After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 46.1

If only she weren’t a fish demon.

She clutched the gauze curtain, lowering her head, her eyes gradually turning red.

She longed to hear some words of tenderness from the indifferent woman before her.

Even a soft sigh, calling her “Zhaozhao,” would do.

But on the couch, Si Jing’s expression was serene and aloof, and she remained silent.

Chu Zhao’s vision blurred as she stared blankly at the dagger that marked her tail scales amidst the rolling crimson bedding.

The cool, clear light cut into her eyes, like the gaze the woman used to give her in the past.

Cold and indifferent, like the perennial frost hanging high on a branch, devoid of any emotion.

Yet, it hadn’t been this way in the dwelling on Fish Donkey Peak, inside the sword box, or at the inn in Northern State.

The woman would kiss her eyes, her peach-blossom eyes swimming with passion, her voice soft when she was aroused, and her appearance captivating when she was drunk.

So Chu Zhao had believed that Si Jing was merely quiet, and as long as she was willing to become intimate with her, it meant she cared for her and wanted to be her wife.

But now, Si Jing no longer wanted to, nor did she like her anymore.

Was it because… she was just a fish demon?

Born in the desolate, cold mountains, no matter how hard she cultivated or how she disguised herself with the stunning features of an immortal cultivator, she was ultimately not human.

Chu Zhao recalled the various faces of the Xuanmen (Mystic Sect) people who had criticized Si Jing for actually forming a contract with a demon, disrupting the natural order, and being utterly defiled.

The woman, originally pure as snow and clear as a crystal vase, should have been perfectly matched if she had formed a contract with an immortal cultivator she was genuinely fond of.

They would travel the nine provinces together, help the world and eliminate evil, earning the envy and admiration of the world.

She shouldn’t have been entangled with a demon like her.

Chu Zhao curled up with her arms, suddenly feeling extremely humiliated by her current naked human form.

Her round eyes scarlet, she transformed back into her original form. Unwilling to let Si Jing see the ugly tail where scales had been gouged out, she quietly covered it with her dorsal fin and fled in panic.

Zhi Zhi would despise her for being ugly.

If only… she weren’t a demon.

Would Zhi Zhi then willingly form a contract with her?

The little red fish swiftly swam away from the crimson gauze curtain, leaving no trace behind.

The water surface was calm and flat, without a ripple.

Si Jing leaned down, picking up the dagger from the bedding, a trace of deeply hidden anguish flashing across her eyes.

Her lips were pale, and she gripped the sharp edge as if completely numb. Crimson dripped from her palm, dyeing the water and making it murky and turbulent.

A smooth, cool scale was embedded in the dagger’s hilt, reflecting the light from the water, crystal clear like jade.

Like the wronged, rosy eyes of the little fish when she looked at her.

The transmission feather hidden in her embrace had been silent since that day.

It seemed to truly be as Luo Yu had said that day—waiting for her to make her own choice.

Si Jing didn’t know how Luo Yu had noticed her.

In the past, she had only come to Northern State twice to participate in the Flower-Plucking Sword Trial. Aside from Bo Kunyao, whom she was relatively familiar with, she had followed her master Su Xue’s instructions, never showing off her abilities or making new acquaintances.

But after the intimacy with Chu Zhao that day, her spiritual power became unstable, and she was accidentally injured while out eliminating demons.

A wandering fog demon absorbed her blood, transforming into a blood demon and incessantly harassing her.

It was then that the foremost cultivator of the Xuan Xiu (Mystic Cultivation) today, the Pure-Washing Immortal, rumored to have reached the Deification Stage, appeared.

The sword technique was familiar, seemingly from the same lineage as hers.

The woman eliminated the demon with a single strike. Looking at her, her voice was gentle, calling her Yingzhi.

She also introduced herself as an acquaintance of Su Xue, and by custom, Si Jing could call her “Martial Aunt.”

Si Jing did not let down her guard.

Even though she felt that the noblewoman, who was clearly in a high position, did indeed look somewhat familiar.

…She seemed to have appeared repeatedly in her confused and hazy dreams, indistinct and difficult to recall.

Luo Yu handed her a transmission feather, saying that if there was a crisis, she could use it to summon disciples of Kunlun Xu to assist in vanquishing the demons.

She then perceived that Si Jing’s sea of consciousness was unusually chaotic, so she took the initiative to reach out and try to regulate it for her.

Her face, however, suddenly turned cold. She looked at Si Jing with a complex and indecipherable expression and said, “You actually formed a contract with a demon?”

Luo Yu backed away a few steps, straightening her robes in silence.

She raised her hand to summon the fish jade pendant scattered in the mist, stained with blood, and showed it to her. “This evil object was widely circulated in Eastern State before spreading to Northern State. Upon encountering blood, the host will self-destruct and die.”

“I observe a trace of demonic energy within it, which is notably similar to the aura lingering in your sea of consciousness.”

Luo Yu destroyed the blood jade, and the mist that enveloped the surroundings also dissipated.

The sky was about to dawn, revealing a blood moon.

She looked up, her voice compassionate, “Yingzhi, what is entangled with you is not some demon, but a demon skilled at pretense and disguise.”

“Do not let your Dao heart be unsettled.”

“You should be cultivating the Heartless Dao, shouldn’t you?”

Si Jing leaned back in the shell couch surrounded by rippling water, her long eyelashes lowered, gazing at her bloody and injured palm.

As a ripple swept over, the wound only gave a slight dull ache.

It was nowhere near the pain of that moment.

In the cave, when the little fish broke free from the ice silk, helplessly blocking the disgusted and scornful gazes of the crowd in front of her, she had actually gripped the dagger in her sleeve.

She wanted to gouge out the heart in the other party’s chest that had once made her heart flutter.

The wedding preparations that had been enthusiastically underway at the Great Water Pit recently ceased.

A’Xie (The Crab) guarded the entrance to the Great Water Pit, turning away countless demons who had come from the desolate mountains to witness the event. It chatted with A’Xia (The Shrimp), who was carefully stringing pearls and jade beads with its antennae.

“Those hateful immortal cultivators, they actually occupied Lord A’Chu’s soft shell couch!” It said indignantly. “Lord hasn’t closed her eyes for days, and her eyes are red from staying up late!”

A’Xia replied softly, “How could that be? I saw Lord A’Chu lift the gauze curtain and go in every night, sleeping on the same mat as her wife.”

A’Xie’s face subtly warmed. “C-Could it be… dual cultivation?”

It had never experienced such things and was inevitably shy and curious.

A’Xia was even more thin-skinned, stuttering for a long time without being able to explain anything.

It had only seen Chu Zhao transfer her demonic power to the injured woman who still retained her immortal aura. After that, it hadn’t dared to look further, afraid of being swallowed whole by the little fish in a fit of rage.

The two demons were chatting idly when, suddenly, sand and stones flew in the forest, shaking incessantly. Dead trees were uprooted and snapped, and demon birds scattered in panic, as if a colossal creature that had been dormant had awakened.

Clear pool water stirred up ripples that lingered for a long time.

After what seemed like an eternity, A’Xie was shaken until its crab roe was thoroughly mixed and its eyes were dizzy. It caught a glimpse of a tall figure with a dark complexion standing by the water’s edge.

Zhu Yin (Candle Dragon) lowered her head. The two dim dragon horns on her forehead vanished as her demonic power calmed. She narrowed her eyes, and her clear yellow vertical pupils looked at the crab and the shrimp by the pool.

The woman, who was quite intimidating when she didn’t smile, now pursed her lips, revealing a look of grievance that didn’t match her massive size.

She suddenly stooped down and awkwardly knelt. “Request to see, A’Chu.”

“Zhu Yin, wants to see… A’Chu!”

Inside the gauze curtain, Chu Zhao was sound asleep, resting her head on the woman’s forearm that was exposed outside the bedding.

Si Jing’s serious injuries had not healed these past few days. Chu Zhao could only sneak in while the other party was asleep to transfer demonic power to help her recover. After many days of being so careful, she was truly exhausted.

Vaguely, she felt someone touching her injured tail tip. It was itchy and tingling.

She instinctively curled her tail, trying to stop the perpetrator, but instead hooked around a segment of a slender, slightly cool finger bone.

The touch caused Chu Zhao to spasm all over, bringing up many uncomfortable and sticky memories.

She suddenly woke up, but her vision was filled with a snowy white lapel. Looking up, Si Jing was gazing at her with lowered eyelashes.

She held Chu Zhao in her palm, placing her on her softly rising and falling chest. Seeing that she seemed to be awake, Si Jing stiffened and lightly moved her gaze away. “…”

Chu Zhao tilted her head, her round eyes hazy. Having just woken up, her thoughts hadn’t quite caught up yet.

She suddenly remembered that she had secretly come to heal the woman, and now she had probably been discovered. She felt intensely ashamed, her gills burning, and immediately lifted the gauze curtain, attempting a hasty escape.

However, her tail tip was suddenly grabbed by the person behind her.

A delicate hand barred her way, gently circling her back and refusing to let her swim away.

Chu Zhao heard the woman speak, and it was a rare display of tenderness and softness. “If you’re injured, rest properly. Don’t tear open the wound.”

She froze in place, not daring to look back, but her heart pounded like a small drum, alternating between disappointment and sweetness.

Had Zhi Zhi already discovered that her tail had become ugly?

Feeling even more ashamed, but with her path blocked completely, Chu Zhao nudged Si Jing’s palm with her head, pretending to be angry. “Let go of A’Chu! A’Chu doesn’t want to stay here with the bad beauty!”

“But I hope you stay here,” Si Jing gently brought the little fish, who was thrashing around in her palm, back to her and spoke softly.

“That scale, the milky white layered with rouge, was it from three fingers down from your abdomen, near the tip of your tail? I… like it very much.” Chu Zhao’s tail tip quietly curled up, her gills were terribly hot, and she was so shy she buried herself in the woman’s palm without a sound.

She herself had never kept count, so how did Si Jing remember it?

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