After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 32

The class was in chaos.

All the disciples widened their eyes, gazing in unison at the water basin in Si Jing’s hand, their attention drawn to the hopping, surging, and mysteriously appeared gem-like small fish within.

“I didn’t see wrong, did I…”

“It’s the Koi Fairy!”

What are you looking at!

Chu Zhao pouted angrily in the basin, puffed out several rings of bubbles, and forcefully shook her cloud tail.

Water immediately splashed out, wetting the robes of the surrounding disciples.

Si Jing, cradling the porcelain basin, walked lightly and slowly stepped forward from the back.

“Senior Sister, are we going to use the Koi Fairy to test the Lightning Descent Talisman again today?” a tactless disciple asked, eager to try.

The moment the word “lightning” left that person’s mouth, Chu Zhao, hearing it, immediately sank to the bottom of the water, looking for a corner to hide.

She looked left and right, but the basin was too small; where could she possibly hide?

Feeling wronged, she could only wrap her gills with her fins, her opercula trembling uncontrollably.

Si Jing’s gaze fell on the startled little fish in the basin in her hand, pausing for a moment.

She replied: “Those who have already inscribed the talisman may come forward and try.”

Chu Zhao thought she had misheard.

The beauty had spoken to her softly just last night, begging her to keep her company every night in her chamber, so why was she now allowing these wicked immortal disciples to frighten her with lightning talismans?

Moreover, she knew Chu Zhao was afraid of thunder.

The water flow in the basin was gentle, but Chu Zhao’s round eyes turned red. She looked towards Si Jing, feeling disappointed and lost.

Did the beauty forget her again after waking up from that black iron sword chest?

She was clearly a human, yet her memory was even worse than a fish demon’s.

A disciple, holding a Lightning Descent Talisman, had already stepped forward.

The others advised caution, saying that angering the Koi Fairy would surely lead to bad consequences.

The young girl responded ignorantly, “Mysticism can’t save the unlucky. My fate is determined by me, not heaven.”

A Qing jumped onto her shoulder and offered a lazy feminine critique, “Goo! Truly a materialist warrior.”

There was a buzz of discussion below the platform.

A small fraction debated what obscure language the blue bird was chanting, while the majority were holding their breath for the small red fish in the porcelain basin.

The girl, holding the talisman, began to chant. The thin, clear yellow paper, lightly pinched between her fingers, began to burn away bit by bit.

The outside world darkened for a moment, and silver snakes seemed to be swimming in the clouds.

Suddenly, with a soft crackle, a flash of lightning erupted in the water basin.

Chu Zhao clenched her teeth, and separated by the porcelain wall, she instinctively pressed against the snow-robed woman holding the basin, shivering.

The lightning was submerged in the water.

She only felt a tingling all over her body, as if her scales were colliding, making a terrifying grating sound.

And then what?

Chu Zhao quietly moved her cloud fins away from her view, looking around. Seeing no danger, she swam several laps in the basin.

She was completely unharmed!

The lightning seemed to be loosening her muscles and bones. She felt completely relaxed and pleasantly numb, comfortable and at ease.

“You idiot immortal cultivator!” Chu Zhao leaped out of the water, her crimson tail scooping up a handful of water and flinging it at the stunned girl, chirping loudly in protest.

“Come back and challenge Sir A Chu after cultivating for a few hundred more years!”

She failed to notice that Si Jing’s knuckles, holding the porcelain basin behind her, silently tightened.

Her delicate hand was hidden in her sleeve, and spiritual energy fluctuations swirled around her fingertips, neutralizing the Lightning Descent Talisman, yet a disordered surge of lightning energy still invaded her meridians.

“It is acceptable,” Si Jing said softly, looking down.

Barely suppressing the discomfort, she looked at everyone present and opened her lips, “Who else wishes to try?”

Chu Zhao immediately stopped looking at the lightning-drawing immortal cultivator girl, turning towards the back and angrily splashing water, “A Chu hates you!”

The woman’s features were exquisite and ethereal, yet they were so placid that they stirred no emotion. Even when her robe was splashed with water by Chu Zhao, she maintained a composed demeanor.

However, the ice ring on her little finger was softly flickering, like the fragmented light passing through her peach blossom eyes at that moment.

Chu Zhao felt a little guilty.

It was she who had heartlessly abandoned the ice bracelet without a word. The woman had also told her that the ice bracelet contained a trace of spiritual energy to protect her.

Could it be that this is why Zhi Zhi is angry?

“Hmph, then let the immortal cultivator children try again,” Chu Zhao glanced at Si Jing, reluctantly speaking with a crisp voice.

“It can’t hurt me anyway!”

After saying this, she sank to the bottom and cautiously curled up her body.

She… was still afraid of thunder.

But things were different now. With Si Jing accompanying her, she wasn’t as scared as before.

Seeing that the Koi Fairy was impervious to fire and lightning, as if aided by a deity, everyone began to be eager to try.

Today, Verdant Peak was without wind or snow, and it should have been a wonderful spring day.

However, during the time of the Talisman Cultivation class, the air was filled with gloomy drafts, and the clouds were heavy and threatening.

If an outsider had seen it, they might have inwardly guessed that someone in this sect was undergoing a tribulation today, with dense lightning strikes that might have already reduced someone to a crisp.

Chu Zhao, however, passed today’s tribulation smoothly.

She served as the teaching tool for the Talisman Cultivation class, being tested with a circle of Lightning Descent Talismans by the disciples. Aside from a slight tingling sensation, she felt nothing else remarkable.

Is this the power a Great Demon in the Demon Core stage should possess?

While being held in the porcelain basin by Si Jing on the sword, flying back to the chamber, Chu Zhao leaped out of the water and looked at the beauty behind her with a scolding glance, “Fish Donkey Peak is nothing special! Are there any other talismans? Let Ah Chu see them!”

The woman’s lips were slightly pale. She looked at Chu Zhao silently, saying nothing more.

But when she sensed the cold air from the peak approaching, she raised her sleeve to slightly cover the mouth of the basin, “Don’t speak much, be careful not to catch a cold.”

Since she wasn’t afraid of thunder, she naturally wouldn’t catch a cold.

Chu Zhao was quite unconvinced. Her slick body was exceptionally agile. With a strong leap, she fell into Si Jing’s snow-white wide sleeve, “Great Demons don’t get sick!”

She had completely forgotten about being bitter from drinking medicine and stomping her feet the previous night.

In the misty clouds, she poked her head out from the woman’s sleeve, still wanting to argue, but then she saw something and her eyes widened.

Si Jing’s features were like carved jade and ice, yet at this moment, they seemed to be touched by the spring dust. A faint, almost imperceptible expression of a silent smile played at the corner of her lips.

Chu Zhao had never seen the other person look so moving. She felt a heat in her cheeks, dodged back into the sleeve and rubbed it, doubting that she had seen correctly.

But when she looked up again, the beauty had already returned to her placid expression.

Looking down at her, a fingertip lightly touched her crimson forehead.

“Noisy, be quiet.”

Chu Zhao only felt a coolness invade her heart, and the tingling on her scales gradually faded.

After being ‘fried’ by the disciples, she was actually a little tired. Unable to resist the drowsiness, she curled herself up and fell asleep soundly.

When she woke up, the sound of falling snow was rustling outside the window.

Everything was silent around her. It seemed she had returned to Si Jing’s chamber.

Chu Zhao turned over in the water basin, having recovered most of her energy. She jumped out, quietly transformed into her human form, and water droplets slid down her body.

The woman had removed her outer robe, wearing only an undefiled undershirt. Her dark hair was spread out, and she lay demurely on the simple couch.

Her eyebrows were peacefully closed, seemingly resting.

Chu Zhao, naked, walked forward, feeling no shyness. She stood by the other person’s side, tilting her head and scrutinizing her for a while.

She secretly climbed onto the couch and slipped under the beauty’s quilt.

Although her ‘wife’ had mercilessly ‘fried’ her again today, she… still hadn’t forgotten the melting-snow smile she had briefly revealed towards her.

Did Si Jing like her more today because she had obediently served as the teaching tool?

Chu Zhao hugged the other person’s waist, pressing her cheek against her neck and rubbing. Since her ‘wife’ was sound asleep, she naturally had to sleep with her.

After condensing her demon core, her senses were sharp. She could even perceive the cold spiritual energy fluctuations flowing through Si Jing’s body.

Only…?

She suddenly bit down on her lip.

Many chaotic and turbulent currents of lightning energy were surging inside the woman’s body, fighting against the peaceful, trickling spiritual energy.

Chu Zhao looked up again. Where was the beauty peacefully resting? Her brows were distinctly furrowed, and thin beads of sweat were visible on her snow-white forehead, looking utterly tormented.

“Wife!” she called out anxiously in a whisper, but Si Jing did not respond.

Chu Zhao was extremely distraught, her eyes red, and she was miserable and angry at her own sluggishness.

How could those dozens of Lightning Descent Talismans have landed on her without causing any pain, only a full-body tingling?

It was clearly Si Jing behind her who had somehow drawn all the lightning energy onto herself.

She pushed the woman again, but still received no response. Chu Zhao’s mind was a mess. Unconsciously, she twisted the sleeve of the woman’s undershirt.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.

She pressed down on Si Jing, cautiously leaned over, stared at the other’s pale lips for a while, closed her eyes, and pecked at them as if bracing for death.

Bad lightning, just wreak havoc on me, don’t torment my delicate and taciturn Wife!

Chu Zhao held her breath and forcefully sucked on the woman’s chilling lips. But for some reason, there was none of the tingling discomfort of drawing lightning; instead, her whole body felt hot.

The more she kissed, the more breathless she became.

She couldn’t believe it and worked even harder to pry open Si Jing’s teeth, thinking that even drawing away a single thread of lightning to make her Wife a little more comfortable would be worthwhile.

But as the kiss brought tears to her eyes, a hand suddenly lightly stroked the back of her head.

Chu Zhao dimly opened her eyes, meeting Si Jing’s tranquil, clear eyes.

The other’s eyes were devoid of emotion, but her palm gradually applied pressure, pressing Chu Zhao closer.

The kissing grew deeper and deeper. The originally cold lips, through constant friction and merging, gradually became soft and scorching.

Chu Zhao felt her cheeks flush, yet she couldn’t escape. She whimpered a few times, and her lips were enclosed by the woman again.

She braced her hands on the other’s body; the skin beneath her touch was delicate and soft like porcelain, yet the hand restraining her cheek was burning hot. Caught between the two, she was left panting continuously.

Si Jing raised a hand and wiped away the moisture from Chu Zhao’s eyelashes. A subtle fluctuation appeared in her expression, a trace of confusion.

“Why are you crying?”

The woman released her. Her cold, clear voice was slightly hoarse, yet still pleasant, like a stream hitting stones.

Chu Zhao’s face and ears were hot, and she couldn’t explain the reason at once.

She couldn’t possibly say it was because the kissing left her breathless.

She averted her gaze, her voice tinged with dampness, and subtly argued, “I… I was afraid Zhi Zhi would fall into a coma… and never open her eyes to look at me again.”

The excuse was true; she had genuinely been heartbroken just now, fearing her Wife would fall seriously ill due to the disruptive lightning energy within her.

Yet, she hadn’t expected that the beauty, despite being unwell, could still pin her down and kiss her breathless.

As she pondered, Chu Zhao felt a little shy.

She rested her head on Si Jing’s neck and asked quietly, “Why did you draw all that lightning away?”

Although she asked the question, she already knew the answer in her heart.

The beauty must have fallen in love, just like those ‘wives’ in her cave, and felt immense tenderness for her, unwilling to see her suffer any harm.

Si Jing lowered her long lashes and remained silent for a long moment.

Because of shared perception.

The pain inflicted on the little fish would be doubly manifested upon her, thus, she could not allow the other to suffer even a fraction of harm.

It was only this.

But she still did not understand why the little fish, completely naked, had climbed onto her while she was resting and regulating her breathing.

She was still the same panicked, helpless creature as when they first met, soft and moist lingering on her lips, urgently pecking a kiss.

Perhaps… it was some kind of custom among fish demons.

“I… I knew Zhi Zhi liked me,” the little fish said softly and shyly. Her crimson, jade-like eyes discreetly lingered on Si Jing’s face, then suddenly chuuu a soft peck on her cheek.

“Then let’s go to sleep now.”

Si Jing turned her head and glanced at the empty sword chest.

If she were to sleep with the little fish, that is where she should be.

Unfortunately, Chu Zhao was already clutching her lapel, burying her face into it, her breath soft and warm.

She seemed to have used up too much energy from the kissing just now. Tiredly, she closed her eyes, already drifting into a light sleep.

Si Jing moved slightly, only to be met with the other’s disgruntled, delicate mumbling.

She silently lowered her eyes.

She pulled the quilt up a little further, covering the girl’s exposed shoulders.

After extinguishing the candles in the room remotely, moonlight crept in.

Tonight was the fifteenth of the month, and the glow was clean and bright like water.

But in Si Jing’s eyes, it was merely a blurred halo adorning an empty mirror.

Her gaze fell on the table, where the ice bracelet condensed by her spiritual power lay forgotten.

It still hadn’t settled on the fish demon’s slender wrist as she had wished.

Yet, its owner was sound asleep in her arms at this moment.

Naked, like holding a handful of fresh snow that warms upon touch.

Si Jing closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Her chest was still empty, yet a tide seemed to be silently mending it, thread by thread, stirring faint ripples.

That was the little fish’s heart pressing close.

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