Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 64

Jiang Chunai’s gaze was glued to the green-black ring on her fingertip, wisps of dark energy seeping out.
No wonder she had felt there was something strange about this ring before. It clearly looked like black iron, but when she touched it, when she put it on, it was soft.
Like this soft snake skin.
Han Xiao slowly climbed up from the leg of the small round table.
The plates and dishes that had just smashed her scalp had oozed fresh blood, which was now gurgling down her hair.
In this trickling fresh blood, she stood up very slowly, very slowly, and at the same time, she said, “Jiang Chunai, I’ve felt that something is not right for a long time.”
Jiang Chunai’s pupils suddenly widened, and her heart trembled, but she just tightened her grip, holding Zhu Nian firmly in her hand.
Han Xiao continued, “Do you know when it was?”
Jiang Chunai was silent.
“It was when we were still on the mountain, still in the Bright Snow Sect… I remember it very clearly, I remember everything about you very clearly,” she said softly, as if counting her family treasures. “At that time, I was still by your side, living with you in that small house. After I took out that snake egg, your attitude towards me changed.”
Jiang Chunai was still silent, just gritting her teeth and holding Zhu Nian tightly.
“You gradually became intimate with me, and asked me many things,” Han Xiao let out another laugh from her bloody chest. “But a person’s true thoughts cannot be hidden. Jiang Chunai… you know, some things cannot be hidden.”
“Especially for a person like you, with such eyes. You can’t hide things. You were very anxious to know how the snake egg would hatch.”
As Han Xiao spoke, her pupils were fixed on Jiang Chunai’s eyes, her glass-like pupils still light.
“You only care about how the snake egg will hatch, you don’t care about me.”
A fine layer of cold sweat broke out on Jiang Chunai’s forehead.
She slowly closed her eyes, swallowed her saliva, and also swallowed all the words that had come to her lips.
Yes, she only cared about how the snake egg would hatch, she didn’t care about Han Xiao.
If only it were as Han Xiao said.
After Han Xiao had climbed up, she walked towards Jiang Chunai again, step by step.
“You want it, not me, I understand, I know,” Han Xiao’s tone was sinister, but it also carried a hint of relief. “But that’s also fine. You also owe me now—did you know?”
As soon as her voice fell, the ring on Jiang Chunai’s right ring finger suddenly tightened, and she felt a sharp pain.
Han Xiao saw the doubt in her eyes and said, “A life for a life. This is our new beginning.”
Jiang Chunai looked up in a panic and met Han Xiao’s almost frantic gaze.
The fierce wind blew out the wedding candles, and the gloomy light melted on Han Xiao’s face. Even though this was the dark Nether Realm, her eyes were as bright as stars.
As it shone, it made Jiang Chunai feel a bit dazed.
She suddenly understood.
So Han Xiao had already understood, from the mountain, from the time she had asked her with a hidden agenda how the snake egg would hatch, she had also started to scheme.
They had both started to scheme against each other.
“Is that so, a new beginning?” Jiang Chunai repeated Han Xiao’s words in a low voice, her tone carrying an imperceptible emotion.
She and Han Xiao, she and her most admired senior sister, how had they come to this situation, step by step?
A long, long time ago, when she was still a youth, her heart and eyes were full of Han Xiao. Everything she did, she had to think of Senior Sister Han Xiao first. The flowers of spring, the leaves of autumn, even the joy of practicing the sword, she wanted to split it in two and give it to her senior sister…
Her senior sister had also changed. Her senior sister was no longer the cold-faced head disciple of the Immortal Lord—it was just that her actions were too violent, so violent that they did not match her immortal-like facade.
But in any case, they had at least deeply liked each other at some point.
But they had just missed each other. When she loved her, she no longer loved her.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chunai took a deep breath. She wanted to continue with the next words.
The two of them had finally come to this point, from pure and flawless love to every step being a scheme.
What was terrifying was that Han Xiao knew her scheme, and indulged her scheme—also to scheme against her.
Jiang Chunai’s heart felt as if it were being cooked in hot oil.
Her scheme was to remove the demon Chongji that was residing in Han Xiao’s heart. She could not let it come out and harm the world anymore; and Han Xiao’s scheme—
“I just wanted to keep you,” Han Xiao suddenly spoke up, interrupting what Jiang Chunai was about to say, her eyes flowing with blood. “This is our new beginning, Jiang Chunai.”
When she said her name, it was solemn and cautious.
When her voice fell, the ring on Jiang Chunai’s finger actually trembled for a moment.
That was probably the rhythm of Han Xiao’s heart trembling, again and again, at the same frequency, pounding in Jiang Chunai’s chest.
That was her flesh.
Han Xiao had said that she owed her a life, and it had been repaid. Now she could not leave her.
They were not connected by threads of love, but merely entangled in flesh and blood.
Jiang Chunai reached out to take off the ring, but it was as if it were embedded in her finger, and she could not take it off no matter what.
Han Xiao had an inscrutable smile on her face. She walked towards Jiang Chunai again, step by step. “You can’t take it off. Between us, it will not end—”
Every part of her flesh and blood was deeply attached to her. So, the ring made from a part of her would, like Han Xiao herself, never let go.
“How can I not take it off?” Jiang Chunai suddenly said sternly, holding back the tears that were about to fall, and raised Zhu Nian with her left hand!
The blade was cold, as if it were weeping, and it was stained with the light of the courtyard’s candles. It fiercely slashed at the finger with the ring on it.
She gritted her teeth, her lips bursting with blood.
Just like the blood that was now splashing from her hand, like a setting sun weeping blood, tragic and resolute.
At the severed finger, blood gushed out like a spring, dripping onto the ground, making Han Xiao stare blankly on the spot.
The severed finger with the ring on it rolled a few times and landed by Han Xiao’s great red wedding boot.
Rolling, rolling, making a soft thudding sound.
“Han Xiao, didn’t you say I owed you a piece of flesh? I’ve given it back to you, and this ring, I’m giving it back to you as well.”
Jiang Chunai’s voice was quite calm when she spoke, her eyes burning.
“From now on, our debt of love is cleared, and we are strangers. The mountains are long and the waters are wide, we will not meet again; the road of life is long, you go your way, and I will cross my bridge.”
She had told Han Xiao long ago.
The best outcome between them was to never see each other again.
Until now, she still thought so.
Han Xiao had just been fiercely pierced in the chest by Zhu Nian’s sword, and her spiritual energy had been mostly consumed. The words she had just said to Jiang Chunai were more like a final, paranoid rant.
And her last hope had also, with that severed finger, rolled and fallen.
Jiang Chunai resolutely turned her head, no longer paying any attention to the Han Xiao behind her, and stepped over the threshold.
It was strange. It should have ended. The moment the dagger had been plunged into Han Xiao’s chest, it should have ended, but sadly it hadn’t. There was still a hidden thought plaguing her chest.
It was an urge to close the bloody hole in Han Xiao’s body, an urge to fill her incompleteness with her own body, an urge to merge with her.
Jiang Chunai didn’t know where this strange feeling came from. She only knew that she couldn’t let this thought grow wild.
So she gently closed her eyes.
All their past together flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.
As she stepped out of the threshold in a hurry, a great storm arose.
The sudden gust of wind, carrying with it water droplets, blurred her eyes. In an instant, the chaotic raindrops seemed to have broken open a gap, allowing her to glimpse the past:
The raindrops were no longer like raindrops, but like the two-sided, willing wishing ribbons that had flown under the udumbara tree, a blend of scarlet and snow.
Her senior sister had smiled and accepted the wishing ribbon from her hand—on which were written the naive words that they would be together forever.
The raindrops had turned into naughty dewdrops again.
She had been showing off her clumsy skills, jumping from this branch to that, shaking a shower of dewdrops to the ground.
Her senior sister, who had always been so particular about cleanliness, had not said a word, but had just raised her hand to pat away those naughty dewdrops.
But she had never said a word of blame.
…
Later, when she had wandered high and low, she had probably been beaten by such wind, frost, rain, and snow.
Jiang Chunai slowly opened her eyes, enduring the sourness that was churning in her gut.
No matter how the memories came crashing in like waves, they were ultimately just memories.
In fact, she didn’t care much about what Han Xiao had done after she had died.
The dead were the best, simply because they could not be again.
She closed her eyes, and what she thought of was mostly her past feelings for Han Xiao.
To start over, the beginning?
Who could turn back and go back to the beginning, to write off all the mistakes and failures? Just because of a life for a life?
No.
Jiang Chunai opened her lips and slowly recited the last incantation—this was the last incantation that her Master, Yu Lingzi, had taught her, to be used with Zhu Nian.
Instantly, a great light burst from behind her, like a fire, and the dark and lonely palace seemed to be ignited.
Jiang Chunai did not turn her head, but resolutely walked on her path.
She heard the screams from behind her, which were exactly the same as the screams she had heard in her own chest.
That was the scream of the demon god, one wave higher than the last.
“I don’t want to die, I won’t die, Yanqiu, you will pay the price!”
Tsk. Jiang Chunai sighed slightly, but her eyelashes were trembling, and she was crying.
She raised her hand in a panic to touch, to wipe her tears, but she touched thick blood.
She pressed again, but was shocked to find that under her own eyes, those deep and shallow lines had also grown.
Imprinted into her flesh, deep into her blood and bones.
The screams from behind were still continuing, but Jiang Chunai resolutely did not turn her head, but walked straight on.
Her severed finger was still gurgling with hot blood, and the dark palace behind her was still burning with a great fire, but Jiang Chunai could not feel the slightest bit of cold.
She was cold all over.
As cold as that winter—not the desolate winter when she had lost her parents and been taken away by her Master.
But the winter when she had returned to Yanqiu, and under the nine thousand celestial steps, she had knelt down, one step at a time, to the vast emptiness.
Yu Lingzi had said she wanted to see her determination, so Jiang Chunai had knelt down, one step at a time, kowtowing.
Yanqiu was the gathering place of Nuwa’s descendants, and also one of the immortal sects. For the peace of the world, it should also bear its own responsibility.
So Yu Lingzi had come up with this plan: since Han Xiao had developed such a deep and crazy feeling for Jiang Chunai, then she would just use this point.
Including the day they had escaped, it was all a design.
If she hadn’t approached the danger, forcing Han Xiao to save her, she would certainly not have believed that she was willing to go back with her.
But… Jiang Chunai had not expected that Cliff Master Mei would actually die because of Yan Linglong.
Her hand was still trembling. If not… if Cliff Master Mei had not died, she might have been a little more hard-hearted.
She still remembered the stars shining brightly on the dome of the great hall at that time, and Yu Lingzi looking at her in surprise, “You want to leave Han Xiao’s consciousness?”
Jiang Chunai had kowtowed several times and said earnestly, “Yes, your disciple begs Master to be lenient and leave a wisp of Han Xiao’s consciousness.”
Even just a wisp would be fine.
Yu Lingzi had pondered, “After Zhu Nian is inserted into her chest, she will gradually lose her spiritual energy… you leave a wisp of her consciousness, and you will never be able to see her again in the future.”
Unless Han Xiao was reincarnated, and Jiang Chunai could wait for her again, and recognize her again, otherwise, leaving this wisp of consciousness would be no different from Han Xiao being reduced to ashes.
“Jiang Chunai, do you know?”
Jiang Chunai had knelt for a long time and said, “Your disciple knows. Your disciple now only has you as a master… from now on, I will follow Master’s teachings.”
This was her bargaining chip, the price she had paid.
But Yu Lingzi felt that this was not enough. She smiled, raised her hand, and pointed at the vast snow outside the window with her slender finger. “In that case, then let me see your determination. How about this, from tomorrow on, you will kowtow up to me from the bottom of the nine thousand celestial steps, one step at a time. If you faint, then this matter is off.”
She carefully examined Jiang Chunai’s face, wanting to find some retreat in her resolute face.
However, Jiang Chunai had not, she had just nodded heavily. “Your disciple understands.”
She was willing.
Love, it was either a complete win or a complete loss.
But whether it was the former or the latter, she was willing.
She had always been willing.
Always.
Jiang Chunai had fulfilled her promise.
She had started kneeling from the first step of the nine thousand celestial steps, the piercing cold wind cutting at her skin like a knife.
Every time her knee touched the stone steps, it was as if thousands of ants were gnawing at it, the pain traveling up her nerves to the bottom of her heart.
Her forehead had kowtowed on the cold steps, making a dull sound, again and again, until the skin was broken and bleeding, and the blood and tears mixed together, freezing into ice on the steps.
In a daze, what was reflected on the ice was not her blood-and-tear-stained face, but her senior sister’s cold, strange, and snow-like face.
Her body looked even thinner in her wide robes, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. But she gritted her teeth and supported her swaying body, with only one belief in her heart: to leave a wisp of Han Xiao’s consciousness.
The surrounding fellow disciples cast looks of sympathy or confusion, but she paid no attention, just numbly repeating the kneeling and kowtowing movements.
Every time she got up, she was dizzy, and every time she knelt down, it was as if she had used all her strength.
But she was willing.
She was willing.
She was willing.
If there was still a wisp of consciousness, perhaps they could still have a next life.
Her finger was still gurgling with hot blood, as if it would never end.
But her heart was still cold, her thoughts in a mess.
She so wanted to ask her Master again, could the dagger “Zhu Nian” really cut off the threads of love?
If it could cut off the threads of love, then why was it that every time she closed and opened her eyes, she thought of the same person?
Or was it that between them, as Han Xiao had said, it was not threads of love that connected them, but flesh and blood?
Jiang Chunai murmured and lowered her head, looking at the twin jade rings on her chest—now there was only half left.
Perhaps only when they were fitted together could they be them.
Was the condition for cutting off love and affection to endure such bone-deep pain?
Jiang Chunai couldn’t figure it out.
She also did not expect any answers.
She muttered to herself, her voice torn to pieces by the yin wind of the Nether Realm.
The surrounding Nether Realm was dark and without light, and the wind howled, like the shriek of evil ghosts.
The fierce wind blew past, carrying with it sand and gravel and a coldness, penetrating her soul, wanting to blow away her remaining will.
Jiang Chunai’s figure swayed in the wind, stumbling, like a lonely boat, drifting in the abyss of despair.
Suddenly, a scene appeared in her sea of consciousness:
It was in the Cave of Severed Affections, Han Xiao had pierced her chest with her long sword.
She was in extreme pain, and there was only one thought in her heart: she would never like Han Xiao again.
But… what did Han Xiao think?
The scene in her sea of consciousness was reproduced in more detail:
A wet tear fell from Han Xiao’s eye.
It was the first time she had cried. The demon who had been in chaos for thousands of years in the Nether Realm had shed a tear for the first time.
She could have been muddled for thousands of years, but only at this moment did she need to be clear and acknowledge it.
Jiang Chunai was suddenly stunned.
She cried, and her tears also fell like a string of broken beads.
Did she want to know? She didn’t want to know now.
Once upon a time, she had so longed for the warmth that her senior sister had given her. She had wanted to know in detail what her senior sister was going to do.
But what about now?
What clarity, she didn’t want to acknowledge it.
At this moment, Jiang Chunai was full of resistance. She would rather fall into this muddled dream forever than to face this heart-wrenching pain directly.
This is it.
This is all she could do.
She had given it back to her.
Her steps were floating, stumbling, like a puppet that had had its soul drawn out.
Finally, she could no longer support herself. Her knees went weak, and her vision went black, and she fainted.
The darkness swallowed her like a tide, leaving only her cold body, without a ripple in the fierce wind of the Nether Realm, like an orphan abandoned by the world, leaving only endless sorrow and bewilderment.
She had kowtowed the last time on the celestial steps, and had also fainted like this.
Suddenly, a white figure appeared in front of her. The woman was holding a bottle of immortal dew, looking down at the Jiang Chunai on the ground.
A small disciple was following the woman, with a pair of shrewd cat’s eyes.
When she saw the Jiang Chunai on the ground, she immediately squatted down with a pained expression and looked up at her master, “Master, Chunai has fainted. I’ll help her first?”
Yu Lingzi’s expression was light, showing no emotion. “Fainted? I’m afraid she won’t be able to be saved for a while.”
The implication was that she would take care of Jiang Chunai later.
Chang Xin moved her mouth and said, “But we should still save Chunai, right? Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good to drag it out.”
It was not unheard of for people to be dragged to their deaths. It was not the first time Chang Xin had saved Jiang Chunai.
But Yu Lingzi had already started to form hand seals, her hands fluttering, and the fierce wind blew up her hair.
“Don’t worry…” she said faintly, and the next moment, her gaze fell on Jiang Chunai’s right finger.
One of them was broken, and the blood on it had not yet dried.
Yu Lingzi’s pupils contracted, and her iron heart also softened. “You save her first.”
Why was one of her fingers broken?
A feeling of unease gradually rose in Yu Lingzi’s heart, but this still did not stop her from continuing to form hand seals.
A faint blue flame began to burn on her hands. Soon, this small blue flame would burn in the Youyun Hall.
After Zhu Nian was inserted into Han Xiao’s chest, it could force out the consciousness of Chongji in her body, and then with this blue ghost fire, Chongji would be seriously injured.
A wisp of a wandering soul, what protection could it have?
A faint blue fire also burned in her eyes, and her throat was slightly tight.
If not for Jiang Chunai insisting on kneeling on the nine thousand celestial steps, kowtowing one by one, Yu Lingzi would not have gone through all this trouble.
She originally… did not need to use fire to burn the Youyun Hall.
The intensity of Zhu Nian was already enough. If she had not made some changes to leave a wisp of Han Xiao’s consciousness, then the dagger would have been enough to kill her.
Let alone Chongji, even Han Xiao’s physical body would have been reduced to ashes.
If Immortal Lord Yang Nian had come in person, it would probably not have been so troublesome for Jiang Chunai—after all, Han Xiao was her disciple.
But she, Yu Lingzi, was not Yin Zhuyun. If Jiang Chunai asked her, she naturally had to show her sincerity.
The moment the Youyun Hall was ignited, the entire world was swallowed by the faint blue raging fire.
The flames were like raging ghosts, climbing up the carved beams and painted rafters of the palace. Wherever they passed, the gold lacquer peeled off, and the wood and stone turned black.
The faint blue flame was at first like a gentle caress, and then it instantly turned into a surging wave, swallowing everything in the Youyun Hall.
The blue Youyun Hall bloomed and overflowed in the midst of the joyful colors, extremely blue and extremely red, as if someone had poured a vat of dye and smeared it randomly.
The screams of the demons were endless. “It’s on fire, it’s on fire, how could this be?!”
They did not understand the human taboos and did not say “water is coming,” but ran everywhere, screaming “it’s on fire,” from this end to that end.
In the Youyun Hall, the dark red brocade curtains had long been burning fiercely, and the beams were falling one by one.
In the intertwined blue and red flames, a person sat quietly.
In the Youyun Hall, the dark red brocade curtains had been swallowed by the raging fire. The fire was fierce, and the beams were falling one after another, sending up a cloud of smoke and sparks.
The blue and red flames danced wildly like spiritual snakes, and the hot tongues of fire licked every inch of space. In the center of this scene, which was like a hell, a person sat peacefully.
She was as if she were an outsider, completely ignoring the surrounding panic and destruction. Her face, under the reflection of the firelight, showed a strange calm. Her eyes were slightly closed, as if she were meditating, or as if she were waiting for the flames to swallow everything.
The tongues of fire gradually climbed up her body, and the exquisite wedding dress, so to speak, would almost instantly turn to dust.
She seemed to be about to be burned to death.
Even in her chest, there was a bloody hole.
Yu Lingzi was high in the sky, letting the fierce evening wind blow her sleeves.
In her arms was a bottle of immortal dew—but tonight, its purpose was not to water immortal dew, but to be a container.
The Youyun Hall was on fire.
Outside the wedding room, demon soldiers and generals had naturally come upon hearing the news… and these demons, one after another, offered up their lives.
Yu Lingzi just frowned slightly. The souls of these little demons who had come out to be burned to death…
She would have to go back later and continue to pick and choose in this bottle of immortal dew.
After Chongji was forced out of Han Xiao’s body, she would be a wisp of a wandering soul…
Run, where could she run to?
She was just waiting here for the rabbit to come, watching those white souls fly out of the palace one by one.
The “person” who was about to be burned to death in the palace suddenly opened her eyes—a golden light flickered in her pupils.
The crumbling beam above her head, with a “thud,” fell straight down.
Everything was instantly swallowed by the surging blue and golden flood.