After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 45

What… exactly is our relationship?

The maiden in her arms was still unconscious, her dress torn. Her wet lashes drooped obediently, yet she tightly clutched the lotus leaf at Si Jing’s cuff.

Si Jing’s lips were pale, her gaze lingering on Chu Zhao’s vulnerable neck and slender wrists.

Finally, she gently closed her eyes.

“No matter. This is your inner demon, the greatest obstacle on your path of heartless Dao. You may take your time to decide,” Luo Yu’s voice was gentle.

“Ying Zhi, I look forward to your answer in the future.”

After this, the plume of light dimmed and cooled, becoming silent.

The dagger lying not far away was like a thorn. Si Jing opened her eyes and caught a glimpse of her own distracted reflection in the snowy light.

Just now, when Chu Zhao had her back to her, there was a moment when her fingertip had touched the dagger.

She was usually decisive, having slain countless ferocious demons and evil spirits. But after Chu Zhao rushed into her arms to protect her and she heard the trembling voice say, “Zhi Zhi, don’t be afraid,” she became hesitant.

The maiden’s back was soft; she had caressed it many times.

With just one stab of the dagger, the North State Blood Jade and the chaos of the Mist Demon could be completely eradicated.

Moreover, the junior sister she had personally brought out of the sect was currently missing, her fate unknown.

The tragic scene of the verdant peak being bathed in demon blood a hundred years ago reappeared before her eyes, with her fellow disciples, who she had lived with day and night, dying with unclosed eyes and intermittently calling out “Senior Sister.”

A sweetness of blood welled up in her throat again.

Crimson trickled from Si Jing’s lips. The murky, desolate scenes swiftly flowed before her eyes. Her sea of consciousness was turbulent, and her whole body felt as if it were being torn apart—a painful ordeal.

The Fish Jade Pendant was originally an evil object, draining the life force of thousands of ordinary people, all to fulfill its owner’s wish.

And the little fish’s wish was merely to marry her and see her wearing a wedding dress.

The woman’s hand, braced on the ground, curled slightly, her fingertips turning white from the strain.

All the calamity, it turned out… was all caused by her?

She wiped away the traces of blood with difficulty, intending to retrieve the dagger that had slipped beside her, but she was too weak.

The wound on her waist was horrific, and blood had long soaked her robe. It was only by holding Chu Zhao that she had managed to maintain a dignified seated posture.

In a daze, the clear pool of water before her suddenly rippled slightly.

A crab demon, not yet fully transformed, emerged from the water. Trailing behind it, a long, slender shrimp demon shivered with fear.

The two demons sensed the chaotic and turbulent spiritual power fluctuations within Si Jing’s body and trembled with fright.

But the crab demon keenly spotted the face of the maiden in the crimson skirt concealed beneath her Daoist robe and immediately cried out, “Ah Chu Daren, Ah Chu Daren!”

Though startled, it was brave. It slowly and cautiously moved, extending its crab claw to reach the dagger not far away.

Clumsily, it pointed the blade at Si Jing, “Vile immortal cultivator, give Ah Chu Daren back!”

“Give her back!” the shrimp demon echoed.

Si Jing’s dark hair fell, concealing her face. Her body was frail, about to break, looking like a clean, snow-white soul fallen into the dust of the desolate, dim forest.

“Take her and leave safely.” Her voice was low, her eyelids heavy. Having said that, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away.

The crab demon poked her and, emboldened, crawled onto the shore, but its feet were stuck in something sticky. It turned its two eyes to look down and was instantly terrified, “It’s blood!”

“Human, so much, much blood!”

“…So noisy.” Chu Zhao mumbled discontentedly, awakening from the chaos. She seemed to hear the voice of Ah Xie, the crab guarding the large pond in the cave dwelling.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up from a soft mass, but unexpectedly saw the cold, clear face in close proximity.

Si Jing’s eyes were tightly shut, her pale lips stained with bloodstains. Swaying precariously, she finally couldn’t hold on and slumped to the side.

“Madam!” Chu Zhao felt as if she had been pulled out of cold water, embracing the woman’s slender waist tightly.

She had endured so many sword attacks from the Xuanmen immortal cultivators; shouldn’t she have died?

In her periphery, everything was familiar. Looking around, the forest was moonless and sunless, desolate and dim, with the screams of demons.

She didn’t know when or why she had returned to the desolate mountain.

Chu Zhao was overwhelmed with both joy and sorrow, yet her heart was also aching.

Did Zhi Zhi save her again, bringing her away from those Xuanmen people?

She stretched her limbs; there was no serious injury, and even the pain lingering in her memory quickly faded.

The crab demon and shrimp demon in the pool exchanged glances, big eyes meeting little eyes, communicating with their gaze.

—Has Ah Chu Daren found a new beauty?

—I-I’m scared. That beautiful woman is a ferocious immortal cultivator!

The shrimp demon was hiding in the water, timidly blowing bubbles, when suddenly, a flowing crimson fish tail heavily slapped its cheek, making it squeal in pain.

Chu Zhao transformed into her original form and swam in front of it, sparkling like a jewel and reflecting the dim pool with shimmering light.

At this moment, she was thoroughly annoyed, her soft mouth opening and closing, “Don’t gossip about my Madam!”

“We, we are going to get married immediately.” The little red fish’s gill cover shyly fluttered, “Hurry and help me carry my Madam into the cave dwelling.”

After speaking, she anxiously swam and flapped to the shore, holding Si Jing’s cuff in her mouth, striving to drag her into the water.

The moment Si Jing entered the water, ripples surrounded her snow-like face. Although her eyes were closed, she was as beautiful and vibrant as a lotus flower.

Chu Zhao used her demonic power to weave an auspicious red bubble, enveloping the beauty. She swam inside, using her demonic power to heal the other person’s injuries.

But she couldn’t control herself and secretly pecked Si Jing’s face.

Her wish was finally coming true!

The beauty said she would visit the desolate mountain after taking her away from Fish Donkey Peak, and she truly kept her word.

The bubble sank to the bottom of the water. Chu Zhao was overjoyed.

Inadvertently, she looked up and caught sight of a snowy brightness left on the bank of the pool.

It looked like a dagger.

She tilted her head, somewhat perplexed.

Was that also Zhi Zhi’s item?

She would retrieve it tomorrow, inlay it with pearls and shells, and present it as a betrothal gift to her Madam.

Crimson gauze curtains, rippling water, and a strange, cool scent seemed to linger around her breath. Her mind was clear, urging her to wake up.

Si Jing opened her eyes and found herself lying inside a massive shell. The bedding beneath her was soft as clouds and crimson.

The water before her was clear and moving. The wound on her waist was properly bandaged, but it still ached slightly.

She lowered her gaze and scrutinized her surroundings for a moment, realizing she was currently in the dim, lightless deep water.

As for the fragrance just now, it was the scent of Soul Cleansing Grass burning in a censer not far away, which had the effect of condensing the soul and gathering qi.

The precious Soul Cleansing Grass, which cost a hundred spirit stones per stalk at the market, now filled the censer, seemingly not cherished by its owner.

The firelight flickered gently but did not extinguish when encountering water.

“Shh… Be gentler, be gentler!” A sweet, slightly annoyed voice of a maiden sounded not far away, “Don’t wake up my Madam!”

A little red fish with shimmering scales lifted the pearl curtain and gently flapped its tail to swim in.

Behind her followed dozens of crab demons, huffing and puffing, blowing bubbles in exhaustion, collectively carrying a box filled with jewelry, jade, and stones.

“From today on, you and you, must stay here and weave a phoenix coronet for my Madam!” Chu Zhao pointed at a few little shrimps with an air of arrogance.

All the shrimp demons dejectedly agreed.

However, a foolish crab still asked, “Ah Chu Daren, Hai Dai and Pang Xie have been waiting outside for a long time. Aren’t you going to dote on your two Madams?”

Chu Zhao nervously flapped her tail, “N-no. I still need to keep my new Madam company.”

She turned around impatiently and swam toward the shell couch, only to see the woman within through the layers of gauze curtains, her clear, snow-like eyes fixed on her.

“Zhi Zhi!” She cried out happily, lifting the red gauze and swimming inside.

Leaning into Si Jing’s embrace, she first gently nudged the woman’s waist with her head. Seeing no serious harm, she then flapped quickly and swam into her arms, her cloud fins gently caressing her collarbone, “You’re finally awake. Ah Chu missed you so much.”

Si Jing’s hand instinctively moved toward her waist.

Her ever-present sword was gone, and the short blade hidden in her sleeve was also missing.

She subtly pursed her lips, cradling the restless little fish in her palm, and softly asked, “Where is this place?”

“It’s Ah Chu’s big water hole!” Chu Zhao was extremely proud.

She wanted to show Si Jing around but was also mindful of the woman’s injuries, so she pouted.

Suddenly, something came to mind, and her round eyes lit up.

The cave dwelling was huge; she could visit anytime. But now that her Madam was sick and weak, the timing was perfect!

Immediately, white mist dispersed. Chu Zhao transformed into her human form, clinging to Si Jing’s embrace.

Clothed in nothing, yet feeling no shame, she wrapped her arms around Si Jing’s neck, gently pecked her a few times, and shyly asked, “Wife, we’re getting married tomorrow. Now, now do you want to cultivate with Ah Chu?”

Outside the soft gauze curtain, the little shrimps with strung pearls and jade ornaments all perked up their ears.

“Squeak?”

“Squeak! Dual cultivation!”

Si Jing averted her gaze and remained silent, “…”

“You all leave here, go far away!” Chu Zhao noticed the woman’s embarrassment, immediately changed to a fierce tone, and chased away all the demons she had just summoned.

Pity those poor shrimp demons, who had rushed around and were starving, received no reward at all.

The surroundings fell silent.

Chu Zhao let out a satisfied, delicate hum.

She knew Si Jing was embarrassed, but with just the two of them alone, her own face felt somewhat hot.

Pressing her lips to Si Jing’s, she sought a kiss with awkward longing, “Zhi Zhi, kiss me.”

However, the woman silently retreated backward, even withdrawing the arm that had unintentionally rested on her waist.

Her long lashes were lowered, her expression indifferent, without the same lustful desire as hers. “…Where is my sword?”

A sudden emptiness plunged into Chu Zhao’s heart, as if she had fallen into a bottomless well.

The excitement faded. She realized that after the incident in the cave, Zhi Zhi seemed to have developed a grudge against her and no longer showed the occasional softness of the past.

But they had clearly formed a bond, and even, even tomorrow they were going to get married.

“…Zhi Zhi.” Chu Zhao scooted over on her knees, pressing her cheek into the crook of the other’s neck, her voice low with grievance, “The sword is right outside. I inlaid the hilt with shells and rewove a beautiful sword tassel.”

“Don’t think about the sword, okay? Ah Chu… Ah Chu misses you too.”

Si Jing had been unconscious for two days, and she had watched over her pillow for two whole days, only secretly slipping out just now to supervise the work for a short while.

She often lightly pecked the corners of the woman’s eyes, wanting her to wake up quickly, but then felt that this would disturb her rest. So, she just quietly rested her head on the other’s wrist, using her demonic power to warm her meridians.

Whenever she felt exhausted, Chu Zhao only had to fantasize about Si Jing seeing her when she woke up to feel a lift in her mood.

She was sure the woman’s eyes would be gentle and soft, and she would affectionately stroke her with her finger.

Maybe, she would even smile at her, a rare occurrence, call her “Zhao Zhao,” and, blushing faintly to the tips of her ears, add a “Wife.”

But there was nothing.

Was Zhi Zhi dissatisfied with the cave’s arrangement, or with her still inadequately prepared betrothal gifts?

Chu Zhao bit her lip despondently, remembered something, stumbled off the couch, and went to fetch the dagger she had meticulously refurbished last night.

The dagger was snowy and sharp. Enduring the pain, she cut off an extraordinarily beautiful and glossy scale from the tip of her most cherished tail and inlaid it on the hilt.

She hoped that every time Si Jing used this dagger, she would remember her.

“Is this Zhi Zhi’s?” When handing it to the woman, Chu Zhao was particularly shy and couldn’t bring herself to mention the scale. After all, it was a part of her most private area.

“I retrieved it. It’s a gift for Zhi Zhi.”

Her ears were burning hot; she dared not raise her head to look at the person in front of her.

After a long while, no one accepted it.

The dagger was cold and heavy, and the scale was sharp enough to cut her hand. She stared blankly. Si Jing’s dark hair was spread out, concealing all emotions in her eyes, making her appear indifferent and cold.

She didn’t even lift her gaze to look at it before moving her eyes away, “Take it further away.”

“…I don’t need it.”

Chu Zhao’s grip loosened, and the shimmering dagger slid onto the floor.

She lowered her head, her chest plummeting into an icy abyss, her eyes wide with confusion.

The tip of her tail still retained the searing pain from cutting the scale, a difficult and unfair anguish.

She didn’t understand why her wife disliked every gift she gave.

“Then what does Zhi Zhi like?” Chu Zhao’s voice unknowingly carried a hint of wetness.

A beautiful sword, a powerful magical artifact—whatever she liked, she would go and collect it. As long as Zhi Zhi was happy, she was willing to do anything.

But a sudden feeling of helplessness welled up in her heart.

She remembered that Si Jing had never said she liked her.

That bonding ceremony was just a clumsy mistake, a one-sided coincidence.

That night, when the woman asked what form of address was suitable, it was merely to deliberately avoid the words “Wife.”

“Zhi Zhi, do you… not like me anymore?” Chu Zhao’s eyes were moist, her nose slightly red, as she asked, restraining her grievance.

“What exactly is our relationship?”

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