After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 49

The water murmured, flowing beneath a skirt that was like the morning glow.

Chu Zhao bent down to scoop up a handful of water. The faint shimmering light reflected on her face, and the words in her ears seemed to blur into the ripples of the clear water.

“It is probably a good thing that Senior Sister Zhao Zhao does not recognize her,” the Fish-Dragon Senior’s voice was gentle, indulging her momentary distraction.

“Zhongzhou was invaded and fell due to demonic energy. Si Jing was born in Yunshuijian on the Emerald Green Peak, which was massacred by demon blood. It is said that after this incident, her temperament changed drastically; she became taciturn and unruly.”

“Her trip to the Immersion Sea this time was originally to retrieve the scattered souls of her sect members at the boundary of life and death. But for some unknown reason, she has been stationed in the Demon Den, massacring for three days, refusing to leave.”

“I have never seen such a person of exceptional nature, so upright and pure as that immortal cultivator. It is only a pity that, having been infected by demonic energy, she is probably no longer the same as she once was,” the Fish-Dragon’s voice held regret.

Chu Zhao tilted her head, listening quietly.

The image of an ordinary immortal cultivator in a Taoist robe and wielding a long sword appeared before her eyes.

She had lived in Yaoguang Marsh for a long time and had not seen many Xuanmen immortal cultivators, nor could she imagine what kind of otherworldly appearance Si Jing possessed.

A curiosity, like a spreading current of water, surged in her heart.

Chu Zhao wrapped her arms around the Fish-Dragon Senior’s arm, “Senior, why would she stay in such a terrifying place?”

The space in the Immersion Sea is chaotic, sealing countless remnants of Demon Venerables. The seawater corrodes flesh and bone, and the blood mist devours vitality. Even if entrants are not devoured by the demons, over time, they will lose their sanity and fall into demonhood.

Even a single bite from a demon is excruciatingly painful, not to mention a mortal’s body of flesh and blood.

“Some say that Si Jing is not there to collect the remnant souls of her sect members,” the Fish-Dragon sighed softly, “but to look for a fish demon.”

“A fish demon… with whom she was once bonded.”

Chu Zhao listened with great interest, tightening her embrace on the Fish-Dragon Senior’s arm. “What did the fish demon look like? Was she beautiful? Did Si Jing like her?”

Her eyelashes fluttered lightly; she was very expectant, wanting to hear more stories that were not in the storybooks.

The Fish-Dragon looked at her indulgently. “The fish demon is probably no longer in this world.”

“The fish demon was rumored to be the reincarnation of… and was hunted down by the combined efforts of the Xuanmen sects.” She closed her eyes for a moment, her expression complex.

She held some reverence for that name, but due to a secret decree of her clan, she could not utter the two words “Jiang Yun”.

Chu Zhao tilted her head in confusion. “The reincarnation of ‘wu wu’?”

The Senior’s mouth seemed to be suddenly glued shut with honey, and she didn’t hear clearly.

“It’s the reincarnation of that person,” the Fish-Dragon picked up her hand and wrote the two characters on her soft palm.

“Si Jing personally killed the fish demon, eliminated the disaster of the blood jade in Beizhou, and earned the praise of the Xuanmen. As a sword cultivator who also practices the Path of Ruthlessness, she was supposed to do so.”

“Bad person.” Chu Zhao’s voice suddenly lowered. She swung her small legs sullenly, splashing water at the edge of the pond.

“She’s a bad person who kills fish. A-Chu doesn’t want to know her.”

She had wanted to see how captivating the woman’s appearance was, and also had the idea of learning the Xuanmen sword techniques, but upon hearing the words “personally killed,” her chest felt very heavy.

Even if she didn’t have a dao-companion, she knew that one should be a lifelong, exclusive couple with their bonded partner.

Are all people who cultivate the Path of Ruthlessness like this?

Soon she cast the “bad beauty” to the back of her mind. Chu Zhao suddenly remembered the two words “Jiang Yun” and was extremely curious.

“But, what bad things did ‘wu wu’ do that made all the Xuanmen want to kill her?”

The Fish-Dragon Senior looked gently at the person in front of her.

Her appearance was exquisite and charming, yet she was like a blank sheet of paper, her apricot eyes clear, which reminded her of a newly hatched, crimson little fish fry.

“That person… was the Demon Venerable from a hundred years ago,” she spoke softly.

“She massacred the Buddhist lands, destroyed the ancient dragon clan, committed countless acts of murder, was punished by the heavenly lightning tribulation, and finally perished by her own sword, Gui Ji, her heart dug out, and her spirit completely annihilated.”

Gui Ji? Such a familiar sword name.

Chu Zhao thought for a long time, but the specific situation remained vague.

She was used to her poor memory and didn’t take it to heart, only expressing her wish:

“I also really want to have my own sword. I’ll go ask A-Lang to forge one for me right now. It must be shiny!”

The Fish-Dragon Senior smiled upon hearing her words. “I am sure Lord Huailang will listen to Senior Sister Zhao Zhao’s wish.”

The blood sea was turbid and turbulent, with churning waves.

The area around the Immersion Sea was dim, making it difficult to distinguish day from night. All that met the eye were shrieking, struggling, and sinking demons, with phantom shadows everywhere.

A tall figure submerged into the water, gradually moving further away, her robes soaked with fresh blood.

Si Jing held her sword, and countless demons died under the snowy sword light.

Yet, within a few breaths, they were resurrected, dragging her down continuously, to merge into the chaotic Demon Den.

The woman lowered her eyes numbly, then propped herself up with her sword.

Her finger bones were pale, gripping a wisp of demonic energy that was about to dissipate. Her voice was slightly hoarse. “Have you ever seen… Zhao Zhao?”

The demon’s voice was rough and unpleasant.

It mocked her for being so upright and pure, like the moon in the clouds, yet she had fallen to the point of asking a formless demon like it for help in finding someone.

Si Jing tightened her grip, and the demon instantly burst apart at her fingertips, its screams shrill.

Her face was expressionless, she withdrew her gaze indifferently, and a splash of crimson landed on her cheek, like a bizarre red stamen blooming in the snow.

She looked around; the blood sea was silent.

This was the last demon with considerable intelligence that could speak and answer her.

The others had been completely annihilated by her.

The gloomy moon overhead was dim, and the churning waves almost submerged her chest.

In the nearly congealed bloody water, Si Jing found a slightly protruding reef and sat down to conceal her presence.

Her robes were completely dyed the color of the Immersion Sea, and her body was corroded by the bloody water, with white bone likely exposed.

But she… could not feel the pain.

She was just thinking that if the little fish’s soul was wandering here and saw her in a crimson outfit, she would surely be delighted.

Would she blush, call out “Zhi Zhi” in a crisp voice, transform into a soft little fish, and curl up in her palm?

Si Jing’s breathing was short, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Her palm was empty, with only the chaotic water waves surging.

“You personally dug out her demon core.”

A woman with crimson lips and eyes like polished lacquer, identical in appearance to her, materialized from the blood mist in front of her. Yet, her voice was full of seduction.

“If you want her to live, you… should perish.”

An icy, snake-tongue-like hand covered Si Jing’s cheek, moving gently, and pressed against a dagger on her chest.

Si Jing picked up the dagger; the smooth scales on the handle lightly chafed her palm.

She lowered her eyes in a daze, and the tip of the blade slowly sank into her left chest.

Blood was dripping profusely, and a chill instantly permeated her body.

Si Jing still remembered that Chu Zhao was most afraid of the cold.

The delicate little fish disliked water that was too cold, and also disliked the year-round snow and the frigid mountain wind of Emerald Green Peak, always craving that little bit of warmth inside her clothes.

When the little red fish, full of longing, transformed into human form and burrowed into her arms, only to have her chest pierced through, was she also trembling like she was now?

Although she was a demon, she had only lived for a little over a hundred years and was even afraid of lightning-strike talismans. She must… also have been afraid of pain.

Gui Ji narrowed her eyes nearby, her lips curling up subtly.

She enjoyed watching the high and mighty, once otherworldly woman, who was like the moon in the clouds, her eyes losing focus, actually giving rise to thoughts of self-destruction.

The next moment, however, she was suddenly gripped by the neck.

Si Jing held the dagger, blood spilling from the corners of her lips. Her appearance was frail, but her voice was extraordinarily calm. “…Then what about you?”

“Following me here, aren’t you also trying to find Zhao Zhao?”

“Gui Ji.”

The woman seemed oblivious to the pain, slowly pulling the dagger out of her chest. Her face grew paler, and she lowered her eyes to examine the dripping crimson.

She had no heart; how could she dig out something that could match Zhao Zhao’s soft demon core?

Si Jing had tried ever since the little fish demon’s fragmented consciousness scattered into light and vanished from her palm.

Again and again, she plunged the dagger inlaid with tail scales into her own chest. The pain gradually turned into numbness, yet she could not die.

She couldn’t even die in martyrdom for Zhao Zhao.

Si Jing bowed her head, her shoulders shaking, and a hint of crimson appeared in her eyes.

She looked at the dagger in her hand for a long time. The corners of her lips twitched nervously. Suddenly, without mercy, she stabbed it into the chest of the blood mist-formed Gui Ji.

The woman formed of blood mist, identical to her in face, immediately dissipated, flowing through her palm like gauze.

When Gui Ji reappeared, she was unscathed and moved a few steps closer to Si Jing.

“You want to kill me?” The woman’s laughter was pleasant, her voice similar to hers, but with a hint of casual disdain. “But what does it matter to you that I’ve come to find Zhao Zhao?”

“A heartless person should not be alive in this world. Moreover, the one who killed Zhao Zhao was always just you.”

She pressed the cold, snow-like person against the reef, her eyes dark. Finally, she could not suppress the hatred and malice in her heart. “How dare you, how dare you…”

“She treated you like that, almost offering her heart to you. How dare you use the dagger she gave you to gouge out her demon core?”

Si Jing looked at Gui Ji without flinching or speaking.

Gui Ji, surprisingly, saw the same crimson demonic energy in those clear, cold eyes as she had in herself.

But it was suppressed extremely well, so much so that even though she was now disheveled and in distress, she still maintained the appearance of the immortal cultivator that Gui Ji hated to the core.

She let out a low sneer. “Are you… the same as me?”

To have already become a demon is far too hypocritical.

The path of the Ruthless Sword cultivated by Si Jing was utterly destroyed, the pain must be unbearable, not to mention that after falling to demonhood, she was still able to employ the Xuanmen sword techniques, which was akin to self-torture.

A cold, frost-laced sword intent swept past, scattering Gui Ji’s body, which was condensed from blood mist.

This was one of countless times Gui Ji had appeared in the past three days.

From tricking her that Chu Zhao was dead to persuading her to commit suicide.

Si Jing stood up and tidied her robes.

Her peach-blossom eyes slightly closed, the bizarre demonic pattern within them flashed and disappeared. She sat in silent meditation, restoring her usual cold and aloof appearance.

However, she was no longer able to clear her mind and calm her spirit as she used to.

Within her Sea of Consciousness, the clear and tranquil ice lake was gone, replaced by a dense, boundless sea of blood.

The demonic energy in the Sea of Consciousness gradually coalesced into the form of a delicate, fair-skinned girl, who was surrounded by heavy blood mist, fleeing in panic.

She finally crashed into Si Jing’s embrace, her voice wet and soft, “Zhi, Zhi Zhi… I finally found you.”

Si Jing hugged Chu Zhao’s water-like, fragile body, kissed away the moisture in the other’s eyes, and sank with her into the warm, floating water.

She heard the throbbing in the girl’s chest, thump, thump, thump.

It was like the beat of a small drum, or a newborn, naive deer, filled with admiration for her.

“Zhao Zhao, don’t be afraid.” Her tone was unconsciously gentle, a tenderness even she found unfamiliar. “I am here.”

Yet, she knew she was just a bad person deceiving an ignorant fish demon.

Based on memory, she delved deep into the territory that the other party could not resist, releasing the long-suppressed desire she had held since entering the Immersion Sea.

The little fish was always exceptionally innocent at this moment, yet she never resisted what Si Jing did.

The cool, slippery fish tail wrapped around her hand, her cheeks flushed, and her clothes were pushed into folds by the waves. A small cinnabar mole on her collarbone was particularly noticeable.

She let out a soft moan, as if she wanted to retreat backward, avoiding the scorching breath and the gentle nibbling in front of her.

“Zhao Zhao is unwilling?” Si Jing’s voice softened slightly, containing just the right amount of dejection.

Chu Zhao immediately grew anxious, taking her hand, utterly bashful. “I am willing… Zhi Zhi, you, ungh…”

Having received the desired answer, she could no longer restrain herself. She leaned in and kissed the slightly wet, light pink lips.

Si Jing knew the girl liked her weak and tender appearance. Whenever this happened, she would always shed many little fish.

Moreover, this was a fleeting illusion she created with the blood mist in her Sea of Consciousness.

Zhao Zhao would only love her.

As the other person’s tears flowed, the hand grabbing her clothes loosened and weakened. Si Jing held the person in her arms even tighter.

It had been a long time since she had felt that trembling sensation.

The reason she could endure for days, or even longer, alone in the Immersion Sea was that every time she meditated and recuperated, all that reappeared in her mind was Chu Zhao in the throes of passion.

It was like drinking poison to quench a thirst.

Even when she opened her eyes, all she saw were constantly regenerating demons and the endlessly churning sea of blood.

No demon knew Chu Zhao’s whereabouts; she couldn’t even find a single fragment of her soul.

The little fish was probably already dead.

She had not reincarnated, nor did she wish to leave a single trace for Si Jing to find out.

Si Jing’s long lashes were wet. When she opened her eyes, they were still subtly trembling, wanting to send the warm, long-desired person in her arms to the climax.

But unexpectedly, she met a familiar pair of peach-blossom eyes.

Gui Ji looked at her with a smiling face, her eyes filled with blood mist. Her slender, pale hand wrapped around Chu Zhao’s trembling waist.

Lowering her eyes, she kissed the cinnabar mark on the girl.

As if to provoke, she called out softly, “Zhao Zhao, do you still like it?”

The girl was condensed from blood mist and was originally an illusion. She couldn’t distinguish between the two extremely similar voices.

Following Si Jing’s wishes, she sobbed sweetly, “I like it, I like it…”

Si Jing’s lips were pale. She lowered her eyes, a chilling killing intent permeating them.

“Get out.”

Gui Ji advanced instead of retreating.

She leaned into Si Jing’s ear, the end of her sentence rising in pitch. “The upright and pure Senior Sister of Yunshuijian is actually having intimate relations with a figment of her imagination in her Sea of Consciousness.”

“Why don’t you bring me along?”

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