After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 27

“It’s so hot here…”

Xiao Wan was slightly surprised, “Naturally, you can, Senior.”

This was originally a secret technique of the Demon Tribe. However, who was the young woman in front of her planning to bond with?

She silently glanced at Chu Zhao, then looked toward the little coral peeking out from the water behind her.

“Not Lady Shan Lake!” Chu Zhao, as if reading her mind, corrected her in a clear voice.

“I have many, many ladies in my cave dwelling. But isn’t a Bonding Ritual meant for the beauty you love the most?”

As she finished, her face felt a little warm.

That would certainly be Si Jing, with her pure, snow-like elegance.

Shan Lake heard this, whimpered twice, and sank into the water, aggrieved.

Xiao Wan’s eyes held a smile, and she was relieved, “So that’s it.”

“However…” She flipped through the tattered scroll in her hand, her voice carrying a hint of casual warning, “This item originated from the Fish-Dragon Tribe. In the eyes of the demon race, it should be considered an evil artifact. Does Senior not mind?”

Just as the Demonic path was to the Xuan Sects, the Fish-Dragon Tribe was once notorious among the demon race.

This was solely because the Demon Lord Jiang Yun, who rampaged across the Nine Provinces and slaughtered living beings in the Three Realms a millennium ago, was from the Fish-Dragon Tribe.

Even now, though the Fish-Dragon Tribe has completely severed ties with its unbearable past, ascended to become one of the oldest demon tribes with a continuous lineage in the Three Realms, and maintained good relations with various Xuan Sects, few still dare to invoke the tribe’s secret techniques on their own.

This is because Jiang Yun was extremely malicious and liked to hide ‘little surprises’ in the tribe’s secret scrolls. For the one who invokes it, at best, their cultivation can advance thousands of miles in a day; at worst, their meridians will be exhausted, and they will explode and die.

“Fish-Dragon Tribe? Are they demons born from a fish and a dragon?” Chu Zhao tilted her head and asked.

She had never heard of such a strange demon tribe; at least… there were none near the big water pit.

Mentioning dragons, she suddenly recalled the one coiled on the desolate mountain, biting her lip, her voice dismissive and awkward, “A dragon? Stupid, it doesn’t sound very powerful either. What’s there to be afraid of?”

Xiao Wan merely smiled without answering.

“Aren’t you afraid?” Chu Zhao was a little surprised, “I saw in the Talisman-drawing class that… the Senior Disciple Sister always praised you. As an immortal cultivator, you’re actually going to learn something bad!”

“…Learn something bad?” Xiao Wan lowered her head, a trace of suppressed emotion flashing in her eyes.

What does it matter?

She had never been one to rigidly adhere to rules.

Her fellow disciples all praised her for her innate talent and intelligence, yet they didn’t know that what she secretly practiced were all forbidden techniques. The sect forbade keeping spiritual pets, yet she wanted to keep a demon in her chambers.

Only because she encountered that clump of coral on the back mountain.

After the wet softness climbed onto her fingertips, for some unknown reason, Xiao Wan suddenly felt an unprecedented, desperate urge.

She wanted to hold her tightly.

“Okay, I’ll help with this!” Chu Zhao agreed readily.

She was quite bored these days. Since Si Jing was going to roast the lotus, she might as well cause a little trouble.

If the beauty wouldn’t acknowledge her, then she would just have to let her turn Fish Donkey Peak upside down.

The array required some time to set up. Chu Zhao and Xiao Wan agreed upon a meeting place two days later, and after spending a moment longer with Shan Lake, Chu Zhao pushed the door open and left.

The wind and snow on the peak had temporarily ceased; it was quiet and peaceful.

It seemed to be getting close to dawn.

Clad in a red robe, Chu Zhao stepped into the crystalline fresh snow, her footsteps making a light crunching sound.

She squatted down, molded a snow clump in her palm into the shape of a little fish, and played with great delight.

Yet, from the depths of the spirit-energy-infused forest, she heard a fluctuation of spiritual power.

It seemed some disciples were sitting in meditation to recover their energy.

Pushing aside the branches, she peered in and saw a small, secluded pavilion for quiet cultivation carved out on the mountaintop, surrounded by swirling mist.

However, a glance showed it looked more like a late-night snack spot.

A bronze brazier burned on the stone table, surrounded by food smuggled up from the foot of the mountain: a half-eaten roasted chicken, candied hawthorns, sweet horn buns, and…

Roast fish?

Chu Zhao’s almond-shaped eyes widened, filled with fury. She swept her sleeves and charged in.

Two or three boys still had un-wiped grease on their lips, but were currently meditating deeply, looking comical.

Because the space was isolated from the outside, they hadn’t heard anyone enter.

Chu Zhao sat with one leg crossed on the stone table, about to use her demon technique to turn one of them into a shrimp-head-and-crab-claw monstrosity.

Yet, she heard one of the three open her mouth.

The girl woke from her meditative state and opened her eyes slowly, “…I say, the assessment is tomorrow. Is cramming at the last minute useful? No, it’s not!”

She kept her eyes closed, but rustled in her bosom and pulled out a shiny silver coin, which she accurately tossed into the mist-shrouded pool beside her.

“Better to pray to the Carp,” she said. Then, she muttered piously while bowing around the mist, “Good luck, come! Spirit stones, come!”

Suddenly, dong! She bumped into something soft and slender.

She fearfully snapped her eyelids open.

The crimson-robed girl in front of her had skin like snow, arms crossed, and was staring down at her in an angry pout, her brows furrowed in a way that did not hide her delicate charm.

“Stop praying, Cen Lingwei. Hiss, do all you Talisman Cultivators like to do such pointless things?” Nie Qian was disturbed by her and exited her meditation, opening her tired eyes.

“Clearly, yesterday when I brought out the Fish Jade Talisman, you wouldn’t even…”

Her voice abruptly stopped. She was momentarily dazzled by a flash of crimson in the solitary, snowy pavilion.

She stared blankly, then shifted her gaze to Chu Zhao’s waist, where a delicate Fish Jade was hanging.

“I believe, I believe!” Nie Qian rushed over, hugging Chu Zhao’s little leg suspended in the air, and smiled ingratiatingly, “Is this the Immortaless who resides in the Fish Jade Talisman? This is what I deserve!”

The other disciple also woke up. The three of them gathered in front of Chu Zhao, their eyes sparkling.

Chu Zhao was placated a bit by the flattery.

But a glimpse of the cold roast fish next to her made her immediately pout and swell her cheeks with renewed anger.

“…Cough.” Cen Lingwei quickly acted, hiding the fish behind her and discreetly dumping it.

It was unfair! The three of them hadn’t taken a single bite.

Only then was Chu Zhao satisfied. Seeing the piety of the few immortal cultivator children before her, she decided to let bygones be bygones, “Speak, what do you all wish for?”

Cen Lingwei poked Nie Qian’s waist and gave her a warning glance.

The meaning was: don’t say anything inappropriate that would sully the ears of the Immortaless.

Nie Qian pouted.

She exchanged glances with the other two and finally compromised.

“Naturally, it is for tomorrow’s Sect Assessment,” the three knelt before the crimson-robed girl and said in unison.

Roasting lotus again!

Chu Zhao originally didn’t want to agree.

But the moment she opened her mouth to say “No,” a sweet horn bun was stuffed into it.

She opened her eyes wide, chomped away, and couldn’t speak in time.

The three took advantage of the chaos, each giving their names and bowing piously with clasped hands, “Carp Immortaless, please bless us! We must pass the sword trial smoothly!”

With that, they pushed the other pastries and food on the table into the girl’s arms and, as if afraid she would change her mind, quickly scurried away.

Chu Zhao’s cheeks were bulging, yet she could still clearly hear the boys’ whispers drifting from the forest.

“Wait, I suddenly remember the third of the six ‘Do Nots’ of Verdant Peak.”

“The sect only provides light-blue robes for disciples. If you see anyone wearing red robes, do not speak to them; retreat quickly.”

“What ancient regulations are those? Who still believes them?”

“Don’t believe it, don’t believe it! I will forever support the Carp Immortaless!”

That’s how it should be!

Chu Zhao proudly jumped down from the stone table in the pavilion, tucking the uneaten horn buns into her bosom.

When she looked up again, the sky was already bright.

The clear, rich sound of the spiritual bell, coming from an unknown direction, spread out from the peak, quickly reaching this spot and shaking the entire small pavilion with subtle vibrations.

Chu Zhao made an “Ooh” sound, her waist suddenly going limp as she slumped down by the table.

She remembered that last night, when she was nuzzling the hand of the beautiful, unconscious person on the couch, at this very moment, her vision had suddenly gone blank, and her entire body felt sore and swollen.

Looking down, her legs, against her will, had turned into a fish tail.

The fine snow drifting outside brushed against her, melting wet and cold on her scales. It was so sensitive that she couldn’t help but secrete a sticky warmth.

It wasn’t until the bell sound subsided that Chu Zhao’s eyes focused and her strength returned.

She shamefully flicked her tail, kicking up crystalline snow dust.

It was all the fault of that unromantic, bad beauty! Would she be so helpless every time she heard the bell from now on?

Yet, she failed to notice that the simple, pale ice bracelet on her slender wrist was currently shining faintly.

“Senior Sister?” The disciple holding the sword glanced at the tall, elegant woman beside her, a little worried.

Senior Sister had been guiding her stance, but had suddenly stopped speaking.

Si Jing’s long lashes drooped, the curve of her chest rose and fell, her knuckles were clenched, and her usually pale neck was tinged with pink; even sparse beads of sweat had formed on her forehead.

Her personal sword flew out of its sheath on command, supporting her slightly unsteady body. She opened her mouth: “…I’m fine.”

After instructing the disciple on her sword stance one by one, Si Jing avoided the crowd and walked under the pine tree at the edge of the Sword Forging Cliff.

The view here was open and empty. With clear ears and sharp eyes, she rubbed the ice ring on her little finger and looked in a certain direction.

Verdant Peak was perpetually covered in snow, and a splash of crimson was particularly vivid in the surrounding silence.

Chu Zhao, holding the horn bun, darted through the mountain steps and streams, looking pampered and charming.

She took a few bites of the snack and found a shallow, clear stream.

Seeing no one around, her legs suddenly transformed into a glittering fish tail. She dipped it into the water, her face still flushed, and carefully began to clean herself.

Si Jing’s gaze lowered.

She couldn’t figure out… what the demon girl had just done.

It had made her mind waver, her stance unsteady, and a sensation of anthill-like tingling had pulsed through her bones.

She could only wait until tonight to return to her chamber and question her thoroughly.

But when she arrived at her chambers in the early twilight, there was no familiar fish silhouette in the water tank.

Chu Zhao had not returned.

Fine, she had given out the ice bracelet and ice ring herself, allowing her to wander freely.

…It was only natural that she hadn’t returned.

The little crimson fish was agile and active, always winding around her at unpredictable times and places.

And then, she would disappear without a word, vanishing into thin air.

Si Jing sat on the couch to meditate as usual.

But she could not settle her mind for a long time, always suspecting the bedding was damp, or that water stains remained on her fingertips.

She sighed softly and extinguished the candle with a wave of her hand.

She took off her outer robe and, in the darkness and silence, walked toward the Xuan Iron Sword Casket in the corner of the room.

This object was forged by Huai Ning, using a section of his own branch as the bone and fusing it with Xuan Iron. It had the effect of calming the mind and purifying the spirit. Falling asleep inside it allowed all distracting thoughts to be banished.

In recent years, Si Jing hadn’t used it much, except when frequently exposed to demonic energy.

But ever since the little red fish had entangled her beneath the Yingchuan water pool, she had slept in the sword casket almost every day.

Si Jing closed her eyes.

Inside the sword casket, weariness soon descended as usual.

Thus, she did not realize that a moist streak crossed her neck.

The crimson little fish was sneaking deep into her robes, wriggling its soft, smooth body with a sisi sound, its silk-like tail gently flicking.

Chu Zhao had caught a slight cold after washing her tail in the pool and felt dizzy.

She had been sleeping in this sword casket for a long time but hadn’t improved at all.

Until now, the beauty, whose body radiated a pure, cool aura, lay down. Chu Zhao, half-asleep, habitually crawled into Si Jing’s robes.

But suddenly, the space beneath her went empty, and she fell into an unknown place.

When she opened her eyes again, the scene before her was one of stillness.

Looking out, it was boundless. The sky resembled a deep pool, and the ground was like a mirrored lake, reflecting her naked, unclothed figure.

Where was this…?

Si Jing sat cross-legged in the Sea of Consciousness.

When one falls asleep in the sword casket, the divine sense comes here—without dreams or thoughts, a place to calm the spirit.

Si Jing didn’t feel lonely. She meditated silently as usual, spending the long night alone.

She didn’t know how long had passed.

A sound like dripping water suddenly reached her ears.

Her waist was encircled by a soft, still-dripping arm.

The person behind her was enveloped in dampness, quietly pressed against her, the sound of a heart beating quickly and intimately silently permeating through her back.

The girl’s voice was timid, holding a hint of confusion, “Is this… your heart?”

Si Jing’s lashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

Chu Zhao was kneeling on the ground. Her skin was like snow dipped in peach, her figure exquisite. She was unclothed, but showed no shame.

The glow in her eyes was speckled like gold foil. She tilted her head, “Zhi Zhi (Know-Know), your heart is beating so fast! Is it because you saw me?”

Si Jing only felt a great strangeness within her body. She pursed her lips and answered coldly, “…I have no heart.”

A soft hand suddenly pressed against her chest.

The girl burrowed into her arms, pressing her cheek against her, listening carefully for a long time, her eyes moist and shimmering.

“Ping-Pong, Ping-Pong,” she imitated sweetly, “You clearly do.”

Seeing Si Jing ignore her, she sat up, hooked her arms around the woman’s neck, and lightly drew close.

She sniffed the other’s nose, then pressed her own against it, rubbing it lightly as if to playfully flirt.

Her gaze shifted to the woman’s pale pink lips. Chu Zhao extended her tongue and began to lick them delicately, as if thirsty.

Suddenly, she was seized by a cool hand.

Si Jing’s voice was somewhat shaky, “Stop… Leave quickly.”

She didn’t understand why her usually vast and solitary Sea of Consciousness had been intruded upon by a demon.

Nor did she know… what was happening to her right now.

Her chest was throbbing anxiously, her ears were warm, and her usually dulled five senses had suddenly become acutely clear. She suddenly felt the skin of the girl in her arms was blindingly white and had to look away.

Yet, her finger inadvertently touched something smooth and wet on the girl’s waist.

A small patch of milky-white scales, the edges faintly tinted with shallow crimson.

The other whimpered, her abdomen scales having been touched. She instantly went limp in Si Jing’s arms, her eyelids flushed.

“I’m lost, I can’t get out…” The girl hung her head, her voice containing grievance, and if listened to carefully, a slight pant.

“I’m hot, I’m uncomfortable… I’ve been looking for you for so long in this cold place.”

She guided the other’s hand.

“It’s so hot here,” she said innocently.

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