After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 1

It was the transition from late winter to early spring. The moonlight was hazy, and the peach branch gently swayed in the wind, shaking off a dusting of thin snow.

Peach petals drifted into the warm, swirling water of the pond, plop, and were caught in the curl of the water.

A flash of red shimmered beneath the surface. A small, white-spotted red fish peeked out, seemingly bored, and nudged the peach bubble.

The surroundings were silent, and a flurry of snowflakes landed on her head.

So cold.

With a sudden splash as she exited the water, the goldfish-like red fish in the pond was gone.

In its place, a naked figure stood by the pond. Her face was like a peach blossom, her eyes like pink jade, and her pale feet lightly tapped the water’s surface.

Though she wore no clothes, her demon power protected her, so she wasn’t actually cold. She lowered her head and quietly rubbed her belly.

The crunchy, fragrant roasted mealworms were all gone.

All for the sake of waiting for her supposed object of repayment.

Chu Zhao clenched her fist in frustration. She shouldn’t have trusted the divination from the Mountain God, that old tree hag. Having already reached the Great Accomplishment stage of her transformation, she was powerful enough to wreak havoc in any region, so why should she repay a debt to a mortal?

She only had herself to blame for desperately wanting to break through her current cultivation and form a demon core so she could go back and indulge her few warm and soft wives in her cave dwelling.

Haidai was delicate and frail, with the grace of a weak willow in the wind, and loved to personally feed her sweets. Pang Xie was curvy, also graceful and charming, and skilled at styling her hair. Chu Zhao had painstakingly collected all these beauties.

Not to mention Shanhu from a few days ago. Just thinking of the name made Chu Zhao’s ears and cheeks flush.

She yearned for the taste of that night when Shanhu reverted to her true form, her soft, delicate tentacles wrapping around her, lulling her to sleep.

Shanhu should have lived in the Immersed Silence Sea near the desolate mountains, a beautiful coral that had cultivated for a hundred years, yet for some unknown reason, she was content to reside in Chu Zhao’s humble cave and be intimate night after night.

She must be completely captivated by me.

So what if a female demon was a little promiscuous? Besides, she was a formidable Great Demon, on the verge of breaking through to the Demon Core stage and ready to wreak havoc.

It was a pity she couldn’t now.

Chu Zhao felt quite deflated and submerged herself into the hot spring. She was hungry, tired, and her body felt uncomfortable.

She recalled that before leaving, she had summoned Shanhu for a playful tryst. But Shanhu seemed to sense something, gently stroked her face, and quietly asked, “Ah Chu, have you been feeling irritable or unwell lately?”

Chu Zhao nodded. Shanhu then leaned close to her and started talking about strange things like “cycles” and “ovulation.”

Chu Zhao was startled, then annoyed and shy, “…That’s not it. I, I just ate something bad.”

But then she remembered that her body had indeed been feeling hot and sticky lately, her appetite had grown, and she always felt like clinging to her beauties for hugs and kisses.

Now, without her beauties and with an empty stomach, it was all the fault of the Mountain God—no, that unreliable object of repayment.

Thinking this, Chu Zhao took out a section of the divination peach branch given to her by the Mountain God and shook it.

She closed her eyes, pretended to pray devoutly, and asked, “Where is my object of repayment? My bathwater is about to get cold!”

Silence.

Caw—

A nameless black bird circled overhead, and even the rising steam seemed to still.

Chu Zhao was a little annoyed and shook the peach branch again, this time very hard. Petals rained down all over her legs.

But before she could ask her question, a strange piece of music suddenly drifted from afar, the tune alternating between shrill and soft. Looking over, a blurred shadow of a bridal sedan chair appeared deep in the woods.

Complex red silk curtains hung down, embroidered with vivid, flying phoenixes. Several bearers carried the sedan, with two others playing music along the way. Yet, the atmosphere was strangely dead.

Human marriage rituals are so weird.

Unfortunately, Chu Zhao couldn’t suppress her curiosity.

She discarded the bare peach branch, transformed into a small fish, and darted to hide beneath a patch of peach petals. She extended a thread of demon power, intending to check the appearance of the beauty inside the sedan.

The sedan bearers around them were completely oblivious.

The demon power lightly lifted the sedan curtain. The beauty inside leaned against a corner, with a jade-like nose and cherry lips, resting with her eyes closed. She was clad in a simple white robe with no other embellishments, its hem embroidered with a single lotus leaf—a beauty that was almost breathtaking.

But before Chu Zhao could look any longer, the beauty’s long eyelashes seemed to twitch.

Immediately, a sharp pain shot through Chu Zhao’s mind, and her demon power was forcibly repelled and wiped away.

So painful.

“We’ve arrived.” The bearers stopped, conveniently right beside the pond where Chu Zhao was hiding.

“This is the spot. Throw the sedan in, and the Water Demon Lord can protect us for a whole year.”

There’s such a good thing?

Chu Zhao no longer cared about repayment. She quickly swam to the center of the pond, flicking her tail as she swam and secretly keeping an eye out.

She waited for the beauty to be thrown in so she could catch her and snatch her back to her cave dwelling.

The light snow was hazy. The several big men on the bank were still mumbling, indecisive.

Chu Zhao was both anxious and irritated. She swam to the bank, flicked her tail left and right, bit the tip of the red ribbon, and tugged hard downwards.

Who cares about some Water Demon? Her cave dwelling was luxurious, with abundant treasures and delicacies. Not only was her demon power strong, but even the small fish and shrimp around her benefited and cultivated twice as fast.

What’s more, she was handsome, so of course, the beauty should marry her instead.

After what felt like an eternity, her wish was finally granted. The moment the sedan submerged into the water, Chu Zhao swam into the layers of thick curtains.

She carefully blew a bubble, thoughtfully making sure the beauty wouldn’t drown.

But as the water inside the sedan rocked, the blurry view revealed that it was completely empty.

There was only a somewhat familiar peach branch, floating up and down with the water.

Chu Zhao held the peach branch in her mouth, looking around.

There was no sign of anyone.

Just as she was wondering, the entire bridal sedan suddenly shook violently.

The surroundings seemed to turn upside down. Something at the bottom of the pond was tightly sucking everything in, like an insatiable, greedy ink squid, drawing the offered bride into its embrace.

The sound of rushing water filled her ears.

When she opened her eyes again, the scene before her had completely changed.

She seemed to have fallen into a deep well.

The air was faint, covered in decaying weeds, and the sky was dozens of feet above. Blue glowworms fluttered about.

The red bridal sedan was smashed to pieces, its framework skeletal, its silk scattered, looking utterly miserable.

Chu Zhao scanned the area and quickly determined this was just the cave dwelling of a stinky ink squid demon. Not only was its cultivation low, but it also used ink for “face washing” all day, making the whole area pitch black.

This dwelling was poor and desolate, not even a fraction as comfortable and spacious as her happy home.

However…

Not far away, scattered about were several exquisitely embroidered deep-red wedding dresses, along with many women’s delicate headpieces and cosmetic boxes, glittering with gold.

But now, these items, stripped of their owner, looked pathetic and eerie.

Perhaps they were brought by the women sent as brides for the stinky ink squid demon.

Chu Zhao gnashed her teeth in anger.

If you don’t know how to please a beauty, don’t take a wife! She should have just come and claimed this mountain as her territory. She certainly wouldn’t let a beauty perish here.

She suddenly remembered the white-robed woman resting her eyes in the sedan earlier.

The fin that concealed her form felt hot.

She had cultivated for over a hundred years and had never seen anyone as beautiful as that woman.

If this was the Water Demon’s dwelling, could the beauty be nearby?

At this thought, Chu Zhao quietly swallowed and transformed into her human form.

Her gaze fell on the beautiful wedding clothes and glittering jewelry scattered all over. She first picked up two embroidered shoes, clumsily put them on, and then picked up a satin wedding dress.

She had heard that humans must wear clothes to be polite.

Especially someone like her, who was proposing marriage, must be dressed beautifully to win the beauty’s heart.

Fumbling around, and unused to wearing clothes, Chu Zhao draped the entire cloth around herself like a kāṣāya robe, tying a large bow at her waist.

The deep red made her skin look even paler. She then picked up a few scattered pearl hairpins and slanted them into her hair.

But before she could admire herself, the surroundings suddenly shook violently. The water ripples spread out, blurring into a murky haze.

From the depths of the cave, several small shrimp and crabs with low cultivation suddenly scurried out. Although they couldn’t yet take human form, their small eyes were wide with terror, squeaking and frantically fleeing.

One wrinkled little shrimp scurried to Chu Zhao’s feet. She grabbed it by its whiskers, and it struggled desperately.

Chu Zhao blinked and asked, “What’s wrong? Where is your master?”

The little shrimp was almost scared to death a second time.

The demon before her was smiling sweetly, was not only more highly cultivated than its master but also… looked like a fish demon who could swallow it whole.

“Master,” the little shrimp fawned, waving its whiskers. “You are my master.”

Weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Chu Zhao didn’t want to bully a piece of food. Seeing she couldn’t get any information, she boredly tossed the little shrimp aside.

She pulled out a night-luminescent pearl she carried with her, and walked away from the small demons, heading deeper into the dwelling with a confident, unconcerned gait.

After passing through a deep, dark path, the surroundings became increasingly silent, until she passed through a boundary barrier, and the light suddenly became dazzling.

This was a space carved out of jade, tightly sealed. In a corner, a small pool of water gave off a misty heat. Nearby, mermaid oil longevity lamps were lit, their flames still and burning eternally.

In the center was a mutton-fat jade bed carved with strange, complex ice spirit patterns. Just looking at it from afar made one feel a bone-chilling cold.

And upon it lay a woman in a deep sleep with her eyes closed.

The space seemed to warm slightly with Chu Zhao’s intrusion. Moisture condensed on the woman’s porcelain-like, delicate profile. She looked like a carefully sculpted jade figurine, beautiful but completely lifeless.

She lay on the chilling jade stone, her snow-white clothes soaked, her waist incredibly slender.

Her wrist hung down over the edge of the jade bed, and the edge of her pristine sleeve was embroidered with a lotus leaf.

Chu Zhao breathed shallowly. Though it was very cold, she felt her face inexplicably flush hot.

Is this my bride?

She had never imagined her demon life could be this wonderful.

Carefully taking off the embroidered shoes, still feeling a little shy, Chu Zhao climbed onto the jade stone, ready to snuggle with the beauty.

She felt strangely hot inside. It must be that “ovulation” period Shanhu mentioned again.

But a hug from her bride would surely make her feel better.

So cold.

Lying in the woman’s arms, resting her head on her collarbone, Chu Zhao shivered from the cold.

She huddled close, wanting to use her body heat to warm the other person, but quickly realized her eyelashes were freezing, and even her breath turned white.

This won’t do.

Chu Zhao glanced at the small pool in the room, whose surface emitted an enticing warmth.

She gritted her teeth and laboriously carried the beauty into the hot spring. Only then was she satisfied.

Though she didn’t yet know how to perform dual cultivation, if they were to have baby fish, and they bathed like this together… would she give birth, or would the beauty give birth?

Chu Zhao’s face turned redder the more she thought about it. She gave a quick peck on the woman’s cheek, then stared at her pale pink lips, letting her imagination run wild.

The woman’s robe was quickly soaked, her unbound long hair wet, her neck slender, her skin like porcelain, and her eyelashes lowered in quiet stillness.

Still no movement.

Leaning in the woman’s embrace, Chu Zhao boldly touched the graceful curve of her chest and then leaned in to listen.

Dead silence.

The beauty… died?

How could this be?

Sorrow and bitterness filled Chu Zhao.

Although she knew humans were fragile, she couldn’t believe it at this moment. It felt as though the pearl and treasure she had worked so hard to obtain had suddenly vanished.

Chu Zhao was so frantic that her fish tail almost appeared. Without a second thought, she lunged forward, pressing her lips against the woman’s to transfer demon power.

She was scared and panicked, her eyes reddening. She desperately poured the cultivation she had so painstakingly saved up into the woman.

The beauty’s lips were soft, but they remained cold, refusing to warm up, seemingly swallowing her cultivation like a bottomless pit.

“No, don’t die…” Chu Zhao was so sad that her tears were about to fall. She closed her eyes and pleaded in a low voice, gently shaking the beauty’s lapel.

“I, I have lots and lots of pearls in my cave. I’ll give them all to you. And a clam-shell soft bed that isn’t cold at all, and mealworms…”

Still no response.

Their lips were still pressed tightly together. Chu Zhao vaguely felt something grasp her waist.

She was still sobbing, thinking about where she should bury the beauty.

Opening her eyes, she was surprised to meet a pair of pale, clear eyes.

The woman’s jaw was tight, her eyelashes dusted with frost. Her snow-white robe was partially open, and traces of water silently slid down her jade neck, exposing a graceful curve.

The lotus leaf embroidered on her sleeve quietly floated on the water. The longevity lamp’s light reflected the ripples in her peach blossom eyes, lacking any lively emotion, “…”

The woman maintained her grip on Chu Zhao’s waist. A slight tightening could crush her soul and make her vanish into dust.

Yet, she allowed Chu Zhao to kiss her, completely motionless.

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