After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 51.2

Unlike the pearl chain wrapped around her wrist now, which seemed to want to bind her tightly, making it impossible to struggle free.

But who was that person…?

Wasn’t it Luo Yu, who was currently standing before her?

Chu Zhao was momentarily lost in thought but was encircled by an arm around her waist and brought into an embrace.

She felt Luo Yu’s palm covering her back, the action intimate but not overly trespassing.

The woman gently stroked the back of her hand. Her palm was warm, yet it did not have the slightest callousness from holding a sword.

She guided Chu Zhao’s hand to reach into her sleeve.

She took out an exquisite object similar to the xun (ocarina) she had played today, but specially carved into the shape of a small fish.

“Zhao Zhao must be a little tired from flying on the sword for too long,” Luo Yu was very considerate. “How about… you come with me to Kunlun Xu for a short rest? I can teach you how to play the xun.”

Chu Zhao held the fish-shaped xun, and her almond eyes sparkled again, “Okay!”

She didn’t realize that her dream person could also play music.

The woman in her dream was always aloof and taciturn.

Only those eyes, when looking at her while greeting the morning glow, held an emotion as lingering and entwined as a melody.

An open-air wine shop somewhere in Northern Continent.

The bamboo leaf green wine, warmed by spiritual fire, emitted a mellow fragrance. A graceful woman wearing a black gauze veil reached out from her dark sleeve, her pale fingers gripping the wine cup, silently drinking it dry.

“The demonic incursion in the various continents is about to subside. Fortunately, the disciples of Kunlun Xu rushed to slay the demons, and even more so, Fairy Zhaocing used the Bi Xiao sword to level that desolate mountain where the demon lord was rumored to be reincarnated.”

“But I heard that all these events are reportedly related to that exceptionally talented sword cultivator named Si Jing?”

“Si Jing’s whereabouts have been hidden in the Immersion Sea for half a month… It’s a pity that obscure small sect in Central Continent. It is said that besides her, all ten-plus members of the entire sect, even their master, perished at the hands of the demons.”

Next to the speaker, the woman in the green robe, who had been sprawled drunk over the table, suddenly propped her head up weakly and slowly got up.

She loudly called out: “…Give me a plate of peanuts! Waiter, where’s the waiter?”

Everyone looked at her in unison, their expressions varied.

Some were perhaps attracted by the woman’s strong, Western Continent-like features, or perhaps they saw the sword at her waist, realizing that such a beautiful, drunken woman was also a sword cultivator.

Su Xue got her wish, holding the small plate of peanuts, she sat down, sipped her wine, and chewed a few nuts.

She smiled and turned to the person who had just spoken, “Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, tell me more about that small sect.”

The smell of alcohol wafted over, and the person inexplicably blushed.

Halfway through the retelling, he heard the woman in the green robe ask: “Hmm… how many people are in Yunshui Jian?”

The cultivator answered patiently, “About a dozen people.”

“Oh, a dozen people,” Su Xue squinted her drunken eyes and muttered to herself, “Huh? Which sect has a dozen people again?”

“…Yunshui Jian!” A nosy person eagerly answered.

“Thank you for clarifying, Fellow Daoist,” Su Xue bowed gratefully with clasped hands, then asked blankly, “But, who perished at the hands of the demons?”

The cultivator patiently explained, “It was Si Jing’s master.”

“Oh, oh.” Su Xue chewed the peanuts, her face showing a charming pink flush from the wine. “Then, whose hands did Si Jing’s master perish by, exactly?”

Everyone’s faces turned ashen.

They only belatedly realized that they had been fooled by the drunk woman saturated with the smell of alcohol in front of them.

Yet, Su Xue still maintained a vaguely confused look that seemed half-genuine, blinking her eyes, with a crystalline sheen decorating her lashes, “I sincerely apologize, everyone, my memory is really too poor.”

She seemed to be in a state of supreme bliss from the intoxication, acting wildly. She took a peach branch from her robe and muttered to herself with her head down, “Junior Sister, Junior Sister, quickly say something. How is my memory, really?”

How could the broken branch answer her? It remained silent.

However, a hint of green was faintly sprouting from the tip of the branch, and dozens of delicate pink petals were actually clinging to it. They did not wither even when the woman swung the branch around.

The people at the table were starting to lose face, and a person with a slightly higher cultivation level’s expression darkened. He slammed the table.

The peanuts scattered and splashed out of the plate.

The woman in the green robe abruptly stood up, swept her robes, and with a movement that the crowd could not see clearly, collected all the candied peanuts into her sleeve.

“Oh dear, getting angry now,” she glanced at the person with her drunken eyes and chuckled lightly.

Su Xue tossed the peanuts into her mouth one by one, a sweet fragrance filling her teeth.

A gust of wind rushed toward her. She instantly retreated a few steps, dodging the angry attack infused with strong spiritual energy.

Her footwork was subtle, and in the next breath, she had already landed behind him, sighing, “To attack someone whom fellow Daoists said is already dead, how immoral! Didn’t you think of Si Jing’s master resting uneasily in the afterlife?”

Su Xue said no more, still smiling as she formed a sword-chant with her fingers and stepped onto her sword, “Thank you, everyone. I’ll take the peanuts as your treat!”

A deep green light flowed, and in broad daylight, the woman, like a strange and unrestrained carrion crow, instantly darted away.

“Where did that crazy sword cultivator come from!”

“But that footwork is so familiar, it seems a bit like… like Fairy Zhaocing.”

“Her words just now were all defending Si Jing’s master. Could she really be…?”

“Si Jing is rumored to be Fairy Zhaocing’s Martial Niece, so this drunkard must be the Fairy’s Martial Sister.”

The person who had attacked Su Xue earlier looked crestfallen, “She has peak Nascent Soul cultivation.”

Looking across the Nine Provinces, possessing the Golden Core realm was enough to be an enviable and respected master. As for Nascent Soul grand experts, they were qualified to hold the position of Sect Leader of Kunlun Xu.

He was only in the initial stage of Golden Core. His attack just now was like showing off an axe at Lu Ban’s door. He had to be thankful that the woman in the green robe hadn’t taken it seriously, otherwise he would have made a sorry fool of himself long ago.

“Then, the bill for these peanuts…” a cultivator remembered the most practical issue.

“I will pay for it,” a slightly hoarse voice rang out.

The woman whose face was covered by a black veil, who had hardly spoken since sitting down, put down her wine cup.

She seemed to raise her eyes behind the veil, fanned out several spirit stones on the table with her slender white fingers, and pushed them forward.

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