After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 53.2

In the hundred-plus years Chu Zhao remembered, she rarely left Yaoguang Marsh.

Spending a night in the tranquil Kunlun Void already felt quite novel to her, let alone going to a distant and unfamiliar place like Xizhou.

Luo Yu took her on a sword flight, and they arrived at a small border town just before dusk.

Chu Zhao impatiently jumped off the sword, her dress fluttering, and merged into the crowd. She stood on her tiptoes to watch a roadside stall practicing fire-smelting iron flowers.

The artisan was a woman with honey-colored skin, whose muscle lines were exceptionally beautiful. She scooped a spoonful of molten iron and forcefully struck the wooden board in her hand.

Suddenly, with a burst of sound, a brilliant shower of sparks scattered across the sky like fireworks.

She stared up blankly, feeling that the mortal world scenery was indescribably beautiful.

The iron sparks were dazzling but scorching. The spectators initially paused to admire, but seeing the glaring light falling towards the ground, and seeming to threaten to hit their area, they quickly scattered to dodge.

Chu Zhao, however, was mesmerized. She did not activate her protective spiritual energy and merely reached out a hand towards the sky.

She wanted to touch these flowers that bloomed in the sky, which looked quite like stars.

Suddenly, a figure blocked her view, gently and restrainedly wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the splashing silver sparks and tongues of fire.

In the hurried moment, Chu Zhao only managed to catch a glimpse of a lotus leaf embroidered on the corner of the woman’s raised sleeve.

“Are you alright, Miss?”

“If this iron-smelting flower goes out of control, it’s no laughing matter.”

The onlookers were all still shaken.

More people, however, were stunned by the sight of the extraordinarily charming girl in a dark red dress—a figure only belatedly noticed—and followed her with their gaze, momentarily speechless.

The faint outline of slender dragon horns appeared on Chu Zhao’s forehead, and shimmering scales faintly surfaced on her neck. Snapping back to her senses, she had instinctively activated her cultivation, unknowingly revealing some features of the Yu-Long Clan.

“Could she be the young mistress of the Eastern Province’s Yu-Long Clan who was recently found…”

“The one who is about to form a bond with Immortal Master Zhuo Qing, who is said to possess pure bloodline and profound cultivation?”

“Zhao Zhao.” Luo Yu finally arrived, pulling her into an embrace with a look of concern, “Are you hurt?”

Chu Zhao shook her head, bit her lip, and remained silent for a long time.

She looked helplessly at the crowd that had gathered, all repeating words like “perfect match,” their eyes glinting with curiosity or awe.

But she could no longer find the person who had just saved her from the iron sparks.

Luo Yu and she had not concealed their appearances during this trip, so the people around them quickly recognized Luo Yu’s identity, and a sense of reverence kept them from approaching.

“Immortal Master Zhuo Qing, bringing the young mistress of the Yu-Long Clan out for leisure, surely the two must be deeply in love, and the good news is near.”

Luo Yu smiled without speaking.

Summoning her sword, she took Chu Zhao and stepped onto the azure sky. After a distant gesture to the crowd, she looked down and consulted the person in her arms, “Zhao Zhao, it’s getting late, we should go.”

Chu Zhao, nestled in the embrace scented with Lingxi incense, nodded silently, “Alright.”

But her peripheral vision still involuntarily drifted into the distance.

She looked towards the spot where the person who had suddenly appeared when the fire-smelting sparks dyed the sky red had stood.

The woman was exceptionally beautiful; at least, she had never seen such a refined and stunning appearance since leaving Yaoguang Marsh.

Unfortunately, a white silk band covered her eyes, revealing only a chin sculpted like jade.

Chu Zhao lightly pursed her lips.

In the rush, all she remembered was that the other party’s slender fingers had wrapped around her waist—an inherently possessive gesture—yet the strength was restrained, as light as a dragonfly skimming the water.

In the blink of an eye, she had vanished into the crowd, like the faint, dim mist of dusk.

It made her momentarily unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

The woman’s waist seemed to have a hanging sword.

Was she also a sword cultivator, like the person in her dream?

…

At this moment, inside a certain inn.

The crowd on the street had scattered in twos and threes. The white-robed woman leaned against the window rail, her sleeves billowing and folding in the evening breeze.

She raised her hand and lightly touched the silk band covering her eyes.

The small fish-shaped sword tassel hanging from the plain sword at her waist had been stained with blood earlier. Although carefully washed, it now looked a little dull.

The woman’s plain white fingers rubbed the sword tassel as she listened to the discussions of those dining downstairs.

“Was that really Immortal Master Zhuo Qing of Kunlun Void, who has been living in seclusion?”

“The one in her arms, I, I have never seen such beauty… Even the Demon Lord Jiang Yun, who was rumored to be the most captivating in the Nine Provinces a thousand years ago, would probably pale in comparison.”

The white-robed woman held her sword and slowly walked down the wooden stairs, step by step.

She was unable to see, yet her composure and manner were refined and exquisite, causing those who passed her to frequently glance back.

The inn’s waiter held a tray of snacks and greeted her solicitously, “Miss Jingsi, please be careful.”

This woman of celestial beauty had only arrived at the inn three days ago. As Xizhou recently showed signs of demonic energy infiltration, she had protected the inn through a tribulation, thus earning the goodwill of the inn’s residents.

It was strange, he had witnessed with his own eyes that the woman had stood alone in front of the inn that night, her sword still in its sheath, and the aggressively approaching demonic energy instantly retreated and dissipated.

Why would a blind immortal cultivator be so feared by demons?

The waiter was not a cultivator and simply assumed the woman’s cultivation level was too profound for the demons to approach.

“It’s nothing,” the woman did not turn back, merely responding clearly.

She found a wooden table downstairs and sat down, her thin lips slightly pressed together.

“Speaking of Demon Lord Jiang Yun, one must mention Si Jing, who was trapped in the Submerged Sea after personally killing the reincarnated fish demon.”

“Is it true that she fell to the demonic path? Half a month ago, the Xuan Yao Sect in Southern Xinjiang was wiped out. And a while ago, several disciples of Kunlun Void died from demonic energy invasion. Could this all be Si Jing’s doing…”

“Isn’t Si Jing Immortal Master Zhuo Qing’s martial niece? Why would she attack Kunlun Void?”

“Once one falls to the demonic path, their mind is completely gone, and anything is possible. Furthermore, before Si Jing became a demon, wasn’t she searching for the fish demon’s whereabouts in the Submerged Sea? She must have suffered a cultivation deviation and reached a dead end.”

“That fish demon is said to be fragile and alluring, with a name… a single character, ‘Zhao’?”

The white-robed woman suddenly tightened her fingers.

Beneath the white silk, her unfocused eyes turned towards the source of the voices in the inn.

After a long while, she silently withdrew her gaze, looking only at her slightly curled palm.

Those people did not notice.

Someone scoffed, “Fellow Daoist, you haven’t been captivated by the circulating anecdotes of the fish demon, have you, to be concerned about the name of a demon.”

“You’d be better off rushing to Zhongzhou. In a month, Immortal Master Zhuo Qing will be forming a bond with the Yu-Long Clan’s young mistress. There will definitely be a Flower Gathering ceremony then. Why not collect more flower petals to boost your cultivation?”

“…”

Si Jing had no heart to listen any further.

She slowly walked out of the inn, her sword in hand.

It was now night in Xizhou, with a clear moon hanging in the night sky.

Her eyes had been eroded by demonic energy, leaving her only able to listen.

The girl who had fallen into her arms just now was so much like Little Fish.

Naïve, unaware of the dangers of the outside world, she even tried to touch the scorching iron sparks and embrace them.

Just like… being a demon, yet stubbornly wanting to marry someone of the Emotionless Dao.

The gentle whispers and hallucinations that frequently plagued her ears after falling to the demonic path were causing Si Jing to lose control of her reason.

The moment she embraced the person in her arms, she even entertained the despicable thought of crushing her fragile waist and melting her into her own flesh and blood.

But that could not be Zhao Zhao.

If the girl saw her, she wouldn’t be so silent, and if she spoke, she would be able to distinguish Zhao Zhao’s voice.

The rustling sound of the iron flowers blooming echoed in her ears again, accompanied by the loud cheers of the crowd, just like the clamor of the Beizhou marketplace the night before the sword trial.

But there was no longer a soft body hiding under the table of a drunken patron in a tavern, her tender pink fingers clutching a dumpling, her eyes wide as she acted cute and playful.

The soft, noisy “Zhi Zhi” that filled her ears back then was just an everyday occurrence.

That night’s drunken absurdity turned out to be the farewell between her and Little Fish.

Si Jing stood quietly in the spot she had been earlier, the white silk covering her cheek slowly being stained with a faint crimson hue.

Demonic nature is tyrannical, born of spilled blood, with tears turning crimson.

She thought that Chu Zhao should not like it.

Little Fish loved beauty so much; she would never again love a demonic cultivator with empty eyes, who survived by slaughter, and was merely a walking corpse.

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