Senior Sister Went Mad After My Fake Death Chapter 72

A snake is always obedient. Just as Han Xiao had been back then, not daring to make a sound when Jiang Chunai had her by her vital point, Tianli was now being thoroughly lectured by her mother—
“Your other mother is still recovering from a serious illness. To force Chongji out of her body, we cultivators exhausted a great deal of our cultivation and worked tirelessly, but the one who suffered the most was your mother,” Jiang Chunai instructed Tianli with the utmost seriousness. “You should be more considerate of her. Of course, if you truly want to show off…”
Tianli, who was so drowsy from the lecture her eyelids were about to close but who was too frightened to actually fall asleep, suddenly opened her eyes wide. She looked at Jiang Chunai with shimmering eyes, hoping to hear a different kind of answer from her mother.
If she really wanted to show off, what could she do?
But Tianli quickly realized her mistake.
As her mother continued, her tone did indeed soften, but what she said was, “Then you can come find me.”
“Then never mind.” Tianli hung her head, silently grumbling to herself. What was I even expecting? Mother, as completely expected, is on her side. She muttered, “I know, Mother. I won’t say things like that again.”
She was afraid of touching upon her other mother’s painful memories.
Although, Tianli felt that the two of them didn’t seem particularly sad.
Only then did Jiang Chunai nod lightly. She looked up at the sky outside and told Tianli she could go out to cultivate.
Tianli agreed and walked slowly to the door. She suddenly turned back, glanced at Jiang Chunai as if remembering something, and added, “Mother, was she like this before?”
Jiang Chunai looked back, puzzled, but it didn’t take long for her to understand what Tianli meant.
“That’s right. Her attitude before could be described as severe.”
…In truth, Han Xiao was not a particularly magnanimous person. Her disgust or approval was written all over her face, which was why when she was wronged, she never hid it.
But it was precisely this kind of person who, when the young Jiang Chunai had shaken the rain and dew from the trees all over her as she climbed the mountain, had continued upward without a change in expression.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chunai suddenly smiled.
She and her Senior Sister probably had a long, long road still ahead of them.
After her lesson, Tianli became much more well-behaved. While cultivating diligently, she didn’t forget the classic texts of Yanqiu. Like a scholar in the mortal realm, she sometimes had to copy books.
Her daily homework had to be checked by Jiang Chunai. For this, Tianli had brought in a long, wide wooden desk, piled high with scriptures she couldn’t understand.
…She had to make her mother realize that she was a rather studious child, right?
As Tianli became more obedient, her mother without cultivation also found something to do.
Cooking.
Her mother, who had once been a stranger to the kitchen, unable to distinguish between the various seasonings, now seemed like a completely different person.
She began to meticulously study the art of cooking.
From fumbling and clueless at the beginning, to calm and adept later on, amid the clatter of pots and pans and the mingling of ingredients and spices, her mother changed bit by bit. Her former distance and ignorance in the kitchen had completely transformed into her current love and skill.
Tianli, after all, was the one who just had to open her mouth to eat, so she was of course happy about this and would occasionally go to the kitchen to help out.
—As if in reciprocation, her other mother had started to check on her homework and cultivation progress these past few days.
Her mother had once been the noble first disciple of the Immortal Lord, whom others could only look up to from afar. Although she had lost all her cultivation, the solid fundamentals of her swordsmanship remained.
One time, her mother offered to guide her. With a peach-wood sword in hand, she disarmed Tianli in just a few moves with a series of slashes, strikes, and cuts.
Today, her mother must have come to see her homework, since she’s in the study, Tianli thought.
She sensed her arrival from her mother’s unique, silent steps. The first time, she hadn’t noticed Han Xiao’s approach and was caught slacking off. A couple of taps on her drowsy head had startled her awake, and since then, she had a deep impression of her mother’s silent walk.
Goodness, she had to use spiritual energy to make her own steps silent!
It was because Tianli had kept this in mind that she could pretend to be studying diligently when Han Xiao arrived.
“…Still working hard?” Han Xiao was carrying a food box. “I went down the mountain yesterday and happened to see a vendor selling osmanthus cakes. Knowing you have a sweet tooth, I brought some back for you.”
Tianli truly lived up to the name she had given herself.
She immediately put down her brush, shot up from her seat, and took the elegantly patterned sandalwood food box from her mother, opening it with great excitement.
“You must wash your hands first,” Han Xiao reminded her gently.
Reminded, Tianli scratched her head in embarrassment and replied in a tiny voice, “I know, Mother. I’ll go right now.”
The osmanthus cakes her mother specially brought back were truly exceptional!
After washing her hands, Tianli opened the box, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus rushed to greet her.
She gently picked up a piece and placed it in her mouth. The sweet, moist flavor instantly blossomed on her tongue, the soft, glutinous cake melting the moment it entered her mouth, its sweet fragrance lingering between her lips and teeth. She ate with relish, her eyes curving into crescents, completely intoxicated.
While she ate, Han Xiao didn’t forget to look at what she had studied that day. She even got inspired and, using the brush Tianli had left on the table, casually wrote a few characters herself.
Tianli stuffed her mouth full of osmanthus cake and then saw her mother’s flamboyant, dancing calligraphy. She couldn’t help but be astonished.
After the astonishment came a greater sense of dread. Before Tianli could even swallow the cake in her mouth, she puffed up her cheeks and cried out tearfully, “M-Mother!”
Han Xiao stared at her, puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
Did she choke? But seeing her daughter’s face flushed red, unable to even swallow, it didn’t quite look like she was choking on something.
It looked more like she had something urgent to say, as if she was running out of time.
Han Xiao frowned slightly, put down her brush, turned, and went around to Tianli’s back, patting it gently. “Eat slowly, eat slowly. Whatever you have to say, you can say it after you’ve finished eating.”
With the pastry stuck in her throat, Tianli’s face was still bright red. After a great effort, she finally swallowed the morsel and then said with a whimper, “Mother, your handwriting is different from mine. My other mother is going to check my homework. When she sees you helped me write, she’ll definitely scold me again.”
“She just scolded me yesterday, I don’t want it to happen again tomorrow!”
Han Xiao took a moment to process this, then, a moment later, she let out a rather unkind laugh. “Alright, I understand. But you don’t need to be anxious. What’s the big deal if I help you write this once? If you’re afraid your mother will find out, how about this: I’ll go talk to her first and tell her not to find fault with you over this.”
Without waiting for Tianli to reply, Han Xiao promised, “I promise you, I will definitely go and tell her. If I go, she certainly won’t say anything more.”
Tianli’s face was still grim. “No, no, no, don’t go. It’s okay, I’m almost an adult, I can handle these things myself…”
Then, she recited a long string of text as if chanting a sutra. It seemed Jiang Chunai had lectured her so often that she could recite it fluently.
After she finished, Tianli stuffed another piece of osmanthus cake into her mouth.
It was certainly no problem for her mother to go speak with her other mother. Her other mother would never find fault with her.
But she was a different story.
…At times like these, Tianli would deeply reflect and suspect that she had been picked up from somewhere by her mothers.
Either that, or they were just too in love with each other.
She hadn’t even finished eating when the sound of rhythmic footsteps suddenly came from the doorway. Tianli’s hair instantly stood on end in fright—she had specifically used this sound as a comparison to her other mother’s silent steps!
It was her first mother’s footsteps!
Oh no, why is she still eating here? But luckily, her other mother was still here to back her up. At this thought, Tianli’s heart calmed slightly. She forced a smile and looked at Jiang Chunai. “Mother, come and have some of this osmanthus cake!”
“My other mother went down the mountain yesterday and brought this back especially for you.”
See, how clever, how quick-witted! Tianli was silently praising herself and awaiting Jiang Chunai’s reaction.
However, Jiang Chunai simply said softly, “Yes, I’ve already eaten.”
Tianli: ?
Is that right?
Tianli was still worried sick about her homework. Han Xiao’s flamboyant calligraphy was on it. Would this anger her mother?
She waited in terror for Jiang Chunai to cast her gaze upon the scroll.
Her mother’s gaze felt tangible. When it landed on the scroll, Tianli felt her heart skip a beat. However, what she had expected did not happen.
Jiang Chunai’s eyes swept quickly over the scroll, and then she said to Tianli, “You’ve worked hard studying. You’ve been very diligent these past few days. Go on out and play.”
Tianli let out a sigh of relief and quickly said, “Okay!”
Wonderful! Mother is letting her go out!
Tianli was now overjoyed and ran off with abandon.
Ah, Mother is so nice!
Of course, my other mother is nice too!
Han Xiao gently raised an eyebrow. She still hadn’t forgotten the task Tianli had entrusted her with. “When I came today, I saw Tianli scratching her head at the contents of this scroll, so I came over and taught her a little.”
Han Xiao had expected Jiang Chunai to be surprised, but the latter showed almost no reaction, simply humming in acknowledgment and saying, “I know.”
She wasn’t surprised, which surprised Han Xiao.
Jiang Chunai didn’t answer her immediately. Instead, she slowly picked up the brush Tianli had used—
As Han Xiao wondered, Jiang Chunai spoke, smiling at her. “Mother taught Tianli how to write. Won’t you consider teaching your Junior Sister me?”
This sudden, slightly strange shift in address was something Jiang Chunai was particularly fond of.
Han Xiao’s breath caught. She lowered her head and smiled silently. “Of course, I’ll teach you.”
She had already given her the osmanthus cakes first. How could she not teach her to write?
Even the act of placing her hand over hers seemed intimate.
Palm against the back of the hand, strands of warmth passed between them.
The moment their skin touched, it wasn’t an abrupt connection, but rather a long-awaited fitting together.
It was only natural to have such thoughts—after all, the two of them, in a sense, were once one person.
Jiang Chunai was an obedient junior sister, just as she had been back in the Bright Snow Sect, when she had so sincerely and diligently asked her how to cultivate.
Jiang Chunai was still as sincere and unchanged, but Han Xiao had changed.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she applied more force, holding the back of Jiang Chunai’s hand, making her continue.
But as she watched, her gaze drifted.
She looked down at her long, dense lashes, then to her fair cheeks, which were now flushed with a faint red.
She knew her cheeks were soft.
Han Xiao’s reverie did not last long. When she looked down again, her eyes met Jiang Chunai’s, which had been watching her for some time.
“Senior Sister was distracted,” Jiang Chunai said.
When Han Xiao came to her senses, she saw the faint scar on Jiang Chunai’s right ring finger.
Her heart suddenly jolted, then beat like a frantic drum. She knew what that scar was from.
Clearly, seeing her stunned expression, Jiang Chunai also realized what Han Xiao was thinking.
A smile played on her lips as she said, “Is Senior Sister still worried? But… it has already grown back.”
Han Xiao’s eyes dimmed. She gently took Jiang Chunai’s hand. “But it did, in the end, have to grow back.”
It wasn’t new. It wasn’t the original.
It seemed they had not been able to keep their original forms.
From big things like their faces, to small things like a finger.
“Senior Sister,” Jiang Chunai suddenly stood on her tiptoes and gently nibbled Han Xiao’s earlobe, which had turned a shade of pink. “Don’t you think some things are better when they start anew?”
Anew, anew.
To her, this word was more like the beginning of a broken mirror being mended.
And so she listened with bated breath to the rest of Jiang Chunai’s sentence.
Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly, crushed with an urgent pressure, yet it couldn’t stop its struggling beat. She could only hold her breath, hoping the answer would be the one she wanted.
“Is that so?” Han Xiao’s body trembled, and a fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead, moistening her stray hairs.
“And Senior Sister has changed too,” Jiang Chunai chuckled lowly, no longer content with just kissing her earlobe. She moved down along her cheek, kissing her lips.
The touch was as soft as ever—just as she called herself, a soft-skinned snake, soft and tempting, making one want to part her teeth and delve deeper into desire.
Han Xiao had, after all, been the glorious first disciple of the Immortal Lord for so many years, and later the City Lord of the Crimson Smelting City with the power of life and death. As such, she was usually quite imposing, and her clothes were always neat.
Today, she was even more impeccably dressed—she was wearing wrist guards.
As Jiang Chunai kissed her, plundering the remaining breath in her mouth, she slipped a hand inside her wrist guard.
Kissed until her face was flushed, Han Xiao could soon only look at Jiang Chunai with moist eyes. “…What are you doing?”
When did it start? Her heart had long been moved by Jiang Chunai’s thoughts.
“Weren’t you lamenting that it had to grow back anew?”
Han Xiao meant that a regrown finger wasn’t as good.
Han Xiao frowned slightly. When she realized what was happening, her face turned even redder than before.
Like a ripe lychee.
The wrist guard was pressed on tightly. After the ring finger had entered by half a knuckle, it could go no deeper.
Wetness enveloped the fingertip. The stuffy dampness of the fabric and the warm stickiness of skin were clearly perceptible.
“How can Senior Sister be like this…” Jiang Chunai winked at Han Xiao, and repeating her words from last time, she said in her ear in a rather flirtatious tone, “It’s so tight here, so wet, so hot.”
“Then what should be done?” Han Xiao’s gaze gradually darkened with deep desire.
—What did her Junior Sister mean by that?
She understood perfectly.
So Han Xiao didn’t move. Instead, she indulged Jiang Chunai, pushing her wrist a little further onto her finger.
“Is it still like that now?”
In the narrow space between them, a storm of passion collided, striking a spark that could no longer be suppressed.
“Mmm, still is. Everywhere is,” Jiang Chunai said intimately, then complained coquettishly that her wrist guard was pressed on too tightly.
Before Han Xiao could react, Jiang Chunai had pulled her onto the desk—
“Senior Sister,” Jiang Chunai murmured Han Xiao’s name, parting her rosy, moist lips.
Soon, Senior Sister’s legs would be parted just like her lips.
“…Mmm?” The blush on Han Xiao’s cheeks did not fade. She had already understood her junior sister’s actions—fine, dense threads had already wound around her junior sister’s wrist.
This love Gu was still in her spiritual altar.
They both remembered its effect.
Deeply planted in the spiritual altar, it could not be removed, creating love, desire, and clinging obsession from nothing.
As Jiang Chunai parted her lips, Han Xiao barely hesitated. She simply kissed her rounded fingertips, her mind filled with endless fantasies, hoping these few jade-like fingers would turn into a sweet spring dew that could wetly and warmly fill the parched, narrow path of her throat.
Jiang Chunai watched this scene, completely intoxicated.
Beneath the large desk Tianli had moved in, layers of clothing were now spread out, though when they were discarded was anyone’s guess.
The snowy peaks before her eyes swayed, like soft white flowers newly blooming in spring.
It added a touch of graceful charm, while also feeling new and fresh.
“Senior Sister, I came today just to tell you… Chunai’s fingers are perfectly fine. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
Han Xiao was speechless—or more accurately, she had no spare moment to speak.
She simply lowered her eyes and took Jiang Chunai’s fingers into her mouth, enveloping them section by section, wetly licking their tips.
Jiang Chunai stared intently at her Senior Sister. Even though her Senior Sister’s cultivation was now completely gone, the Gu poison showed no signs of having faded.
How wonderful.
They were about to sink into the same depravity once more.
—When was the last time? When they were in the valley. Back then, Jiang Chunai hadn’t hoped for any particular answer.
But now it was better; she felt much better.
She knew what answer she wanted.
When she opened her eyes again, the scene before her was still a boundless landscape of snow-pressed plums. A crimson hue swirled around them, a fragrance seeping to the bone.
What was a snake’s true nature? The two of them couldn’t be clearer. Besides, they were always meant to fit together intimately, to feel each other.
She gently wrapped an arm around her waist.
Just now, through their shared senses, she had already learned of Han Xiao’s fantasy: she had hoped these jade-like fingers would turn into a sweet spring dew, able to fill her parched, narrow throat with warmth and moisture.
She was, after all, the one who admired her Senior Sister the most.
And so, she kissed her again.
This place, because Tianli studied here, was rarely visited by anyone and was very quiet.
Thus, their faint gasps were exceptionally clear. If one were to listen closely, they might even hear the sound of a snake flicking its tongue.
The faint sounds were at first long and dense, but gradually they grew higher and sharper.
The fresh white flower that had just bloomed in spring was blown by a gust of wind, transforming into a ripe, magnificent beauty, exuding a fragrant aroma.
“Ah, achoo!” Tianli rubbed her nose and reluctantly said goodbye to her little friends. “I don’t think I can stay out any later!”
“Tianli, you can’t keep inhaling all this pollen. Why are you sneezing again?” one of her friends asked with a laugh. “What’s the rush to go back?”
“It’s not that I’m in a rush!” Tianli said, vexed. “I’ve been out for a long time already.”
“But your mother didn’t come looking for you today, did she? She must be busy with something. It’s fine, it’s fine, come play with us a little longer.”
That’s right! Usually, her mother kept a very close eye on her, but it was already dusk and her mother still hadn’t come to find her.
Still, Tianli hesitated. “But I came out this morning, it’s been a long time. Maybe… maybe if Mother doesn’t give me trouble today, she’ll give me trouble tomorrow?”
However, her little friends seemed determined to make her stay. “It’s fine, we’ll deal with tomorrow’s problems tomorrow!”
Tianli was not a strong-willed person. The moment they urged her, she immediately gave in.
She did, after all, have a penchant for cutting corners.
Just like in her room, which she returned to late, where the sounds of faint, coquettish complaints could be heard.
“…Tianli definitely takes after you.” Han Xiao’s face was like a ripe, magnificent flower.
But Jiang Chunai just giggled and kissed the tip of her nose. “After all, Chongji was never any good.”