After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 50

Snow light flashed.

Si Jing’s sleeve blade drew a sharp edge, striking at the seductive and eerie woman close at hand.

Gui Ji tapped her toes lightly, her figure receding swiftly like a phantom into the distance, her deep-black robes billowing.

Her face was shrouded in shadow, her gaze flowing, appearing like a funerary flower on the verge of breaking in a swamp.

“Ah Jing, acting like this, aren’t you showing favoritism?” She instantly appeared behind Si Jing, her voice carrying a sense of loss, yet her killing intent was identical to Si Jing’s.

“In the past, you enjoyed Zhaozhao so many times. Amidst the intimacy, did you ever pay attention to me?”

So much so that Chu Zhao only called out “Zhi Zhi,” actually viewing her as a flood or a beast.

Si Jing’s mind wavered, and the delicate maiden of congealed blood mist in her arms instantly dissipated.

The uncomfortable, unresolved sensation stained the corners of her eyes with crimson. She bit her lip, about to turn and stab, but the person behind her stroked her cheek with an icy fingertip.

“You and I, should let Zhaozhao decide for herself, shouldn’t we?”

Gui Ji’s lips curled up, pressing her voice extremely low, “Let’s see if she’ll choose an emotionless person who pierced her chest, or…”

“The one who accompanied her for thousands of years, and is familiar with all her points of pleasure.”

Demonic energy turned into a cold, tempered dagger. The woman casually picked it up and, catching Si Jing off guard, suddenly lunged towards her heart.

Eyes lowered, her tone was soft, “Too bad, a heartless person, how can they deserve to be by Zhaozhao’s side.”

Si Jing’s face was pale. She restrained Gui Ji’s unnaturally cold wrist. Demonic energy and spiritual power clashed within her body, causing a crimson flicker in her eyes.

She urgently mobilized the stagnant spiritual power of her Ice Spiritual Root, instantly shattering the deep-black clad woman’s protective demonic energy and tightly constricting her meridians.

“…Zhaozhao doesn’t know you exist; she only sees you as a nightmare,” she weakly uttered.

“And you, are nothing more than my Heart Demon.”

After falling into demonhood, Si Jing could easily sense that her former clarity and self-restraint were slowly fading.

In the past, she wouldn’t fabricate illusions to satisfy her unbearable private desires, nor would she become entangled with an irrelevant Heart Demon.

Gui Ji, hearing this, actually chuckled, “Hmm? You actually think I am your Heart Demon?”

She had taken a potentially fatal blow, yet it didn’t show on her face. She easily retreated a few steps, folded her sleeves, and her smile was languid, “Neither knowing what the Immersed Silence Sea looked like a thousand years ago, nor understanding my origin, Ah Jing, you are truly naive now.”

The dagger embedded in Si Jing’s chest dissolved into pure demonic energy, integrating into her meridians and assimilating all her previous spiritual power.

Bones re-fused, wounds healed. The terrifying scars incurred since entering the Immersed Silence Sea were instantly and silently smoothed over.

“This is the gift I give you,” the woman curved her lips, “If you die easily, Zhaozhao would probably be sad.”

Moreover…

Gui Ji looked up, gazing at the turbulent Sea of Consciousness.

The person before her had formed a contract with Zhaozhao. Currently, that faint connection hadn’t broken.

Her intrusion here had unexpectedly revealed the truth.

No wonder Si Jing had insisted on lingering in the Immersed Silence Sea for so long, not hesitating to sacrifice herself by falling into demonhood, just to find Chu Zhao’s remnant soul.

The little red fish whose demon core she had personally witnessed being gouged out was, at this very moment, still alive.

Gui Ji’s smile was desolate and fragile, her gaze deeply infatuated. She placed her hand on her chest, her face obscured by the encroaching blood mist.

She will find Zhaozhao.

After successfully coaxing Zhaozhao into a contract with her, it wouldn’t be too late to personally kill Si Jing then.

Silence returned to her ears, with no other sounds.

Si Jing was immersed alone in the warm Sea of Consciousness. Her breathing was rapid. Injected with Gui Ji’s immense demonic energy, her muscles and bones were now hot, her whole body scorching and weak.

The intense lust that had been forcefully suppressed earlier surged back into her mind.

The demonic nature is inherently lustful.

In the past few days, wandering the Immersed Silence Sea, she had watched the other demons with cold eyes, but never expected that she, too, would experience this day.

The always cool and restrained person now had a look in her eyes as if smudged with diluted rouge. She struggled to bite her lip, but merely squeezed the paleness of her lips into a faint, dark crimson.

Black hair drifted on the water’s surface. Si Jing’s neck, washed by the bloody water, was smooth and slender, yet her throat bobbed subtly.

Her arms felt empty, yet she still wanted… to tightly embrace that soft, snow-like body.

Preferably skin-to-skin, feeling the maiden’s damp tremors, and leaning down, she could kiss the delicate flush that spread across the other’s skin when the tide of passion swelled.

Even if it was just an illusion formed by blood mist.

“Zhaozhao,” her voice was like crushed jade, holding a thin layer of mist.

Unfortunately, she had only recently fallen into demonhood, and her control over the blood mist was far inferior to Gui Ji’s.

Moreover, that woman who disgusted her, had used some unknown method, and the blood mist now found it difficult to transform back into the image of the person she longed for in her heart.

Unsatisfied for a long time, the internal heat surged violently. Si Jing’s eyelashes lowered, and a sequence of wetness actually crossed her cheek.

The corners of her eyes were crimson, and she lightly closed them.

Unable to find satisfaction, and unable to manipulate the blood mist, she had no choice but to use the dimness of her vision to imagine Chu Zhao’s appearance.

Imagining that drunken night, the maiden boldly pressed her down onto the bed in the dimly lit, unlit inn, her eyes filled with shyness, her voice soft, saying she wanted to tease her.

Her body was slender and soft, yet she couldn’t untie her clothes, only knowing to lightly rub her face against her chest.

“…Zhaozhao.” Si Jing moaned, unable to restrain herself, never having been so indulgent.

“Zhaozhao.”

Water rippled, creating circular waves.

The woman, as transcendent and beautiful as a lotus, her neck flushed, the corners of her eyes tear-stained, reached a peak in self-gratification.

The demonic energy deepened in her eyes. As she awoke, her fingers curled, as if wanting to confine the illusion in her embrace.

And on the day Green Jade Peak was infected by demonic energy, it was the same.

She held the light, small red fish in her palm, seeing the dark red flow from its abdomen. The blood-stained dagger was cast aside beside her.

That dagger, which Luo Yu had enchanted with a Soul-Shattering spell, could cause demons to disperse both their soul and spirit.

In the blink of an eye, the little fish, stripped of its demon core, had its soul shatter into countless light fragments she couldn’t salvage.

The tide of passion receded, and cold tears slipped down her face, falling into the churning, restless Sea of Consciousness.

It was she… who had personally gouged out Zhaozhao’s demon core.

After nightfall at Yaoguang Marsh, the moonlight was like water.

Chu Zhao slept in the gently rocking small boat. Overhanging lotus leaves were full of water droplets, which lightly struck the boat as it drifted, scattering wet, crystal beads all over her skirt.

Her eyelids were heavy. Always accustomed to ease and relaxation, she still wished to sleep by the sound of the water. Turning over, she unexpectedly fell into a soft embrace.

Huai Lang was still in her familiar goose-yellow dress, her head slightly tilted, her face appearing somewhat soft in the dim light.

At close range, she pinched Chu Zhao’s cheek, “Why are you sleeping here? I heard from the clansmen that Lord Zhaozhao wanted to find me to forge a sword, but waited in your room for a long time and couldn’t find you.”

Chu Zhao opened her eyes. After watching the little fish practice swordplay, she had napped on a small boat for a while. How did she wake up and it was already night!

Unwilling to admit the fact that she had overslept, she suddenly sat up, hugged herself, her eyes flickering, “I, I just didn’t want to go back to sleep, this place is so cool.”

The soft, warm body in her embrace quickly withdrew. Huai Lang’s knuckles curled slightly in her sleeve.

But it didn’t show on her face. She sat up, raised her eyes, and casually scanned the person whose cheek was flushed before her, feigning appraisal.

Then, she laid out several swords from her storage bag, smiling, “I brought them all over. If you want to learn the sword, Zhaozhao, come and choose one you like, how about it?”

Although Huai Lang didn’t hold a significant position within the clan, only bearing the nominal title of a high-ranking clan elder, within the Nine Provinces, everyone knew the sword-forging skill of Lord Huai Lang of the Eastern Province.

The swords flowing out of Yaoguang Marsh were all of high quality. People scrambled for them; they were priceless.

Chu Zhao touched the several swords before her and, sure enough, was attracted by the most ostentatiously decorated one, “A Lang, your craftsmanship is so good!”

Cradling the heavy sword, the sparkle of pearls and jade stones made her face radiant. She bent her eyes, pouting playfully, “I want this one! Can I, can I?”

The little fish once again collapsed softly into her embrace. Huai Lang’s body paused slightly. She wrapped her arm around her waist, speaking gently, “Of course, you can.”

These were all specially forged by her for Chu Zhao.

Chu Zhao seemed unaware that her body was now long and her appearance charming and alluring. She looked up at her for a long time, then suddenly, chu kissed the other’s chin.

“A Lang, your heart is beating so fast! Your neck is also hot.” She reached to touch the dragon horn on the woman’s forehead, “Are you sick?”

The small boat immediately rocked incessantly, splashing water. Huai Lang’s eyelashes trembled violently, and she instinctively dodged backward in confusion.

If her dragon horn were touched, with the purity of Chu Zhao’s bloodline, she would likely even read her innermost thoughts.

Chu Zhao only felt a white mist suddenly spread before her eyes. Holding the sword, she looked around in confusion. The woman in the goose-yellow dress vanished in the blink of an eye.

In its place, the small boat was gently nudged up at one corner by a massive creature.

She clung to the edge of the boat and looked over. A beautiful fish-dragon, entirely clear yellow with scales like thin jade, was lying in the pool. Its horns were slender, its eyelashes lowered, and its pupils held a watery mist, not daring to look directly at her.

“A Lang?” Chu Zhao’s eyes visibly brightened, “Your true form is so beautiful!”

The Fish-Dragon clan never easily revealed their true form to others, considering it a disgrace. This was the first time she had seen Huai Lang in this appearance.

She was completely unlike what Bei Yue had said—she wasn’t an old fish-dragon who had lived for over a thousand years!

Huai Lang seemed embarrassed by the praise. Her long tail swayed back and forth, making the water of the pool shimmer with golden light.

She nudged Chu Zhao’s fingertips with her soft head, signaling her to climb onto her back and grasp the dorsal fin.

Chu Zhao’s heart thumped.

Although she had also lived for a hundred years and was no longer an ignorant little fish fry in the pond, she found it hard to resist the temptation of a beautiful fish-dragon willingly lowering its head before her.

Cautiously climbing up, Huai Lang immediately broke the water and soared into the faint clouds, her posture graceful and expansive.

The breeze whistled in her ears. Everything in Yaoguang Marsh became dim and blurry. Chu Zhao hugged the feather-like soft fins beneath her, which were half her body length, and happily hummed a tune.

Unused to the silence, she held Huai Lang’s neck and gently asked, “A Lang, why aren’t you speaking?”

Huai Lang felt somewhat burdened. After a moment of awkwardness, she spoke in a low voice, “In my true form, my voice… is quite unpleasant. Does Zhaozhao still like it?”

Her voice was mixed with a muffled resonance, indeed not the clear female voice she had in her human form.

Chu Zhao pressed her cheek against her, rubbing lightly as if to comfort her, “Of course not.”

“I really like A Lang.”

The surroundings immediately shook violently again. She was rocked dizzy by the fish-dragon beneath her, whimpering uncomfortably a few times, then softly collapsed onto the jade-like golden scales, looking listless.

She… she was dizzy from the dragon ride.

Then she heard Huai Lang’s voice, very close and very soft, “…Really?”

Chu Zhao couldn’t speak. She felt as though the entire Yaoguang Marsh had flipped over, submerged in the pool water, making it difficult for her to breathe no matter how she struggled.

The surroundings gradually quieted. She seemed to be embraced again by the goose-yellow figure who had returned to human form. She smelled a faint scent of osmanthus near her nose.

In her memory, she had never been this close to Huai Lang. It turned out that the fish-dragon, usually unrestrained but showing tenderness only in subtle ways, also used incense.

And the scent was one she liked.

A hand, wet with the cool pool water, rested on her forehead.

“Zhaozhao? Is your injury still not healed? You must have caught a chill again. I’ll call a healer… Forget it, I’ll take you back to your room.” The woman was flustered with worry and started to fuss again.

The Fish-Dragon clan had been dwindling for the past century, and it was uncertain how many small fish fries could successfully transform into fish-dragons. It was late at night, and aside from them, there were few other figures in the vast marsh.

Chu Zhao was picked up by Huai Lang who held her by the waist.

She vaguely kicked her legs a few times, still a little disoriented, and then slumped softly back into the woman’s embrace.

Out of the corner of her eye, she occasionally saw the shadows of a few late-sleeping small fish in the water, covering themselves with lotus leaves, curiously peeking at them.

“Little fish shouldn’t be looking at this!” Chu Zhao pretended to look fierce, startling the water on the edge of the pool into ripples.

But while she longed for the matter of contracting with a Dao Companion, she only had a vague understanding of it.

Chu Zhao then recalled the exquisitely beautiful immortal cultivator mentioned by the fish-dragon elder during the day.

After much coaxing, the elder handed her a Soul-Recording Pearl.

It contained a sword test of Si Jing’s from the Northern Province Sword Trial five years ago.

The woman was tall, her brows lowered, dressed in clean, ethereal snowy-white robes. When she wielded her sword, the blade reflected her clear peach blossom eyes. Her long eyelashes were dense, and her beauty was breathtakingly stunning.

Like a handful of fine, soft frost, slowly invading her heart.

“What are you thinking about, Zhaozhao?” Huai Lang asked beside her ear.

Chu Zhao shifted her gaze. Under the moonlight, her eyelashes were like fans, casting small shadows beneath her beautiful face.

“N-nothing at all.”

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