After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 44

Chu Zhao looked helplessly at the cold-faced woman before her.

The pale lips, still moist from the kiss she had just placed there, parted lightly, yet spoke words she didn’t understand, the tone like frost.

She didn’t know where Nie Qian was; she didn’t even know where she and Si Jing were now.

Having just struggled free from the tangled, sticky nightmare of blood mist, and then the shock of Si Jing fainting and being injured, she bit her lip hard, just managing not to show her distress and vulnerability.

She lowered her head and gripped her clothes tightly, only to hear the clear-voiced woman’s breathing hasten, and a splash of bright red suddenly spill from the corner of her mouth, indicating extreme weakness.

Chu Zhao’s heart twisted, and she rushed forward again, “Zhi Zhi, what… what’s wrong with you?”

Si Jing remained seated as before, but turned slightly, her fingertips lightly curling, forming a seal.

A barrier of cold, deep blue instantly separated the two.

When Chu Zhao touched it, she felt a sharp stinging sensation on her skin.

She gasped in pain and immediately drew back her hand.

She carefully curled her numb fingertips in her palm, knelt on the ground, and stared blankly at the woman in the snow-white robe from a distance.

“Before we left Emerald Peak, you personally asked me to choose Nie Qian,” Si Jing’s voice was flat, not looking anywhere in particular, but her fingers were practically digging into her own flesh.

Blood stained her pale, delicate finger bones, a shocking sight.

“…Was it for this moment?”

After the words fell, the woman seemed to wait for her answer, lowering her eyes and saying nothing more.

Chu Zhao couldn’t speak.

She remembered the cultivator with the fish jade at his waist who suddenly burst open in front of her before the blood mist enveloped her.

She remembered Shen Susu and Xiao Wan looking forward at her from a short distance away with unfamiliar, pale expressions she had never seen before.

But she had never harmed Nie Qian.

“I… I didn’t,” Chu Zhao seemed to suddenly awaken, shaking her head vigorously, still rushing toward Si Jing, her voice carrying a watery resonance, “Zhi Zhi, I don’t know where Nie Qian went…”

She endured the pain to touch the barrier, which felt like a chasm, and even though the cold spiritual energy cut her fingertips, and bright red blood flowed freely, she stubbornly looked at the woman with the indifferent expression.

“Zhi Zhi, let me in. You’re hurt, I still need to transfer cultivation to you.” Her vision was clouded with mist; she struggled to suppress the soft, watery gleam.

Yet, a sour ache settled in her heart, a feeling of desolation.

No matter how much she told herself not to overthink, she could tell that Si Jing was doubting her.

Si Jing’s spiritual energy fluctuated weakly at that moment, and the barrier shattered easily.

Without a sound, she covered her lips with her sleeve and coughed up another pool of startling scarlet, her face ashen.

A warm, gentle current flowed into her meridians; she looked down to see Chu Zhao kneeling on the ground, her fingertips, which held Si Jing’s wrist, already broken.

The corners of her eyes were tinged with a flush of crimson from the pain, like spilled rouge, yet she still called out softly, “…Zhi Zhi.”

Chu Zhao wanted to glimpse some compassion or forgiveness in the eyes of the woman before her.

Even dissatisfaction would be fine.

But there was nothing, only emptiness and apathy.

She vaguely remembered that when she first met Si Jing in the pool of water in Yingchuan, the other person had the same expression.

Only, in the past, the woman would still kindly return her to the water; now, her eyes seemed to have a layer of frost, completely ignoring her.

A buzzing noise reached her ears, and the barrier set up at the cave entrance was suddenly forcibly broken from the outside.

Chu Zhao’s shoulders jerked in fright, and she instinctively hid in the woman’s embrace.

Si Jing did not resist.

But Chu Zhao could feel the woman’s body suddenly tense, seemingly ready for a confrontation.

“Immortal Venerable, Elder, we have found her.” The leading Xuanmen cultivator had an indifferent expression, holding a perpetually bright lamp. He glanced at the two entangled figures in the cave and respectfully reported to the people behind him.

Chu Zhao poked her head out from the snow-colored fabric and saw that many people had intruded around the cave entrance.

They were dressed in various sect robes, whispering to each other, the majority being Immortal Cultivators in azure and white robes; she recognized them all as Kunlun Void cultivators.

“Is that Si Jing, the one who gained fame at previous Flower-Plucking Sword Contests, the astonishing talent from Cloud Water Realm?”

“When I was traveling the Nine Provinces, I once worked with her to kill demons and suppress evil. Who knew such a distinguished and noble person would be secretly involved with a demon?”

“I can’t tell what her current cultivation level is. Even the past champion of the Sword Contest said afterward that she hadn’t used her full power.”

“Now she can’t struggle anymore. When she absconded with that fish demon, she was injured by the Immortal Maiden Zhuo Qing’s Azure Heaven Sword. She must be gravely wounded.”

Chu Zhao listened in a daze, her heart aching and heavy.

She poked her head out, her eyes already red, and shielded Si Jing behind her, loudly speaking to those hateful Immortal Cultivators, “You are not allowed to speak ill of my wife!”

“Wife?”

“This is completely against natural law!”

“She actually formed a bond with a demon?”

The Elder at the front, with a snow-white beard, belonging to an unknown sect, squinted at Chu Zhao.

Then he turned to Si Jing, his expression much kinder, “Fellow Daoist Si, you are seriously injured now. You must quickly return to our sect. The sword injury left by the Azure Heaven Sword needs to be personally treated by Immortal Maiden Zhuo Qing.”

Si Jing’s voice was clear and cool, and she gently lowered her long lashes, “Senior, please speak plainly.”

Another Immortal Venerable at the Nascent Soul Stage sneered, “Are you still protecting that abominable fish demon? In just two days, such a horrific incident has occurred within Northern State and at the foot of Kunlun Void, and you show not a hint of remorse?”

“My Junior Brother was fine the day before, but during morning lesson the next day, his entire body suddenly exploded into a blood mist…” A faint sound of sobbing came from the crowd.

“He only bought a blood jade for good luck! Why should he suffer this calamity?”

“Kill that fish demon!”

“If they are not of our kind, their hearts are sure to be different. All demon cultivators are like this; if they are not expelled, they must be completely annihilated.”

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

“The Blood Moon is born, Gui Ji reappears. Northern State already shows signs of devastation and rivers of blood,” another person sighed. “Everyone, do you remember the extremely ominous divination predicted by the Yi Xi Hall of Kunlun Void?”

“The Demon Venerable Jiang Yun, who committed countless evils over a thousand years ago, was ultimately slain by the Immortal Maiden Zhuo Qing with a sword that killed its master, may be returning to the world.”

“Coincidentally,” he said pointedly, glancing at Chu Zhao, who was tightly concealed in Si Jing’s arms.

“This demon happens to be a fish demon, are they not of the same race as Jiang Yun?”

Chu Zhao listened in confusion to the Immortal Cultivators discussing things she didn’t understand, their discussions escalating into vicious curses aimed at her.

“Kill her!”

“Eliminate the source of disaster!”

Her forehead was suddenly covered by a cool, delicate palm, pressed inward, obscuring her vision.

Chu Zhao heard Si Jing’s voice, though weak, still clear, so calm it couldn’t stir any ripples, “Fellow Daoists are debating and arguing endlessly, yet in the end, you cannot produce any evidence.”

The woman’s body was hidden within the wide, snow-white daoist robe; she looked down listlessly, ignoring the chaos before her, “…Truly laughable.”

“Please forgive Ying Zhi for being unable to comply.”

The worn sword with the faded tassel lay listlessly nearby.

Si Jing turned her head, silently chanting a sword incantation. The sword filled with deep blue light and immediately hovered in front of the two of them.

But the wound on her waist was terrifying. Even though she tried to control her expression, she subtly frowned when she grasped the sword hilt.

She lowered her head and met Chu Zhao’s pair of watery, pink jade-like eyes.

The girl was clutching the lotus leaf embroidered on her sleeve, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She seemed unaware that she was crying, her actions to wipe her face were clumsy and unfamiliar, as she looked up at Si Jing blankly.

Si Jing shifted her gaze.

She shielded Chu Zhao with her snow-white sleeve, looked at the crowd in the distance, and spoke in a flat voice, “If you want to eradicate the problem completely, taking Ying Zhi’s life alone will suffice.”

“I know I am unworthy of being part of the sect, but this little fish is truly innocent.”

“It is also my… failure to discipline her.”

Chu Zhao bit her lip until it nearly bled.

She gathered her strength, broke free from Si Jing’s embrace, and stood in front of the weak, softly coughing woman, opening her arms, “You are not allowed to hurt Zhi Zhi!”

The Elder and Immortal Venerable at the forefront of the crowd sized her up and both laughed.

It was convenient, the fish demon had jumped out herself.

With only the cultivation of the Demon Core Stage completion, they didn’t even need to draw their swords; just using the Soul-Shattering Nail to embed itself into her flesh and bones would be enough to reduce her to ashes.

Someone, already fueled by anger, drew their sword. Spiritual energy covered the blade, substantial as matter, the sword light so bright that Chu Zhao couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Fear instinctively rose in her heart, but she still stubbornly bit her lip, threw herself in front of Si Jing, controlling the tremor in her voice, and said softly, “Zhi Zhi, don’t be afraid, I… I won’t let you get hurt!”

Her eyelashes were damp. In her panic, she tightly shut her eyes, but seemed to hear a low sigh above her head.

Si Jing threw her arm around Chu Zhao’s waist, covering her face with her sleeve.

She lightly raised her hand and set up the final, fragile, deep blue barrier in front of them.

In a daze, Chu Zhao felt her chin being cupped by a delicate hand, and the woman’s voice, low and weak like melting snow, came to her ears.

“Next time, remember to stay far away from the Yingchuan water pool, and do not get involved with me again.”

“Alright?”

Chu Zhao thought Si Jing wanted to push her away and shook her head forcefully, but realized her wrist was restrained by loose ice silk, which seemed intended to restrict her struggles.

But how could a critically injured person restrain her?

She bit the ice silk apart with her teeth and spread her arms wide again. Just as she shielded Si Jing, the sharp, murderous sword wind from the cultivators reached her.

It easily shattered the barrier and struck her, cutting several gashes into her crimson skirt.

It hurt so much.

Chu Zhao looked down in a daze, seeing her robe damaged, and fresh blood streaming from the wounds, dripping onto the ground, silently.

A sudden deafness fell over her ears.

A powerful sense of indignation suddenly arose within her.

Shame at letting Si Jing see her current sorry state, shame at failing to protect her wife as promised.

She hadn’t managed to take Zhi Zhi back, not even for a glimpse of her cave dwelling.

Not to mention the countless wedding scenes she had imagined in her dreams, which were all shattered now.

The flowing blood spread to the fish jade pendant hanging at her waist. The pendant suddenly vibrated and emitted a dazzling light that enveloped Chu Zhao.

She felt a scorching heat all over her body. Her wounds seemed to hurt less, and she felt a surge of strength. Her first thought was to turn back and look at Si Jing.

Si Jing had her head bowed, maintaining the posture of reaching out to pull her, but was now too weak to even curl her fingers.

A bright crimson light enveloped her body. She looked up in confusion, only to see Chu Zhao rushing toward her, the light from the jade pendant at her waist vying with the bloody moon’s glow.

The young girl touched the corner of her eye and whispered, “Zhi Zhi, I really want to see you in a wedding dress.”

Eerie and bizarre red light filled the entire cave. At the entrance, the Xuanmen practitioners were startled and uncertain, holding their breath.

When the scarlet light transformed into thick blood mist and gradually dispersed, the intertwined figures of the two had vanished.

Only a fish jade pendant, now devoid of light, lay scattered on the ground.

The fulfilled wish had turned it into a useless object.

The crowd was shocked and infuriated.

“It is exactly as Immortal Maiden Zhuo Qing said. The fish jade absorbs the life force and destiny of its host, ultimately gathering it all to this fish demon to fulfill her despicable, evil wish.”

“Didn’t the Immortal Maiden say that this blood jade contains a trace of demonic energy, originating from the Demon Venerable Jiang Yun, and therefore only she can activate it?”

“In that case…” Someone’s face turned pale.

“Is that fish demon really Jiang Yun?”

…

The scene before her was fleeting and hard to grasp. Si Jing held Chu Zhao, only feeling the blinding light of the blood jade.

In just a few short breaths, the noisy, inescapable cave, and the faces of the disgusted and confused Xuanmen cultivators, vanished before her eyes.

She had arrived in a completely unfamiliar, desolate, and gloomy deep forest.

Kneeling by the water’s edge, she had no idea where she was. She looked around; everything was dark and desolate. But in front of her was a clear, shallow pool adorned with rootless lotuses, a beautiful scene.

Si Jing paused, reaching to touch the young girl’s waist in her arms. The cold, slippery fish jade pendant was now gone.

The communication feather hidden in her embrace suddenly became hot.

Before she could resist, a gentle, compassionate voice rang out in her sea of consciousness, as refined as a trickling stream, yet containing an air of detached indifference.

“The fish jade has fulfilled her dearest wish. Now, do you believe what I said, Ying Zhi?”

Luo Yu’s voice was warm, “Why didn’t you strike the fatal blow from behind and extract her demon core after restraining her with the ice silk just now?”

“We clearly already agreed.”

Si Jing’s long eyelashes trembled; she remained silent.

A dagger slid out from her sleeve, reflecting a clear, indifferent, snow-like light in the dim, desolate landscape of the barren mountain.

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