After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 19

“Ugh… stop, stop touching me.”…

“…” Shen Susu banged her head on the ground.

She watched helplessly as the girl, indistinguishable from Yuan Ling, ran out, bent over, and examined the spring water.

She tried to speak, but her words still stumbled, so she angrily covered her mouth.

“Immortal Cultivator Sister, not…” she called out softly.

“Yuan Ling, come here first.”

“Yuan Ling” blinked a few times, the gills on her cheeks, like damp feathers, swaying gently.

She lifted the hem of her light-blue Daoist robe and obediently ran over, “Do, do what?”

Shen Susu glanced over at Si Jing like a thief, lowered her voice, and pleaded, “Could you… perform that again?”

The other party tried hard to remember, tilted her head, and asked, “Want to see it again?”

Shen Susu was full of anticipation, clasped her hands over her chest, and nodded vigorously like a chick pecking rice.

Zhu Zhao let out an “oh.”

Although she didn’t understand what immortal cultivators were thinking, it was fine if it made the child in front of her happy.

She closed her eyes and mimicked Yuan Ling’s sleepwalking appearance.

Her steps were staggering and deliberately mysterious, her clear voice intentionally lowered: “Susu, in the name of the Chief Disciple of Cloudwater Peak, I command you to kneel!”

“You bullied Yuan Ling, so after receiving the whip punishment, go to the Sword Forging Cliff and swing your sword five hundred times!”

Even the wronged trailing sound from the dream was reproduced.

Although Zhu Zhao had no idea how Shen Susu had bullied Yuan Ling.

But listening to her voice, which sounded on the verge of tears, Shen Susu must be a big bad person who bullies her fellow disciples!

Shen Susu knelt on the ground, having long since taken out her memory pearl to record it.

She chuckled foolishly while rewinding to watch it again.

“There’s the part after that.” She pitifully tugged on Zhu Zhao’s robe hem. “Immortal Cultivator Sister, please act it out again, I’ll pay you in spirit stones!”

The part after was Yuan Ling suddenly waking up, trying to escape from her embrace, but being caught back, tearfully begging her not to tell her Senior Sister.

Zhu Zhao was tired. She casually found a place to sit down, crossed her small legs, and swung them, “No acting, no acting.”

She had three “no acts”! She forgot the first parts, she forgot the later parts, but she absolutely would not act out the part of throwing herself into someone’s arms!

Not only Shan Hu, but the other women had also instructed her to always protect herself when outside, or they would be sad.

Shen Susu was so anxious she scratched her ears and cheeks, just about to say something nice to coax the proud demon in front of her. With a quick glance, she suddenly fell silent like a quail.

She hid the memory pearl in her sleeve and spoke obediently, “Senior Sister, hehe.”

Zhu Zhao didn’t notice at all.

Her back was to the woman in white. She was still leaning forward, curiously asking Shen Susu, “…Why are you st, st-stuttering too?”

As soon as her voice fell, she was lifted up by the back of her neck.

“Susu.” A cold and chilling voice came from behind her ear.

“After returning to Emerald Peak, come to me to receive your punishment, and hand over the memory pearl on the way.”

Her gaze withdrew from Shen Susu’s desperate expression, then shifted to Zhu Zhao’s wildly flailing face.

“Come out.” She lightly pursed her lips, speaking concisely.

Yuan Ling’s body quickly went limp, the small scales and demonic gills on her cheeks receding.

The unconscious girl, sensing that she had been possessed without permission, frowned deeper.

Shen Susu carefully caught her.

Looking up again, she only saw a flash of crimson disappearing into Si Jing’s embrace. As for what it was, she couldn’t see clearly.

Come out, then come out!

Zhu Zhao was so angry that she rolled around in the woman’s lapel, biting the edge of her neat uniform and wildly pulling it.

Si Jing gently pressed her head through the fabric with her fingertip.

Walking further away, she finally spoke, “Didn’t I say before that you shouldn’t possess others?”

Zhu Zhao bared her teeth, “I never agreed to you!”

She was a powerful great demon. Even if she possessed everyone the women cared about, what could they do to her?

The snow-clothed woman paused slightly.

As if reading her mind, she replied, “Didn’t you say you wanted to repay a debt of gratitude? Don’t do this again in the future.”

The slippery little fish inside her lapel clearly disagreed, vigorously wagging its tail and flipping its belly.

It inexplicably reminded her of the churning feeling in her chest.

“If you must possess someone…” Si Jing’s lips brushed together, “I alone will suffice.”

Zhu Zhao was stunned. She hadn’t expected the ice-like woman to suddenly back down.

First, she let out an “oh,” then immediately reacted and threatened coquettishly, “Hmph, next time I possess you, I’ll eat your heart, bite off your liver, and steal all your cultivation!”

“No matter.” The woman lowered her eyes, meeting her dark red, round eyes and her opening and closing, wet, soft mouth.

“You are welcome to try.”

Zhu Zhao hated being stared at with that placid look the most.

She leaped onto Si Jing’s palm and angrily jumped up and down, “Then you can’t drive me away! You have to take me back to Yulu Peak, raise me well, and offer me mealworms every day!”

Si Jing lowered her long eyelashes and gently replied, “I can.”

Zhu Zhao didn’t notice the look in the woman’s eyes deepening when it fell upon her.

She only felt her scales being gently combed. The other party seemed to be playing with her, the calluses on her palm and fingertips silently brushing against her belly.

Although she instinctively felt that something was wrong, being stroked felt so pleasant and comfortable that Zhu Zhao consciously flattened her body.

Unfortunately, before long, she felt hot all over, and somewhere felt sticky and itchy.

“Ugh… stop, stop touching me.” She protested softly, “In the future, only after you feed me something good can you touch me!”

Si Jing nodded, withdrew her hand, and let her stay in her lapel.

Zhu Zhao rolled around uncomfortably a few times, then pressed against the woman’s slightly cool skin and stopped moving. It was strange; now that she wasn’t being touched, it felt even more uncomfortable.

She had to make conversation, “When are you taking me, and your two silly junior sisters, back?”

Si Jing held the Merman Lamp in her hand, the still light reflecting on her side profile like porcelain jade.

She replied, “It will take a while.”

She had been searching for a long time, but still hadn’t found the recast soul of Lady Li.

Furthermore, the nearly hundred mortal souls that Shan Hu had confined in the lamp were also gone.

She had previously broken into the tofu shop and had a brief encounter with Lady Li’s quickly dispersing soul. She remembered at that time… there was something unusual.

Lady Li’s soul was missing something. It didn’t look like it had been recast; instead, it seemed like a lifelike illusion manifested by the Merman Lamp.

Si Jing stared at the Merman Lamp in her hand.

The chaotic light halted, as if silently scrutinizing her.

The lamp’s origin was unknown, and its true purpose was to devour souls. The mirages it created were merely to satisfy everyone’s illusory desires.

The matter of recasting a soul might have been a deception to Shan Hu all along.

This item was ominous and needed to be quickly brought back to Emerald Peak and handed over to her master for disposal.

Si Jing prepared to stand up.

Suddenly, the Merman Lamp, which should have been eternally unextinguishable, slowly began to show cracks from the palm she held it in.

In just a few breaths, it shattered like fragile porcelain.

The light instantly went out, and the broken shards scattered.

After the lamp broke, an inauspicious buzzing sound accompanied it, echoing throughout the entire jade chamber.

Zhu Zhao was planning to take a nap on Si Jing’s chest. Hearing the noise, she poked her head out of the lapel, “What’s wrong, what’s wrong?”

But no one answered her.

Behind them, Shen Susu, cradling Yuan Ling, had unconsciously closed her eyes and was leaning against her, sinking into sleep.

Zhu Zhao strained to look up and saw the usually cold and composed woman with a vacant look in her eyes, her fingertips cut by the lamp fragments.

She bit her lip tightly, as if suppressing something, her gaze directed towards the void in front of her.

Her normally ice-clear eyes reflected an emotional fluctuation she had never displayed before.

Stubbornness, bewilderment.

And an uncontrollable longing.

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