Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 54

Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi both thought Jiang Chunai was a bit strange.
She had fiddled around inside, saying she would get them something to eat and drink, but had brought out nothing.
Jiang Chunai was greatly embarrassed. The only comfort was that Han Xiao hadn’t thrown another tantrum. Fortunately, her former self really liked to make things. There was still some dried flour, honey, and musk preserved by a secret method left in the room.
She made an excuse to slip out, set up a pot, and cast a spell, turning these ingredients into cooked stuffed lotus root, which she brought to Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi while it was still hot.
This cooked stuffed lotus root had to be eaten hot. The moment she came over, she told the two of them, “Don’t let it get cold. You eat first, and listen to me.”
As she had expected, Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi were busy eating and had no time to doubt the earlier clues.
Jiang Chunai said in passing, “Tell me, how did Cliff Master Mei arrange for you?”
Zhi Zhi burned her mouth on a slice of lotus root and cried out, “Ow, ow,” before finally saying, “Afterwards, Cliff Master Mei called me over again. She gave me this.”
As she spoke, she showed them a round pendant on her chest.
“The Cliff Master said that this thing can block my demonic aura, so that I can successfully blend in with the cultivators.”
Jiang Chunai nodded inattentively. “Oh, that’s good. Besides that, is there anything else?”
She really wasn’t listening carefully. Of her two ears, probably one and a half were listening for any movement from Han Xiao in the inner room.
Who knew what attention-grabbing method she would think of next?
“After blocking your demonic aura, did the Cliff Master arrange for you to do anything else?” Jiang Chunai asked again.
Zhi Zhi froze with a piece of lotus root wrapped in paper in her hand, even forgetting the burn in her mouth. “Huh? Senior Sister, I just said, the Cliff Master told me to be with the cultivators!”
“Oh, oh,” Jiang Chunai finally came back to her senses and covered it up very unnaturally. “Then how does she plan for you to blend in with the cultivators?”
Although Zhi Zhi was strange, she didn’t think too much of it.
After all, Senior Sister was someone who had died and come back to life. The things she was thinking about were probably things that a little spider with her shallow cultivation couldn’t think of. So she told Jiang Chunai how the Cliff Master had arranged things.
The Cliff Master had said that there were many cultivators in the Bright Snow Sect, especially under Immortal Lord Yang Nian. Because Han Xiao had betrayed the sect and Jiang Chunai had nominally died, there was almost no one to discipline the remaining people.
Hearing this, Jiang Chunai couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss.
Her Master had originally been the most promising person in the cultivation world to approach ascension, but because of a moment of impulsiveness, for the sake of the sect, she had risked going to the Nether Realm to bring back Han Xiao, and had paid for it with her life.
But what about now? The Bright Snow Sect had not developed as she had hoped. On the contrary, her disciple Han Xiao, in whom she had placed high hopes…
It was truly heartbreaking. Thinking of this, Jiang Chunai suddenly didn’t want to think about it anymore.
So she asked Lan Xu again how the Cliff Master had arranged for her.
Lan Xu said, “Zhi Zhi is wearing this pendant and a veil. After that, she’s no different from me.”
“Then do you need to use pseudonyms?”
Zhi Zhi shrugged and said that when she had transformed into a human, the name she had chosen was very casual and common, so it wasn’t necessary. As for Lan Xu, although she was not famous, she was, after all, the adopted daughter of Yu Lingzi of Yanqiu.
Ordinary people didn’t know, but some shrewd people certainly did.
“The Cliff Master said that you, Chunai, will use the pseudonym Yuexi, and she asked me to be called Yuelan, so that we can pretend to be sisters,” Lan Xu scratched her head and added, “But it can’t be considered pretending. After all, the same blood flows in our veins.”
That was also true. The two of them couldn’t be called fake sisters. They were all close relatives.
With the plan decided, Jiang Chunai asked them where they were staying. Zhi Zhi and Lan Xu said they didn’t know the way, but they knew where they were staying.
“Then I’ll take you there,” Jiang Chunai said.
However, just as she and the other two were walking to the door, a “clang” sound came from the inner room, as if something had fallen.
Zhi Zhi turned her head in confusion. “Senior Sister, what was that sound just now?”
A fire inexplicably ignited in Jiang Chunai’s heart.
But on the surface, she still had to smile and say, “Maybe something fell. When I was rummaging for things just now, I must not have put it away properly. When the time came, it rolled down. It’s alright, it was just one sound, nothing fell.”
As soon as her voice fell, another louder crash came from the inner room.
Zhi Zhi’s face was filled with fear. “Senior Sister, are you keeping some kind of animal in your home? Why is it so frequent?”
“Hehe, I’m keeping a mangy dog,” Jiang Chunai cursed, and without saying a word, she pulled the two of them forward. “I’ll take you there.”
While being dragged along, Zhi Zhi couldn’t help but look into her senior sister’s inner room. “A mangy dog? Senior Sister, you actually have a mangy dog in your room?!”
“Next time I come, you must let me see what this mangy dog looks like!”
“What’s there to see? It looks like a dog, ugly, with rough skin and thick flesh, and it deserves a beating.”
Zhi Zhi: …
So scary!
“Alright, goodbye,” Jiang Chunai sent Zhi Zhi and Lan Xu to their residence, gave them a few more instructions, and then said goodbye to them.
She let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, things had settled down. Next, she really had to go back and deal with that “mangy dog.”
Perhaps it was a momentary lapse. When they closed the door and said goodbye, none of the three, Jiang Chunai, Zhi Zhi, or Lan Xu, had noticed that in the bamboo forest not far away, someone was parting the dense leaves and looking in their direction.
And higher up, there was a giant green-black python, coiled around a bamboo, its golden vertical pupils not leaving for a moment, deeply and stickily fixed on Jiang Chunai.
On the way back, Jiang Chunai was still thinking about whether she should move.
Although this house was where she had lived before she died, in the eyes of everyone, it was a place where a dead person had lived. If she suddenly lit the lights and there were signs of life, it would surely arouse suspicion.
She decided to move on another day, or just go to Reflection Cliff and stay with the Cliff Master.
Through the mountains and waters, along the verdant scenery of the bamboo, Jiang Chunai returned home.
She had said she would, and she would. She had come back to deal with this “mangy dog.”
But her foot had just crossed the threshold when it was entangled by a snake and she couldn’t move.
It wrapped around her, wet, hot, and sticky, just like this snake’s current fiery gaze, which was stuck to her without a moment’s pause.
As if it would die without her, and she couldn’t shake it off.
Jiang Chunai was speechless for a moment.
In the end, she chose to squat down, untangle the snake from her ankle, and said, “What are you doing? It’s not like I’m not coming back. Get up, don’t stay on the ground.”
As she spoke, she held the snake in her palm and met its dark gold vertical pupils.
She was too close to the snake—she had also given the snake a chance.
The snake quickly flicked its long, thin tongue, licking her face.
The wet, hot feeling left a mark on her face, bringing with it a numbing sensation.
Snakes really have a talent for this, Jiang Chunai thought.
“Alright, alright, I’m back. Don’t kiss me. I don’t like kissing snakes directly,” Jiang Chunai said, and as she spoke, she carried the snake into the inner room and placed it on the bed.
Perhaps it was for revenge—Jiang Chunai had tried to turn Han Xiao into a small animal before, but she wouldn’t listen. In the end, she had asked her to stay in the blanket, but she was unwilling.
Jiang Chunai directly pressed the thick blanket firmly on Han Xiao’s body.
She wasn’t doing anything, just murdering her own snake.
With too much force, the snake let out a strange cry, leaving only its head, looking at her pitifully.
—The rest of its body was completely covered by Jiang Chunai in a fit of pique.
Fortunately, snakes couldn’t cry in this situation. Otherwise, Jiang Chunai would have felt guilty again.
“Alright, I’m here to settle scores with you,” Jiang Chunai said angrily. “You didn’t cooperate with me when they came just now, and you had to make all sorts of noises when you left. What were you trying to do?”
Unexpectedly, Han Xiao did not turn into a human, but just grunted, “They’ve all gone, why are you still bringing it up?”
Jiang Chunai: …
Is her brain not working properly after turning into a snake?
Jiang Chunai did not indulge her.
She reached down and easily pinched the snake’s vital point. “If you think I’ve done something wrong, or have a problem, you can go back to the Crimson Smelting City.”
“It’ll save me from having to worry about you staying in my home… do you think you did the right thing today?”
The snake was being pinched at its vital point on one hand, and on the other hand, it didn’t dare to make a sound.
She was holding her heart.
“It’s fine if you don’t answer me,” Jiang Chunai continued to pinch her vital point. “But you have to listen to me.”
“If you don’t listen to me, you go back. Are you going back or not?”
The snake, which had been playing deaf and dumb just now, immediately had a voice. “I’m not.”
“Then will you listen to me or not?”
“I will.”
Perhaps because its vital point was being pinched, or perhaps because it really didn’t want to leave, in short, Han Xiao submitted very quickly.
But it was only to Jiang Chunai that she submitted.
Her feelings for certain people were completely a matter of waxing and waning.
Since she had been wronged here by Jiang Chunai, she naturally had to get it back from others.
Junior Sister is blaming me now, isn’t it all because of those two unknown creatures?
“Alright,” Jiang Chunai let go of the snake. “You transform quickly, don’t keep being a snake.”
At the thought of having a slippery creature beside her when she slept at night, Jiang Chunai felt a lingering fear.
She thought she still preferred humans.
After being taught a lesson, Han Xiao was indeed very obedient to her and obediently transformed into a human.
Jiang Chunai casually picked up the snake egg on the side and asked Han Xiao, “This snake egg… was it this big when you took it out?”
Because she had been told by Jiang Chunai, after she had transformed, Han Xiao was quite obedient and lowered her head, tidying her clothes and hair. Only when Jiang Chunai called her did she look up.
“It was smaller then,” Han Xiao replied. “I’ve been raising it, so it’s slowly gotten bigger.”
“You raised it?” Jiang Chunai narrowed her eyes, a look of confusion on her face.
Han Xiao nodded lightly. “Yes, when you were not here, I was the one who carried it.”
…She was really good at taking the opportunity to show how hard she had worked.
However, this was not the main thing Jiang Chunai wanted to ask. What she had just said could only be considered an introduction.
Jiang Chunai said again, “It’s gotten bigger. Is that a sign that it’s about to hatch? How can this egg be hatched?”
“Mmm—does it come out as a snake?”
Jiang Chunai was full of curiosity about the unknown life.
Han Xiao’s long, thick crow-black lashes suddenly trembled. She approached Jiang Chunai and caressed the snake egg.
She said softly, “After I took the snake egg out of my sea of consciousness, I’ve always carried it with me, and I’ve fed it with my own essence from time to time, but to little effect, almost none.”
“Almost none?” Jiang Chunai was surprised.
Han Xiao nodded. “Yes, almost none. The reason it’s grown so big is because I went to the Crimson Smelting City. I transformed Pugu Yanxi’s former Spirit Gathering Hall, so that all the essence of the Spirit Gathering Hall would be gathered into this egg. Only then did it finally grow a little bigger.”
“So,” Han Xiao said again, and at the same time, she took Jiang Chunai’s hand, holding it tightly, their fingers intertwined. “If we want this little life to come out, we have to go back to the Nether Realm to hatch it. I think it has to stay in the Spirit Gathering Hall.”
“Can it only stay in the Spirit Gathering Hall?”
Han Xiao shook her head. “Not necessarily. It’s fine as long as it’s in the Nether Realm.”
Jiang Chunai’s heart skipped a beat when she heard this. “Why do we have to go back to the Nether Realm?”
“Because I came from the Nether Realm, and it came from my sea of consciousness.”
Jiang Chunai nodded thoughtfully. “So that’s how it is… that makes some sense, and no sense.”
Han Xiao tilted her head to look at her, her dark pupils still shining brightly. “Where does it make sense, and where does it not make sense?”
Jiang Chunai pouted, reached out, and casually pinched Han Xiao, saying, “Why, just because of you, can it only be born in the Nether Realm? You said I also have a part in it. Or are you just fooling me?”
“I’m not fooling you,” Han Xiao also said gloomily. “When it’s born, grows up, and has a human form, you’ll know if I’m lying to you.”
Jiang Chunai found Han Xiao, who could be provoked by just one sentence, very funny. She held back her laughter and asked her, “Then what should it be called, as a girl’s name?”
“I don’t know,” Han Xiao muttered, and at the same time, she leaned into Jiang Chunai’s arms. The position of the latter’s hand was just right, falling on her chest.
Soft, rising and falling. A little lower, and it was the fatal heart.
It was also the vital point she had just pinched.
Jiang Chunai, out of nowhere, said, “Fangcun*.”
Their occasional physical entanglements were within a square inch.
So much suppressed passion was also within a square inch.
Most importantly, her most vulnerable place was contained in this square inch.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chunai suddenly went deeper. The person in her arms immediately let out a strange gasp.
Han Xiao tilted her head, looking at her with an expression of not having had enough.
Her eyes were filled with emotion, her scarlet lips moist.
Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, Jiang Chunai lowered her head and kissed her.
She rolled over Han Xiao’s lips, slowly approaching the gate of her teeth.
Han Xiao’s hand also did not rest. Her right hand simply reached into Jiang Chunai’s collar and lightly hooked the shoulder strap of her peony-patterned dudou.
Their kisses were inseparable, until a low, hoarse moan that could not be held back came from their throats. The soft and charming female voices intertwined to form a symphony of passion.
But this was still not the end.
“Your Majesty, the Demon King…” Jiang Chunai called out to Han Xiao randomly, her nose lightly brushing against her cheek, enduring the pleasure in her body. “Don’t you have to go back and deal with political affairs?”
Her moist lips moved down, taking the tender flesh of her neck in her mouth. The hot kiss slowly lingered, and with the sucking and pulling, this soft-skinned snake was probably about to lose it again.
In a daze, Han Xiao opened her wet eyes. “Are political affairs more important than proper business?”
“Then do they know you’re like this, know we’re like this?”
“…Who cares if they know.”
On a mid-spring evening, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, with the occasional chirping of insects.
A few points of light suddenly flashed on a small path and quickly disappeared.
Those few points of light were not from a lantern, but from a spell.
The caster was Yan Linglong.
She had, as instructed, already arrived at the meeting place.
But… the person she was supposed to meet was late.
Yan Linglong was a bit anxious and walked around, but she was also afraid of making a bigger noise—even though the place they had chosen was usually deserted.
Who was she meeting today? Yan Linglong couldn’t think of it. She could only wait slowly.
Was it Aunt Wang, or Old Madam Liu?
These people, in terms of age, were all her elders. They had grown up in the Su family. When Yan Linglong was a child and had gone to the Su family to find her childhood friend, she had met them.
She had originally thought that these two were just nannies or servants of the Su family, until she entered the Bright Snow Sect and had her first meeting with people from the Mengling Immortal Manor.
It was only then that she knew that what she had thought was just what she had thought, and that it was not true.
For example, even her good childhood friend—the always sickly, weak-as-a-willow Su family’s eldest young lady, Su Jianqing, was actually a formation master.
It turned out that Jianqing also had her own talent in cultivation, but at that time, Yan Linglong hadn’t even set foot on the path of cultivation, so she didn’t know.
And as soon as she knew, she knew how outstanding Jianqing’s talent was: she could have, at the youngest age, become one of the formation masters that the immortal manor’s sect leader had intended to form—but because of her health, she could only hand over this leading opportunity to her cousin.
And later?
Yan Linglong’s memory gradually became blurred.
She only remembered that she had been a bit unhappy at that time—after all, Jianqing was so talented, yet she had never offered her any help in her cultivation before.
But she and Jianqing were good friends. Jianqing’s health was not good, she could not walk well, and at her worst, she had to use a wheelchair. What gave her hope was that over the years, with some of the treasures she had obtained as a spy in the Bright Snow Sect, Jianqing’s condition had improved.
It was said that she could walk.
Although they were no longer as close as before, Yan Linglong still hoped that her little childhood friend was well.
As she was thinking, someone tapped her on the shoulder from behind.
Yan Linglong turned around in a panic, and when she saw who it was, she couldn’t help but be shocked. And that person took the initiative to reach out and cover her open mouth.
The person who had come was none other than the Su Jianqing she had just been thinking about for a long time.
Jianqing was still as thin as she remembered, but her cheeks had become a little rosier. But her characteristic high cheekbones had not changed.
She had a pair of long, emotional peach blossom eyes, as if they were filled with a pool of autumn rain.
Su Jianqing was still wearing a long moon-white shirt today, which seemed to be stained with some dew, wet.
Their Mengling Immortal Manor liked to wear elegant colors like moon-white, water-green, and peach-red. Otherwise, how could they highlight the “immortal” in “immortal manor”?
“Hmm, don’t be surprised,” Su Jianqing said with a slight smile, and at the same time, she let go of her hand. “The real thing, I’m here.”
Yan Linglong finally recovered from her surprise. “Ah, Jianqing, Jianqing, you’re actually here? You can walk such a long way now?”
As she spoke, she also looked Su Jianqing up and down, up and down, left and right, carefully, not missing a single corner, wanting to know if her best childhood friend had really recovered, if she was really well.
Su Jianqing laughed softly and said, “I just said, the real thing has arrived.”
Yan Linglong took a long time to calm down her excitement, but this was not all. She continued to chatter a lot.
Things like long time no see, I didn’t expect it to be you.
The two of them were old friends who hadn’t seen each other for a long time. When they met, they naturally had to talk a lot.
But Su Jianqing appeared to be not very interested. She would occasionally reply to Yan Linglong’s words. Finally, she interrupted, “By the way, Linglong, do you know why it’s me who came to see you today?”
Her sudden, cold interruption made Yan Linglong stunned for a moment.
Her big eyes looked blankly at that pair of emotional peach blossom eyes. The affection in her eyes could not be said to be very tender.
“I came here, first of all, of course, to see you. Secondly, I came here for a more important matter. I don’t feel at ease leaving it to others,” Su Jianqing said, keeping her in suspense.
As she had expected, when Yan Linglong heard the first half of the sentence, her originally uneasy face suddenly blossomed with radiance.
Everything was as she had thought. Although the years had passed, Yan Linglong had not changed: when she was a child, she liked to follow her, to follow her every command; as she grew up, it was no exception. Her joys and sorrows were still controlled by her every move.
Just look at Yan Linglong’s reaction now.
After Yan Linglong had finished being happy, she subconsciously asked, “Then, Jianqing, what is the purpose of you personally coming to find me this time? Has your health gotten better recently? Do you still need the Zhaoyang Water?”
“The Zhaoyang Water can be used,” Su Jianqing said, but her tone was much lower. “But to maintain my life, just a few mouthfuls of Zhaoyang Water is not enough.”
Yan Linglong couldn’t help but think of the Mengling Immortal Manor’s last action.
Although the sect leader of the Mengling Immortal Manor was not surnamed Su, she was still a member of the Su family—she was related to the Su family by marriage.
So, to ensure the safety of the eldest young lady of the Su family, Su Jianqing, the sect leader had planned this intrusion into the Bright Snow Sect’s Zhaoyang Forbidden Ground.
And Yan Linglong had played the role of a guide and a cover in this.
The days of being a spy were always hard to bear.
Especially for a long, long time. So long that Yan Linglong had almost forgotten which side she should be on.
She had only gone to the Mengling Immortal Manor once, and she hadn’t even been formally accepted as a disciple before she was sent to the Bright Snow Sect to become a disciple of Dao Lord Qiming.
In other words, Yan Linglong’s entire cultivation path was for the Mengling Immortal Manor, for the Su family.
And now, to go a step further, it was for Su Jianqing.
Yan Linglong had never really cared much about the burden of her family. All she wanted to hold on to was the friendship between her and her friend.
She and Jianqing had been good friends since they were children. Even though Jianqing had hidden things from her.
Her thoughts were cut off here.
Yan Linglong looked up, her tone anxious and restless. “Then, Jianqing, what should I do to help you?”
Her good childhood friend had traveled a thousand miles, and was not even able to walk well, to personally deliver her a message. It must be a big matter.
Then, Yan Linglong would certainly not go against her wishes.
For Jianqing, she could do anything.
“Hmm, it’s like this,” Su Jianqing signaled for Yan Linglong to come closer. She whispered in her ear, “Pay attention, are there any new cultivators in your sect recently…”
“By ‘new cultivators,’ I mean suspicious ones, for example, the kind who often contact a certain elder, but you don’t remember her at all.”
Han Xiao had a dream.
In the dream, she was in her original snake form, coiled around a bamboo.
Just like today, when she had been coiled in the bamboo forest, spying to her heart’s content: Lan Xu seemed to be reluctant to part with Jiang Chunai’s departure, and kept talking to her.
This had enraged Han Xiao.
She remembered clearly which hand Lan Xu had stretched out—the hand that had wanted to pull Jiang Chunai.
Her anger had to have an outlet.
But the scene in the dream was not simple:
In the bamboo forest, every bamboo had a bloody piece of meat hanging from it.
Raw, bleeding, and stuck on the sharp tips of the bamboo.
The sky was a vast bloody mist, a scarlet red.
There were mountains in the distance, which had swallowed the sun, and the mountain peaks had spat out a pool of red clouds, covering the mid-sky. The whole place was plunged into a strange red, just like a mangled corpse, leaking a mouthful of fresh blood after being chewed.
At its most fishy and thickest, the clouds in the sky couldn’t hold it. Then the fresh blood leaked onto those pieces of bloody meat: raw, and still bleeding.
“Han Xiao, do you see those empty bamboo tips? It’s not enough…” that strange voice was still full of seduction, wanting her to hang bloody meat on the remaining empty bamboo tips.
She was dazed. “What else should I do?”
He was Chongji.
Lord Chongji, where was he born?
He was born everywhere, he was everywhere.
This was the strongest of the gods formed from Nuwa’s intestines, Lord Chongji.
Han Xiao quickly realized her shallowness.
So she subconsciously said, “I understand, my Lord.”
Finally, the thick mist dissipated. She got up from the dream, soaking wet, and saw Jiang Chunai.
At some point, Jiang Chunai had woken up. Seeing her awake, she raised an eyebrow and teased her, “Your Majesty, the Demon King, after you’ve been promoted, has even your sleep become so deep?”
It should be known that the cultivators of the Bright Snow Sect all abided by the sect’s rules and regulations, especially people of Jiang Chunai and Han Xiao’s level. They would certainly not be lazy and fond of sleeping.
Han Xiao knew she was teasing her, but she was not willing to tell Jiang Chunai about the things in her dream—perhaps, it was not a dream at all.
Thinking of this, Han Xiao simply wrapped herself in the blanket and admitted generously, “Yes, I’m going to continue my hibernation.”
Jiang Chunai: …
This dead snake was really getting more and more shameless.
“Then you can sleep. I’m leaving.”
Without waiting for Han Xiao to react, Jiang Chunai quickly left.
Last night, she had had a bloody dream.
Fangcun: Can refer to the heart. Here, Chunai can crush Han Xiao with a pinch (?)