After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 10

“So thirsty… kiss me.”…

She quickly walked to the well and leaned down to pick up the porcelain bowl.

As Si Jing expected, it was empty.

She put away Yuan Ling and Shen Susu’s belongings, then lit another Tracing Talisman .

But the white smoke that rose offered no direction; the two seemed to have vanished into thin air in this ghost town.

Si Jing remained silent, looking up to survey the small courtyard.

The flow rate of the clepsydra (water clock) in the courtyard seemed unusual, or perhaps it was abnormally chaotic. It had been dusk when she entered, but now a crescent moon hung high; it was already midnight.

The moonlight was hazy and faint, scattering over the moss-covered stone well. Her slender fingers casually rested on the well curb.

In another fleeting moment of distraction, a small, crimson fish shadow suddenly appeared in the clear water enclosed by the stone wall.

The little red fish seemed to be asleep, its posture relaxed and stretched out, remaining motionless for a long time.

Si Jing rubbed her fingertip. A wisp of extremely fine, shimmering ice silk catching the moonlight, connected her long index finger to the little red fish.

This was the spell she had intentionally cast before descending the mountain.

She lowered her gaze and dipped her delicate hand into the icy well water, stirring it and creating rings of ripples.

The little fish, sleeping soundly, was awakened by the mountain-toppling, sea-overturning giant waves.

First, the tip of its tail twitched, and only then did its pair of round eyes seem to gain a flicker of life, glistening and moist.

Si Jing parted her lips, intending to wake the sleeping fish, but was unsure of the appropriate name to use.

From the scenes in the Past-Gazing Mirror, her several demon wives all called her “A-Zhu”, and she had referred to herself as such, yet she didn’t know her actual name.

She had no choice but to say directly, “Red Fish, I have something to ask you.”

“The two people who brought you down the mountain, one is tall and cunning, the other is timid and stutters slightly. Where are they now?”

The crimson little fish tilted its head, seemingly having just conquered its drowsiness, and was trying hard to comprehend her words.

Si Jing’s wrist was still submerged in the cold water.

The demonic energy here was excessive, making her feel mentally fatigued, so she had to use the bitterly cold well water to keep herself clear-headed.

But this, unexpectedly, became an opportunity for the fish.

The little fish darted beneath her palm, nudging her with its head, its cloudy tail stirring up rings of water.

In a short while, it discovered the more attention-grabbing pale pink fingertip, opened its wet, soft mouth wide, and, spitting out bubbles, engulfed her fingertip, actually beginning to suck on it.

A tingling sensation seeped all the way from her fingertip to her spine.

Si Jing quickly pulled her hand back, and damp water droplets trailed down her arm.

The little fish in the well swam a circle, gazing at her with a look of utter innocence, not understanding why.

“You haven’t harmed anyone, so I originally didn’t intend to eliminate you.” She pursed her lips, her voice turning a little colder.

“Stop fooling around and tell me the whereabouts of Yuan Ling and Susu.”

“I made you angry. Then… are you going to kill me?”

The little red fish suddenly spoke human language, its voice delicate and aggrieved.

The dew deepened with the late night, and the backyard was smeared with a thin mist everywhere. Thoughts seemed to blend into this mist, becoming indistinct and elusive without a trace.

When Si Jing looked toward the well curb again, the red fish was nowhere to be seen. In its place, a girl with porcelain-white skin and stark nakedness appeared out of thin air.

Her face was like a peach blossom petal, her apricot eyes floating with gold foil-like light, and her hair flowed like black ink.

She was curled up, her butterfly bones visible on her back, her eyes brimming with water, her small hands tightly grasping the stone wall of the well curb, pitifully pleading, “Don’t, don’t kill me.”

Si Jing averted her gaze.

A memory surfaced in her mind of the little fish in the white porcelain bowl, slipping down the side of the bowl again and again when she had sent it down the mountain.

“I won’t,” she replied softly.

She extended a hand from her sleeve, “Come up.”

Her hand was quickly, carefully grasped by a cold, wet one.

The sound of water leaving the well could be heard. The completely naked girl, as soon as she escaped the well, immediately pressed herself tightly against Si Jing.

Her slender arms encircled Si Jing’s waist, her round eyes blinking repeatedly, revealing her graceful, faintly visible curves.

Si Jing took a spare white Daoist robe from her storage bag, “Put this on.”

The girl, however, ignored her.

Her arm, still bearing cold water droplets, wrapped around Si Jing’s neck, her body pressing even closer. Her expression and tone, however, were innocent and naive: “Why aren’t you shy?”

“Why… when you saw those two women kissing just now, weren’t you shy either?”

Si Jing formed a hand seal, and the Daoist robe automatically clothed the girl. Seeing that the girl felt uncomfortable, tugging and pulling at it, she was ultimately helpless.

“Why should I be shy?” Her voice was clear and cool, devoid of emotion.

After examining the girl for a few moments, she flicked her sleeve and turned, walking towards the way she came.

A rustling sound came from behind. Si Jing soon noticed the person behind her, wearing ill-fitting shoes, had clung to her again.

“Are you looking for Yuan Ling and Shen Susu, those two dummies?” The girl looped her arms around Si Jing’s, trying hard to stand on her tiptoes to talk to her, her voice sounding pitiable, as if steeped in water.

“They are outside the gate. I saw them go to the inn in the north of the city.”

“But,” she struck the tightly shut door in front of her, her voice naive and frustrated, “This place won’t let you through. I can’t open it, so I had to go sleep in the well.”

Si Jing quietly told her to step back.

Her sword remained in its sheath. She lowered her eyes and simply took a Cleansing Eye Talisman to swirl before her eyes.

What lay before her was not a door.

In her sight, it was merely a congested knot of demonic energy which would be impervious to ordinary spells or spiritual power.

The girl had, at some unknown point, silently stood behind her again.

Her arms encircled Si Jing’s slender waist, she tilted her head, gently rubbed her cheek against Si Jing’s back, and said in a soft, low voice, “I heard those two women say that this door can only be opened if the two people currently in the room kiss.”

Pale pink lips brushed against the side of her neck, gradually extending to her jaw, and then to the corner of her mouth.

A soft, warm body was clinging tightly to her from behind.

“So thirsty,” the girl exposed her vulnerable neck, practically attached to Si Jing’s ear, pleading pitifully and weakly.

“…Kiss me.”

Si Jing stood still, her eyes lowered.

Just as a strange dark color appeared in the eyes of the person behind her, revealing sharp fangs, she suddenly raised her hand and seized the other’s neck.

In a brief two breaths, the girl with skin like jade inflated and swelled, transforming into a demonic creature oozing black liquid.

Si Jing’s expression was calm; she didn’t even draw her sword. A snowy blade flashed from her sleeve, pinning the hideous creature in place.

She then crouched down, used a dagger to carve out the Demon Core her movements smooth and practiced.

Throughout this, her snow-white robes remained pristine. Only her sleeve was stained with filth, which was quickly cleansed by a Purity Talisman

“Can you let me leave now?” Si Jing lifted her eyes, glancing at a certain corner of the cramped room.

“Hehe.” It was still the demon’s voice, carrying a hint of mockery. “As expected, a heartless immortal cultivator .”

“But I wonder, when will you be unable to distinguish between a heart demon and reality?”

With a creak, the shabby, old door suddenly swung wide open.

The flow of time was reversed; outside, it was actually daytime.

By the corner window of the tower, a scholar rubbed his sleepy eyes, trimming the remnants of the candle that had burned all night. Across the street corner, a humble tea stall was opening for business. A short, plump waiter was vigorously wiping the square tables with a white cloth.

Si Jing pushed the door open, leaving the room where demonic energy had dispersed.

It was noon, and the sun was high. Looking towards the north of Yingchuan City, someone was hanging a cyan brocade banner and wine curtain at the most luxurious inn and restaurant.

She adjusted her veil and looked up, where she saw a strikingly flamboyant flash of crimson by a window.

The girl was leaning ungracefully in a scented wooden chair, pointing and gesturing at the menu board, occasionally frowning as she cupped her face.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she spoke in a sweet voice, “They don’t even have mealworms. What kind of inn is this? You should just close down!”

The waiter accompanied her with a smile, sweating profusely, his waist bent like a shrimp.

Across the table sat a group of martial artists who had shared the space. They were stirred by the girl’s charming and lovely appearance, and one seized the opportunity to interject, “I, for one, know another inn here in Yingchuan City where the food is fragrant and delicious.”

“By the way, speaking of ‘fragrance,’ may I ask… how old the young lady is?”

Zhu Zhao  seemed stumped by the question.

After thinking for a moment, she started counting on her fingers, “One hundred, twenty, twenty-something…”

Finally figuring it out, her apricot eyes curved into a charming smile, and she replied good-naturedly:

“I’m one hundred and twenty-eight years old.”

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