After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 46.2

For a moment, the thought of fleeing vanished, and Si Jing did not speak again. She stayed coiled in the familiar palm for a long time, ultimately unable to suppress the burning, surging emotions in her heart.

She peeked out and quietly swam toward the woman who was lying gracefully on her back, shyly nestling into the crook of her neck.

She wanted to ask if Si Jing still wanted to marry her and become her wife.

If she didn’t want to, why did she still care about her?

But suddenly, there was a chaotic noise outside the sleeping chamber, the water became murky, and it seemed a demon had forcefully intruded.

Outside the layers of crimson gauze curtains, a massive figure stood still.

Looking closely, her chest rose and fell dramatically, seeming to indicate highly unstable emotions.

Chu Zhao held a corner of the gauze curtain in her mouth and peered out.

Zhu Yin clenched her fists, looking in this direction. The demon, whose appearance was already not very graceful, even somewhat rough, now had an unhappy expression. Her pair of quite intimidating eyes, currently shimmering with a slight tremor of tears, surprisingly revealed a hint of despondency.

“A’Chu, A’Chu…” she suddenly called out softly.

Her gaze shifted toward the slender, fragile figure inside the gauze curtain, and unconcealed, heavy hostility and fierce energy surfaced in her eyes.

Si Jing also heard the sound, propped herself up, and her gaze followed the little red fish.

Seeing Zhu Yin’s vertical pupils, her lips tightened, betraying no emotion.

She was indeed of the Ancient Dragon race.

Yet, for some unknown reason, her mind was not fully developed, and her cultivation realm was not as terrifying as described in ancient texts, where they could summon clouds and rain with a flip of the hand. A thousand years ago, a dragon of pure bloodline could rival dozens of Deification Stage cultivators. This one, however, was only approaching the Core Formation stage.

“Stupid dragon, what are you doing here!” Chu Zhao guiltily glanced back at Si Jing, then fluttered forward, angrily flicking her tail at Zhu Yin.

“I didn’t invite you to my wedding with my wife!”

“Wife, wedding…?” Zhu Yin blushed, but it was unclear whether it was because Chu Zhao was close or because she had been slapped on the cheek.

She pondered for a while, seeming not to understand what the little fish was saying, and gave up after much deliberation.

She then stared at Si Jing, who was indifferent and had clear, cool features nearby, and immediately clenched her fists.

Remembering the purpose of her trip, Zhu Yin cupped the little fish in her broad, dark palm and anxiously said, “Ah’Chu, danger, run, together…”

She hid the struggling little red fish in her clothes, ignoring the teeth marks on her hand, and turned, eager to leave.

A beam of shining white sword light suddenly pressed against her neck.

Si Jing stood three steps behind Zhu Yin, gripping the sword hilt, her voice weak and cold.

“Stop.”

“Though I don’t know what danger you speak of, but… release her.”

Chu Zhao was suffocating from the pressure. Vaguely hearing the woman protecting her, she mustered all her strength to break free from the confining embrace.

She swam into Si Jing’s embrace, glared at Zhu Yin, and spoke puffily, “Bad dragon, you’re not allowed to mess up my cave dwelling!”

Zhu Yin stood frozen, lowering her head and clenching her fists, repeating in a low murmur, “A’Chu, danger…”

She didn’t understand why Chu Zhao was so indulgent toward a Xuanmen immortal cultivator.

She had been settled in the desolate mountain for years, rarely waking up. Even when she opened her eyes, she was always captivated by the little red fish appearing in the mountain stream pool, reluctant to blink.

But Chu Zhao hadn’t returned for several months.

The noisy demon sparrows in the mountain chirped and mocked her, saying the little fish had gone to find the object of her gratitude and would never return.

Zhu Yin didn’t believe it.

She stubbornly checked the pool every day for ripples, brought the most delicate lotus flowers blooming in the distance to decorate it, and collected mealworms to sprinkle on the water.

But instead, she saw the scene underwater where red silk was laid out and many demons were busy preparing for a contract ceremony.

Zhu Yin was incredibly unwilling.

She lay prone in the mountains, gazing longingly at the pool, wanting to know who the little fish was enamored with.

It turned out to be a pale and frail immortal cultivator.

Her appearance was indeed refined and beautiful, but the short blade hidden in her sleeve, the sword she carried, and the many magical artifacts stored in her storage bag were clearly things that would harm demons.

Not to mention the feather hidden in her embrace—it was a Xuanmen evil object that would emit a blinding light to lure immortal cultivators to come and wipe them out.

Zhu Yin still remembered how her invulnerable dragon scales were once scorched and melted by a group of immortal cultivators, leaving her with no escape and in unbearable pain.

And when she opened her eyes today, dense figures of the Xuanmen had already appeared in the distance.

Thinking of this, fear arose in Zhu Yin’s heart, and she gripped the sword pressed against her neck.

She strained to walk toward Chu Zhao, clumsy and frantic, speaking incoherently, “Run, A’Chu… danger!”

The raw, cold spiritual energy permeated her, causing her skin to crack and bleed profusely.

Si Jing’s grip loosened slightly.

Across the turbulent water, she saw Zhu Yin biting her teeth tightly, her clear yellow eyes filled with murky tears, exceptionally stubborn.

Chu Zhao felt a little unbearable, and quickly swam to the front of the massive woman.

She used her soft fins to cover the bleeding wound, told the stunned A’Xie and A’Xia next to her to escort her away, and anxiously reminded her in a clear voice, “Stupid dragon, you’re bleeding!”

But precisely at this moment, the deep pool suddenly shook, and the water surged.

The noise in her ears was overwhelming, and she only heard the sound of sword energy entering the water, and blood instantly stained her vision red.

The fragile, un-transformed little fish and shrimp next to her were instantly separated from their heads and bodies, without even time to let out a cry.

A’Xie, who had led Zhu Yin in, suddenly opened its eyes wide, its body convulsed, a crimson stream flowed from its abdomen, and its crab claws lost all strength. “…Lord A’Chu?”

It didn’t realize what was happening to itself, only felt the scene before its eyes blur, as if it was about to fall asleep. Reaching out to its side, A’Xia, who always hid behind it, was also nowhere to be seen, only a cloud of blood mist remained.

Chu Zhao stood frozen, at a loss, staring blankly at everything.

The cave dwelling was sliced open by the sharp sword energy attacking from above the water surface, instantly falling apart into ruins.

Unfamiliar or familiar screams filled her ears endlessly.

The water was stained with the smell of blood, rushing into her gills, making her feel suffocated and nauseous.

Before she could turn back to look at Si Jing, she was protected by the nearby, transformed-into-original-form Zhu Yin with her claw, and suddenly burst out of the water, leaping into the air to look down at the desolate mountain scene.

Xuanmen immortal cultivators in azure and white Daoist robes landed on swords around the desolate mountain, holding magical artifacts or swords, setting up a crushing array that enveloped the entire deep forest.

The one leading them was a woman whose robes fluttered, her arm draped with a crimson sash, and a snowy white feather fastened at her waist.

Luo Yu held an apricot blossom branch, its petals fallen, stained with blood and mud. She looked down, her face showing compassion.

But slowly, she lifted the corner of her lips.

Chu Zhao heard Zhu Yin let out a painful, hoarse scream. She was sliced by a flash of emerald sword light too fast to see clearly, losing scales and flesh, yet she still did her best to protect Chu Zhao.

She was helpless and frantic. Prying open the dragon’s claw, she looked down.

Pang Xie, whom she hadn’t seen since returning to the desolate mountain, had his demon core gouged out by an immortal cultivator for protecting her as she left.

Haidai was fighting desperately, but was also cut into two pieces.

In a brief few breaths, the entire desolate mountain transformed into a sea of blood.

“Wife.” Chu Zhao was stunned, mumbling the call. “…Wife?”

She didn’t understand why this was happening.

She had brought back many treasures from outside the desolate mountain, but hadn’t had time to give them to her other wives to please them.

She was too eager, having put all her thoughts into Si Jing.

Afraid the woman would be anxious waiting, afraid the woman would stop liking her just because she was a demon.

Just a moment ago, she still thought she would soon marry Zhi Zhi.

But before the wedding dress could even be finished, to see how the woman looked wearing it, why had the desolate mountain, where she had lived for over a hundred years, turned into this?

Fresh blood rained down before her, pouring like a heart-stopping nightmare.

Separated by a curtain of blood mist, Chu Zhao caught sight of a snowy white figure slowly emerging from the deep pool.

The figure was slender, holding a sword, immaculate and unstained, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding scene of horror.

However, fastened to her waist was a feather, identical to the ones worn by the azure and white robed immortal cultivators.

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