After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 52

The woman’s figure was graceful and enchanting. Even through the veil, her stunning eyebrows and eyes could be vaguely glimpsed. Unexpectedly, her voice was rough and hoarse.

Everyone felt a touch of regret.

Still, someone dared to speak to her, “Madam, where did you come from to arrive at Beizhou? Are you also interested in the casual talk and anecdotes at this wine table?”

“I want to hear about…” the woman’s cherry lips lightly parted, “the person you speak of, named Si Jing.”

She then pushed over a heap of Spirit Stones of excellent quality.

All the cultivators held their breath.

If they had money, they wouldn’t be gathered here, guzzling the cheap wine that cost one Spirit Stone per pot.

After the prior disturbance caused by the unidentified green-robed drunkard, they didn’t dare to underestimate the woman before them. After exchanging glances, they spoke one after another.

“Si Jing has been missing in the Immersed Silence Sea for half a month, with no news.”

“Such an ethereal and peerless sword cultivator, who helped Immortal Lady Zhuo Qing quell the blood jade disaster in Beizhou. Unfortunately, she is now trapped in a demon lair. Even if she hasn’t fallen, she is probably struggling alone.”

Someone hissed and spoke in a low voice, “But why did I hear that a few days ago, Si Jing appeared in Nanjiang?”

“It is said that the woman resembling Si Jing had a bizarre figure and covered her face with a black veil.” He cautiously glanced at the woman in front of him, whose expression was indistinguishable.

“She annihilated more than a hundred lives of the Xuanyao Sect in Nanjiang, plundering the Gu curse and seizing secret techniques. Wherever she went, corpses lay scattered. It is rumored… that her body was completely corrupted by demonic energy, which is why she conceals herself so.”

“Is that true?”

“Does that mean Si Jing not only survived the Immersed Silence Sea but also became a demon, committing numerous murders?”

Everyone sighed with emotion.

Beneath the dark veil, the woman’s lips curved slightly, and she spoke, “…Continue.”

“After the blood jade disaster, Si Jing still protected that fish demon who was causing trouble. Could it be that she was seduced and had her mind corrupted, which ultimately led to her falling to the demonic path?”

“She was not a fish demon, but the demon who triggered the turmoil in Jiuzhou. She deserved to die.”

“Deserved to die!”

The woman, who had been leaning gracefully against the simple wooden stool, now lowered her eyes and tensed her chin.

Unfortunately, everyone was temporarily too drunk to know when to stop.

“Speaking of the fish demon, it reminds me of what’s been happening in Dongzhou recently.” One person spoke airily, “The Fish Dragon Clan found their Young Master with the purest bloodline, who, according to secret rumors, is an exceptionally stunning and beautiful small person.”

“You can stop dreaming. I recently passed various assessments and was accepted as a disciple of Kunlun Xu Sect.” Someone boasted and took a gulp of wine.

“I heard from my senior and junior disciples that soon, the Young Master of the Fish Dragon Clan will enter into a bond with Immortal Lady Zhuo Qing and hold the ceremony of shared cups.”

“What did you say?” The woman with the black veil covering her face suddenly spoke softly.

She propped her hands on the table and slowly stood up, her body thin and slender, like a wisp of black mist swirling and entangling in the daytime.

As if amused by the crowd’s words, the woman’s shoulders trembled a few times, her laughter silent and utterly bizarre.

Immediately, she quietly looked at the cultivator who had just spoken, her voice having changed from coarse to soft.

“…Say it again.”

The cultivator’s expression changed, filled with fear. He tried to open his lips to speak but found that his two lips seemed to have been stitched together.

Or perhaps, they were originally one.

He raised his hand to touch them, only to find his facial features had dissolved, and his face was permeated with demonic energy, melting into a form without edges or corners.

“Ugh, ugh ugh!” The cultivator was frantic. He desperately pushed the person next to him, only to find that the crowd, who had just been laughing and talking with him, had already slumped over the table, unconscious and lifeless.

The surrounding marketplace was still bustling with people, yet no one noticed the anomaly at this open-air tavern.

He watched the woman with the black veil and bamboo hat approach him. Her fingers, white and slender, were revealed beneath her sleeve, and she gently lifted a corner of the veil.

It was an extremely elegant and beautiful face, with skin like snow, thin cherry-red lips, a blend of coldness and seduction, and peach blossom eyes with deep, visible demonic patterns.

“You are very obedient,” the woman lowered her long eyelashes with pity, tucking countless Spirit Stones into the clothes of the unrecognizable person. She smiled softly with a sickly tenderness.

“But you just… said a little too much.”

“I… don’t like it.”

Demonic energy swirled from the ears and noses of the crowd. Amidst their drunken stupor, their bodies soundlessly exploded into thick blood mist, and Gu worms scattered everywhere.

The woman lowered the black veil, not forgetting to keep her promise by spreading enough Spirit Stones—several times the cost of the wine—on the table. Only then did she leisurely depart, merging into the surging marketplace.

In the distance, smoke and dust swirled within the boundaries of Kunlun Xu. The pure land of the Xuanmen attracted the world’s admiration.

Gui Ji’s eyes showed an extremely lingering and intertwined affection. Behind the bamboo hat, her lips curved slightly.

“Zhaozhao…” she murmured, like a lovers’ whisper.

“I’ve found you.”

After nightfall, Chu Zhao leaned against the latticed window, observing the scenery of Kunlun Xu.

The majestic mountains were veiled in the night sky, solemn and silent. Everything in sight was a scene of auspicious light and treasured splendor.

But she had never seen the falling snow from her dreams.

Kunlun Xu was shrouded by a mountain protection formation. Purple light flickered, keeping out wind, frost, rain, and snow.

Was this truly the place where she had watched the morning glow with Luo Yu?

As she was lost in thought, her waist was suddenly encircled by the person behind her. Chu Zhao was startled, feeling as if the things she had been secretly thinking about were seen through, “Lu- Luo Yu.”

Luo Yu had changed into a thin, gauze robe, seemingly sleepwear. Her long eyebrows reached her temples, and she walked silently, resembling a beautiful soul under the moonlight.

Only the warmth emanating from her proved that she was still a person existing in this world.

“Zhaozhao, why don’t you call me ‘A’Yu’ like you do the members of the Fish Dragon Clan?” The woman’s voice was gentle.

Chu Zhao lowered her face with a touch of guilt, fidgeted with her skirt hem, and softly called, “…A’Yu.”

But she and Luo Yu had only known each other for a little over a day.

In any case, she felt a little awkward. Her chest felt as if it was being gathered by tiny, dense tendrils—shy and itchy.

Since she entered the bounds of Kunlun Xu, she had been treated meticulously by Luo Yu. The woman held her in her arms, almost teaching her hand-by-hand to play the xun (a type of clay ocarina). Luo Yu’s orchid-like breath would occasionally brush past her ear, making her face flush and feel dizzy.

Although Chu Zhao yearned for romance, she had never encountered anyone whom she admired.

Luo Yu treated her so kindly, and she was similar to the figure in her dream.

Could it be that she was her fated person?

Luo Yu seemed to sense Chu Zhao’s momentary distraction but did not press the matter. Her tenderness grew even stronger than before, “The wind is cool here. Shall I carry Zhaozhao to the bed to rest?”

The latticed window closed silently, concealing the quiet scene outside the mountain—windless and snowless.

Chu Zhao was wearing a beautiful dress shimmering with soft light. The cut was perfect, fitting her figure exceptionally well.

She had only taken a nap, tired from playing the xun in the afternoon, but she did not know who had changed her clothes for her.

Why would Luo Yu have clothes that fit her here?

The more Chu Zhao thought about it, the shyer she became. She touched the cinnabar mark below her collarbone, and just as she was about to sneak a peek at Luo Yu’s back, she was caught.

“!” Her eyes darted away.

The woman had let down her long hair. The ends of her hair, soft and flowing down to her waist, were filled with the flickering glow of the candlelight.

She had turned around at some unknown point, having fully witnessed the look in Chu Zhao’s shifting eyes moments before.

Her lips curved slightly. She did not say a word but suddenly leaned closer.

Chu Zhao tightly closed her eyes, biting her lip until it turned red.

What was Luo Yu going to do to her?

Envisioning all sorts of horrifying bonding rituals—cutting hair, drinking blood—which she had glimpsed from the secret legends of Yaoguang Marsh in recent days.

Unexpectedly, there was silence for a long time.

She lowered her eyelids and felt a soft warmth brush past her ear. A few strands of hair were wrapped around the woman’s fingertips and gently tucked away.

The sheer curtain fell. Luo Yu silently wrapped her arms around Chu Zhao’s waist, holding her captive in her embrace.

“Why did you close your eyes? Is Zhaozhao afraid of me?”

“No.” Chu Zhao turned her head, her face flushed as she replied, “I—I’m not afraid at all.”

Luo Yu spoke in a gentle, soft voice, and her whole demeanor was unpretentious, not at all like a transcendent and aloof immortal cultivator.

If she were afraid of such a person, she wouldn’t be a Fish Dragon.

Just as she was about to prove herself and look openly at the jade-boned, beautiful woman in front of her, her peripheral vision caught the sight of the soft, sheer gauze clothes on the other woman. Her eyelashes instantly fluttered, and she hastily covered her face.

The lines were enticingly curved, half-hidden and half-revealed, with a jade-like luster.

She never knew that the person who was neat and ethereal in the daytime would possess such a seductive appearance beneath her Daoist robe.

The hand covering her face was suddenly taken, and through the light gauze fabric, it was placed on the spot she had been imagining.

“Zhaozhao.” Luo Yu looked at her without flinching, “Do you… want to touch here?”

Her palm felt as if it had been licked by a slow, warm flame.

Chu Zhao was momentarily dazed. Her vision was engulfed by soft, warm skin. Bound by the woman in her embrace, her waist went weak, and she began to heat up all over in a state of confusion.

“As long as Zhaozhao wants to.” Luo Yu seemed to stroke the back of her neck, murmuring softly, “We can be together… tonight.”

Chu Zhao wanted to struggle, but found she could no longer do so.

Every spot where the woman’s fingertips had touched her was soft and burning. Her eyelids became heavy, and she was overcome by exhaustion.

She had many questions in her mind. For instance, why did the disciples in the sword practice plaza reverently call Luo Yu “Immortal Lady Zhuo Qing” when she returned to Kunlun Xu, despite Luo Yu calling herself the Sect Leader?

Also, where had Luo Yu met her and fallen in love with her?

In her haze, she suddenly heard a crisp, ringing sound in the silent sleeping chamber.

Chu Zhao partially opened her eyes and saw Luo Yu’s inscrutable expression as she raised her hand to summon a voice transmission jade talisman.

She held it in her hand for a long time, sensing its message with lowered eyes.

“Zhaozhao, wait for me here for a moment.” The woman leaned down and placed a light kiss on the hidden jade horn on her forehead. “I will return shortly.”

The sheer curtain was lifted. Luo Yu put on a casual robe, concealing her figure that invited imagination.

In a few breaths, she was nowhere to be found.

Chu Zhao was utterly exhausted and fell into a chaotic dreamscape.

The candlelight flickered, vaguely reflecting the clear, cool sheen of a mirror lake.

She seemed to be lost, unsure of her location. Her whole body was burning, and she was pinned down on the icy lake surface by an ethereal person with a blurred face, shaking uncontrollably.

The woman quickly realized her distress. She wrapped Chu Zhao in her snow-colored robes and pulled her into her embrace.

Her scent was pure and clean, like tender lotus sprinkled with dew, unlike the scent of everyone she had encountered recently.

“Do you… want to see what I look like, too?”

They seemed to be connected in spirit. The self-talk transmitted from the other end of the woman’s consciousness landed right next to Chu Zhao’s ear.

It was extraordinarily pleasant to hear, like the striking of ice or the clanging of jade.

Chu Zhao was too shy to speak.

She did feel that she was naked all over at this moment, so she wanted the woman to take off her outer robe.

Her wrist was indeed led to the other woman, slowly undoing the other’s sash, revealing the beautiful and moving spring scenery after the ice and snow melted.

“She seems to like it very much.” The emotion in the silent voice was restrained.

The woman in front of her did not force her in the slightest, merely indulging all her wishes. She was outwardly silent, but inwardly permissive and passionate.

Chu Zhao had never seen such a pair of eyes.

They held a cold, thin frost, but when they looked at her, they seemed to steam up into a shimmering mist.

Yet, she could never clearly see the face.

Chu Zhao asked with a hint of grievance, “Who are you?”

“Is it A’Lang? Or… Luo Yu?”

As her voice fell, the face suddenly dissipated.

In just a few breaths, the mirror lake inverted, and a dark, oppressive sea of blood engulfed her.

A wet, cold sensation crept up her ankles, her waist, and then her shoulders, like a treacherous snake demon spitting out its tongue, making it difficult for her to break free.

Chu Zhao felt something soft and moist cover her lips. In her confusion and helplessness, she only felt that she was holding a cold mass of mist.

The mist left her flustered, probing between her lips and teeth, hooking and gently sucking, causing her body to heat up and prompting a whimper.

Her vision was damp. She opened her eyes. The spiritual fire lamp in the sleeping chamber had extinguished at some unknown time.

In the pitch-black darkness, the woman in the black-veiled robe propped herself up, her appearance stunningly beautiful, her hair hanging low, falling onto her neck.

In that moment, the person who had appeared in her bewildered dream just now, the one who had captivated her soul, gained a concrete face and features.

“Zhaozhao just asked for my name.” The woman caressed her cheek with her palm, her voice filled with extreme affection.

“Gui… Ji.”

“Zhaozhao… did you forget?”

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