After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 24.2

“…I’m afraid we can only call for Senior Sister.”

“She’ll be angry, Senior Sister will definitely be angry!”

“Great! Senior Sister can punish me first! I specialize in Body Cultivation!”

Chu Zhao didn’t hear what she wanted and was very annoyed.

The bad beauty is not as powerful as she is!

In the corner, Yuan Ling covered her mouth with her sleeve and coughed a few times, her face pale.

She had a Gold Spirit Root, which was countered by fire. Surrounded by layers of talisman fire, her protective spiritual energy was scorched thin, and she was very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by a soft, wet sensation.

A cool feeling swiftly flowed into her meridians.

Her vision was blurry and flickering. Yuan Ling only saw that the person in front of her was slender, with fair skin.

A crimson sleeve brushed past her eyes. The person glanced at her, their peach-blossom-colored almond eyes obscured by the smoke, appearing seductive and beautiful when contrasted with the firelight.

The slender figure quickly departed.

“…Immortal, Immortal Cultivator Sister?” Yuan Ling murmured softly, stunned.

Not far away, Shen Susu’s cheeks were blackened with white streaks.

She was still stubbornly resisting. “Nie Qian, don’t call Senior Sister! You want to be punished, but I don’t!”

The smoke was choking. Just as she was about to speak again, she suddenly felt the air cool down considerably.

Looking down, she found herself wrapped in a soft, delicate water bubble.

Just as she found it strange and reached out to touch it, Shen Susu suddenly stumbled.

Kicked from behind by an unknown person, she screamed and lunged forward, forced to rush out of the inner room that was burning with roaring flames, rolling out covered in ash and dirt.

Before long, all the fellow disciples were kicked out in the same manner, either forwards or backward, rubbing their backs and wincing in pain.

Meanwhile, the inner room, which was swaying and about to collapse from the fire, was now filled with dampness and had quieted down.

White smoke rose, dust motes floated, and not a single trace of fire could be seen.

“Harm to fellow disciples!” Shen Susu cried out, lying on the ground feigning injury. “You broke my sword bone, it’ll take two hundred, no… five hundred spirit stones to heal!”

No one responded.

The silence was eerie. She could hear the cold wind blowing from the cliff top of Emerald Peak.

Shen Susu knew something was wrong.

Opening her eyes, she saw a corner of snow-white fabric stopping by her forehead, spotless.

Si Jing’s dark hair was loosely pinned. She had rushed back on her sword, her hair scattered over her shoulders, still dressed as she was when she left.

She sheathed her sword. The faded sword tassel swayed in the wind. She looked down at Shen Susu, her emotions unreadable.

Shen Susu had extremely strong self-healing abilities and immediately scrambled up.

She squeezed out a few tears. Her face was white and grey like a calico cat, looking genuinely pitiful. “…Senior Sister.”

Si Jing looked at the hall, which was mostly reduced to charcoal, and was silent for a moment.

“Who did this?” Her voice was like the strike of ice and jade.

Everyone looked at each other.

They made a lot of noise but couldn’t give a clear explanation.

Si Jing’s gaze lingered on the disciples for a moment, then she motioned for them to disperse.

“Yay!”

“The outer room caught fire, does that mean we don’t have evening study?”

“…Keep your voice down.”

“Thank you, Little Fish Immortal!”

Dozens of young disciples, covered in soot, brushed the dirt off their light blue Daoist robes, whispering to each other, unable to hide their delight.

“Susu.” Yuan Ling grabbed Shen Susu, who was about to run, her face troubled, and her voice became hurried.

“I, I saw… saw the Immortal Cultivator Sister in the fire just now!”

“Which Immortal Cultivator Sister?” Shen Susu rubbed her waist. “Could it be… the red one?”

Yuan Ling nodded vigorously.

“You must have seen wrong. That one has great magical powers, and earlier she even possessed…” Shen Susu felt a bit awkward. “Forget it, it’s nothing.”

If Yuan Ling were to know that her sleepwalking was being acted out, she would surely be in trouble, and might even lose the privilege of holding her while sleeping at night.

Yuan Ling was full of questions, blinking at her in confusion.

“Hey, Xiao Wan.” Shen Susu reluctantly ignored the question and poked the person next to her. “No need for cultivation tonight, what do you plan to do? Want to sneak down the mountain with us?”

“Meditate, practice sword fighting, and review talismans and formations,” Xiao Wan replied gently.

However, she looked away as if remembering something.

She also wanted… to go to the back mountain and check on that little demon.

“But,” Xiao Wan turned around and looked at the broken walls and ruins behind them. “Don’t you think Senior Sister is too calm about this?”

The person who was usually fair with rewards and punishments, and was steady and aloof, didn’t even frown today, just watching silently, as if she had expected it.

“She’s very, very calm,” Yuan Ling murmured in admiration.

“No, you’re wrong,” Shen Susu pinched her face. “It should be: she’s very angry.”

She glanced secretly behind her.

Senior Sister must be furious now, so it’s better not to disturb her and sneak down the mountain.

The disciples dispersed sparsely.

Si Jing stood outside the hall, close enough to see the small red fish sitting unharmed in a tank on the table in the center of the room.

…Self-deception.

She slowly walked into the hall with its slanting crossbeams and chanted a dust-removal spell. The surrounding dust was instantly swept away.

All that remained was a pile of talisman ash and a few scorched potatoes rolling on the ground.

Si Jing pursed her lips and ignored them, her gaze focused on the small jade porcelain tank on the table.

The crimson little fish inside looked listless, its belly up, completely still.

It seemed to be feigning unconsciousness.

The light was blocked by the approaching figure of the immortal beauty. Chu Zhao quickly stole a glance, her moist eyes subtly moving.

She thought she would be scooped up into the beauty’s palm and cherished, but the small water tank was suddenly tipped over, and the remaining water poured out.

Playing the role to the end, she pretended to be dehydrated and twisted her body uncomfortably. “So dry, so painful.”

Her tail was lifted.

A cold voice sounded near her ear, “Why did you set the inner room on fire and make yourself look so wretched?”

As she was brought closer, Chu Zhao could clearly see Si Jing’s expression.

Perhaps because she was accustomed to concealing her emotions, the woman’s long eyelashes were lowered, and her expression was serene. Chu Zhao didn’t see any disgust in her eyes, only a desire for an answer.

Chu Zhao felt a surge of triumph internally.

She took this as the other person caring about her!

“I didn’t set it on fire,” Chu Zhao’s tail slightly curled, drawn in by the beauty’s melodious voice. At the same time, she felt dizzy from being held up, and opened her mouth, sounding wronged.

“…I didn’t mean to burn it. It was all because, because someone bullied me!”

From Tao Miao’s provocation to being ignored by the stupid children, she poured out her grievances in a crisp voice, completely forgetting that the silent person in front of her was the one who started bullying her first.

“That silly bird that can’t even transform! She’s not as beautiful as my scales, but she shows off how much everyone likes her all the time.” Chu Zhao was so angry that her belly puffed out. “She even calls you… A-Jing.”

The somewhat intimate address, spoken by the little fish’s tender voice, made Si Jing pause slightly.

“That is the Spirit Pet of the Master,” she replied softly.

“Then the Master should discipline her properly!” Chu Zhao was very chatty and wronged.

“You didn’t pick her up, but I was personally brought back by you! You’re not allowed to like her, you should like me!”

Besides, she didn’t always want to call the person in front of her the bad immortal cultivator… She also wanted to know Si Jing’s maiden name.

Just like her former wives affectionately called her Ah-Chu.

Si Jing took the slippery little fish back into her palm.

“Master gave me a courtesy name,” she said, as if reading Chu Zhao’s mind. “It is called Yingzhi.”

Chu Zhao coiled in the woman’s soft palm, tilting her head and quietly reciting the two words the other person said.

She still didn’t understand how to write them.

Zhi Zhi ? A block of wood, that won’t do.

Zhi Zhi that’s the sound of a mealworm being torn apart and eaten by her. That’s good!

“Humph.” She pecked at Si Jing’s finger gaps. “I’ll call you Zhi Zhi!”

Si Jing didn’t have any particular reaction and nodded.

The little fish was a bit deflated, but then anxiously bounced in her hand. “You have to treat me well, feed me delicious food, and you’re not allowed to abandon me, a demon, here again.”

“But who will repair the inner room after the fire?” the woman asked plainly.

Chu Zhao flinched slightly.

Only then did she realize that her exaggerated complaint had not been believed by the woman all along.

She simply lay flat, closed her gill covers, and fainted on the spot.

Suddenly, her tail tip stung slightly.

It seemed a slight punishment had been applied, a trace of icy spiritual power swiftly passing through.

Chu Zhao let out a slight sound. She could endure it, but the hand holding her silently clenched.

She quietly opened her eyes to look. Si Jing was actually frowning, and her pale lips were quickly turning white.

What’s wrong? Could the beauty have been angered by her?

Her tail, like a cloud of silk, arched up, expressing confusion.

The injury on it was superficial, and soon, it was smoothed over by a pure wood-attribute energy.

Si Jing withdrew her hand.

Her guess was verified. She lowered her eyes, her expression shrouded in uncertainty.

Because of the shared sensation, when the Fire Attracting Talisman was applied to the little fish earlier, the pain, like the rampant licking of fire, was doubled for her.

Now, a shallow wound felt like having the tendons of her hand severed by a dagger.

…Why is this happening?

What could it be, a demon art applied to her and this little fish?

In her palm, the always noisy crimson little fish’s tail injury was healed, and it comfortably lay in the crook of her fingers.

After its earlier commotion, it was now softly moving its mouth, seemingly about to fall asleep.

Si Jing’s fingertip rested on the little fish’s soft belly.

Its cultivation, which was previously far from condensing a demon core, was now just a step away.

That’s why it could draw a Fire Attracting Talisman of such power, burning the inner room into its current state.

Is it because it has absorbed her cultivation?

Si Jing placed the little fish inside her robes. Its soft body immediately sank down.

It was restless even in its light sleep, arching inside her slender curve through the inner garments.

It smacked its lips, speaking in human words, a small, aggrieved voice, “Zhi Zhi, you can only like me…!”

Through the fabric, Si Jing’s fingertip hovered over the raised area.

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