exposed, Zhang Ziga cried out in agitation, “Shut up! You old thing, aren’t you the same? You think you’re so righteous, so what? Yin Zhuyun still brought a demon god like Han Xiao back to the sect. You’re so righteous, do you still like her?”
Mei Shengchi sneered, “Who I like or not has nothing to do with you. No matter how unrighteous Yin Zhuyun was, she left a backup plan. Do you really think she would just bring such a demon back to the sect without leaving a backup plan?”
“On the contrary, you, to resurrect your old lover, you did such a thing,” Mei Shengchi said with a frown.
Zhang Ziga returned a cold smile. “On the contrary, me? You have the nerve to say such a thing! Then tell me why Yin Zhuyun risked her life to bring Han Xiao out of the Nether Realm!”
“You say it so nicely, to revitalize the sect! To revitalize an immortal sect, you need to bring back a demon that has been in chaos for thousands of years! If word gets out, it’s the biggest joke in the world!” she shrieked. “She died, and instead got a good reputation for ‘dying in defense of the righteous path.’ Isn’t that ridiculous?”
Mei Shengchi said sternly, “Shut up!”
As she spoke, she recited an energy-channeling mantra, wanting to snatch the Wandering Soul Candle back.
“I won’t! I’m telling you,” Zhang Ziga said, enduring the blood in her throat and running toward the Wandering Soul Candle, “you all are nothing, a piece of shit!”
She couldn’t let the Wandering Soul Candle, which had gathered so much essence, get away.
Her Xiao’xiao was hidden in this lamp.
She couldn’t die. Or rather, she could die, but Xiao’xiao couldn’t!
However, Mei Shengchi did not give her a chance to get close. Another vast wave of sword intent cut Zhang Ziga off from the Wandering Soul Candle.
She reached out, and her hand was instantly covered in blood, a mangled mess.
The Wandering Soul Candle fell from the lamp outside. The flame that had been flickering just a moment ago was instantly extinguished.
Zhang Ziga cried out in grief, “Xiao’xiao, Xiao’xiao—”
“Surrender, Zhang Ziga. For the sake of your status as a sect elder, I will spare your life for now,” Mei Shengchi said, taking two steps in one, wanting to lift her up.
However, Zhang Ziga was extremely resistant, using all her strength to push Mei Shengchi away and crying out, “What do you know? Get lost!”
“Righteousness, righteousness, in the end, isn’t it all for one’s own self-interest! It’s just that her self-interest is greater, concerning the so-called sect… but isn’t that still for her own reputation? What right do you have to accuse me of being selfish?”
Mei Shengchi’s frown deepened. “Shut up. I’m not just accusing you, but the matter at hand is that you colluded with this demon, intending to subvert the sect and even the world!”
“I won’t,” Zhang Ziga said, enduring the churning pain in her gut and continuing to curse, “don’t be so sanctimonious at a time like this.”
“You talk about me, you accuse me, for no other reason. It’s because I am Zhang Ziga, and she is Yin Zhuyun!” she laughed into the wind, her dark hair whipping around wildly, her laughter shrill and sinister, “Hahahaha, hahahaha!”
The jade hairpin on her head shattered, clattering against the wind, the sound growing more bizarre.
Mei Shengchi’s face grew even paler.
“It’s human nature to be biased. You blame me, that’s also human nature. I used the Wandering Soul Candle in the hope of resurrecting Xiao’xiao, isn’t that also human nature? Why are you so harsh on me?” Zhang Ziga’s voice lowered. “Alright, let’s leave it at that.”
Mei Shengchi blinked. “What?”
“We don’t seek to live together, but we seek to die together. If I cannot live, I will not live in disgrace,” she murmured, and a strangulation mark appeared on her neck out of thin air.
Mei Shengchi suddenly shouted, “Stop!”
However, Zhang Ziga ignored her. The strangulation marks on her neck deepened, one after another, creating bloody imprints.
“My death is not worth regretting. As for you, you pride yourself on being fair and just, don’t you? Then I want to see how you will deal with Han Xiao!”
Heaven’s law is not just.
Otherwise, my plan would not have failed, Zhang Ziga murmured, listening to the whistling wind.
It was like her past, the little moments she had spent with her lover. But now, it was all ravaged and drowned by the wind and snow.
Before she closed her eyes, Zhang Ziga vaguely looked in Han Xiao’s direction—
The black lotus bloomed brilliantly, shimmering in the interplay of light and shadow.
This little girl, she was tricked by me.
But her potential is much higher than mine, Zhang Ziga murmured, and in a fantasy and unrealistic expectation, she closed her eyes.
She had killed herself.
Mei Shengchi’s face was ashen. She bent down to pick up the shattered Wandering Soul Candle, and without a moment to think, rushed toward where Han Xiao was.
The black lotus was still dazzlingly bright.
Han Xiao felt a cold sweat.
Her demon core could no longer support her consumption.
This vast expanse of black mist was all her own doing. At the same time, she had trapped Dao Lord Qiming and the others, not allowing them to approach half a step.
She only hoped that these souls would continuously pour into Jiang Chunai’s coffin, hoping that Zhang Ziga could help.
But…
The golden bridge that hung in the air was slowly dissipating.
And inside the coffin, it was as usual. The deceased was still the deceased.
Han Xiao’s fingertips trembled, her teeth clenched.
A river of blood, like a scarlet ribbon, flowed on the ground. If anyone dared to touch it, they would be surprised to find that the boiling blood was actually cold!
Han Xiao gritted her teeth.
Finally, the bridge of souls, formed by the living and the dead, suddenly broke—
Zhang Ziga was dead. Han Xiao suddenly realized this, and at the same time, a loud voice came from across the space:
“Sunken Moon, Brushing Stars, set up the formation, capture this demon!”
In an instant, the black sky suddenly cleared. The clouds parted to reveal the moon, and the starlight and moonlight scattered in all directions.
“Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword!” Under the vast night sky, a wave of purple-green sword energy suddenly appeared, like a free-flowing silver river, striking straight at the demon that had resisted until now.
Han Xiao had not expected someone to be able to break her formation in such a short time. She did not withdraw her hand, and the black lotus was instantly dyed red. She anxiously pulled her hand back, took several steps back, and struggled to hover in the air.
A cloud of green mist formed under her feet, barely supporting Han Xiao and preventing her from falling.
Han Xiao frowned deeply, looking in the direction the sword energy had come from.
The clouds parted, and a tall, slender figure was revealed, standing majestically.
It was none other than the one who had once questioned her if she had a clear conscience…
Cliff Master Mei.
“Han Xiao, I, the Cliff Master, advise you to stop now! You have already committed a monstrous crime. If you still have a shred of humanity left, then withdraw your formation and return peace to the sect!”
Her pupils, a mixture of black and dark gold, reflected the brilliant light.
Han Xiao finally spoke, “Since the Cliff Master already knows I have committed a monstrous crime, why say more?”
One step further was a bottomless abyss.
And one step back was still ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine feet.
“Don’t you be unrepentant,” Mei Shengchi said loudly. “Your accomplice—you know who she is—has already been captured!”
“Besides, she was bluffing you. I didn’t set up a formation just now. Did you see those souls being of any use?”
Han Xiao was silent.
She had consumed more than half of her demonic power just now. It was already difficult for a demon to maintain human consciousness.
The red and white, the overlapping hems of her skirts flew, mixed with her black hair. Under the starlight and moonlight, it made her look even more like a god or ghost from the underworld.
Even Mei Shengchi couldn’t help but sigh.
The once noble and cold head disciple of the Immortal Lord, to have come to this day…
In the past, in the Bright Snow Sect, if someone had asked who would have the most promising future, no one would have answered with a name other than “Han Xiao.”
At the same time, no one would have doubted who would become famous and leave their name in history…
But now, there was only one path waiting for Han Xiao.
Eternal infamy.
Yin Zhuyun, ah, Yin Zhuyun, why would you do such a thing? In fact, even now, Mei Shengchi still found it strange.
But the progress of events did not allow her to be surprised. She had to deal with this matter first.
“Yes, I know she’s dead,” Han Xiao finally said.
Mei Shengchi cleared her throat and said loudly again, “Do you know she tricked you? It’s true there’s a God-Binding Rope in the mausoleum, but she had a Wandering Soul Candle in her hand! You were here sucking the souls and spiritual energy of the living and the dead, but it was all for her benefit!”
She deliberately used spiritual energy to embellish her voice, just so that Han Xiao could hear the content of the conversation more clearly.
“I only let you hear these words.”
—She was probably Yang Nian’s most beloved disciple. I don’t want to be too harsh on her, Mei Shengchi thought. I have to leave her some leeway.
Besides, she’s still Jiang Chunai’s lover…
What exactly had influenced Mei Shengchi was unknown.
“No. I have already come this far,” Han Xiao laughed sinisterly, her voice equally strange and ethereal. “Besides, I knew long ago that Zhang Ziga had other intentions…”
But she had acquiesced to it. Whether it was Zhang Ziga using her, or the other way around, she had acquiesced.
Only after it is repaid, can one’s wish be fulfilled.
She had never had a real pact with Jiang Chunai.
But she couldn’t wait any longer. Even if it was just her own wishful thinking, her own infatuation.
What she had done today, she had done.
From today on, she was Jiang Chunai’s Dao companion, she was her wife.
“Are you truly unrepentant?” Mei Shengchi said sternly.
Han Xiao replied in kind, “She failed, but I will not.”
“You really won’t?” Mei Shengchi sneered. “This formation today was set up for you!”
With that, the two figures of Sunken Moon and Brushing Stars immediately came to life, forming a formation on the left and right, above and below.
“This is the Snake-Slaying Formation.”
In an instant, a strong smell of realgar wine sprayed out, and an unknown liquid poured down like rain.
The power of Han Xiao’s demon core overflowed. The reshaped earth was everywhere her blood and bones. Stimulated by the realgar wine, her expression suddenly changed.
“…Snake-Slaying Formation? You set up a formation today?” Han Xiao was extremely surprised, feeling a piercing pain in her spine.
Mei Shengchi smiled confidently. “I didn’t set up the formation today.”
“The head disciple of the Immortal Lord is indeed too confident. On that day, she was already eager to show her snake nature.”
Han Xiao stared fixedly at Mei Shengchi, pondering the meaning behind her words.
On that day, when was that?
Mei Shengchi, Mei Shengchi. She repeated the Cliff Master’s name, thinking back to her last meeting with her, and finally remembered something strange.
As it turned out, on that day when she was about to be married, she had met with all the elders.
Even Mei Shengchi had come out then.
She had appeared strangely, and with “good intentions,” had greeted her and even shaken her hand.
At that time, Han Xiao had thought Mei Shengchi’s temperament had changed drastically.
“Tell me, the sweat in your palm at that time… was it because you were afraid? Or because of your nature? Or perhaps, both?”
Did that make you suspicious?
Mei Shengchi raised her voice. “Not suspicious, but I increased the dosage—I’ve been investigating this matter since Jiang Chunai’s death.”
“Are you truly without guilt? You are guilty, yet you do such a thing!” she chided, still hoping that Han Xiao would quickly surrender. “Han Xiao, I’ll give you one more chance. If you withdraw your spell now, I will also withdraw the formation, and the disaster will end here.”
However, Han Xiao flatly refused.
“As the Cliff Master said, Han Xiao has come this far, there is no turning back,” she said gloomily, her gaze falling on Jiang Chunai’s coffin again. “Han Xiao and Jiang Chunai cannot live together, but we ask for… intertwined branches and a shared tomb.”
In just one day, seeing two people say “we don’t seek to live together,” Mei Shengchi couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy.
“What are you planning to do?”
Han Xiao did not answer her question first, but instead transformed.
In an instant, the bloody azure behind her dissipated like smoke. Han Xiao transformed into a giant roaming dragon-python and flew straight to carry away Jiang Chunai’s coffin in its mouth!
“Sunken Moon, Brushing Stars, quick, stop it!” Mei Shengchi ordered urgently, also reciting a mantra herself.
In an instant, the clouds and mist dissipated. The cultivators who had not seen the sun just now also found a target and attacked the giant snake in the sky.
Waves of sword energy of all colors, and crossbow bolts were fired at the same time. The giant snake, without its barrier, was no longer as indestructible as before. Inch by inch, fresh blood gushed out.
But no matter how many arrows, it did not stop the giant snake.
The giant snake was determined, only remembering to carry away the coffin that held the corpse.
In the end, people only heard the snake say coldly, “She belongs to me.”
She couldn’t steal the God-Binding Rope, so she had to take Jiang Chunai.
The tear that fell in the Cave of Severed Affections that day had shattered the shell of her heart, which she had thought was made of copper and iron. Han Xiao only later realized that she had always been the one trapped, sealed by the pretense of being cold and unloving.
We don’t seek to live in the same house, but we seek to die in the same grave.
We cannot have a harmonious life, we cannot be deeply in love.
Then we must be intertwined branches and a shared tomb, we must be inseparable in life and death.
She could have muddled through for thousands of years, but only at this moment did she need to be clear and acknowledge it.
She would definitely succeed.
Zhang Ziga had failed, but she would not.
The long river of cold blood still flowed.
Later, it was recorded in history that the great senior sister of the Bright Snow Sect, Han Xiao, was a demon king who had been in chaos for thousands of years. One day, she broke her seal and revealed her true form. The immortal sects joined forces to defeat her. She fled in haste, her whereabouts unknown.
In the midst of the clamor, different people had different reactions.
The cultivators who had always worshipped the head disciple of the Immortal Lord, Han Xiao, were crying. “What should we do? How can our great senior sister be a demon?”
Their great senior sister being a demon was tantamount to shattering the Dao heart they had always insisted on in their cultivation.
Their role model, like a great mountain, had collapsed.
As for Dao Lord Qiming, she was still dealing with the aftermath: the Bright Snow Sect was now in a complete mess because of this.
They had invited the hundred immortal sects for Han Xiao’s pact ceremony, only to be made a laughingstock!
Being a laughingstock was secondary…
She suspected that some people were fishing in troubled waters.
Dao Lord Qiming anxiously called over Jing Shun and gave him some instructions.
Jiang Chunai calmed Zhi Zhi down and then walked up the mountain.
She had just heard some things.
Some about her, and some about that “demon.”
She knew what the immortal who had slain the demon looked like.
Other cultivators had an ethereal, immortal-like bearing, with beautiful faces, but she was different. She was more eye-catching, easier to find.
She had found out this immortal’s name.
“Mei… Cliff Master Mei,” she said tentatively.
Mei Shengchi was stunned. When she turned her head, she saw a completely unfamiliar face.
But that pair of light, glass-like pupils, she was all too familiar with.
One smile, and it was the green of early spring, the clear harmony of midsummer.