After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 41.2

The old woman watched at her leisure, stepping back.

But she saw the delicate girl in front of her suddenly brighten her eyes. Her finger pointed to one of the overturned wine cups, “It’s here.”

“And here, here, and here!” She excitedly pointed to several other spots.

The old woman’s expression changed, but unfortunately, her skin was too thick, so an ordinary person couldn’t tell the difference. She remained silent for a moment, then chuckled, “Little friend, you are jesting. There is only one green plum, how could it be in all the places you pointed to?”

Chu Zhao looked up at her, bit her lip, and muttered to herself, “…It’s gone.”

She could smell it just now, but as the old woman’s voice fell, the green plum was no longer under any of the cups.

Her gaze slightly focused, slowly falling on the old woman’s abdomen, which was concealed by her tattered robes.

“How about it, little friend? Where is the green plum?” The old woman’s voice was hoarse, but a hint of triumph could be discerned.

Chu Zhao’s face showed annoyance. She clenched her fists in her sleeves, and taking advantage of the old woman’s rigid, old and frail appearance, she struck her abdomen with lightning speed, “It’s here!”

However, the old woman lightly backed away as if an old tree had bloomed. In just a few breaths, she was already floating in the air outside the circle of onlookers, treading on white mist, unrestrained and aloof.

She was still dressed in the same tattered and dilapidated robe, but her voice was a mix of roughness and tenderness, making her age momentarily indistinguishable, “Why so impatient, little friend? If you like this sword, this old woman can give it to you.”

Chu Zhao was furious. She pushed aside the wooden crowd and chased after the person stepping on the clouds and mist, “Don’t run, you tricked a demon!”

The “old woman” covered her mouth with her sleeve and laughed softly, murmuring, “Demon…?”

“So that’s how she sees herself.”

The crisscrossing wrinkles on her face faded in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, she transformed into a woman with skin like smooth cream.

Slender jade horns emerged from her temples, golden light flowed at the tips of her hair, and her delicate white neck was covered with milky crimson soft scales. For a moment, she was radiantly beautiful, fragrant like an orchid.

“If you have any further need for forging a sword, you can come to Eastern Continent to find me.”

“My name is… never mind, let’s keep it a mystery. If you take out that sword, others will know.”

The woman lowered her head and gazed deeply at Chu Zhao a few times, smiling, “Farewell, little fish demon.”

The gaudy “peerless divine weapon,” forgotten by the crowd behind them, was now manipulated by the woman to float up, suddenly dropping into Chu Zhao’s arms.

Chu Zhao still wanted to chase, but her peripheral vision was dazzled by the glittering pearls and jades embedded in the sword, as if they were squandered without regard for spirit stones.

She couldn’t help but gasp “Wow,” hugged it to her chest, and lovingly stroked it.

She has her own personal sword!

Thinking about the ‘Gui Ji’ sword—which could only be won by conquering the Nine Provinces Sword Trials and claiming the champion title for Zhi Zhi—Chu Zhao couldn’t help but curl her lips, her eyes lightly gleaming.

Soon, she would be able to marry the beauty, bring her back to her cave dwelling, and reach the pinnacle of her demon life!

The onlookers hadn’t expected this turn of events and began to discuss animatedly.

“She must be some great powerful being who set up a stall just to amuse herself in the mortal world. Alas, she treated us like monkeys.”

“Able to walk on mist, skilled in illusions, with fine scales and silk ribbon around her neck—could she be from the Fish Dragon Clan of the Eastern Continent…”

“Hush, keep your voice down. Even though the Xuanmen currently maintains good relations with them, this clan was notoriously violent and tyrannical in the past. There’s no guarantee they won’t turn against us. It’s best not to get too close.”

“It certainly benefited that crude demon cultivator. I wonder what kind of divine weapon that sword, originating from the ancient demon clan, truly is?”

Chu Zhao hummed a cheerful tune, hugging the sword lovingly to her chest.

Just as she was about to leave the scattered scene of overturned wine cups, a few haughty cultivators suddenly blocked her way.

She tilted her head, a little confused, “…?”

After hearing the group discuss for a while, completely ignoring her presence, they paused briefly and then all stepped forward, intending to seize the sword.

Chu Zhao bit her lip and stepped back, avoiding them, “Bad guys, this is A-Chu’s sword!”

But before she could make any more moves, the sword in her arms seemed to sense danger. It suddenly hummed, swiftly drew from its sheath, and swept towards the group with fierce power.

Scarlet waves permeated the sword’s body, sweeping through destructively. It sliced open the robe of the cultivator closest to her, and drops of blood immediately emerged from the exposed neck.

The ill-intentioned cultivator groaned, stumbled backward, and fell weakly to the ground.

Chu Zhao hadn’t expected her newly acquired sword to possess such power. She raised her hand to recall the sword, momentarily filled with pride, “Now you know how formidable I am!”

The man looked displeased, staring fixedly at her, apparently having another trick up his sleeve.

“Give me the sword, and tell me the information about that Fish Dragon Clan,” he said in a low voice.

Chu Zhao gnashed her teeth in anger.

How could this bad person be so greedy as to demand both the sword and the information!

With her protective sword in her arms, she wasn’t afraid. She haughtily walked closer and lowered herself slightly.

“I see you look rather foolish. I imagine you can’t even solve this riddle of mine.” She shook her head, putting on a regretful expression, “Do you know why you can’t pick mushrooms clockwise?”

The man looked astonished.

Being looked down upon by a demon cultivator, he felt embarrassed and ground his teeth, “…Why?”

Chu Zhao’s round eyes lightly blinked, and she spoke in a delicate voice, “So foolish!”

“Because you pick them counter-clockwise!”

After saying that, she put her hands on her hips, looked sidelong at the still-stunned cultivator, and pouted her lips, a look of triumph on her face.

This was something she learned from a storybook, and this silly cultivator actually didn’t understand it!

After being whispered a reminder by his companion, the cultivator’s face was a mix of green and white, extremely gloomy.

Suddenly, with a sharp zheng sound, a sharp edge emerged from his sleeve and stabbed toward Chu Zhao, who was walking away with her back turned.

The dagger was dull in color, and upon closer look, appeared to be poisoned.

Not far away, Shen Susu was overwhelmed with terror and shouted a warning, “Immortal Cultivator Sister, watch out behind you!”

Chu Zhao had no time to turn her head.

But she only heard a crisp dang lang sound—the sound of the dagger dropping to the ground.

She turned to look. The cultivator suddenly showed an expression of terror, as if an invisible object had grasped his throat, and his face instantly became withered and pale.

His lips were deathly pale, blood foam spilled out, and his groans were full of painful agony.

Blood poured out continuously, gradually staining his collar and the edges of his clothes, soaking into his waist.

A fish-shaped blood jade was hanging there.

“W-What’s wrong with you?” Chu Zhao hesitated, crouched down, and asked with a bitten lip.

She reached out a hand to him, wanting to help him up.

The cultivator parted his lips, seemingly trying to answer, but couldn’t utter a single sound.

Suddenly, with a bang sound, his body exploded, turning into a thick blood mist.

A dull, lusterless Core (Jindan) rolled onto the ground, and his robe slumped softly on the floor.

The fish-shaped jade pendant hanging from his silk belt became even more enchanting after being washed by the crimson blood.

A Jindan cultivator inexplicably exploded and died. The onlookers were utterly terrified and scattered in flight.

In the distance, Shen Susu was frozen stiff on the spot, a chill running down her spine. She muttered, “Immortal Cultivator Sister…?”

Xiao Wan, beside her, looked solemn. After a moment of thought, she tried to rush forward.

But she took only one step before her feet were caught. Looking up, the originally bright sky had already gathered into a dark, dull mist.

A sudden chill struck her heart, and she turned around to look.

Nie Qian had disappeared without a trace.

Chu Zhao was in disbelief, still maintaining the posture of reaching out her hand, but in just two breaths, she only embraced a cloud of bloody, foul-smelling mist.

Her heart was in turmoil. The corners of her eyes involuntarily reddened. She sniffled, feeling cold all over, and instinctively stepped back.

Although her mothers had said that humans outside the wilderness were worse than demons, they had gently cautioned her not to kill wantonly.

…If she killed people, she would become a bad demon.

But she, she had only been very angry just now and hadn’t intended to kill. Why had that cultivator, who was previously showing malice, just died?

While she hesitated, the surrounding mist grew thicker. Chu Zhao looked around but could no longer see anyone.

She bit her lip tightly and cocked her ear to listen.

Pat-tap, pat-tap, footsteps seemed to be getting closer.

Only the sound of footsteps could be heard, but the face of the approaching person was not visible.

Chu Zhao was dazed. She knelt on the ground and, guided by the faint crimson glow of the blood jade at her waist, she looked up and glimpsed the approaching person’s pure and stunning face.

The snow-colored figure parted the mist, walking towards her step by step. The embroidered lotus leaves on the cuffs of her sleeves were faintly visible, like an illusionary dream.

A faint smell of blood, mixed with the mist water, was undeniably wafting toward her, though it was somewhat diluted.

The woman was dressed in a pristine, pure white Daoist robe. She folded her sleeves to conceal the splattered bloodstains. Her expression was chilling and shadowed, and a hidden, suppressed crimson tint appeared in her peach blossom eyes.

The heavy mist suddenly surged up, and the vibrant market scene of the Northern Continent was completely distorted.

She slowly walked closer, bent down slightly, and extended a slender, delicate hand toward Chu Zhao, her voice soft, “Zhao Zhao.”

“…Will you come with me?”

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