After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 23

The one who had sullied her sect, Huan Liu, had been dealt with by her obedient disciple; it truly felt refreshing.

Completely abandoning the composure of a senior sister, the woman in the black robe looked at her with eager anticipation, causing Huai Ning’s face to flush.

Her dissenting voice also became softer, “It is not dual cultivation.”

But the other woman had already wrapped her arm around Huai Ning’s waist, resting her chin on her neck, “We are bathing together, which is also helpful for your cultivation. If that’s not dual cultivation, then what is?”

Huai Ning sighed softly, “It is only harmful to you, with no benefits.”

After prolonged seclusion, instead of seeking a breakthrough in her own realm, every night she would borrow the spirit spring to refine her cultivation and transmit it all to Huai Ning, just so she could stay awake a little longer and her soul wouldn’t dissipate.

Yet, Su Xue herself ended up with a diminished realm and the consequence of defying the Heavenly Dao.

“If this continues, you won’t live long,” she tried to keep her tone light, “Ying Zhi will likely have to become the Sect Master.”

Su Xue didn’t sense anything wrong and nodded, “That suits me perfectly. Although Ying Zhi is forgetful, she’s better than me, so there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Peach branches rustled, wrapping around the waist enclosed in her raven-black robe.

Huai Ning forced a faint smile, threatening, “Do you want to run out of breath again? Senior… Sister.”

Su Xue looked at her pitifully, suddenly covering her face with her sleeve, “Junior Sister, I’d rather you say that during our dual cultivation.”

“In the end, you just don’t want to kiss me, your old and fading Senior Sister… Wuwu.”

A woman’s three parts drunk can make the tree weep with her performance.

“Alright, alright,” Huai Ning’s mouth twitched, causing the tree branch to shake three times, “Fine, except for kissing, I will allow everything else.”

“However, Senior Sister, first look around; there are still juniors watching.” She tilted her head.

Su Xue looked in the direction she indicated, seeing a strikingly beautiful coral as thin as a pinky finger, trembling.

It seemed frightened by their actions; now that it was noticed, it quickly shrunk into a ball.

Su Xue slapped her forehead, “I forgot I brought her back when I went to fish out Ying Zhi earlier.”

“Speaking of which, when Ying Zhi was repeatedly falling into a coma, she kept muttering about finding a soul named ‘Li Niang’. Have you found her?” Huai Ning asked.

Hearing the name Li Niang, the coral quickly unfurled its body and wailed.

“…Li, Niang,” it called out softly.

“Aiya, she’s right under your nose,” Su Xue curved her lips, extending her fingertip to tap the fuzzy tip of the impatient coral’s head.

“You’ve been tricked. The person you’re waiting for has already been reincarnated and is a disciple of Yun Shui Jian. Her innate talent is excellent, and she will surely be able to protect you on your travels across the Nine Provinces in the future.”

The little coral stumbled when poked but remained bewildered.

Huai Ning held it in her palm, looked at Su Xue, and softened her voice slightly, “Although the soul has been reincarnated, the Merfolk Lamp is inherently an evil artifact. If it reappears in the world, your Junior Sister will…”

“Isn’t she your Junior Sister too?” Su Xue sighed.

Huai Ning’s voice involuntarily dropped to a chilly half-whisper, “Mind your words.”

“Aiya, someone’s jealous, someone’s jealous.” Su Xue took the opportunity to make a joke, pulling her into her embrace.

“You are my only Junior Sister. Let the relevant people worry about these matters.”

Huai Ning was momentarily lost in thought.

How could she and Su Xue, having fallen to this state, be considered irrelevant?

“Don’t think so much. You don’t know that the one who used to be so arrogant and willful,” Su Xue abruptly changed the subject, “has now turned into a slippery, clumsy little fish with a fierce bite.”

Huai Ning’s gaze softened as she met Su Xue’s eyes, “Then by drinking her blood, hasn’t Ying Zhi recognized her as her master?”

“She probably doesn’t even know it herself,” Su Xue laughed aloud, “But, after all these years, haven’t we grown used to such things?”

Her clothes were completely soaked, and her features were slightly pale at this moment.

Huai Ning’s heart skipped a beat, only then realizing the woman in the raven-black Daoist robe had already slit her own wrist.

The hot spring water, steeped in her essence blood, enveloped Huai Ning. Several streams of cultivation refined to the profound realm silently flowed into her body, and the back mountain glowed with red light.

“All better now,” Su Xue wrapped her arms around Huai Ning’s neck, her voice slightly weak, “Close your eyes, time for dual cultivation.”

Huai Ning felt a multitude of words stuck in her chest.

“So be it,” she suppressed the gloom in her eyes and hugged Su Xue’s shoulder, “Overthinking is pointless.”

The woman, usually so unrestrained, now obediently closed her eyes, her lips pale. The person who was once incomparably glorious and nearly stepped into the Transcendent God realm had her cultivation regress, barely at the Nascent Soul stage.

Huai Ning let out a gentle laugh, “You’re already dizzy? You were speaking such lewd words earlier.”

The brown tree branches tightly wound around her. She lightly touched the corner of Su Xue’s lips, murmuring to herself: “When have I ever been a blockhead that doesn’t understand.”

“Senior Sister, tonight… I will grant your wish.”

Smoke and dust cleared between the peaks, the scenery was bright and clear. The morning bell rang, startling a flock of snow-colored mountain birds.

The disciples’ morning class was scheduled at the Sword Forging Cliff. After practicing sword techniques, they returned to the inner room to study talismans and array formations.

“Just two crackling sounds, Senior Sister’s snow-white sleeves fluttered, her hand raised, and the whip struck—” Shen Su Su slammed the paperweight.

“Beating that Huan Liu until his meridians were severed, with barely any breath left in him.”

“Good!”

“Senior Sister, don’t reward him, whip me, wuwuwu.”

“…Nie Qian, restrain yourself.”

A crowd was gathered in a circle, chattering about Huan Liu being expelled from the sect, still not having had their fill, their volume even louder than the noisy Tao Miao’s.

The lemon-yellow little bird stamped her claws in muffled anger. “Too noisy! Quiet!”

She was about to fly to the head of the boastful Shen Susu to make trouble, but was suddenly blocked by a massive ball of blue bird.

A Qing held a packet of millet in her beak and blinked ingratiatingly.

“Miao Miao, Miao Miao,” she shyly opened her beak. “Want millet? Want a preen?”

Tao Miao was used to being waited on and was about to nod capriciously, but upon turning her head and seeing the woman in snow-white robes silently step into the inner chamber, she immediately turned on the other bird.

Fluttering away, she landed on the woman’s shoulder. “A Jing! I missed A Jing so much!”

A Qing pouted aggrievedly, losing a few feathers.

Si Jing placed Tao Miao back down beside her, tapping the soft heads of both birds. “Thank you for your concern.”

She looked at A Qing, seeing her dejected, and offered comfort. “I have something I’d like to ask of you. Could you come to my sleeping quarters for a moment?”

Hearing this, A Qing stole a few glances at Tao Miao, and her eyes brightened again. “Goo! A Qing will go!”

As long as Miao Miao could be happy, she was willing to do anything.

The blue bird ball flew out.

Tao Miao stretched her neck, unable to contain her curiosity, and flapped her wings to follow.

When Si Jing turned around again, the boys and girls, who had been lounging and standing in disarray, were now neatly seated in their respective places.

Everyone was a little worried, knowing that she had been resting in her chambers for several days.

Yuan Ling sat in the first row and cautiously asked on everyone’s behalf, “S-Senior Sister, is your body… feeling a little better?”

Si Jing’s voice softened as she lowered her eyes to reply, “I am fine now.”

“Today we will be learning the Fire-Ignition Talisman.” She spoke succinctly, setting out the teaching materials she had prepared last night.

“Please prepare your talisman paper. After I demonstrate, Yuan Ling, who has already mastered this talisman, will repeat the demonstration for you all.”

“…That’s the talisman for roasting sweet potatoes,” Shen Susu whispered to the person next to her, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Lunch is sorted!”

Xiao Wan, her deskmate, nodded slightly, the tip of her ponytail, tied with a pale blue ribbon, lightly swaying.

Normally a meticulous and studious person, she seemed not to be listening at all this time, looking preoccupied.

“You’re not still thinking about that beautiful coral you accidentally saw at the back mountain’s spring, are you?” Shen Susu teased.

“No.” Xiao Wan denied it awkwardly, as if a secret thought had been exposed.

She quickly pulled out a blank talisman paper, dipped her brush in cinnabar ink, and swish swish swish, quickly drew a few perfect Fire-Ignition Talismans.

Shen Susu wiped away sweat and left it at that.

She forgot that her deskmate was a chosen daughter of cultivation, and even the talismans she drew while distracted were at a level she couldn’t reach. Respect, respect.

She frowned and bit her brush handle, struggling with the blank talisman paper in front of her.

She was fine with practicing sword moves, but asking her to memorize this drunken-step-like scrawling was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

She could only look up and observe the Senior Mistress’s movements for a long time.

The woman in the snow-white robes had tranquil eyes and lowered her sleeve, lightly dipping her brush into the cinnabar ink. Her wrist bone hung steadily above the narrow talisman paper.

She closed her eyes slightly, not even needing to deliberately control her brushstrokes, and with fluid ease, she created a perfect talisman.

Can’t learn it, you just can’t learn it by watching.

Shen Susu scratched her head and ears, with a very guilty look, scribbled a few random strokes on the talisman paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it towards Yuan Ling.

It read: “Little Senior Sister, emergency! Could you draw one for me? I’ll treat you to secretly sneaking down the mountain for rabbit legs afterward.”

But before the paper ball could touch Yuan Ling’s back, it was intercepted.

Si Jing gently raised her palm, and the paper ball actually floated and followed her movement, landing in her open hand.

She pursed her lips, smoothed it out, glanced at the messy writing on it, and looked toward Shen Susu.

Shen Susu laughed awkwardly, looking around, pretending she hadn’t thrown it.

She quickly lowered her head, ignoring aesthetics, and haphazardly drew a non-descript shape, then exaggeratedly raised her hand to shake it. “Senior Sister, Senior Sister, I’ve finished drawing!”

Just fake it ’til you make it.

Si Jing walked over slowly and took the talisman from her hand.

“…” She examined it for a moment with lowered eyes. “It’s acceptable. However, I’m afraid it won’t ignite a fire.”

Just at that moment, A Qing and Tao Miao, who had left earlier, returned, crookedly holding a small jade porcelain jar in their beaks.

“You can place it here.” Si Jing gestured.

The porcelain jar was set down on Shen Susu’s desk with a thud. The water inside sloshed, and the small fish were jolted awake, swimming around quickly, looking groggy.

Shen Susu was even more convinced she was sleepwalking.

Isn’t this the demonic creature that Yuan Ling and I lost?

“Susu, do you still remember the incantation I just taught you?” The woman handed the talisman to her, her voice faint.

“The ‘Liao Fu’ (Blazing Talisman) – test it out in the water with this fish.”

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