Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 7

Han Xiao stepped out of the archway, her face expressionless.
The male guard on duty glanced at her and froze.
He had never seen Han Xiao before. Or, to be more precise, he had never been qualified to see her.
Although the members of the Bright Snow Sect were her peers on Mount Shu, they saw Han Xiao about as often as people from other sects or the mortal realm did. This was because she was always undertaking high-difficulty missions and rarely even participated in competitions.
She had only participated in one leadership competition. Within ten moves, she had utterly defeated the most promising cultivator from the Mengling Immortal Manor at the time. A long time had passed since then, and that cultivator had now become one of the top experts in the Mengling Immortal Manor, having fought his way across the world, yet he had never returned to settle the score with Han Xiao.
As for Han Xiao’s true strength, it was even more unfathomable.
When Han Xiao emerged, her eyes met the male guard’s for an unavoidable moment. A sudden shiver ran down his spine.
The woman was ethereally beautiful, but a second glance revealed an imposing and inviolable aura. The male guard quickly averted his gaze. After Han Xiao had walked away, he whispered to the female guard opposite him, “Hey, did you see that? She’s terrifying!”
“How is she terrifying?”
“It’s just… I made eye contact with her just now, I don’t know if you saw,” the male guard said, keeping his voice low. “Under her eyelid, there seemed to be a thin line. Was it black? I couldn’t see clearly. I don’t know why, but it just felt terrifying.”
The female guard frowned and chided him, “Have you gone stupid from seeing Senior Sister Han Xiao for the first time? Who has a thin line under their eyelid? Doesn’t that sound like some kind of demonic gu?”
Senior Sister Han Xiao afflicted with a demonic gu? She refused to believe it.
A sword cultivator so cold and ethereal, with such otherworldly grace—just thinking about it, she would never allow herself to be afflicted by a demonic gu, let alone have it show on her face, right?
Han Xiao still hadn’t fully recovered from last night’s experience.
The effect of the Passion Lure was indeed immense. Now, just by closing her eyes, she could see that delicate skin, smooth as a crescent moon.
And what about her? She had nimbly transformed into the form of a snake, proactively seeking pleasure, seeking release.
Telling Jiang Chunai to leave, to be quiet, and then doing this kind of thing with her were not contradictory.
It was the Passion Lure that made her do it. They had to couple at specific times and stages.
Aside from this common effect, this type of twin demonic gu also had other side effects.
She had heard before that the mingling aura from the union of a demon and a human could lead to the creation of an egg.
But this Passion Lure shouldn’t have that effect for now. Instead, it had created a different kind of connection between her and Jiang Chunai.
Han Xiao lightly raised a hand, touching the area under her eye.
She could feel a fine line there, as if something were pressing down on it.
Pleading pitifully, or actively entwining… Han Xiao couldn’t quite distinguish between the two for a moment.
“Hey, Han- Han Xiao, what are you doing here?” A male voice interrupted her thoughts.
She immediately composed her expression and looked up.
It was the so-called eldest disciple of the Bright Snow Sect who had framed Jiang Chunai, Zeng Jun.
There was a reason she thought of him by name only, with no title.
The two actually had a history. When Han Xiao had entered the Bright Snow Sect, Zeng Jun had already been studying under Dao Lord Qiming for several decades. Back then, his strength was still decent, and he was even more domineering and arrogant.
The newly-arrived Han Xiao was beautiful, and since he couldn’t find out anything about her background, he had once entertained the thought of pursuing her, but his methods were disgusting.
As punishment, Han Xiao had razed the luxurious mansion he had in the sect, which was comparable to an elder’s residence.
After that, he began to call her a “snake and scorpion woman” behind her back whenever he was down the mountain. But when they met face-to-face, Zeng Jun still didn’t know how to address her.
It wasn’t right to call her Senior Sister, but he didn’t have the gall to call her Junior Sister Han Xiao either, so he simply called her by her name.
Seeing Han Xiao remain silent, Zeng Jun quickly added, “I- I just came to see Master. This… I’ve already received my punishment. My leg is crippled.”
As he spoke, he unconsciously forced a smile.
Just now, he had limped up the mountain, drawing many stares along the way, which nearly made him die of anger. He had made a clear note of everyone’s faces. Once he recovered, he would make sure none of them had an easy time!
Han Xiao sized him up and down again, her gaze as sharp as a torch.
His meridians were in disarray, his dantian was damaged, and his lower limbs were crooked. He had indeed been beaten until he was crippled, and with the Soul-Piercing Rope, the Bright Snow Sect’s tool for punishment.
About ten lashes.
“Mm,” she responded lightly, then flicked her sleeve and drifted past him.
A cold fragrance wafted into Zeng Jun’s nostrils. He angrily swiped his hand through the air, then continued to limp toward the archway, cursing under his breath. He was going to find his master, Dao Lord Qiming!
Dao Lord Qiming was quite old in terms of immortal age, but she still had the appearance of a young woman of about thirty. At the moment, she was plucking the strings of a zither.
Zeng Jun limped through the door and bowed his head. “Greetings, Master.”
Dao Lord Qiming nodded. Seeing his limp, she couldn’t help but frown. “You were beaten by the Soul-Piercing Rope?”
Zeng Jun’s voice was weak. “Yes, Master. I was beaten by the Soul-Piercing Rope.”
“Beaten… mm, ten or so times?”
Zeng Jun replied, “Yes, exactly ten times. Master, your disciple has been wronged! I’ve been wronged!”
Dao Lord Qiming’s brow remained tightly furrowed. “How can someone beaten by the Soul-Piercing Rope claim to be wronged? You failed to protect your own reputation and insisted on selling pills illegally. Not only did you offend the Xie family of Renxiang, you also failed to guard the secret realm and got caught by Han Xiao. It’s only natural that you be punished.”
“This was only after I told the Disciplinary Hall to go easy on you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be alive to speak with me today. Afterwards, go find Elder Zhang and have her treat you.”
Elder Zhang was the most skilled medical cultivator in the sect. She was elderly and kind, well-liked by everyone.
Though she was a good person, hearing this made the fire in Zeng Jun’s heart burn even hotter, as if the cold fragrance still lingered at the tip of his nose.
It’s all Han Xiao’s fault. It’s all that dead woman’s fault!
“Yes, yes, Master, but your disciple was beaten so badly by that Soul-Piercing Rope that I nearly lost my life!” Zeng Jun cried, a mournful look on his face. He even wanted to show his master his bloodied bones, but the Dao Lord couldn’t be bothered to look.
Dao Lord Qiming said, “It was your own fault for not being careful. It’s not like I didn’t warn you. I have never gotten along with Yang Nian. You fell into Han Xiao’s hands with both witnesses and evidence against you. This bit of suffering was unavoidable.”
“Then, Master, are you just going to stand by and watch your disciple be whipped for nothing? I am the eldest disciple, after all!”
“It’s not that I won’t stand up for you, it’s just… a matter of priorities,” Dao Lord Qiming said, then muttered to herself, “This Han Xiao hasn’t participated in any competitions for many years. I don’t know what her cultivation level is now. I have to be wary of her.”
Zeng Jun didn’t hear the last part, but he suddenly realized something. He abandoned the idea of showing off his bloody bones and instead asked, “Master, I saw Han Xiao when I was coming here. Did she come to see you, or did you seek her out?”
“She came to find me, but I was also planning to find her,” Dao Lord Qiming said, propping her chin on one hand. Her expression turned solemn. “Do you know why I said you deserved those ten lashes?”
Zeng Jun was bewildered. “Why?”
“Something happened in the Ice Soul Secret Realm.”
“What happened?”
Dao Lord Qiming suddenly stood up. “The demonic energy inside surged.”
Zeng Jun swallowed nervously. Having been in the Bright Snow Sect for so long, he naturally knew there were demons in the Ice Soul Secret Realm—a few minor ones, nothing to worry about.
But seeing the Dao Lord’s grave expression, Zeng Jun knew this was no simple matter.
He thought for a moment, then stammered, “Then, Master, when did this demonic energy surge?”
“Was it when I was on guard, or when Jiang Chunai was on guard?”
Dao Lord Qiming had a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to have barbs. She stared into Zeng Jun’s eyes and said, word by word:
“According to the investigation, it was during the days you were on duty.”
In that instant, a chill shot up Zeng Jun’s spine.
But in the next moment, the Dao Lord’s words calmed him somewhat.
“But, it could also have been when Jiang Chunai was on duty,” Dao Lord Qiming had already turned her back by then. “After all, she went to the Ice Soul Secret Realm after you, didn’t she?”
Zeng Jun paused for a moment, and a sinister smile finally spread across his face.
He understood his master’s meaning.
Han Xiao, Jiang Chunai, I will not let you go.
Ever since she had taught Yan Linglong the First Form of the Purple Lightning Green Frost Sword Style, the girl had tirelessly crossed the mountain every day to learn swordsmanship from her. It brought a little bit of comfort to Jiang Chunai’s otherwise dull and tasteless life.
The encounter in the secret realm always made her feel as if she had betrayed her identity, and the events that occurred in the middle of the night left her even more confused.
She didn’t know why she would see that deep pink, rich fruit before her eyes, and then be tempted by it.
She didn’t know why, when she closed her eyes, she would think of coupling with a person with a human face and a snake’s body, and why she would feel happy because such a fantasy could relieve the effects of the Passion Lure.
Sometimes, when the mood struck, Jiang Chunai would even be bold enough to let her imagination run wild. In that case, would her senior sister, who was usually as pure as deep snow, also be tormented like this by the Passion Lure in countless midnight dreams?
But Jiang Chunai felt that wasn’t realistic.
After all, Han Xiao’s strength was unfathomable. Perhaps she had already neutralized the gu poison after that night.
The way she had hastily thrown on her clothes and told her to scram was proof enough. If she could erase that memory, Han Xiao would probably do anything.
Let alone allow the Passion Lure to remain in her body.
In an instant, Jiang Chunai felt that her own obscene dreams were more like wishful thinking. She had never had such thoughts about Senior Sister Han Xiao before.
“Senior Sister, I’m done, I’m done!” Yan Linglong executed another move, like a peacock spreading its tail, her eyes shining as she awaited Jiang Chunai’s critique. “How did I do this time? I’ve changed my opening move according to your instructions!”
Jiang Chunai’s face suddenly flushed red. She was too embarrassed to tell her junior sister that her mind had been wandering. She coughed twice, about to ask her junior sister to do it again, when a commotion erupted outside the training grounds.
A crowd of people suddenly surged in. Jiang Chunai and Yan Linglong both recognized the man in the lead, who wore a formal headpiece.
—It was Jing Shun, the most powerful disciple under Dao Lord Qiming.
Unlike Zeng Jun, who was all name and no substance, Jing Shun had truly distinguished himself in various competitions and had risen quickly. However, he had lost to Jiang Chunai very early on, which had severely dented his pride.
Jiang Chunai had always suspected that he wanted to win back his lost face, but since then, she had often traveled the world and rarely participated in competitions. So while he may have been willing, she was not.
Yan Linglong was, after all, a disciple of Dao Lord Qiming. Seeing her senior brother arrive now, her expression became somewhat embarrassed.
She stammered, “Senior Brother, wh-why did you bring so many people here?”
Jing Shun said, “By order of the Sect Leader, Dao Lord Qiming, I am here to escort Jiang Chunai for judgment.”
Jiang Chunai’s pupils dilated. Before she could speak, Yan Linglong blurted out, “What did Senior Sister do wrong?”
“The demonic energy in the Ice Soul Secret Realm has surged… the demon inside has escaped,” Jing Shun sneered. “As for the timing, it just so happens to be during the days Jiang Chunai was on duty. I’ll have to trouble you to come with me.”
After speaking, Jing Shun brandished a crescent-shaped silver token in his hand. It indeed bore the seal of Dao Lord Qiming.
“Huh?” Yan Linglong was utterly confused. “But, it wasn’t necessarily Senior Sister during those days. Wasn’t there still Senior Brother Zeng…”
“Shut up,” Jing Shun frowned, annoyed. “Yan Linglong, you need to remember which master you serve. The Dao Lord taught you techniques, not so you could be here learning swordplay from some strange person who might be a demon!”
Jing Shun was genuinely intimidating, unlike Zeng Jun. Yan Linglong could only lower her gaze and fiddle with her fingers, saying softly, “Mm, how could Senior Sister possibly be a demon?”
There must be a mistake somewhere, right?
Senior Sister Jiang can’t be a demon!
The junior sister still wanted to speak up for Senior Sister Chunai, but to her surprise, Jiang Chunai suddenly looked up and said, “I understand. Junior Brother Jing, where are you taking me?”
Yan Linglong’s eyes widened in disbelief. She wanted to say more but was silenced by a sharp look from one of the cultivators by Jing Shun’s side.
How annoying. We’re all people of the Bright Snow Sect, why are they being so harsh to Senior Sister Jiang?
And why is Senior Sister Jiang being so compliant?
“Don’t call me Junior Brother, Daoist Jiang,” Jing Shun said with a chilling smile. “You and I don’t have the same master. There’s no need.”
Jiang Chunai’s throat moved, and her eyes flickered.
What did he just call me? A demon? Does that count as a kind of verdict on me?
Jiang Chunai was suddenly lost in thought.
Truth be told, ever since she returned from the secret realm, her days had been a muddled haze. She had always felt that the matter of the secret realm had no conclusion.
The voice that had tempted her in her sea of consciousness also came and went intermittently, as if she was always meant to step into the Ice Soul Secret Realm and couple with that fox demon.
…If it was fated, then what was the difference between her and a demon?
And yet, this self of hers, no different from a demon, had postured as a leader of the righteous path, killed countless demons, and at the same time, failed her late master.
How ridiculous.
She knew the events of that day were not over.
See, here it was. Jing Shun, bearing the token of Dao Lord Qiming—the token of the Bright Snow Sect’s leader—had come to find her. It felt like he was about to give her a release.
Whether it was being whipped by the Soul-Piercing Rope, being sent to Reflection Cliff to repent, or even having her immortal marrow stripped away—any of it would be an ending.
“I understand. Then take me there,” she said, her enunciation very light.