Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 55

“The dream was just like that… full of blood and flesh,” Jiang Chunai said, her face grave as she sat opposite Mei Shengchi, her tone equally deep.
Mei Shengchi frowned tightly. “You’re saying this dream was full of blood and flesh, and that there were also bamboo tips without blood or flesh?”
“That’s right,” Jiang Chunai nodded and continued, “Not only that, I also heard a voice, constantly saying in my ear, ‘it’s not enough, it’s not enough’…”
Mei Shengchi: “What’s not enough? Does it mean the blood and flesh are not enough?”
Jiang Chunai nodded again. “Besides that, I don’t know what else is ‘not enough’.”
The master and disciple fell into a silent contemplation, pondering Jiang Chunai’s inexplicable dream.
This was not the first time Jiang Chunai had had such a strange dream, and the content of the dream had nothing to do with her.
In the past, Jiang Chunai would have been confused. She had never seen, experienced, or encountered such a thing, so why would she dream of such a thing?
But now, Jiang Chunai was no longer confused. She knew the source of this seemingly strange dream.
It was Han Xiao’s dream.
After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Chunai continued, “In the dream, I also heard… this should be Han Xiao’s voice, she said, she knows, Lord Chongji.”
“She knows?” Mei Shengchi raised an eyebrow with interest. “Yes, ‘it’s not enough,’ it’s about her.”
“What’s not enough, Cliff Master? Does He mean that the number of times the Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation has been activated is not enough? There are six ancient divine artifacts in total, and it has been activated four times now. Then where will the fifth and sixth times be activated?” Jiang Chunai could no longer hold back and threw out all the questions in her heart.
But Mei Shengchi said faintly, “I would also like to know the answer to this question. Before that, let’s continue with the matter of you and Han Xiao’s ’empathy’ and ‘shared dreams’.”
“Why do you think the two of you have ’empathy’ and ‘shared dreams’?”
Jiang Chunai was suddenly silent.
Before this, she had never thought about this question.
She had taken her empathy and shared dreams with Han Xiao for granted, but she had never thought about when this feeling had started.
“Probably…” she hesitated, struggling to speak, “after I accidentally had a skin-to-skin contact with her in the Ice Soul Secret Realm?”
Although this matter had become a foregone conclusion and had happened a long time ago, it was still embarrassing to say it out loud.
But Mei Shengchi held her chin and continued to ask, “Think carefully again, is it really like that? Before you broke into the Ice Soul Secret Realm, was there any strange movement in your body?”
“My… strange movement in my body?”
With Mei Shengchi’s words, Jiang Chunai suddenly had a revelation.
She carefully recalled the past—the feeling of a heart beating with emotions that did not belong to her in her chest, it seemed it had happened before.
“Someone said that Senior Sister Chunai never showed any mercy when she was slaying demons, right?” Mei Shengchi continued to guide her.
Never showing any mercy, such an evaluation seemed not to fit Jiang Chunai’s character.
Jiang Chunai hesitated. “I understand, Cliff Master, but before this, I was also a senior sister of the Bright Snow Sect. As a senior sister, and as a disciple of Immortal Lord Yang Nian, I must set an example. Are you saying that before the Ice Soul Secret Realm, I already had empathy and shared dreams with Han Xiao?”
She didn’t quite understand.
Empathy—she couldn’t say anything about it.
As for shared dreams—sometimes, she did have some inexplicable, strange dreams, but who wouldn’t have some strange things in their dreams?
“Yes, what you said also makes sense, but this is just one of the speculations,” Mei Shengchi said, stroking her chin. “Why did you enter the Ice Soul Secret Realm that day?”
Only then did Jiang Chunai recount everything, saying that there was a voice in her sea of consciousness that had been seducing her to go forward.
She said that this voice would often guide her. Ever since her Master had passed away, she had even treated this voice as her Master’s incarnation.
Mei Shengchi became interested in the voice she mentioned.
“Hmm, you also have a voice in your sea of consciousness. Did it only make you do that one thing?”
Jiang Chunai shook her head lightly. “It didn’t ask me to do much. But as you say, Cliff Master… it was only that one time that it induced me to enter the Ice Soul Secret Realm. After that, it was about Han Xiao, and it would speak again.”
If it were really her Master’s soul, not wanting her two disciples to turn against each other, it seemed to make sense.
Mei Shengchi just calmly noted down everything Jiang Chunai had said and then said, “Alright, I probably have a speculation. As for what it is, I still have to investigate it myself.”
Jiang Chunai looked at her with confusion.
“The sect has not been peaceful recently. You must be especially careful of those who deliberately approach you, whether they are new faces or familiar faces,” Mei Shengchi started a new topic. “There are people or demons stirring up trouble in the dark. The so-called righteous immortal sects, especially the Mengling Immortal Manor, are the most arrogant of these undercurrents.”
Jiang Chunai thought of how she and Zhi Zhi and the others had almost been killed by the Nine Sages of Mengling’s formation, and she still had lingering fears. She couldn’t help but deeply agree.
Mei Shengchi’s alert cat-like eyes gradually darkened. “In short, there must be spies from the Mengling Immortal Manor in the sect, and they have obtained a lot of confidential information. They must be cultivators of some standing… you must be careful of this kind of person.”
Jiang Chunai nodded repeatedly.
Even Cliff Master Mei, who had never asked about sect matters, had said so. The matter must be important.
“As for, I have another speculation now. I can tell you this.”
Jiang Chunai: “What is it?”
“I suspect that Han Xiao is not the demon, or rather, the person we have to defeat is not just Han Xiao. In short, let’s stop here for now.”
As soon as her voice fell, Mei Shengchi suddenly stood up and, in the blink of an eye, had put on a dark green cloak.
She had just said that she had something to investigate, and asked Jiang Chunai to wait for her to come back.
Jiang Chunai agreed.
Jiang Chunai came out of Reflection Cliff. On her way back to her small cottage, she ran into a person she could not be more familiar with.
It was none other than her formerly cherished junior sister, Yan Linglong.
She almost didn’t recognize Yan Linglong.
Her junior sister was a person who paid great attention to her appearance. Because she came from the famous Yan family, with great wealth, it was not uncommon for her to wear gold, silver, and jade ornaments.
But now, Yan Linglong was only wearing a plain white dress, and her long hair was only roughly tied up with a hairpin.
Besides that, there was nothing else.
More specifically, Yan Linglong’s clothes were more like “mourning clothes.”
Seeing her again, Jiang Chunai’s heart was filled with mixed feelings.
The past affection between fellow disciples, the sour entanglement, seemed to have all been written off after Jiang Chunai’s death.
But now that Jiang Chunai was alive again, could this account still be settled?
Jiang Chunai didn’t know.
Fortunately, when Yu Lingzi had revived her, she had given her a new body. Otherwise, it would not have been easy for her and Yan Linglong to see each other.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, Jiang Chunai thought.
Even though Yan Linglong had indirectly killed her, the main responsibility was of course on Han Xiao.
If she had not been so arrogant at that time, and had not so casually killed her with one strike, this would not have happened.
So, when she passed by Yan Linglong, Jiang Chunai’s eyes did not even look to the side, without a trace of reluctance.
However, she didn’t care, but Yan Linglong did.
Even though she had a different face, why did she still have to call out to her?
“Junior Sister!” Yan Linglong called out to her.
An ominous and complicated emotion instantly rose in Jiang Chunai’s heart.
What’s going on? How is it Yan Linglong’s turn to call me junior sister?
But her current identity was “Yuexi,” so Jiang Chunai stopped, turned around, and her lips curled into a familiar smile. “Ah? Sen-Senior Sister?”
She stammered, as if she had never seen Yan Linglong before.
Yan Linglong smiled at her. “Hello, Junior Sister, is this our first meeting? You look very unfamiliar to me.”
What she had thought would be a dramatic meeting of enemies turned out to be such a bland and unfamiliar encounter.
Jiang Chunai also smiled. “Yes, Senior Sister. My name is Yuexi. I am a disciple of Immortal Lord Yang Nian. I have not been on the mountain for long.”
Yan Linglong’s eyes curved into a smile, and she asked Jiang Chunai a few more questions.
She had not been away from the sect for long, and her fabrication was seamless. To prevent any changes, she also explained the identities of Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi.
They were three sisters.
Yan Linglong introduced herself and said that she was on the road to teach some new disciples who wanted to learn swordsmanship, and to understand their situation.
Seeing that Jiang Chunai’s face was unfamiliar, she had called out to her to get to know her.
Their first conversation ended here.
The beginning was not dramatic, and the end was also bland.
But to be safe, when Jiang Chunai left, she chose to go to the place where Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi were staying.
If she returned to her own small cottage, it would surely arouse suspicion.
What was Yan Linglong’s intention? No one knew.
Staring at the receding back of the person, Yan Linglong couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity.
She seemed to have seen her somewhere.
But more than the feeling of deja vu, what attracted her was this young lady Yuexi’s eyes.
Her pupils were very light, like glass. If they were illuminated by the sun, they would surely be extremely beautiful.
Such beautiful eyes, she had only seen them on one person in her long life.
There was only one person in this world with such beautiful eyes.
But that person was no longer here.
Yan Linglong thought silently, lowered her head, and looked at her own plain white clothes.
Jiang Chunai pushed open the door and entered the place where Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi were staying.
As soon as she entered, Lan Xu excitedly pulled Jiang Chunai into the room, and at the same time, she blamed Zhi Zhi, “It’s all Zhi Zhi’s fault. This little spider has no cultivation, and was easily deceived by a cunning snake demon. With a little favor, she was immediately tricked.”
Lan Xu and Zhi Zhi were like this, they liked to bicker with each other.
Jiang Chunai was used to it.
Zhi Zhi endured Lan Xu’s accusations, and at the same time, she pouted unhappily, “Not at all. That sword tassel is really beautiful, and everyone was in line. How would I know that there was a trick on the sword tassel? And that cultivator who sold the sword tassels was so smart!”
At the thought of this, Zhi Zhi felt full of grievances.
The reason was simple. She had waited in line for so long, and it had just so happened that there were no more. It was only after the cultivator had taken the trouble to rummage through her pocket that she had found the sword tassels. Anyone who saw it would have thought it was a pleasant surprise, right?
“Hmph, of course she wanted you to think so!” Lan Xu was still angry. “If she had let you line up properly, first of all, she would have charged more, and secondly, if it was the same as everyone else, you wouldn’t have cherished it and wanted it. How could you have brought it back to harm us?”
Zhi Zhi was annoyed by her and simply said, “Enough, enough, don’t say anymore. You only know how to say I’m wrong every day. If you had bought this harmful sword tassel, you would have pretended to be mute!”
Seeing that the battle was about to escalate, Jiang Chunai quickly intervened, “Alright, alright, don’t say anymore… what are you two arguing about?”
Lan Xu was clearly so angry that she couldn’t be angrier. She crossed her arms and said, “Hmph, you go ask her.”
So Jiang Chunai asked Zhi Zhi what had happened in a kind and gentle voice.
Seeing that it was Senior Sister Chunai, Zhi Zhi’s four eyes immediately stopped being aggrieved.
She said, “Senior Sister, do you remember the sword tassel I brought back last time? There’s something wrong with that sword tassel. The black dots sprinkled on it… today we found out that that thing can suck our spiritual energy, and not only that, it will probably also tell others what we’ve done.”
Jiang Chunai raised an eyebrow in surprise. “You’ve already found out?”
Zhi Zhi nodded frantically. “Yes, yes!”
She then tearfully recounted the whole story again. Today, in the Bright Snow Sect’s cultivation hall, they had been stopped by that senior sister from the sword sect, who had told them there was a problem with their sword tassels and had investigated them.
Jiang Chunai had heard the name of that senior sister from the sword sect. She was an acquaintance, and also a person who was skilled in appraising rare items—in the past, in the Bright Snow Sect, besides the deceased Elder Zhang Ziga, she was the second.
“By the way, I see you’re not wearing your sword. Where did you throw that sword tassel?”
Only then did Jiang Chunai recount everything one by one.
She felt uncomfortable wearing that sword tassel, and had thrown it away not long after she had returned.
That feeling of always having to worry if someone was watching her was really terrifying.
That eye seemed to be everywhere, its damp and cold gaze sticking to her, making her very uncomfortable.
“That day, I changed everything on me, including that sword tassel.”
A sleepless lantern flower, it sounded nice. Could it be an eye that was constantly spying?
The three of them fell into a silence.
Lan Xu was secretly amazed, thinking to herself that Chunai was really far-sighted, or rather, had a very subconscious awareness.
She was able to more keenly sense that someone was spying on her, while she and Zhi Zhi could only rely on the guidance of that senior sister from the sword sect.
“It’s good that you threw it away. Actually, what’s more important is, who is using this sword tassel to monitor us?”
They looked at each other, and the answer was obvious.
That day on Mount Xialian, near the Ghost Gate, who had appeared?
Ping’an.
Han Xiao.
And who was it sold to?
It was the most defenseless Zhi Zhi.
Everything was so opportune.
“Han Xiao sold us the sword tassels just to monitor us…” Lan Xu murmured.
Jiang Chunai’s back was completely cold, a bone-chilling coldness seeping into her limbs.
Now that she said it, she felt that everything had an answer.
The sword tassels that Han Xiao had given her were the eyes she used to monitor; those shimmering, almost reflective, dark black dots were her spies;
and in her dreams, the countless, endless thousands of eyes, they were all Han Xiao.
With a “gulp,” Jiang Chunai swallowed a mouthful of uneasy saliva.
It was really dangerous, she thought.
“From now on, we have to be more careful.”
So far, Han Xiao seemed to have only done some shady things.
There had been no bloodshed yet.
But this kind of hidden spying in a damp corner was much more terrifying than an open robbery.
You never knew, the hairpin you casually picked up, would it have Han Xiao’s rolling eyeball on it; the handful of dust you picked up from the ground, would it have the traces of a snake’s scales; even the puddle of water you splashed on the ground, perhaps it had been crushed by her damp and cold gaze…
No matter how worried she was, she had to go back and face it.
Her relationship with Han Xiao was now in a delicate balance.
Perhaps it was she who was deliberately maintaining the balance, with the weight all on her.
Han Xiao was scheming against her, with those dark eyes, constantly sticking to her.
Everywhere, suffocating.
And what about her?
Jiang Chunai laughed at herself. She was doing the same thing as Han Xiao.
That was, to scheme back.
They both had a very dangerous person by their side.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chunai had just reached the door. She calmly pushed it open.
In front of her, now, what kind of scene was Han Xiao presenting?
Before, Jiang Chunai had been surprised for a moment, feeling that Han Xiao had a bit of a “virtuous wife and loving mother” feel, but today when she came back, it was not so.
Han Xiao had not tidied the room, but was sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to come back, just like the snake egg beside her.
At this time, the red sun was setting in the west, and the crimson evening clouds flowed through the outline of the propped-up window, clearly spreading on Han Xiao’s jade-like, lustrous, and white face.
A very pure and innocent expression.
She seemed never to have, in front of her, used that damp and cold gaze to stick to her.
When Han Xiao faced Jiang Chunai, her gaze was always warm and sincere, as if she really could not live without her.
Today, she was not a virtuous wife and loving mother, but was waiting to be fed.
Jiang Chunai thought so, but her mouth did not forgive her. “You’re very free today, aren’t you?”
Han Xiao was stunned, frowned, and said in distress, “Where did you see that I’m very free?”
“There are so many things to do in the Bright Snow Sect, and my room has not been tidied. Can’t you lend a hand and help me tidy up?”
“Didn’t you tell me to hide my demonic aura and not to go out?” Han Xiao said unhappily. “As for tidying the room… didn’t you say yesterday that I did a terrible job?”
Han Xiao had not cared about these things before. As the great senior sister, she naturally had someone to look after her.
Now that there was no one to look after her, and she had to look after others, she naturally did not do a good job.
But the other party was Jiang Chunai—
So, no matter how proud and unyielding she was, she had to admit with a full stomach of grievances that she was just a soft-skinned snake.
“So you didn’t do anything today?” Jiang Chunai approached her and asked in passing.
She casually and intimately covered Han Xiao’s shoulder, and then slowly went down—
She really liked Han Xiao’s body.
Her body was very soft, and she didn’t have the scent of a Daoist’s incense. In the past, when Han Xiao was still the great senior sister of the Bright Snow Sect, she didn’t have the scent of incense.
It was her own unique body fragrance, a bit cold.
“I didn’t,” Han Xiao said in a low voice, and with her backhand, she pressed down on Jiang Chunai’s mischievous hand.
They were still sitting on the edge of the bed.
If she turned her head, she could see Jiang Chunai’s moist lips…
They looked very kissable. She wanted to stick out her tongue and have a taste.
The places that her eyes could not reach, she had to use another part to explore.
“Then what do you want to do?” Jiang Chunai glanced at her.
She glanced at her long, fair neck, at her delicate, slightly protruding collarbones.
Han Xiao’s face and neck almost simultaneously flushed a pale pink—her clothes were stripped away.
She gently, indulgently, let Jiang Chunai’s hand cover her soft, snowy white semi-circle.
“…Do me, with me?” she panted in a low voice, speaking seductive, alluring, ambiguous words.
Everywhere was red.
A ridiculous scene, so shameful that even the sun had set in the west.
Even the chaotic, unhatched snake egg had turned red in embarrassment.
There was no choice, who let it be placed on the windowsill?
It was said that this was so as not to disturb its two mothers’ good business.
It had no consciousness, and didn’t know it was being bullied and had its position changed. It was blushing face to face with the setting sun.
Mei Shengchi had put on her cloak that day and had left as soon as she said she would.
She was interested in Han Xiao’s origin, or rather, in the identity of her ancestor, Chongji.
But the legend of the ten gods was too far in the past. It was impossible for there to be any eyewitnesses.
The power of the gods had waned.
What Mei Shengchi had to do was to visit the various immortal sects and understand the legends since ancient times.
She wanted to understand the specific situation of these ten gods, especially Chongji.
And the fifth Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation, when would it happen next?
…However, in her travels, Mei Shengchi had received some unexpected news.
The Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation had already been activated for the fifth time, far away in the demon’s swamp, too far from the Bright Snow Sect, too far from Reflection Cliff. She couldn’t understand it at all.
The Demon Swamp was only close to one immortal sect—that was the Mengling Immortal Manor.
Mei Shengchi had already visited many immortal sect elders and understood a lot of news, but she had not gone to this Mengling Immortal Manor.
She planned to go and ask. Coincidentally, the Mengling Immortal Manor was famous for its formations. Before, the several gods formed from Nuwa’s intestines had sealed Chongji with a formation.
Connecting this with what Jiang Chunai had mentioned, that the Nine Sages of Mengling had once wanted to kill them, including Han Xiao, with a formation, Mei Shengchi speculated that the people of the Mengling Immortal Manor must know something.
At least they knew more than her.
But when she was about to step into the territory of the Mengling Immortal Manor and was about to have someone deliver a message, Mei Shengchi hesitated:
She thought that the Demon Swamp was so close to the Mengling Immortal Manor, why had the people of the Mengling Immortal Manor not made a move?
“Oh—so Cliff Master Mei came to see me for this?”
Hearing this, Yu Lingzi let out a soft laugh. A pair of plain white hands swept across the zither strings, and the zither played, the lingering sound melodious, making the stars in the hall shift their positions.
Instantly, the hall was filled with a brilliant light, a bright scene.
Mei Shengchi nodded lightly. “Yes, I just thought of this, so I didn’t plan to go to the Mengling Immortal Manor. That group of people, their intentions are not pure.”
Cultivators of course had selfish motives. The vast majority of people thought of achieving the Dao and ascending, of immortality. This was in itself a selfish motive.
Of all the people she had seen, none did not admire longevity, did not envy fame and fortune.
Who would be willing to have their reputation ruined and fall into the endless abyss? She couldn’t think of anyone.
Yu Lingzi also nodded and stood up, lifting the hem of her skirt and saying, “Then, does Cliff Master Mei know which time the formation has been activated? The Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formation… it sounds like a name with a beautiful meaning.”
Unfortunately, what it was doing was the act of resurrecting a demon.
Mei Shengchi was silent.
“The sixth time,” Yu Lingzi said. “According to Cliff Master Mei’s previous speculation, or rather, the speculation of the world, six ancient divine artifacts, one for each formation. Now that there have been six formations, if not for the heavens collapsing and the earth cracking, there should be some other reaction, right? But… nothing has happened.”
Mei Shengchi’s eyes, which had just been doubtful, suddenly flashed with surprise.
It seemed that Yu Lingzi really knew something.
She smiled. “The Immortal Venerable is right. I, Mei Shengchi, have also heard of the residual traces of the formation on my journey, but in the places where the formation was created, there are no divine artifacts.”
If it were really as the legend said, that one divine artifact corresponded to one formation, then it could not be explained in any way.
For one, there were places with formations but no divine artifacts; for another, six Spirit Spring Rejuvenation Formations had already been created, but nothing seemed to have happened in the world.
“Come, Cliff Master Mei, I will show you something. It is something left by your disciple, and also my disciple,” she suddenly stood up, meaning for Mei Shengchi to follow her.
Mei Shengchi looked at Yu Lingzi in surprise, but still followed.
The two passed through a series of intricate doors and came to a small, not-so-bright room.
Yu Lingzi waved the hem of her moon-white dress, and eight frames, drawn with blood, appeared out of thin air.
The blood color, under the dim blue light, looked even more bizarre.
Mei Shengchi’s eyes were immediately drawn to the last frame:
In that frame, there was only one drop of blood.
Unlike the other frames, which were not overflowing, but at least had many drops accumulated.
Only the last frame, the eighth frame, had only one drop of blood.
Mei Shengchi and Yu Lingzi were speechless. Suddenly, she seemed to understand Yu Lingzi’s meaning and said loudly, “You’ve gathered all the blood of your sect’s cultivators here?”
Yu Lingzi turned her head to look at her and nodded lightly. “Exactly.”
“As you can see… Chunai’s blood is here.”
A slender finger pointed to the eighth dark red blood frame.
For some reason, perhaps because Yu Lingzi had pointed at it, the blood color seemed to become richer, as if it were about to dissolve.
Just like it had just been dripped by Jiang Chunai.
Nuwa’s intestines, scattered on the earth, transformed into ten gods.
Mei Shengchi paused and said faintly, “It seems Chunai’s blood is quite rare… she is actually the eighth kind, and the first.”
Hearing this, Yu Lingzi smiled lightly, turned her head, looked at Mei Shengchi, and raised an eyebrow, “Cliff Master Mei is indeed clever, but after all, I am the sect master of Yanqiu. My understanding of Nuwa’s descendants is slightly more than the Cliff Master’s.”
Mei Shengchi was also very calm. “Then is there anything you want to say?”
“What I want to say is,” Yu Lingzi paused, elegantly lifting her moon-white skirt and descending the steps, “although gods are revered as ‘gods,’ they are not indestructible, nor are they immortal. They will eventually die—”
“And who said that gods will definitely leave their descendants?”
Hearing this, Mei Shengchi suddenly said loudly, “What do you mean by that?”
Yu Lingzi still had a smile on her face. Between the intertwined blood red and faint blue, it added a strange gentleness to her. “It’s exactly what you’re thinking.”
“Gods are not immortal. There will always be a few gods who will no longer have descendants.”
Mei Shengchi was suddenly stunned and looked at the eight frames.
Up and down, two rows of four.
There were no more spaces.
“Gods also hope for longevity… I think this is where Chongji’s cunning lies.”