After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 34

The golden light slowly faded.

Chu Zhao knelt on the ground, feeling a burning sensation in her chest and an extremely uncomfortable feeling of restraint.

But upon seeing the exquisitely beautiful woman before her, she instantly threw everything else to the back of her mind, shyly blinking her eyes.

She wanted to open her mouth and call out “Zhizhi,” but as her pink lips parted, she uncontrollably uttered: “… Wife (Niangzi).”

Having said that, she widened her eyes, utterly bewildered by what had just happened.

Si Jing’s knuckles curled and then relaxed; a hairline crack appeared on her usually emotionless face.

She lowered her gaze and saw a faint golden thread emerging from the chest of the charming girl before her, extending to her own chest.

She realized that her meridians were now firmly bound to another rapidly beating heart-sound, and she could vaguely sense the little red fish’s current timid unease.

“Wife, you…” Her voice was cold and clear, yet it suddenly stopped the moment she began to speak.

Chu Zhao’s eyes widened, thinking she had misheard.

It wasn’t until she glimpsed a trace of unnatural crimson on the back of Si Jing’s snow-white ear that her heart sweetened. She hastily plunged into the other’s arms, her crimson skirt fluttering as she spoke in a sweet, pampered voice:

“Wife, Wife, you finally like A-Chu!”

Si Jing tightly pursed her lips.

She distinctly intended to call her “demoness.”

… How could this be?

Xiao Wan quietly retreated, hiding the coral in her palm within her sleeve.

She had never anticipated such an event. Moreover, the sect strictly prohibited disciples from raising spirit beasts. The senior-most disciple had always been steady and orderly, never showing favoritism, and she would surely be punished.

Just as she was about to lift the curtain and escape, she bumped into a figure secretly peeking behind her.

Nie Qian let out an “ouch,” rubbed her forehead, and exchanged glances with her. “A-Wan?”

She looked a bit lost but was also immensely curious, cautiously craning her neck to look.

She then caught sight of Si Jing not far away.

The woman was slightly turned sideways, and a particularly striking crimson color was initially visible in her embrace.

In another fleeting moment, all that remained in her palm was a slippery little fish, shaped like a fish jade talisman.

Si Jing keenly heard the sound behind her, turned around, and her gaze turned slightly cold.

Frightened, Nie Qian immediately covered her mouth, stifling a vow. “M-mm… Senior Sister, I didn’t see anything! I absolutely won’t tell anyone about you raising a spirit beast in the peak!”

Although that was the Koi Immortal she worshipped, how dare she try to steal her away from the Senior-most disciple.

“It’s not…” Si Jing began softly.

After a long pause, she lowered her eyes. “Forget it. Dawn is approaching, you two must leave quickly.”

Nie Qian let out a sigh of relief.

Senior Sister had been cold as ice just now, shedding her usual gentle demeanor from class, with a hint of killing intent in her eyes. She had thought she was about to be silenced.

Chu Zhao, muffled in the wide sleeve, vaguely heard the hurried footsteps of the two immortal cultivator girls leaving and loudly protested, “A-Chu is not a spirit beast!”

The folds of the snow-white sleeve were smoothed out, allowing her to breathe fresh air, and she also heard the woman reply:

“You are not.”

She slowly clawed at the clean fabric, cautiously poking her head out to meet the beauty’s gaze.

Si Jing’s robe was loose, her dark hair was draped like soft satin over her shoulders, slightly disheveled because it wasn’t pinned, yet it did not conceal her gorgeous and refined appearance.

The surroundings were dim and dilapidated, but simply by fluttering her long lashes, the woman herself seemed to glow.

Chu Zhao’s cheeks flushed, but she heard the other person open her lips again to ask her:

“Now, can you tell me the reason for sneaking out late at night to set up this sinister formation?”

Si Jing could perceive the malevolence within the formation. This formation was unlike any ordinary Xuanmen (mystical sect) array; instead, it aligned with the demon’s nature for a mutual destruction.

If the person entering the formation resisted, they would either have their flesh and blood shredded or their meridians severely damaged.

But when she saw Chu Zhao, defenseless and looking up at her within the golden light, she abandoned the idea of forcefully breaking the formation.

The little fish was only in the Demon Core stage and might not withstand the consequences of the formation being destroyed.

The little red fish hiding in the sleeve seemed unwilling to respond directly, covering its round eyes with the sleeve, its voice whimpering and increasingly softer.

Finally, it seemed to give up, saying, “A-Chu didn’t want to form a Bond with anyone! I was just—just asked by your stupid junior sister to raze the canteen tonight!”

Form a Bond, Junior Sister.

Si Jing’s brows were cold and her expression displeased, but she did not ask further.

She simply captured the slippery little fish through the sleeve and asked softly: “Why raze the canteen?”

“Do you find the food I place on your table every day unappetizing? But those things did not come from here.”

Although she could not taste the food, she knew the canteen was not popular within the sect.

This was because one day, when she passed by unintentionally, she saw her Master sneaking out the back door, her blue robe stained burnt brown, her face worn out, sighing.

“Two more children threw up. Is what I make really that bad?” Su Xue muttered softly.

Seeming to feel it harmed her authority, she looked left and right, afraid of being discovered.

She hastily left on her sword, the direction of her sword light pointing exactly to the nearby Wenqing Palace on the neighboring peak.

Si Jing silently departed.

She recalled the bowl of fish soup from when she first entered Yunshuijian, which remained indelible in her memory.

Chu Zhao wriggled back and forth in her palm, her scales rubbing against the fabric, making a rustling sound. “Does razing the canteen need a specific time? A-Chu can do whatever she wants!”

But after saying that, she seemed to recall something, her moist little mouth pouted, she vigorously wagged her tail and hid back into the depths of the snow-white sleeve.

She felt a little wronged. Tonight was clearly a good day to form a Bond with Zhizhi, yet she hadn’t received a blessing, and the location was even the gloomy canteen of the Yulü Peak.

It was completely different from the imagined scene of high-hanging red candles and a grand celebration.

She had clearly wanted to see Si Jing in wedding attire.

The woman’s skin was whiter than snow, her appearance was refined, and dressed in an auspicious red wedding dress embroidered with mandarin ducks, she would surely be incredibly beautiful.

While she was lost in thought, Si Jing had already stepped out of the hall, taking her away from the canteen.

Despite the wide sleeve covering her, the cold mountain wind still made Chu Zhao shiver. She hugged her fish tail and curled up into a ball.

The woman stepped onto the clear, thin snow, and the crunching sound in her ear was subtle and continuous.

“… I don’t know what to call you from now on,” her voice was very light, like the morning dew on a branch just before dawn.

“Do you have any ideas?”

Wouldn’t calling her “Wife” be just fine, like her?

Chu Zhao tilted her head in confusion. After thinking for a moment, she excitedly wagged her tail.

It must be that the beauty was shy and reserved, unwilling to be as direct as she was.

“Then… then just call me Zhaozhao.” After speaking, Chu Zhao felt a little shy. This was her nickname; few people had called her that since her birth.

She had to choose a name that no one else had used so that others would know that Zhizhi was her most cherished Wife.

“Zhaozhao.” Si Jing’s voice was like striking jade, but without any discernible emotion.

She nodded. “Alright.”

Zhaozhao (shining) like the morning sun, Jiaojiao (bright) like the moon at dawn.

The sky gradually brightened.

Si Jing stopped.

Looking up, the glow of the sunset was obscured by the clouds. She only managed to catch sight of a moon about to sink into the shadow of the peaks.

The little fish in the sleeve was obedient for a while, then became restless again, poking its head out of the sleeve.

Just at that moment, the morning sun rose, and the end of the azure sky was tinged with crimson.

Her scales shimmered, reflecting the light, her round eyes glistened, but her voice was sweetly excited, “Wow, it’s dawn!”

Chu Zhao had rarely seen such a sight. The light of the dawn was glorious, as if it were a fairyland, and she couldn’t help but be mesmerized. “So beautiful.”

She quietly looked up, wanting to catch a glimpse of what the beauty looked like at this moment.

She saw Si Jing holding her steadily in her palm, not looking at the dawn at all, but only focusing on her.

Her eyes were placid, yet they were also tinged with the sparkling light that shone around Chu Zhao.

“Wife… you have to watch the sunrise with me from now on, too.” Chu Zhao was a little embarrassed by the stare, and she held onto the woman’s sleeve, giving it a little tug.

It didn’t matter if it wasn’t the sunrise.

The day and night cycles on the desolate mountain were not regular throughout the four seasons, and she had always admired the grandeur of both sunrise and moonrise. But now, with beautiful scenery before her, she felt it was merely ordinary.

All that mattered was having Zhizhi by her side.

The woman did not respond, her gaze lingered on the fish for a moment, then lightly moved away.

She gathered Chu Zhao into her palm and spoke clearly, with a hint less coldness, “It’s time to return to your abode.”

Chu Zhao was a little disappointed and pretended to be angry with a soft hmpf.

Yet, she felt even more hopeful.

Although Zhizhi avoided answering, she hadn’t refused, which meant she had agreed!

Thinking about when she could rescue the beauty from Yulü Peak and bring her back to her cave-dwelling to spoil her, her mind fluttered with excitement.

Feeling awkward, she defenselessly flipped over, exposing her milky-white belly, and was quickly wrapped up by the woman and hidden within her sleeve.

The constant, faint crunching sound of snow underfoot continued in her ears, varying in depth. Si Jing had left in a hurry and hadn’t used her sword, so she was simply walking back through the snow with Chu Zhao.

Exhausted after a sleepless night, Chu Zhao felt drowsy and soon fell into a deep sleep.

There was no longer any movement within the sleeve.

Si Jing walked, her sleeve carefully draped. As she tightened her collar, her fingertip subconsciously paused on her chest.

Since the binding formation took effect, she had been able to feel the little fish’s emotional fluctuations more acutely.

Sometimes it felt like stones falling from a cliff, piling up in her chest, making her breath catch; at other times, it was ecstatic joy, bright and fervent. It went up and down, making it hard to discern what exactly the fish was thinking.

And she didn’t know when this feeling, and her recent memories, would be unknowingly wiped clean again.

It was like walking alone in a blizzard; when she became lost and looked back, her footprints were already erased.

She truly did want a heart no different from an ordinary person’s.

But she also knew that when the moon is full, it begins to wane, and when the water is full, it overflows.

Si Jing lowered her gaze.

The small fish demon slept soundly in her sleeve, a palpable weight settling, as if to confirm that everything that happened tonight was real.

A rare, hidden wish arose.

If that formation truly was effective…

She at least did not want to forget the two characters: “Zhaozhao.”

The following days were bland as water.

Chu Zhao had initially thought that after the Bond was formed, Si Jing would speak to her in soft, gentle tones, call her “Wife” every day, and be willing to return to the cave-dwelling with her.

But every time she begged, the answer was the other party’s cold, “I have important matters to attend to; I cannot leave the sect.”

Were the “important matters” just the boring repetition of the same tasks every day?

Chu Zhao once snuck out, hid in the bushes, and spied on the “important matters” Si Jing spoke of.

It was either guiding the sect disciples in sword practice or sitting in meditation in a place with abundant spiritual energy, adjusting her breath for the entire day.

She was utterly exasperated. She quietly transformed back into her fish form, flicking her dorsal fin, and swam back and forth in front of the beauty who had her eyes closed.

She knew her scales and tail were beautiful; the other “Wives” in her cave-dwelling had also told her it was a very effective Honey Trap.

But it was completely useless.

Si Jing never acknowledged her.

Only once, when Chu Zhao flicked her tail and splashed water onto the woman’s Daoist robe, was she suddenly and bewilderingly grabbed by the tail and lifted into a cool, clear embrace.

Si Jing’s long lashes cast a shallow shadow; she didn’t open her eyes, but spiritual energy flowed from her fingertips, binding the fish with threads of ice silk.

She whispered, “Settle your mind and spirit; remain empty and still.”

The ice silk was not bound tightly. Chu Zhao wriggled around between the woman’s knuckles, feeling a little frustrated, “A-Chu doesn’t understand.”

“This is a breathing technique—it is for calming the mind, settling the spirit, and absorbing spiritual energy for cultivation.” Cool softness brushed against the sword calluses on her palm, and Si Jing lightly curled her fingers.

“But we can clearly Dual Cultivate, can’t we?” The little red fish’s soft mouth opened and closed, asking innocently, “Why go through the hard work of solitary cultivation?”

A sudden burst of mist arose in her arms. When Si Jing opened her eyes again, the girl’s eyes were a deep pink, her slender, snow-lotus-like arms were wrapped around her neck, and a jade-ice bracelet adorned her delicate wrist.

Her legs were not yet fully transformed; the tip of her wet, crimson fish tail was upturned, burrowing into Si Jing’s loosely hanging robe.

The pale silk threads woven from spiritual energy were loose, yet still wrapped around Chu Zhao, leaving shallow red marks on her skin where they bound her.

Chu Zhao paid them no mind. She lifted the hand of Si Jing’s that wore the ice ring, and her moist, soft lips pressed upon it, urgently pecking it.

The clear halo did not make her appear lucid; her almond-shaped eyes became even more enchantingly seductive.

She looked up, gazing at the silently opened eyes of the beauty, and pressed both hands against the other’s soft chest, whispering, “I heard it.”

“The ice bracelet said that Zhizhi also wants to kiss me.”

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