After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 2

Chu Zhao froze in place.

She blinked a few times, extinguishing the mist in her eyes, and her ear tips instantly flushed hot.

She tried to mumble something, but realized her lips were still touching the soft lips of the beautiful person.

Accustomed to being a fish, she tentatively extended her tongue, first gently nudging, then testingly licking the close, yet unretreating, soft and moist petal.

In the eyes of the fish demon, this was a display of affection and friendliness.

Unfortunately, the beautiful person in front of her had a strong grip; her waist was hugged tightly, preventing her from moving at all.

Chu Zhao wiggled her waist, but couldn’t break free. So, she rubbed her eyes, gently pushed the beautiful person away, and quietly protested, “Uncomfortable… can’t breathe.”

The embrace loosened slightly.

But before she could catch her breath, a sudden chill struck her neck.

The person in front of her flicked their wrist, and a dagger silently rested across Chu Zhao’s throat.

The beautiful person raised their gaze, long lashes melted with frost and snow, adorned with water droplets, and the ink-black eyes were misty, reflecting the long-burning lamp like vanishing morning dew.

“…Is this the water demon that has been wreaking havoc for the past few years?”

The dagger tilted slightly, not with much force, but enough to lift Chu Zhao’s face.

Pink cheeks, snowy face, almond eyes wide open—a demon who had just finished a hundred years of cultivation.

For some reason, she was just staring blankly at the beautiful person.

Suddenly, white mist arose in front of her.

The crimson wedding dress and exquisite hair accessories all fell into the hot spring; the maiden was gone, replaced by a palm-sized red fish leaping into Si Jing’s embrace.

The little fish looked left and right, pecking here and there, happily flicking its tail.

Finally, it jumped up and kissed her neck with a soft cheep.

Si Jing lowered her eyelids, wiping away the trace of water with her translucent fingertips.

The little red fish still lingered in front of her. Seeing her flatten her palm, it quickly swam in, circling in her hand.

“Are you my bride?”

The little red fish’s soft mouth opened and closed, its voice as clear as pearls hitting a plate.

Not sensing danger, Chu Zhao proudly answered her previous question, “I’m a great water demon, the most formidable demon around here!”

She worked hard to showcase her red ribbon-like cloud fins, her crystalline scales, and her most (proud) beautiful tail.

The beautiful person said nothing, only watching Chu Zhao in silence.

Chu Zhao suddenly felt cold. She shivered and curled her tail, realizing that the originally warm spring water had already congealed. Crackling, a thin layer of ice formed around her.

The woman hadn’t activated much spiritual power. Her surroundings were still, without a ripple, yet her downward gaze was enough to freeze the hot spring.

She extended a slender index finger and gently poked Chu Zhao’s forehead. Chu Zhao was instantly unable to move.

Cold air permeated. The woman remained motionless for a long time. A few breaths later, she seemed to sense something and spoke softly:

“A Great Perfection in the Transformation Stage. Not the chief culprit.”

“Very well, I won’t harm you. Leave this place quickly, lest you be eaten by the other demons and monsters rushing here.”

Water waves circled. The woman rose, her plain white Taoist robe skimming the water surface, about to step out of the spring.

But her hem was tugged by something behind her.

Looking back, the little red fish held her sleeve in its mouth, its tail splashing water, its round eyes staring at her piteously.

Unable to speak, she could only use all her might to try to pull her back.

“Is there something else?” Si Jing asked.

“Cold…” The little fish floated on the water, sounding somewhat tearful.

“Bad person, bad beauty… why won’t you be my bride?”

They had just rested on the same couch, bathed together, and kissed. She had given away so much demonic power and cultivation, yet now the beautiful person was telling her to leave quickly.

The more she thought, the sadder she became. Chu Zhao only felt her whole body hot with anger, and her fins were soft and floppy, unable to exert any strength.

Suddenly, a hand cupped her.

The bones were translucent, carrying a slightly lower body temperature than others.

Chu Zhao hadn’t adapted to the sudden temperature change outside the water, but the hand beneath her was very soft, not constraining at all. Unconsciously, she let down her guard and rubbed her head against the beautiful person’s finger pad.

Somehow, her body grew hotter and hotter, and her belly felt swollen.

Si Jing lowered her head, examining the slippery little fish in her palm.

It was indeed very cold. The scales were covered with shattered ice, emitting an iridescent glow. It now panted with golden-pink gills, nestled in her palm, its tail wagging obediently a few times, looking around and pecking at the gaps between her fingers.

It was a bit itchy.

She had never been so intimate with a demon before, yet now she held her breath, stroking the soft, feather-like side fins of the little fish.

Years of sword practice had given her thin calluses on her thumb and forefinger. Without realizing it, she quietly brushed against a few milky-white scales on the tender underside of the fish’s abdomen.

The little red fish suddenly trembled violently a few times.

Its slender cloud tail tightly wrapped around her pinky finger. Its soft body tensed helplessly, coiling in her palm, uncontrollably releasing wet, sticky fluid.

Si Jing was bewildered.

Do fish demons… also get a high fever after catching a cold?

After a moment of waiting, the little fish regained some strength.

She opened her slightly dazed round eyes. Her body was soft and slippery, her wet scales rubbing against Si Jing, drilling straight into the deep part of her palm, actually showing a hint of shyness.

Si Jing did not want to delay any longer.

She bent down and returned the little red fish to the spring water, which had turned warm again.

The sticky, soft sensation still lingered in her palm, disturbing her thoughts.

Just as she was pondering, the communication jade slip in her storage pouch began to glow faintly.

Si Jing took it out and lightly pinched it.

A pale green light gradually diffused from the patterns on the jade slip, condensing before her into the scene of Yunshuijian (Cloud Water Gorge), where snow fell year-round.

A group of people was sitting around a table in a small pavilion on the mountain peak. Steam was rising, and a gentle fire was burning in the copper stove. Her Master was absent as usual; only a few disciples were present.

“Senior Sister!” Yuan Ling, dressed in flowing light-blue robes, had bright eyes and puffed cheeks. “Master tied—no, invited—the cook from the neighboring peak to roast us crispy, crispy…”

The little girl had a natural stutter since birth. Even after entering the sect and absorbing Qi into her body, it hadn’t improved. Now, speaking while eating made her words even harder to understand.

Si Jing nodded, “Mhm.”

“Crispy potatoes.” Yuan Ling’s voice wavered. “So fragrant! Senior Sister, when are you coming back from demon-slaying? I just learned the Fire Incantation; roasting the skin a bit scorched makes it even better.”

“I’ll return by evening,” Si Jing replied, her eyes, reflected by the firelight inside the jade slip, softened slightly.

The person opposite nodded, wanting to say more, but suddenly glimpsed a flash of jumping crimson in the spring, and was stunned.

“A brocade carp… such a pretty little fish.”

Chu Zhao was still in a daze, but vaguely heard someone praising her. Mustering her strength, she popped her head up to look.

Meeting Yuan Ling’s lovestruck gaze, she shook her tail with all her might in triumph.

The soft fish tail that had been reluctantly wrapped around her finger loosened its grip.

Si Jing closed her hand, shielding the little fish’s view, and silently, “…”

Chu Zhao desperately wanted to jump higher. The people in the light screen were feasting, and she was terribly hungry. Just watching made her unbearable anxious.

“Take me back, take me back,” she pecked at Si Jing’s fingertip. “A-Chu is hungry.”

“You cannot,” Si Jing lightly stated.

“Demons are forbidden from entering Yunshuijian.”

She extinguished the jade slip, flicked her sleeve, and was about to leave.

Before going, she still turned back to look at the jade chamber.

The mermaid oil lamp in the corner flickered like an illusion, mirroring Si Jing’s scrutiny.

Just now, lying on the ice bed, her thoughts were scattered, as if she had a long dream.

In the dream, the mountain flowers were in full bloom, and the peak was not yet covered with frost. A youth sang and walked briskly, diligent and carefree all day, enjoying the thrill of revenge.

Looking to the side, a woman in a scarlet robe, her face enveloped in rosy light and indistinguishable, smiled warmly and threw a peach blossom into her embrace.

The woman touched her heart, which was always dead silent, and smiled mischievously, making the splendid early spring behind her pale in comparison.

“How does it feel to be a human?”

When she opened her eyes again, the surroundings were silent, with only warm water flowing toward Si Jing.

The little fish clung to her, its soft front side clumsily holding her lip, passing waves of cultivation into her.

Si Jing’s gaze fell.

While lost in thought, the red fish, which had been swimming on the water surface like a gem, was gone.

Si Jing’s storage pouch was meticulously organized.

Spirit stones and medicinal herbs were categorized and placed. There were dozens of identical daggers.

The moment she retrieved the communication jade slip, Chu Zhao exerted all her strength to jump into this confined space.

She nestled on a stack of talismans etched with cryptic spells, curiously looking around.

Suddenly, she found a box of Bigu Dan (grain-abstinence pills) next to her, emitting an enticing fragrance. She sniffed it—although refined with dew, it carried a subtle, grassy aroma.

Chu Zhao swallowed a few whole. Her belly was round and full.

After being rubbed on the belly by the beautiful person, her entire body felt weak, she couldn’t exert any strength, and her head was hot. She couldn’t figure out where the sudden softness came from.

Could it be a breakthrough?

Chu Zhao lightly flicked her crimson cloud tail, completely baffled.

But she suddenly recalled the six-line oracle the mountain deity old woman had cast for her yesterday.

“The predestined person is in white, aloof, taking a flower branch as a token, and is dormant in Yingchuan. Oh dear, it’s very close.” The mountain deity shuffled the copper coins, her wrinkles spreading with laughter.

“By devouring—no, taking good care of—that benefactor, you can smoothly achieve a breakthrough and condense a demon core.”

The desolate mountains were dominated by fierce demonic winds, and they were close to the Jinmo Sea, the center of the century-old war between immortals and demons. Having more interactions with the demon realm had given everyone a slight habit of cannibalism.

Chu Zhao didn’t share this habit; her favorite was roasted mealworms, crispy like chicken.

She remembered snapping off a blooming tree branch from the mountain deity’s tree to use as a compass, and smiling innocently, “I’m temporarily borrowing it; it needs to show me the way.”

“If I can’t find her, I’ll pluck all your hair out when I get back, sound good?”

The mountain deity cried out in pain. It wasn’t the first or second day that this little red fish had been riding roughshod over her. “How can it be called stealing, A-Chu-daren’s matter, hiss…”

Thinking of this, Chu Zhao turned her head.

The familiar peach blossom branch in the storage pouch confirmed her guess.

So, the beautiful person was her benefactor!

Chu Zhao’s cheeks felt hot. Recalling the image of that delicate, slender hand stroking her earlier, she was overjoyed.

She took out a few round pearls from her personal belongings and stuffed them into the wooden box, replacing the Bigu Dan.

Still feeling it wasn’t enough, she piled her collection of shiny seashells and vibrant corals in the corner as well, considering them betrothal gifts.

With these, she could marry the beautiful person back to her cave dwelling.

Thinking of the fragrant roasted potatoes from the jade slip earlier, Chu Zhao smacked her lips, contentedly lying down on the pile of pearls, and closed her eyes to sleep.

When would they arrive at Yunshuijian?

The snowstorm ceased temporarily, and the sky gradually darkened.

It was nearly twilight when she arrived at Yunshuijian on her sword. Si Jing first returned to her room to settle her affairs, then turned to the outer hall where the disciples had their evening study.

She intentionally concealed her aura and footsteps. Separated by the door, she could clearly hear the lazy chatter of the young men and women.

“A-Ling, have you finished the homework Senior Sister assigned? Drawing twenty Water Escape Talismans—my wrist is about to break.”

“I… I still have five left to draw,” Yuan Ling stammered in reply. “I need to hurry; Senior Sister said… she’ll be back tonight.”

“Don’t write anymore. The worst is a hundred sword swings tomorrow,” a muffled voice sounded, seemingly chewing on something. “Life is meant to be enjoyed; don’t let the roasted chicken stand alone against…”

Creak.

The door opened without wind, and a clean, elegant figure slowly walked in.

The half-eaten chicken leg in Shen Susu’s hand plop fell onto the table. She maintained a half-open-mouthed posture, only reacting after a long moment.

Wiping the grease from her mouth, she tapped her toe and quietly hid the chicken leg.

“Hello, Senior Sister.” She smiled shyly at Si Jing, then turned her head to look out the window, her expression filled with worry. “…Don’t let the golden goblet face the moon alone.”

This moon was truly moon.

Yuan Ling finished drawing the talismans at life-and-death speed, stacking them into a thick pile. She placed it in front of Shen Susu, trying to diffuse the situation. “Senior, Senior Sister, do you want to collect the homework?”

Si Jing’s gaze swept over the disciples in the outer hall. She didn’t utter a word of blame, as if she hadn’t heard anything just now.

She nodded to Yuan Ling, “Good.”

The disciples made rustling noises, some pulling out storage pouches, some moving tables, and some rummaging through boxes, but none of them looked up.

“Place them here,” Si Jing tapped the wooden desk.

“Those who haven’t handed it in will swing their swords one hundred times at the Sword Forging Cliff tomorrow.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Talisman cultivation was arcane and difficult. Most of those present were Sword Cultivators; swinging a sword was always more satisfying than drawing talismans.

Shen Susu showed a triumphant smile.

Covering her face with her hand, she whispered to Yuan Ling, who passed by, “I told you Senior Sister only uses this one punishment. You lost. The crispy potatoes in the room are mine tonight.”

“Susu,” Si Jing suddenly called her name.

“Come over to me. You will demonstrate the review for everyone tonight.”

Shen Susu’s smile gradually disappeared.

Yuan Ling patted her shoulder in sympathy.

Under the gazes of the crowd, which were either sympathetic or sighing, she felt her scalp tingle and walked toward Si Jing with stiff movements.

Si Jing stood at the front, her demeanor poised and distant. Seeing her approach, she didn’t use a sword, but merely made a starting sword-finger gesture.

Her white Taoist robe cut a beautiful arc, imbued with the snow outside the window.

“Engage in a few moves with me.”

Shen Susu nodded heavily.

She was going to get bruised again. She wondered if the price of medicinal herbs at the market down the mountain had increased.

Since that was the case…

She rubbed her hands. Her Sword Cultivator instinct made her feel slightly eager. Thinking she might as well throw caution to the wind, she decided to use one of the swords from Si Jing’s storage pouch to have some fun.

She was from Xizhou, with a bold and straightforward nature. “Senior Sister, Senior Sister, can I borrow your Shattered Jade?”

“Alright.” Si Jing was never stingy.

Her divine sense entered the storage pouch, and she took out Shattered Jade.

She frowned slightly, as if she touched something.

Shen Susu waited to take the sword. Upon raising her hand, however, she grasped a wet, slippery object.

The crimson little fish panted with its gills, staring wide-eyed at her.

As if suddenly waking up, it struggled fiercely, frantically twisting its tail, panicked, and tried to escape.

“Senior Sister…” Shen Susu was stunned. She quickly grabbed the fish, examining it.

“Is this the ingredient for the cook tomorrow?”

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