After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 18

The girl crumpled the front of her jacket, and Si Jing lowered her head to look.

The pearl tassel hairpin nestled in Chu Zhao’s hair swayed gently with her subtle movements. The crimson skirt set off her dark hair and soft lips, and her pink jade eyes looked charming and innocent.

She seemed a little anxious, “Are you willing or not?”

Her body, so soft it felt like water could be wrung from it, rubbed against Si Jing a few more times, her lips pressed against the side of Si Jing’s neck.

Her round eyes blinked occasionally, clearly plotting something devious.

In Chu Zhao’s view, Si Jing’s long, pale neck still bore a faint bite mark that hadn’t fully healed.

If this beautiful immortal dared to refuse, she would… she would bite her again!

She’d show the immortal cultivator the fish’s might!

After these few days of interacting and probing, Chu Zhao was absolutely certain that the human weakness was the neck.

Otherwise, how could the profound and beautiful immortal before her have been so easily taken advantage of?

When Chan Hu was still around, she and her Lady would sleep together. Occasionally, during tender moments, her Lady would gently peck her neck with a tentacle, making it tingly and itchy.

Chu Zhao always felt her body heat up and all her strength drain away. When she shyly asked about it one night, the other woman merely covered her mouth and laughed, replying only:

“When Ah Chu grows up, you will understand.”

She had kept this question for a long time, and finally, today, she understood why.

She absolutely must protect her own neck and never let anyone touch it!

Si Jing finally spoke, her voice calm, “It was merely a small effort, you needn’t worry about it.”

She attempted to brush away Chu Zhao’s hands wrapped around her waist.

However, the demon in front of her was as slippery and cunning as her original form. Her tender hands swiftly hugged Si Jing’s forearm, her delicate nose twitched, and her eyes instantly reddened as she stared pitifully at Si Jing.

She looked as heartbroken as someone abandoned by a faithless lover.

Shen Susu, who was further away, had sharp ears and was enjoying the spectacle, holding her breath to listen. Now, fearing the situation wouldn’t escalate, she quickly interjected, “Immortal Sister, our Eldest Sister cultivates the Path of Heartlessness—”

Chu Zhao turned her head to look at Shen Susu, a little puzzled.

Path of Heartlessness Wuqíng dao, literally “Heartless Blade”)? But the beauty clearly uses a sword, not a blade.

Si Jing remained unmoved, yet she pursed her lips slightly because of Shen Susu’s words.

The icy woman’s voice betrayed no emotion as she looked at Chu Zhao, “You heard her, let go.”

“No, I won’t!” Chu Zhao shook her head vehemently.

She gathered a ball of demon power in her palm, refining it into the shape of a water droplet.

She abruptly lowered her head, and when she looked up again, tears were already hanging from the corners of her eyes, which fell as her raven-feather lashes blinked.

Taking advantage of Si Jing’s momentary silence and confusion, she nestled her head into the woman’s neck, her eyes curving in a flash of triumph.

And bit!

“Mmph! Mmmph mmmph!” This time, she didn’t succeed.

Chu Zhao’s eyes widened. The woman’s movement was too fast for her to see. Si Jing tilted her head, protecting the side of her neck with her hand, so Chu Zhao only bit down on her slender, icy finger bones.

Shen Susu stared, dumbfounded.

Si Jing withdrew her hand, a deep red teeth mark visible on the back of it.

She lowered her eyes, a cool, deep spiritual energy welling up from her fingertip, which she then smoothly wiped across the girl’s lips.

“Stop fooling around.”

Chu Zhao glared at her, angry and still wanting to speak, but her two lips seemed to be glued together, allowing only whimpering sounds to escape.

Si Jing immediately pulled away, bent down to pick up the Jiao lamp, inspecting it carefully, and no longer spoke to her.

Not far away, Shen Susu, hugging Yuan Ling, was laughing so hard her hair was shaking.

She muttered to herself, “The Ice-Block-Lip-Seal Art… I finally get to see Sister use it on someone other than Ah Qing.”

Yuan Ling seemed tickled by the strands of hair falling near her face and lightly furrowed her brow.

Shen Susu was still secretly chuckling, unaware of a slender figure covering her front.

Chu Zhao was both mortified and furious. She stomped her feet a few times, grabbed Shen Susu’s face, rubbing and pulling it.

She stared with her crimson eyes, signaling with her expression:

Don’t you dare laugh!

Shen Susu cried out in pain a few times. She hadn’t expected the demon cultivator, who cried so sweetly and charmingly, to have such a strong grip.

While agreeing to stop, she instinctively drew her treasured sword to defend herself.

But as soon as the sword left the sheath, the crimson-skirted girl in front of her snatched it away.

…Wait.

She stood frozen in place, her jaw practically hitting the floor.

Who snatches someone’s sword just because they’re arguing! For a sword cultivator, their beloved sword is their wife and their lifeblood!

Chu Zhao was quick, and though no match for Si Jing, she was more than capable of handling a mere Foundation Establishment stage junior.

She had never touched a sword since birth. Accustomed to running wild in the mountains, she usually just bit any demon she disliked and had no use for these human tools.

Right now, her attention was entirely drawn to the Spirit Stone embedded in the sword hilt. She examined it curiously.

She picked at the shiny object with her finger, but couldn’t get it out, and she pouted in frustration.

Although Shen Susu came from the Xi-zhou sword forging family and was accustomed to seeing famous swords flow through her house, at this moment, she felt heartbroken for her long-suffering, faithful sword.

She looked crestfallen, “Immortal Sister, please give me back my sword. I’ll give you as many spirit stones as you want.”

Chu Zhao shook her head, glanced at her, and let out a delicate hmph.

Her lively eyes seemed to say: Now you’re asking for mercy? I won’t give it back!

She happily stepped onto Shen Susu’s sword, intending to imitate the way immortal cultivators fly on their swords.

She naturally didn’t know the secret arcane formula for sword riding, but as soon as she channeled a tiny bit of demon power, the sword surprisingly and obediently responded to her manipulation, lifting her up lightly.

Chu Zhao changed her mind, and the sword diligently carried her higher, smoothly spinning around the small jade chamber.

The sword, forged from profound iron and inherently lifeless, was currently humming happily.

If a sword could have an expression, it would surely be one of fawning flattery right now.

Shen Susu was utterly disheartened, rigidly frozen in place.

Did her sword still remember who its master was?

Chu Zhao was overjoyed. Sitting on the sword, she swung her slender, pale legs.

Her face was like a peach blossom, dressed in vibrant crimson, darting erratically in the jade chamber. The usually charming girl now showed a few touches of unrestrained grace.

Si Jing, holding the Jiao lamp, caught a glimpse of the arrogant, vivid color in her periphery.

Her gaze briefly lingered before silently moving away.

Though she is a demon… her aptitude is quite excellent.

The surroundings were narrow. Chu Zhao would occasionally stop the sword above the spring to admire her reflection, or drift over to Si Jing to curiously observe her, but she quickly grew bored.

She jumped off the sword and tossed it back to the tearful Shen Susu, making soft, muffled sounds.

The meaning was: Not fun, here you go.

Shen Susu was uncharacteristically silent, wilting like a frosted eggplant. She looked as despairing as someone who had their beloved wife stolen after an intruder broke into their home.

Chu Zhao felt a little guilty.

She squatted in front of Shen Susu, also feeling she had gone too far, but didn’t know how to make amends.

After thinking for a moment, she glanced at the still-sleeping Yuan Ling, then at the dejected Shen Susu.

An idea suddenly struck her, and her eyes lit up.

If she could wake Yuan Ling up, wouldn’t that make Susu happy?

Shen Susu put her sword—which had apparently sided with a demon—back into its sheath, rubbed her eyes, and started, “Never mind, Immortal Sister, I forgive… eh?”

The apologetic, charming girl in front of her was gone.

A messy phoenix coronet and a complex crimson wedding dress lay softly on the ground.

The person who had been quietly asleep in her arms suddenly stirred.

Shen Susu’s heart jumped, and she forgot everything else, quickly lowering her head to look.

She saw Yuan Ling suddenly open her eyes.

However, the girl’s originally clear, translucent eyes had turned into a pink jade-like crimson. When she tilted her head, large patches of soft gills appeared on the side of her ear. They were beautiful, but extremely demonic.

“Yuan Ling” sprang out of Shen Susu’s embrace like a flipped fish.

She put her hands on her hips, completely shedding her former timidity and shyness, and said in a sweet voice, “I’m a… a-wake, Su-su, you, you can be ha-ppy now.”

After speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth in panic and disbelief.

“Wh-why, why am I sp-speaking without any… any con-ti-nu-i-ty?”

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