After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 39.1

Chu Zhao thought she’d misheard. Her gill covers twitched as she rubbed against the woman’s chest, not understanding what was happening.

But then she heard Nie Qian cry out in surprise, giggling incessantly.

“Thank you, Senior Sister!”

She knew believing in the Koi Immortal Lady would bring good fortune!

Chu Zhao wagged her tail with satisfaction, her apricot eyes wet with a glimmer of pride.

Just as she was about to sneak out to show the Immortal Cultivator children herself, she was again blocked by a delicate palm.

Annoyed, she opened her soft, wet mouth and gave a peck.

Si Jing remained silent, the tickle causing her finger bones to curl up.

“S-Senior Sister…” Yuan Ling in the front row asked with concern, “Are you unwell, is your heart feeling uncomfortable?”

“I’m fine,” Si Jing replied.

A ripple of motion passed over her chest. If she lifted the fabric a bit, she could see the little fish’s innocent, round eyes.

She quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to linger. Finally, she selected a few people and hurriedly announced the end of the daily lesson.

As she left, she could still hear soft whispers behind her: “Why did Senior Sister’s chest look all lumpy? Am I having another mushroom-induced hallucination?”

“What is a mushroom?” Chu Zhao popped her head out from Si Jing’s chest with curiosity and asked.

Si Jing had never eaten one.

After a guess, she said softly: “…It should be a kind of spiritual herb.”

Chu Zhao didn’t remain puzzled for long.

A few days later, on the journey from Yulu Peak to Beizhou, she soon tasted the long-anticipated roasted mushroom skewers.

Yunshui had selected three people for the Nine Provinces Sword Trial: besides Nie Qian, there were Xiao Wan and Shen Susu.

During a rest stop, Nie Qian bought some snacks from the market. While Si Jing was away, she shared them with Xiao Wan and Shen Susu with a great sense of stealth.

With every skewer she ate, she didn’t forget to secretly pluck off a bit and toss it into the small fish tank she held in her arms.

To enter the Kunlun Void, one needed a feather token as proof. Senior Sister had gone to make inquiries and entrusted the small fish tank containing the Koi Immortal Lady to them.

When she spoke, her expression was extremely unnatural, only saying it was a little red fish whose spiritual intelligence had yet to awaken.

Nie Qian didn’t believe her at all. Leaving aside her previous encounter with the Koi Immortal Lady and the incident during the Talisman Arts class, she had personally witnessed Senior Sister’s bonding ceremony that night.

Holding the roasted mushroom skewer, she leaned back in the inn where they were staying and asked the two opposite her, “Do you believe her?”

Xiao Wan’s eyes were gentle. She slowly tore off a piece of her food and threw it to the soft little demon hidden in her arms.

She looked at Nie Qian and smiled without speaking.

Shen Susu ate without any grace, enjoying a large amount of food. She met the gaze of the delicate little fish in the tank. “Of course I don’t believe her.”

Chu Zhao opened her mouth wide, swallowing the scattered mushroom crumbs. She then spoke in a sweet voice, “A’Chu doesn’t believe her either!”

Shen Susu stared at the little red fish for a long time. She heard it puff out a string of bubbles and call her “Stupid Susu.”

Only then did her hand tremble, and the sword at her waist almost fell to the floor.

No wonder she dreamed of the maiden in the crimson skirt that night. The little red fish in the tank really was the arrogant demon cultivator from Yingchuan City who practiced the Harmonious Cultivation Dao!

No wonder the little fish remained completely unharmed after being boiled in a tank and roasted by a lightning strike.

“When will Senior Sister be back?” Xiao Wan glanced over Nie Qian’s shoulder at the people at the neighboring table.

“We might be in a bit of trouble now.”

The neighboring table was filled with giggling, chattering women. They wore brightly colored silk robes, their eyes seductive. They had already noticed the group and were now covering their mouths and whispering.

Nie Qian turned to look and immediately turned pale. “H-How is it people from Wenqing Palace on the neighboring peak?”

The leader of the neighboring table, Bo Kunyao, had her hair in a low bun, her phoenix eyes were full of spring-like charm, and her gestures were seductive and captivating. She shielded her mouth with a silk fan, glanced at the little red fish in the tank that looked like a gem, and understood.

Just a few days ago, she had briefly glimpsed this little fish demon in a jade slip message with Si Jing.

It was indeed delicate and cute, but she wondered how exquisite its human form was, to have successfully seduced that moonlight-clear and cold person.

Shen Susu, seeing the scantily-clad and very familiar disciples of Wenqing Palace at the neighboring table, immediately lowered her head.

But that didn’t stop a few of them from crowding over. A sweet, perfumed scent wafted toward her as they lifted her chin.

Their words were utterly suggestive, “Fellow Daoist Susu, have you practiced the storybook we entrusted to you with your A’Ling recently?”

Nie Qian was utterly shocked, and the roasted mushroom skewer in her hand fell onto the table.

Xiao Wan chuckled, raising her sleeve to cover her ear, indicating she hadn’t heard.

Shen Susu slammed her head onto the table in despair, her ear tips bright red, and various emotions flashed in her fox-like eyes.

Bo Kunyao, always one for a good show, giggled a few steps away, showing no intention of stopping them.

Nie Qian was dizzy from the sweet scent. As a body cultivator, she feared being tempted by people from the Harmonious Cultivation Sect, and she couldn’t bear to see Shen Susu embarrassed.

She grabbed Shen Susu and squeezed her way out from among the beautiful women. “Sisters, farewell!”

Only Xiao Wan remained.

She hugged the fish tank with the little red fish tightly and looked up at Bo Kunyao, speaking softly, “It’s a shame Senior Sister isn’t here right now, so she can’t reminisce with Senior.”

She smiled without being arrogant or humble. “I wonder if Senior can wash away the shame of the past at this year’s Sword Trial?”

The past.

The past when she, already at the Golden Core Transformation stage, was defeated by Si Jing in three moves.

Bo Kunyao sized up Xiao Wan. She wasn’t annoyed at having a sore spot touched; instead, her smile became bolder. “Just wait.”

“Just wait!” The little fish in the porcelain tank bumped against the wall, its eyes wide, crisply mimicking the beautiful woman’s words.

Too many beautiful women had gathered around. Chu Zhao was momentarily dazzled, secretly planning which ones to bring into her cave dwelling.

Then she saw Bo Kunyao approach, looking at her without concealment, a look of deep interest crossing her eyes. “What a beautiful little fish.”

The little fish stared blankly at her, swimming a circle in the tank to show off, and shyly called out, “Beauty!”

Bo Kunyao smiled pityingly, extending a finger painted with nail polish, seemingly wanting to touch its head.

Suddenly, a streak of cold, deep-blue spiritual power flashed past.

Bo Kunyao was jolted, staggering back half a step. Her face was slightly angry as she looked towards the newcomer.

“…Si Yingzhi.” Her expression was displeased.

Si Jing’s fingers tightened inside her sleeve. Her expression was aloof. She stood not far away, her Daoist robe like snow, her pure demeanor exquisite.

She only gave Bo Kunyao a brief glance, her gaze then moving to the small porcelain tank protected in Xiao Wan’s arms.

The little fish inside was stimulated by the cold air and curled its fins. It was oblivious to what had happened and didn’t notice Si Jing’s arrival.

It still stuck its head out, pleading sweetly, “Beauty! Beauty, touch me!”

Xiao Wan looked at Si Jing’s current expression, then at Chu Zhao, and gently uttered, “Senior, please be quiet for now.”

Si Jing lowered her eyes.

“Upstairs,” she said, then turned and left.

Chu Zhao had eaten too much, and the swaying of the tank made her feel very uncomfortable.

Carried up to a private room upstairs, as the water in the tank calmed a bit, she eagerly transformed into her human form.

She was soaking wet and dripping. Chu Zhao swung her legs as she hopped down from the table.

Only then did she belatedly realize that Nie Qian and Shen Susu were long gone, and Xiao Wan, who had brought her up, had also left at some point.

The door closed, leaving only one slender, tall figure, untainted by the world – Si Jing.

“Zhi Zhi!” Chu Zhao’s eyes lit up. She hugged Si Jing from behind and whispered, “Zhi Zhi, I miss you so much.”

…Though, she missed being admired more by those beautiful women just now.

The ice bracelet on her wrist shimmered with a faint glow.

Si Jing pursed her lips and did not reply.

She lowered her head, slowly peeling away the hands wrapped around her waist, turned around, and sat down at a corner of the Eight Immortals table in the room.

She didn’t look at Chu Zhao, only picked up the jade porcelain teapot on the table and silently poured tea into a cup.

Although it was early spring and they had left the bitter cold Yulu Peak, the air was full of spring vitality. But having just climbed out of the fish tank, Chu Zhao still felt chills.

The beauty didn’t rush to take out clothes from her storage bag to wrap her in, as she usually did, fearing she’d catch a cold. Instead, she ignored her.

Chu Zhao felt inexplicably wronged.

She put on her treasured beautiful crimson skirt herself, haphazardly slipped on her shoes, and stumbled over. The fish jade pendant at her waist jingled softly. “Zhi Zhi, hug.”

Since she didn’t get the affection of the beautiful women earlier, receiving closeness from her beautiful wife was also good.

Si Jing paused, her slender fingers tightening around the teacup.

The wet, soft body rushed towards her. She turned sideways, silently avoiding it. “…”

She maintained the posture of pouring tea, but her peripheral vision caught Chu Zhao’s hands behind her back accumulating a surge of demonic power.

The girl lowered her head, then quietly raised it. The corners of her eyes were already red, stained with unnatural tears.

“We are already bound by a contract, you can’t ignore your demon!” She threw herself onto the Eight Immortals table, sulking and showing affection.

A hint of solitude flashed in Si Jing’s eyes.

The teapot in her hand gently tapped the porcelain cup, making a crisp sound.

Since they were already bound, why did she seek out others?

She was about to speak, but because their heart were connected, she quickly sensed all of Chu Zhao’s emotions: a sense of grievance, confusion, and misunderstanding.

And a very slight bit of guilt.

Suppressing the turbulence in her eyes, Si Jing continued to remain unmoved.

But the girl wiped her eyes and cleverly slid under her arm.

She wrapped her arms around Si Jing’s neck, her entire body sinking into her embrace. She opened her pink jade eyes, her eyelashes brushing against Si Jing’s nose.

Suddenly, she propped herself up and pecked her on the cheek.

Si Jing instantly turned her head away.

Her grip loosened, and the cup fell back onto the table.

Chu Zhao carefully pried the teacup from the woman’s palm, tilted it twice—no tea.

She grabbed the teapot and shook it—it was also empty.

“What were you pouring just now?” she asked, confused. “There’s nothing in here!”

She had thought this teapot had some profound mystery, making Zhi Zhi unwilling to look at her and only pour tea endlessly.

As soon as her voice faded, the snow-white figure pressed towards her.

Her lips suddenly softened, and the rest of her words were sealed in her mouth by Si Jing.

The teacup in Chu Zhao’s hand dropped to the floor with a clang.

She thought she saw a flush of pink on the back of the woman’s ear, but in her daze, it seemed like a mere illusion.

She braced herself against Si Jing’s shoulder, her lips wet. She no longer had the heart to think about the teapot and said happily, “Zhi Zhi finally kissed me!”

As expected, there was no beauty she couldn’t coax.

Si Jing silently moved back a little, her robes slightly wrinkled from the girl’s kneading.

Her features were exquisite and refined, but the moisture in her eyes made her look like a rippling moon reflected in a mirror, exceptionally captivating.

She spoke softly, “Do you still want to be touched now?”

Chu Zhao was a bit puzzled.

She couldn’t understand what her wife was saying.

Just as she was about to ask, she felt a lightness around her body. Si Jing wrapped an arm around her waist and lightly set her on the Eight Immortals table in front of them.

“Do you want others to touch you,” the beauty’s voice was clear and cold. She lowered her eyes, one hand still resting on Chu Zhao’s waist, and suddenly gently stroked.

“…Or do you want me?”

Through the thin fabric, Chu Zhao’s ivory-white scales—which she had forgotten to hide after transforming into human form—were rubbed by the pads of Si Jing’s fingers. The trembling sensation almost reached her tail tip.

Her waist instantly softened. She bit her lip, unable to speak, only letting out a trembling whimper.

Wasn’t it still daytime right now?

Her body quietly shifted backward, but her cheek was cupped by a cold, delicate hand, making her look again into the exceptionally beautiful, slightly frosty peach blossom eyes before her.

Chu Zhao had nowhere to retreat.

The outer skirt of her already disheveled crimson dress was suddenly lifted by a fingertip covered with a thin callus.

She pressed down on Si Jing’s hand, resisting, “A’Chu doesn’t want to be touched anymore…”

She planned to sneak out of the inn tonight while her wife was asleep and go wander around this northern state she had never been to. She didn’t want to be so tired she couldn’t keep her eyes open, not even able to get out of bed.

Her thoughts were entirely transmitted through the ice bracelet. Si Jing was pushed away. She lightly pinched her fingers, lowered her eyes, and said nothing, then silently withdrew her hand.

She turned to the side and dropped a quiet sentence, “That Bo Kunyao is not a good person.”

She and Bo Kunyao were only acquaintances. The other practiced the Harmonious Cultivation Dao—she was lustful but heartless. She appeared seductive, but was cold-blooded at her core. Any immortal cultivator who fell to her would either die or be crippled.

Chu Zhao keenly noticed a trace of blush still lingering on the back of the beauty’s ear.

She leaned in a little, her eyelashes lightly brushing the cold person’s cheek. She asked curiously, “Are you jealous?”

Having been accustomed to this kind of scene due to the numerous wives in her cave dwelling, she was surprised that her normally cold, dedicated-to-the-Dao immortal cultivator beauty would also feel jealous for her.

As expected of her!

“Jealous?” Si Jing repeated in a low voice, turning her head away. “I… have never eaten it.”

She didn’t know what it tasted like.

Like swimming underwater with a muffled head, and then suddenly bumping into a ball of cotton.

Chu Zhao puffed out her cheeks and jumped down from the Eight Immortals table. “A’Chu won’t talk to you anymore!”

She was quickly drawn to the scene outside the inn. The fish jade pendant at her waist jingled softly as she ran to the distant window and curiously peered outside.

She didn’t notice the woman behind her. Her gaze followed her, resting on the jade pendant.

When she went to collect the passage feather token earlier, most people on the street, especially the various sect disciples participating in the Nine Provinces Sword Trial, had this fish jade hanging at their waist.

She knew the purpose of this blood jade, but she always sensed a faint, evil anomaly emanating from it.

Si Jing lowered her long eyelashes. She gathered a ball of clear water mist in her palm, filling the previously empty teapot and brewing a pot of lotus tea.

She poured a cup, about to stand up and hand it to the little red fish by the window, who seemed a bit annoyed earlier.

But when she looked again, the slender figure had already vanished from her sight.

She slightly pursed her lips.

Walking to where Chu Zhao had been, she pushed the window open a little more.

Outside the window, there were fine carriages and beautiful horses, a dense, chaotic, and extremely noisy flow of people, but the arrogant crimson figure was nowhere to be found.

Only the waistbands of pedestrians with various expressions were adorned with fish-shaped blood jades, large or small.

Under the sunlight, the light shimmered.

Si Jing tightened her grip on the teacup.

Why couldn’t she sense the little fish’s location right now?

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