After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 33

Just as dawn was breaking, Chu Zhao suddenly woke up.

Perhaps she had slept too much; she rubbed her eyes and sat up, feeling weary.

Outside the window, the secluded scene of the forest and hidden spring remained. She was tightly bundled in soft bedding, and lying beside her, Si Jing looked quiet and beautiful, hugging her waist, deep in slumber.

The lightning energy in the woman’s meridians had dissipated. Her breathing was even, and her long lashes cast fine shadows on her cheek, her appearance pure and transcendent.

Chu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

She leaned in and quietly observed her for a long time.

She still couldn’t fathom what level of cultivation the beauty had reached.

Could it be that Zhi Zhi is even more formidable than me, a Core Formation level demon?

Chu Zhao felt a little disheartened.

If she were to return to the desolate mountain, not only would she be unable to protect her wife, but she’d probably have to surrender her position as the ruler of the big pond.

Staring at Si Jing for a while longer, Chu Zhao’s ears felt a little hot, and she secretly pecked the woman’s delicate nose.

But she… was willing.

What did it matter if she handed over the magnificent cave dwelling? After all, this incredibly beautiful woman was her wife!

The bedding shifted, and Chu Zhao quietly got out of bed.

With a beauty by her side, she was simply too well-rested and bored, so she wanted to find something new to do.

First, she swam happily for many laps in the water tank. Then, she transformed into her human form and, while soaking wet, put on her new dress.

The silk fabric was light and soft, with fine, close stitching, not to mention the exquisite embroidery of golden-thread mandarin ducks on the cuffs and hem, looking ready to take flight.

This was a gift given to her earlier by Lady Shan Hu, which she had always been reluctant to wear.

Chu Zhao twirled around in the quiet bedroom, her skirt fanning out in a beautiful arc, momentarily reflecting a shimmering light throughout the room.

She lifted a corner of the skirt, her apricot eyes sparkling, and secretly glanced again at the cold, quiet woman on the bed.

If I wore this on the day we got married back at the cave dwelling, would Zhi Zhi like it?

She also wanted to give Si Jing many, many beautiful treasures, just like Lady Shan Hu gave her gifts!

She would string pearls into hairpins, make bracelets from coral, and weave shells and gold threads onto a newly-woven wedding dress.

She would even go to the desolate mountain and intimidate those habitually lazy spider and silk-worm demons, forcing them to work tirelessly night and day to weave a wedding dress for her wife.

If they refuse, I’ll eat them!

And then… there would be the Bonding.

Chu Zhao lowered her head shyly, her mind wandering.

The Bonding?

Did I forget something?

After pondering for a while, her lashes fluttered, and she edged closer to the paper window.

It was very quiet outside, with only a full moon hanging high in the sky.

Lady Shan Hu had taught her that in the human world outside the desolate mountain, this celestial phenomenon appears when the moon is halfway through its cycle.

The fifteenth of the month, Shan Hu, the Bonding…

Chu Zhao suddenly bit her lip in annoyance.

She remembered meeting Lady Shan Hu a few days ago on the path of Fish Donkey Peak, along with an immortal cultivator named Xiao Wan.

She was supposed to ask that Xiao Wan how to perform the Bonding with the person she loves!

Her heart ablaze with urgency, Chu Zhao ignored everything else and hastily pushed the door open and left.

She remembered arranging to meet Xiao Wan at the sect’s mess hall. Although she didn’t know why the Bonding had to be discussed at a mess hall, she couldn’t break her promise.

The door creaked, lightly closing and sealing off the moonlit water-like light flowing into the bedroom.

The woman on the bed subtly curled her fingers.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes soundlessly.

She pushed herself up and slowly sat, her soft black hair spilling down, obscuring her clear yet melancholy gaze.

Her eyes fell on the spot where the little fish demon had left. In the deep darkness of the night, a vivid, deep-red color seemed to flicker, like an illusion.

But the girl came and went like the wind; one moment she was shyly staring at her, the next she could cast her aside.

The ice bracelet on the table remained unclaimed.

Even the gift she gave was met with superficial joy, but in reality, it was ignored.

Si Jing lowered her eyes, unconsciously tightening the bedding wrapped around her fingers, which still retained some residual warmth.

Or perhaps, the little fish demon has found a new object of affection?

She lightly raised her hand, and the outer robe suspended not far away fell into her grasp.

She draped it over her shoulders, stood up, and looked out the window.

Chu Zhao stepped through the snow and arrived near the Cloudwater Retreat’s mess hall.

The moonlight was hazy, and a string of deep and shallow footprints trailed behind her in the thin snow.

The blue jade stone slabs in front of the mess hall were covered in snow, making them much more slippery than usual.

Chu Zhao, who had lived in the relatively warm water pool of the desolate mountain since birth, had never seen such a novel sight.

She immediately forgot all about Shan Hu and Xiao Wan, widened her eyes, and walked back and forth on the jade stone, happily playing with her red shoes stained with snow.

A clear wind whistled past her ears. From the corner of her eye, she noticed a dusty plaque hanging above the dilapidated hall in front of her.

“Mess Hall.”

The mess hall was just called the Mess Hall, with no other special name.

According to a disciple who had previously fed her, the food inside the mess hall was atrocious, suspected to be the result of a powerful cultivator who failed their ascension channeling their grief into appetite, summoning rolling heavenly thunder to punish the ingredients.

It seemed to be intended to encourage the sect members to quickly achieve Core Formation and subsist on bigu (abstaining from grain). In short, the reviews were poor.

In contrast, the Questioning Love Palace on the neighboring peak—a place filled with attractive women, which was supposedly a branch of the Joyous Union Sect—had surprisingly amazing cooks.

However, sometimes, there were reports of missing cooks from the Questioning Love Palace.

No reason was given other than that they had been secretly tied up by Su Xue again to cook for the Cloudwater Retreat.

Chu Zhao didn’t care about any of that.

She was a fish demon and didn’t eat human food, so what did it matter to her?

But while listening to the stories, she felt a strong longing for that Questioning Love Palace.

If she later managed to escape the boring Fish Donkey Peak with Zhi Zhi, she definitely had to go to that sect and explore, to learn some exquisite dual cultivation techniques!

That way, she could completely secure the beauty’s heart.

In the Mess Hall

Having grown tired of playing on the bluestone slabs, Chu Zhao hummed a tune and walked into the old, dilapidated hall.

Curiously, she looked around. The interior was surprisingly spacious and tidy, with dozens of wooden tables neatly arranged, polished to reflect the moonlight.

The Cloudwater Retreat was currently in decline, and at a glance, the number of tables exceeded the number of disciples in the sect.

A shadow was curled up under one of the tables.

It was a disciple in a light blue Daoist robe, sleeping soundly, clutching a pathetic rag in her hand, having apparently fallen asleep while wiping the floor.

Chu Zhao initially thought it was Xiao Wan, so she walked over, squatted down, and poked her. “Wake up, Lord Ah Chu has arrived!”

The girl trembled and woke up suddenly.

It turned out to be Nie Qian.

“Fairy Koi…?” Her voice was still thick with sleepiness. Seeing Chu Zhao’s delicate appearance, her face immediately fell, and she incoherently repented.

“Wuwu, please let me go, I will never cheat in the sword trial again.”

Not only was she at the bottom of the rankings and punished to clean the mess hall for a month, but because she had attacked the Senior Disciple Sister during the assessment, rumors of her being possessed had circulated among her peers for a long time.

Chu Zhao felt a bit guilty that she hadn’t granted Nie Qian’s wish. She rubbed the girl’s face, feeling lost.

Curiosity quickly overcame her sympathy, and she asked softly, “Why are you sleeping in the mess hall? I’m looking for Xiao Wan, and Lady Shan Hu. Have you seen them?”

At the mention of this, Nie Qian was no longer sleepy.

She touched her robe, which was bulging with spiritual stones, and smiled contentedly. “A Wan asked me to guard this place to prevent anyone from breaking in.”

But the person in front of me is Fairy Koi, so she’s naturally not an ordinary person. Let her pass, let her pass.

“A Wan is drawing a formation inside, I don’t know what she’s doing. As for… Lady Shan Hu?” Nie Qian thought for a moment.

“Is it that thin piece of coral on the kitchen chopping board? I assume the mess hall will serve it up tomorrow.”

She finished speaking and nodded convincedly.

If it’s the Cloudwater Retreat’s mess hall, a menu like that makes perfect sense.

Chu Zhao tightly clenched her fists, consumed by anger.

She absolutely could not allow her wife in the cave dwelling to suffer such humiliation!

Nie Qian only felt a furious crimson sleeve flapping near her, and her cheeks were pinched repeatedly. She cried out in pain, then suddenly felt a chill all over.

A trace of demonic energy seemed to invade her.

She lowered her head and saw that her delicate, tender hands had turned into two crab claws, clutching the rag and trembling slightly.

“Hmph, for insulting my wife, I’ll punish you to mop the floor with crab claws,” Chu Zhao put her hands on her hips and looked down at Nie Qian.

Not transforming the other party into a shrimp head was already her final act of mercy!

Finally having vented some anger, she hurriedly swept past the girl, ignoring her look of despair, and went off to find Lady Shan Hu and Xiao Wan.

She failed to notice that, at this moment, someone had paused outside the hall.

The woman was cloaked in a snow-white outer robe, untainted by dust, blending into the quiet scenery of the peak. Her long lashes were lowered.

She took in every indistinct word.

The moonlight poured down. Her clothes billowed as her silent footsteps crossed the bluestone slabs, which were covered in her own messy footprints, and she entered the hall.

Nie Qian was in a state of alarm. Seeing the newcomer, she seemed to see a ray of hope. “Senior Sister, wuwu… Senior Sister, my hands…”

Si Jing slightly pursed her lips, glancing at the menacing, deep-orange crab claws.

With a slight wave of her hand, the illusion covering the girl instantly dissipated.

Nie Qian was overjoyed and tearful, and she tried to ask again, “Senior Sister, why did you come… Mmm.”

Si Jing’s gaze lowered slightly, and she placed a finger on her lips, motioning for her to be silent.

She didn’t say anything more. Her slender, graceful figure swiftly moved, walking deeper into the hall.

Nie Qian dared not advise against it.

Senior Sister’s ethereal beauty and demeanor mean she’s also no ordinary person… Let her pass, let her pass.

An Unexpected Bonding

The mess hall was large and empty.

Chu Zhao searched for a long time, finally pulling open a light blue curtain to see the figures of Shan Hu and Xiao Wan.

She had arrived a bit late. The formation had already been drawn with cinnabar, complex and obscure, with the momentum of its intertwined lines already rising.

Shan Hu was delighted to see her. She cried out softly and hurriedly climbed onto the girl’s lowered palm.

“Wife!” Chu Zhao smiled warmly, picking her up and affectionately rubbing her against her cheek.

The coral had already grown to half the size of a palm, looking very well-cared for.

“Senior, you’ve arrived.” Not far away, Xiao Wan looked at Chu Zhao, her voice soft. “I knew you wouldn’t break your promise.”

“That’s natural.” Chu Zhao twirled her crimson skirt, feeling a little guilty.

She had nearly overslept.

She glanced at the gentle, graceful immortal cultivator and said in a low voice, “After I’ve helped you, you must teach me.”

Teach her… how to perform the Bonding with Zhi Zhi.

“Naturally.” Xiao Wan smiled faintly at her.

“Let’s begin now.”

Choosing the mess hall on the peak was because it was quiet and sparsely populated, had ample space, and was surrounded by abundant Five Elements spiritual energy.

“The formation has been drawn. Senior, you only need to stand here, activate a trace of your demonic power, and inject it into the formation.” She guided Chu Zhao to the center of the formation.

Chu Zhao stood still and gave a light huff. “Watch closely. With my demonic power, this mess hall might be completely leveled!”

Shan Hu let out a muffled sound, peering out from Xiao Wan’s palm, half understanding.

Xiao Wan looked at Chu Zhao gently.

She actually nodded. “That would be for the best, Senior.”

Chu Zhao was soothed by the immortal girl’s coaxing tone.

With no further doubts, she closed her eyes. Her cultivation flowed from her sea of consciousness to her fingertips, injecting demonic power into the formation.

Xiao Wan held Shan Hu, watching from a few steps away.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in shock, reflecting the swirling golden light that filled the entire room.

The crimson-skirted girl’s clothes fluttered. Her eyes were closed, and crimson light streamed from her fingertips, merging into the obscure markings at her feet.

The painstakingly drawn cinnabar markings slowly evaporated, seemingly serving only as the most insignificant fuel for the array.

And the trace of demonic power injected into the formation, like a secret fire-starter, instantly flowed to every part of the array.

A blinding, almost daylight-bright golden light flared up.

Chu Zhao’s garments flew in all directions. Under the glow of the formation, pale gold scales appeared on her neck, and soft silk fins sprouted from the butterfly bones on her back.

Xiao Wan stared intently, catching a glimpse of a slender dragon horn faintly appearing beside the girl’s smooth forehead.

Like carved pink jade, it shimmered indistinctly.

She suddenly felt a heaviness in her chest, sensing a pressure that invaded her very soul.

As a human, she could barely restrain herself, but looking down, Shan Hu in her palm had hidden in the gaps between her fingers, trembling with fear.

Chu Zhao opened her eyes.

She felt an itching sensation on the top of her head. When she reached up to touch it, she felt something warm and delicate, like jade.

Seeing the golden light surrounding her, she panicked, not knowing what was happening.

Afraid of being discovered, she squatted down, frantically covering the golden patterns with her sleeves.

Was it going to flood again?

“I, I don’t want to level the mess hall,” she anxiously whispered. “Go out, go out, hurry and dim down!”

In her fluster, outside the curtain, light footsteps had paused a few steps away from the area.

Si Jing’s features were serene, and she pursed her lips.

Formation, Bonding… leaving her in the middle of the night to come here alone. The little fish really has found someone else.

She swept the curtain aside and entered.

The formation was too vast and complex, spreading out very far, and the woman happened to stop within the formation.

The golden patterns suddenly blazed, illuminating the surroundings like perpetual daylight.

The dragon horn on Chu Zhao’s forehead gradually receded as her demonic power dissipated. She looked up in a daze, her pink-jade eyes reflecting an unusual pale golden stream of light.

She felt a strange sensation, as if her body were bound by heavy threads, tied together with another ice-cold, frost-like divine sense.

Their heart-meridians were connected, making it impossible to break free.

Si Jing’s appearance was pure and transcendent. She was partially shrouded in her Daoist robe, standing on the opposite side of the formation.

She now held her hand over her chest, her snow-white sleeves moving without wind. She looked down at Chu Zhao, the expression in her eyes inscrutable.

With both of them entering the formation, the contract was automatically formed.

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