After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 11

The person opposite wiped the sweat from their brow, trying to act calm. “Miss, you’re joking.”

Chu Zhao mumbled softly, “…I’m not joking.”

She leaned forward across the table and caught hold of the person’s sleeve. Her apricot eyes blinked with hopeful expectation. “I already told you my age, so let’s go, quickly, to the inn you mentioned. You promised you’d treat me to fried mealworms.”

The person was terrified and backed away repeatedly.

…They realized they couldn’t retreat.

The young girl in front of them looked timid; her knuckles were fair like scallions, her eyelids faintly pink, and she stared at them with a wronged, pathetic look.

Yet, the grip on their sleeve was surprisingly strong, as if it had nailed them to the table.

“Are you not treating me because you don’t have shiny things?” Chu Zhao sounded very disappointed.

“Hmph, you’re not as good as those two little Immortal Cultivator kids from before.”

She extinguished the feigned hint of tears in her eyes and let go. The person fell backward in terror from the momentum, kicking up clouds of dust.

Although Yingchuan City was located in the Central Plains, it wasn’t under the protection of any major faction, so it remained neutral for a long time and was thus a mixed bag of people. Not to mention infamous sects like the Joyful Union Sect, it was common for demon cultivators to slip in.

The waiter, who served dishes, was well aware of this and had long vanished without a trace, having fled to who knows where.

Chu Zhao was used to being pampered, and this was the first time she had been starved, so she was a little angry.

She sprang up from the scented wooden chair and walked over to the martial arts practitioner.

The dust soiled her new, jewel-inlaid shoes. She wiped them clean on the pale sleeve of the person in front of her, then sullenly fanned the person away.

“You big liar! What’s your age then? How dare you speak to me.”

The person weakly and fearfully huddled up. The dignity they had earlier was nowhere to be found. They dared not speak now, only whimpering and calculating the seniority, begging, “Grandmother, Great-Aunt…”

The originally closed door of the private room suddenly swung open.

Regular, light footsteps extended from the wooden stairs into the inner room.

The newcomer was slender, dressed in a seamless white Daoist robe, carrying a plain sword tucked under their arm. Their features were concealed by a veiled hat, only a glimpse of a light-colored thin lip visible.

Chu Zhao stopped her assault on the swindling martial artist.

The cultivator took the opportunity to scramble and roll away, but she didn’t care. She simply crouched on the spot, looked up, and stared blankly at the woman in white.

Then, as if possessed, she followed and stuck close to her.

When the woman sat down in her previous seat, she climbed onto the woman’s lap, put her hands on the woman’s shoulders, and sniffed her, left and right.

The other party remained motionless. Chu Zhao was bold and lifted the veil of the hat, peering inside.

Their eyes met, the distance so close their eyelashes almost intertwined. After a close look at the woman’s cold, beautiful features, she couldn’t help but be lost in lust.

She felt her face flush and called out softly, “Beauty… so gorgeous.”

With that, she rubbed against the woman’s cold, elegant nose and gave a little peck on her cheek.

Just as she was about to ask if the woman would be willing to dual cultivate with her, her wrists suddenly tightened. Something wrapped around them and pulled her up, suspending her.

Chu Zhao looked down, her pupils contracting slightly.

The icy chill made her shiver. In an instant, everything rushed back to her.

“It’s you.” She gritted her teeth, her words jumping out syllable by syllable, glaring with wide eyes at the woman.

“The bad Immortal Cultivator who locked me in a bowl!”

She must have been blind to think the newcomer was a soft, fragrant beauty. Who knew it was a hard-to-crack tree stump, a block of ice!

“My name is Si Jing.”

Si Jing removed her veiled hat and placed it next to the table. Her long lashes lowered, taking in the full sight of the girl’s futile struggle.

Her knuckles manipulated the ice silk, which was utterly merciless, gradually tightening.

“Red Fish, I only want to know, where are Yuan Ling and Shen Susu in Yingchuan City right now?”

Chu Zhao refused to answer.

She shook her head violently and kicked her legs about wildly. Her legs, encased in a crimson dress, almost looked like a fish tail. “Bad Si Jing! I won’t tell you. What can Ah Chu do if I don’t tell you?”

The guiltier she felt, the more she bluffed.

The truth was, she had forgotten who Yuan Ling and Shen Susu even were.

Remembering something, Chu Zhao boasted, “Don’t forget, your ice silk can’t trap me. Be careful, or I’ll drill into your body again.”

Si Jing’s eyes were clear and serene. She tilted her head in thought, then lightly supported her back with her hand.

She nodded in agreement. “You may, go ahead and come in.”

Chu Zhao gave a confused ooh.

Although she desperately wanted freedom right now, being held in the arms of this beautiful but bad Immortal Cultivator woman… it felt… not bad either.

The ice silk suddenly loosened. She still did as Si Jing said. After possessing her, she taunted in a delicate voice:

“Even if I turn into a dog demon this time, I’m never coming out again!”

Si Jing let out a soft sigh.

She touched the scarlet scales growing by her ear, removed her hairpin to let down her long hair, covering the bizarre, luminous glow of her eyes.

Her pale lips parted. “Then, I shall ask my questions.”

“The two Yunshuijian disciples who escorted you down the mountain yesterday, where are they now?”

Chu Zhao, forgetting herself, retorted, “I won’t tell you.”

[I won’t tell this bad person! But aren’t those two sleepyheads sleeping in the ‘Heaven’ character room of this inn?]

“I understand.” Si Jing replied, her finger resting on her chest.

“Then, who taught you this possession technique, and what is your relationship with them?”

Chu Zhao swam about confusedly in the woman’s sea of consciousness. “What do you understand?”

[Hee hee, the possession technique is awesome, right! Naturally, it was Tanhun Niangzi who taught me!]

“…Tanhun,” Si Jing murmured.

“You, you can hear what I’m thinking!” Chu Zhao hurriedly curled up her tail, shrinking into a tiny ball. “Stop listening!”

How could the possession technique have such a bad side effect!

“The last question.” Si Jing put on her veiled hat, picked up her sword directly, left the private room, and walked toward the inn’s ‘Heaven’ character rooms.

“Do you know who crushed the jade slip that contained the portrait transmission of Yuan Ling and Susu?”

A whimpering sound came from the sea of consciousness. It seemed the little red fish was desperately covering her mouth, trying hard not to respond.

But she clearly couldn’t control her thoughts.

[…It was me. There were so many demons last night. Didn’t they say that crushing the jade slip would summon someone to rescue them?]

[Hmph, but I handled everything myself! Those two kids even called me Elder Sister Immortal.]

“Thank you,” Si Jing replied.

At this moment, she was standing at the corner near the ‘Heaven’ rooms. She saw the flickering, dim light of a single candle through a paper-pasted window and raised her hand to knock.

Thinking of Chu Zhao, she touched her chest and asked, “Are you willing to come out now?”

Chu Zhao jumped out in a huff, leaped into her palm, and opened her mouth to bite at the thin callus on her palm in vain.

“Bad person, bad Si Jing… Ah Chu will never possess you again! Humph, from now on, I’ll possess your two junior sisters!”

“No.” Si Jing lowered her gaze.

“Change into human form.” She gently pressed the little fish’s head with her fingertip. “Lest you scare ordinary people.”

Chu Zhao snorted, flipping onto her belly, and flicked her tail in embarrassed anger.

A faint mist rose from Si Jing’s palm. When she looked again, the person, completely naked and as fair as jade, had burrowed into her arms, her apricot eyes wide, hiding a resentful anger.

Awooo, she took a bite on Si Jing’s cold, white neck.

Just then, the door in front of them opened.

Shen Susu rubbed her eyes, dressed in inner clothes, her hair still slightly messy. She didn’t quite make out who the visitor was.

Her gaze shifted down and she actually caught sight of a red mark adorning the tall woman’s neck and a section of a plump shoulder of the person in her arms.

She couldn’t believe the scandalous sight before her, wiped her face, and stumbled back into the room, her voice slightly trembling. “Yuan Ling, wake up quickly. We stayed at the Yuelai Inn last night, didn’t we?”

“We couldn’t have… broken into the Hidden Spring Brothel after getting drunk, could we?”

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