After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 41.1

(Note: (cài) literally means “vegetable/dish,” but in slang, it means “trash/noob/incompetent.”)

Having been taught hand-by-hand by the woman for a long time, Chu Zhao only felt her waist sore and weak, unable to muster the strength to crawl away.

She seemed to unconsciously reveal her mermaid tail again, wrapping it around Si Jing’s arm, trying to stop the relentless connection and grinding that left her overwhelmed.

But instead, she unknowingly curled the woman’s finger bones deeper, as if voluntarily offering her soft spot, provoking her to tears and near-trembling.

As the sky transitioned, a pale fish-belly white appeared, and the clamor outside the window subsided into silence.

Chu Zhao was exhausted and no longer bothered with the accumulated stickiness in the bedding. She lay on Si Jing’s chest, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Si Jing’s dark hair was spread on the pillow. After the tide of passion receded, her face was like cold jade. Only the light pink bite marks on her lips hinted at the previous disorder.

She sat up, and the thin blanket slipped from her shoulder.

She pulled the girl to her side and tucked the corner of the blanket around her. Her fingertips were warmed by Chu Zhao’s breath as she thought of touching the other’s cheek.

But she didn’t know what she thought of, and her fingers curled up lightly again.

If the previous night could still be considered her drunken absurdity, then what was this now that she was completely sober…

Si Jing’s lips were pale.

She was swallowed by the self-loathing and shame that rose around her, like a basin of cold water poured over her head.

She had actually indulged in drunken pleasure with a demon, committing a filthy act again.

Chu Zhao felt the quilt being wrapped around her. Even in her sleep, she struggled restlessly, hugging the woman’s arm and whispering contentedly: “…Zhi Zhi.”

Si Jing heard the girl mumble things like “Ice Ring” and “like.” Her eyelashes trembled, and her gaze took in the deep coldness pooled on the girl’s little finger.

Last night…

Fragmented images flashed before her eyes—all the absurd things she had done while heavily drunk.

A slight blush suddenly rushed to her cool, pale cheek. Si Jing turned her head away, her dark hair falling from behind her ear, a few soft strands concealing her wavering gaze.

…So be it.

It was only a trace of spiritual power she had withdrawn from her Sea of Consciousness to form an ice ring. It didn’t matter if she gave it to the little fish.

She turned to get off the bed, retrieving the storage ring that the little fish had treated as a treasure last night and placed it back on the table without any intention of prying.

But even this subtle movement caused the chaotic spiritual power within her body to violently impact her Sea of Consciousness like a vortex. Thin sweat beaded on Si Jing’s forehead.

From the moment the passionate tide receded, the backlash of spiritual power made the pain unbearable throughout her body, like thousands of fine needles piercing her bones.

Si Jing’s face was pale, and her steps were a bit unsteady. She barely managed to steady herself by leaning on the table.

She originally intended to immediately clear her mind and regulate her energy, but when she looked up, she saw that a heavy mist had somehow enveloped the window outside.

The Northern Region was generally clear, with a high and distant sky, so such an anomaly should not occur.

Si Jing’s eyes were drawn to the window, and she caught sight of a blood moon.

The appearance of a blood moon, the revival of demons, was an extremely ominous sign.

In the mist, scattered pedestrians still moved, their eyes lowered, their expressions wooden.

They all had fish-shaped jade pendants hanging from their waists, which dyed the nearby mist crimson as they swayed while walking.

Si Jing’s expression was cold. Her hand rested on the sword hilt, barely suppressing the discomfort in her body as she pushed the door and left.

She was unaware that the Northern Region had been infiltrated by Mist Demons, who were formless and skilled at disguise.

Seeing the mist stained with blood, they must have quietly killed many people already.

Before closing the door, she inadvertently caught sight of a splash of crimson on the bed.

The girl’s long eyelashes were tightly closed. She was sleeping soundly. Her waist was slender and easily grasped, and tied to it was a fish-shaped jade pendant exactly like those worn by the human bodies formed by the Mist Demons.

The light reflected made the entire room bizarrely enchanting, like the turning of the blood moon.

The sun was high, and the sky was clear blue.

As the Sword Trial was approaching, several Xuanmen (mystic sects) groups heading to participate had already set off. The city was much emptier, and even the few people from the Wenqing Palace (Palace of Inquiry about Love) who stayed in the same inn had left earlier.

Shen Susu stood in front of the tightly closed room door, her lips slightly parted, ultimately lacking confidence.

She poked Nie Qian beside her, “Nie Qian, you knock!”

She hadn’t seen her Senior Sister since the morning, and with the departure time approaching, she couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Logically, Senior Martial Sister was exceptionally serious and punctual, and shouldn’t be like this. Could it be because she was with the Immortal Cultivator Sister…

Nie Qian was poked in the waist by Shen Susu, but remained unresponsive for a long time.

It wasn’t until she heard a low cough from Xiao Wan as a reminder that she finally looked up. Meeting Shen Susu’s disdainful gaze, her voice paused for a breath.

“What? Didn’t Susu volunteer to come?” she said with a sneer.

Xiao Wan frowned almost imperceptibly.

She always felt that something was slightly off with Nie Qian since last night, but there was a shadow behind her, so she wasn’t possessed by a ghost. She had also checked her pulse last night, and there was nothing abnormal.

Could it be that she was overthinking?

Shen Susu immediately wanted to retort in dissatisfaction, but just as she spoke a few words, the door in front of them suddenly opened with a bang from the inside.

The girl looked delicate and pretty, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her lips still had a hint of pink, her hair was uncombed and slightly messy, and her clothes were disheveled, yet she was captivatingly beautiful, making it difficult for people to look away from her.

Shen Susu hurriedly hid behind Xiao Wan, her fox-like eyes flickering, afraid that the person in front of her would take her bad mood out on them.

She had seen how formidable this Immortal Cultivator Sister was in Yingchuan.

But she only saw Chu Zhao tilt her head and call out, “Stupid Susu? Why are you guys here?”

As she spoke, she didn’t forget to raise her hand to tidy her soft hair.

She deliberately exposed the ice ring on her little finger, proudly displaying it to them in a circle.

But before she could say anything more, a gurgling sound was heard.

Chu Zhao lowered her head and rubbed her stomach, a slight blush on her cheeks. She let out a delicate hum, and immediately darted out through the gap between the three of them as nimbly as a fish.

She rushed downstairs, found an empty table, and ordered food.

The inn served dishes quickly. The girl swept through the food like a storm, dusted her hands, and gave the waiter a troubled look. Seeing him blush and stammer due to her lively eyes, she pointed behind her with a clear conscience, “Those three kids will pay for my shiny stuff!”

Her skirt billowed, her hair tips lightly swung, and in a flash, she stepped out of the inn and merged into the beautiful spring light, her figure delicate and elusive.

Shen Susu was left behind, painfully counting out spirit stones while muttering, “Hurry up and follow her, Senior Sister’s whereabouts are unknown!”

She was out of breath, and finally pushed through the crowd and found the crimson-clad figure, only to stop in despair.

Chu Zhao was surrounded by a group of idle immortal cultivators.

She was squatting in front of a white-haired old woman, staring at a fearsome-looking long sword adorned with pearls and jades placed on a velvet blue cloth, and said indignantly, “Today I’m going to take this sword, what do you intend to do!”

A wooden board was placed next to the old woman, with “Ancient Divine Weapon is Rare” written on the left and “Mysterious Trial Troublesome for Mediocre Cultivators” written on the right.

The onlookers cheered, enjoying the spectacle.

The old woman’s cloudy eyes moved, and she sized up the girl in front of her. “May I ask which famous sect or school the young daoist friend comes from, so this old woman may listen with respect and have an idea?”

“I, I am from Fish Donkey Peak!” Chu Zhao replied in a delicate voice, biting her lip. She suddenly forgot the name of Si Jing’s sect, so she had to use her own cave dwelling, “Big Puddle! Have you heard of it?”

A burst of cheerful laughter erupted from the crowd.

Shen Susu squatted outside the circle of onlookers, clutching her head and wailing, “Don’t do it, Immortal Cultivator Sister.”

Although their Cloud Water Stream was so loose and dilapidated that it currently only had sixteen disciples, they were still a decent Xuanmen orthodox sect. This was too embarrassing.

Moreover, even though they rarely left the mountain, they still possessed some common sense for wandering and gaining experience.

This old woman, who was setting up a stall and giving away a sword under the guise of a trial, was clearly a hundred percent a charlatan!

Xiao Wan pulled her up and sighed softly, “I’m afraid she cannot be stopped.”

Amidst the crowd, Chu Zhao had already signed the crooked contract with cinnabar, stating that she was the chief disciple of Fish Donkey Peak, and was betting her sect’s reputation to win this gaudy sword.

Everyone couldn’t help but want to watch the excitement. “Good!”

Chu Zhao slapped the paper onto the old woman’s chest, triumphantly, “Then set up your trial.”

The old woman’s expression was unreadable. She cautiously stared at her, and after a long time, she smiled. “Then please watch closely, little friend.”

Her rough, wrinkled hand reached out from her torn sleeve and lined up a dozen wide-mouthed wine cups on the velvet blue cloth.

Her cloudy eyes suddenly became lively. She tossed a green plum, covered it with a wine cup.

Her sleeve immediately fluttered to conceal her actions, juggling the wine cups in a way that dazzled and disoriented people, almost making them want to leave.

“May I ask, little friend,” the old woman stopped, smiling as she asked Chu Zhao, “where is the green plum?”

“Tch.”

“Is that all?”

“Liar! I’m going to call the Disciplinary Office!”

With the old woman’s maneuvering, the onlookers all curled their lips in contempt and dispersed for the most part.

Chu Zhao, however, stared intently, so much so that her brows furrowed as she pondered deeply. She crouched down, sniffing here and smelling there.

This led the remaining people to mutter discontentedly, “So she’s a crude demon cultivator, no wonder she’s from some Fish Donkey Peak. Isn’t this cheating? Let’s leave, let’s leave.”

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