After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 25

Unfortunately, after listening for a long time, there was no movement.

There was no little fish there.

Chu Zhao sighed in disappointment and rested her head on Si Jing’s chest.

Exhausted the entire night, she only now realized that her eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand catties.

Thinking that she couldn’t let the ‘wicked beauty’ default on her debt, she bit the woman’s neck several times, leaving bright red teeth marks. Only then was she satisfied, and she drifted off to a deep sleep.

The damp, scarlet tail tightly hooked around Si Jing’s ankle bone, the aftershocks still lightly trembling as if present, its scales sparkling, intertwining with the snow-colored robes.

Outside the window, the morning light broke, and the faint glow of dawn appeared through the scattered clouds.

When the spirit bell of Emerald Peak rang for the third time, the immortal cultivator, half-dressed on the couch, silently opened her eyes, her gaze tranquil and undisturbed.

She intended to get up as usual and meditate on the couch, but suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly.

A soft, boneless body was pressed against her chest.

The young girl’s shoulders were pale pink, her wet eyelashes drooping. She was holding onto Si Jing’s robes, soundly asleep and completely defenseless.

Her lower body was not human legs, but a fish tail as thick as a waist, covered in light gold and scarlet scales.

The girl burrowed into Si Jing’s robes and murmured in her sleep, “Wife…”

Her soft lips, like a water-soaked flower petal, pecked Si Jing’s collarbone, a warm, ticklish sensation.

The bedding and couch were so saturated they could be wrung out.

Si Jing pursed her lips tightly.

She reached under the pillow and pulled out a dagger. She held it against the demon’s slender neck, and it was only then that she realized her palms and finger bones were sticky.

Chu Zhao’s body slid softly down. Disturbed from her sweet dream, she thought some tactless little shrimp had intruded upon her night with the beauty.

She reluctantly gave a muffled sound, frowned, and opened her eyes.

However, her neck suddenly felt a chill.

“Demoness,” the woman’s neck was blooming with rosy marks, but her voice was as cold as the deep winter. “Why are you in my bed?”

A stinging pain slowly spread. Chu Zhao gave a pained sound and woke up mostly.

She initially wanted to rely on her usual quick-wittedness to slip away, but her waist was too weak. Even after mustering all her strength, she could only flick the tip of her tail on the couch.

For some reason, her tail also wouldn’t retract.

The beauty in front of her looked at her with cold indifference, unlike the warmth of last night, as if she were a different person.

“I… I…” Chu Zhao was overwhelmed with grievance.

Her gaze flickered. “You threw off your blanket last night. I was afraid you’d catch a cold, so I specially came over to keep you warm!”

Si Jing raised her free hand and tucked her exposed robes back together, covering the soft, undulating skin of her chest and concealing the bright red teeth marks Chu Zhao had left.

The mountains outside were chilly, causing the window lattices to rattle.

In this situation, one couldn’t say it was utterly dissimilar to providing warmth; one could only say it was entirely unrelated.

Seeing the woman’s indifferent expression and knowing she wasn’t believed, Chu Zhao felt both anxious and embarrassed.

Ignoring the stinging sensation on her neck from the dagger, she leaned closer. As a demon, her pain tolerance was much stronger than a human’s.

“Look,” she opened her scarlet robe, showing the many plum-blossom-like marks scattered across her collarbone, especially her neck.

“It was so cold last night! To keep you company, I was frozen all red!” Her voice was full of complaint.

The dagger, held against the girl’s neck, drew a faint, scarlet thread of blood.

Si Jing frowned. The stinging sensation seemed to reflect back onto her.

Chu Zhao tilted her head to observe, feeling that the clear and cold beauty in front of her suddenly cradled her heart and winced, looking fragile and alluring. The dagger pressing against her neck also loosened significantly.

Could she be so moved that she couldn’t speak?

She knew the beauty liked her!

Chu Zhao lifted Si Jing’s dagger-holding hand and gently rubbed her cheek against it, being careful. “Don’t blame yourself too much! It must be because Fish Donkey Peak is too cold, that we didn’t conceive a little fish.”

“We, we can go back to my cave dwelling,” she said, a blush spreading across her ear tips.

“Every day… no, every hour…”

Her neck was suddenly pressed by a cool fingertip. The healing aura of Wood Spirit Root flowed, instantly smoothing out the almost imperceptible wound.

Feeling the slight vibration of the girl’s throat as she spoke, Si Jing’s eyelashes trembled slightly. “Don’t say anything more.”

Chu Zhao’s heart thumped. Her cave dwelling was always filled with beautiful demons, who, though delicate in appearance, had difficulty concealing their demonic nature and were ultimately not as charming as a human beauty with her modest reserve.

“Then when are we going back?” She secretly stared at the woman’s pale pink lips. “My seashell soft couch is much more comfortable than the one on Fish Donkey Peak.”

Before receiving a response, a light, floating talisman was suddenly pasted onto her forehead.

It’s blocking me from seeing the beauty!

Chu Zhao was annoyed. She puffed out her cheeks and blew, causing the light yellow talisman to curl upwards.

However, the next moment, she suddenly reverted to her original form.

The Manifestation Talisman fluttered down as ashes, and with a plop, the small red fish with round, innocent eyes flopped onto the bedding.

Chu Zhao wiggled her body, but before she could raise her head to protest, she was lifted by the tip of her tail.

Amidst the swaying, water splashed, and she was tossed into the small porcelain jar she had stayed in before.

Si Jing placed a restriction on the opening of the jar.

Her gaze was lowered, the little fish’s earlier brazen words still echoing in her ears.

She turned her head to look, and the bamboo slips she had given to the little fish last night were scattered on the table.

What came into view was actually a graphic erotic painting of intertwined naked women.

Si Jing’s breathing immediately hitched.

She closed her eyes and rolled up the glaring painting, her movements hurried. In a daze, she felt the cold bamboo slips were searingly hot, and the fingertips that touched them were scorched.

“Don’t close it, I haven’t finished watching!” The little red fish in the jar next to her anxiously leaped up, utterly shameless. “Ah Chu wants to see the naked beauty!”

“You are punished with self-reflection,” Si Jing dropped this phrase and left the room.

Leaving her sleeping quarters, she raised her hand to summon her sword, but the woman paused on the sword for a long time.

She placed her hand over her lower abdomen.

… Conceive a little fish.

She remembered the demoness was particularly insistent on this matter just now.

She had been cultivating the Dao of Heartlessness for a long time, but she never understood.

Can humans and demons… actually do that, too?

Due to the previous fire, the only outer room on Emerald Peak available for disciples to meditate and cultivate was left with only ruins.

The blackened dining hall, which looked as if it had been bombed, was completely unrecognizable.

After completing the morning lesson in the square in front of the main hall, everyone took on the duty of cleaning up.

Those who could ride their swords lightly floated the broken beams away, while those who hadn’t established their foundation (Jizhu) did smaller chores, chatting and slacking off with the people next to them.

“So, have you seen the Little Fish Immortal since that day?” someone quietly asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

A talisman-cultivating girl sighed, “The internal sect assessment is in a few days. Little Fish Immortal, how will I live without you?”

Once you enter the profound gates, it’s like a deep ocean. Breaking through realms depends entirely on the will of the heavens. If your luck is bad, you even have to endure other people’s tribulation lightning striking your head.

The ultimate end of cultivation is metaphysics—she realized this less than a year after joining the sect.

So, she reverently bowed to the dusty porcelain jar—where the auspicious carp once stayed—that had been dug out of the ruins, and began to silently pray.

“I think the Little Fish Immortal has probably perished; don’t bother praying anymore.” The girl next to her, named Nie Qian, took something out and waved it in front of everyone.

“Why don’t you worship this? Su Su and A Ling brought it back from down the mountain, and it’s very effective.”

The blood jade was carved into the shape of a carp. Its light shimmered, and the scarlet tassels swayed, quickly attracting everyone’s attention.

“Speaking of which, where are Su Su and Yuan Ling today?” someone, pondering the jade pendant, asked with concern.

Xiao Wan glanced far in Si Jing’s direction and quietly answered, “Don’t let Senior Sister hear this. Su Su and Yuan Ling clearly already performed 500 sword strokes last night, but for some reason, they’ve been punished to go to Sword Forging Cliff again.”

“Comradely righteousness! They’re willing to endure the hardship of the punishment just to buy the Fish Jade Pendant for me!” Nie Qian wiped a tear.

“I just don’t know what those few scrolls of bamboo slips they brought back were. The more they looked at them, the more their faces seemed to turn yellow.”

“Is this Fish Jade Talisman really effective?” Xiao Wan noticed the exquisite blood jade in her hand and asked curiously.

“A Wan, you don’t need it. You can close your eyes and spin in circles during the sword assessment and still get a perfect score,” Nie Qian coughed twice.

“But for me, this Fish Jade is too spiritual! I made a wish before bed last night, and it actually came true in my dream.”

The talisman-cultivating girl who was devoutly bowing to the porcelain jar was named Cen Lingwei. At this moment, she skeptically opened one eye, looked eagerly, and took the Fish Jade from Nie Qian’s hand.

The touch was smooth and fine. Unconsciously, she grasped the jade in her palm.

Perhaps because the tassel end of the Fish Jade was still held by Nie Qian and she didn’t want to let go, a scene she had never anticipated immediately appeared in her sea of consciousness.

Si Jing, wearing her spotless Taoist robe, stood quietly with a whip, looking down. In the sudden downward glance, her eyes revealed an undeniable sense of coercion.

“… A disgrace to the sect,” her voice was like pearls dropping onto a porcelain plate. “Kneel.”

Her wide sleeve blocked the view. The woman’s delicate wrist was raised high. When her gaze swept over, it was as if she were looking at a speck of dust polluting her robes.

The soft whip lashed down, and a sudden whooshing sound, enough to make one’s bones go soft, rang in her ears.

“Aaaah!” Cen Lingwei’s legs went completely weak. She opened her eyes and hurriedly threw the Fish Jade out of her hand.

She was really stupid, truly. She only knew that Nie Qian liked to be whipped. She should have anticipated that she would make this kind of wish!

When she opened her eyes again, the blood jade arced through the air and fell into the embrace of a snow-colored robe outside the crowd.

Si Jing’s beautiful face flashed with a hint of bewilderment. She lowered her head to look at the jade pendant, then her gaze fell upon the crowd.

Her fair finger picked up the scarlet tassel and she quietly asked, “What is this object?”

Cen Lingwei shivered. Coming face-to-face with the woman’s clear and cold gaze at close range, her knees instantly went weak.

“… Senior Sister, hello,” she forced a smile. She tried to step away but couldn’t, and ultimately knelt down in front of the woman.

She really wanted to escape, but she couldn’t.

She shouldn’t have touched that mysterious Fish Jade; she was being honest now.

The others who hadn’t seen the scene in the blood jade were curious, but seeing Nie Qian, they mostly understood and scattered guiltily like birds and beasts.

A few remained, and seeing the snow-robed woman’s distinct confusion in her eyes and eyebrows, they chattered to explain.

“Senior Sister, Senior Sister, this is a very spiritual Wish-Fulfilling Fish Jade!”

“I heard Su Su say that a scholar wore this Fish Jade on his waist, and later he succeeded in the imperial exams three times in a row and smoothly entered the court as an official.”

“If you hold the jade in your palm, you can see the thing you desire most.”

Si Jing examined the jade pendant in her palm.

It looked somewhat familiar. This object seemed identical to the jade pendant she had confiscated during evening cultivation and gifted to the little red fish last night.

Her finger ran over the finely carved scales on the jade body. Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Tiny, blurred images flashed one by one in her sea of consciousness.

The little red fish transformed into a soft, hot human body, its eyes holding a wavering, watery color. It cried softly, calling “Zhi Zhi,” its fish tail wrapped around her hand, struggling to move its waist, like a sweet, sticky liquid melting in her embrace.

The dull sound of the spirit bell rang. The girl’s eyes suddenly lost focus, and she raised her wet chin high.

Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and she bit her robes.

Si Jing’s breathing was ragged. She suddenly opened her eyes.

She reached for the side of her neck, wanting to wipe away the damp mark.

But she touched a series of deep and shallow teeth marks.

The Fish Jade felt like fine suet jade, melting in her palm like an illusion, gradually becoming hot, a sensation like fingers entwined in soft, wet stickiness.

“Senior Sister, Senior Sister?” Cen Lingwei weakly crawled up. Seeing the woman in front of her hanging her head in silence, her neck and earlobes flushed pale scarlet, she couldn’t help but feel worried.

Could it be that Senior Sister saw the scene in the jade and was so enraged that she was getting a fever?

Si Jing regained her composure.

She quietly replied, “I am fine.”

The jade in her palm had turned cool. She curled her fingers and applied some force.

In less than a moment, the surface of the jade was covered in frost. With a light crunch, it cracked and dissolved into a powdery ice dust as she tightened her grip.

“I will inform everyone during evening cultivation today. Do not bring such an evil object back to Emerald Peak again when you go down the mountain,” she said, frowning.

“Yes, Senior Sister!” Cen Lingwei shrank her neck and scrambled away, trying to escape the scene. “Goodbye, Senior Sister!”

Aaaah, she doesn’t want to be whipped in real life too!

Little did she know, after she left, Si Jing stood silently in place for a long time.

The faint blush on her neck dissipated. Her eyes were veiled with a fog of instability in her Dao heart. Her mind was troubled, entangled with distracting thoughts.

Her lips moved slightly, trying to recite the Heart-Cleansing Mantra over and over again to wash over and suppress the distracting thoughts in her sea of consciousness.

That Fish Jade seemed to be filling in the dreams she had forgotten due to her heartlessness.

Was it truly a dream?

Or were those obscene scenes all real?

Why would the deepest desire of her heart… be that little red fish?

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