After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 54

Chu Zhao and Luo Yu traveled around Xizhou for three days.

They saw all the morning glow at dawn, filled their storage rings with various jewels and magic artifacts, and also obtained an exquisite, suitable ceremonial sword.

But Chu Zhao was never able to see the white-robed woman who had saved her on the day she first arrived in Xizhou.

She was a little disappointed, and had wandered around the place where they struck the iron flowers many times.

The iron flowers didn’t always bloom, and the people passing by were no longer the same faces.

Xizhou is very close to the Immersed Silence Sea and has recently been plagued by Demonic Qi.

Chu Zhao couldn’t sleep peacefully at night, and in her hazy state, she heard demons hissing and screeching near her ear.

Opening her eyes, she quietly got up from the bedding, only to see Luo Yu not far away, lightly withdrawing her ceremonial sword and wiping the bloodstains off it.

Catching Chu Zhao’s gaze, she moved to cover the blood spatter on the window, and spoke softly, “Did I wake up Zhao Zhao? Just now, I merely got rid of a few demons that broke into the room.”

Chu Zhao reached for her own ceremonial sword, “A-Yu, I… I can help too.”

The air was silent for a long time.

Luo Yu elegantly walked over, raised her hand, her palm still stained with a hint of blood, and gently covered Chu Zhao’s eyes.

She murmured softly, “Zhao Zhao, you just need to stay by my side. There’s no need to worry about the matter of slaying demons.”

Chu Zhao carefully pushed her hand away, revealing her pink, jade-like eyes, filled with grievance and confusion, “But, but A-Chu also wants to see what it’s like outside of Yaoguang Marsh, and… and Xizhou.”

She was very well protected by the noblewoman, almost inseparable, yet everything she did could not escape the gaze from behind.

It was a look that made her very uncomfortable; although full of tender affection, it felt like an invisible silk thread, holding her wrists and ankles, making it difficult for her to break free.

In the past few days, the dresses she wore were all prepared for her by Luo Yu, and the colors were invariably crimson or light scarlet.

She wanted to try a tender goose-yellow like what Huai Lang wore, but the woman’s gaze silently restrained her, so she had to put her hand down in disappointment.

She received the ceremonial sword Luo Yu commissioned the Xizhou sword-forging family to make for her, but she didn’t even get a chance to use it.

Luo Yu had also embraced her and taught her some sword techniques, but they were all beautiful but useless sword flourishes.

Even during meals, the woman would only, with extreme tenderness, serve her things she didn’t particularly like to eat.

Smiling gently, waiting for her to eat it.

The spicy red chili pepper, Chu Zhao reluctantly swallowed it, her cheeks flushing from the spice, and she had to gulp down a lot of water to relieve it.

She didn’t understand, was the way people in love, and so-called Dao companions, interact always like this?

Luo Yu often called her “Zhao Zhao,” her voice tender, but her gaze always seemed to penetrate her, looking far, far beyond her to someone else.

And Chu Zhao knew nothing of that person.

She was just occasionally disappointed, wondering if Luo Yu had mistaken her for the person in her dreams.

The person the woman admired might actually… not be her at all.

“It is I who have made Zhao Zhao sad.” Luo Yu took back the hand that had covered Chu Zhao’s eyes, leaned over, and pulled her into her embrace.

“I want to go back to Yaoguang Marsh.” Chu Zhao tugged at the woman’s sleeve, her voice soft and low, “A-Yu, can we go back tomorrow?”

She missed Huai Lang and Bei Yue, and that marsh where there had never been any constraint, where she slept on a small boat, with the stars as her pillow.

The woman was silent for a moment, then spoke in a coaxing tone, “Is Zhao Zhao tired of Xizhou? We still have two more days on this trip.”

Chu Zhao lowered her face, silently shaking her head.

She was both helpless and wronged, not knowing how to refuse Luo Yu’s gentle kindness.

She certainly didn’t sleep very soundly tonight.

Luo Yu sat by the couch, looking down at the girl as she silently fell asleep, a faint crease gathering between her eyebrows.

She raised her hand to trace and smooth it out. Only when Chu Zhao’s appearance returned to peacefulness, with a closed-eye look that still hinted at her delicate and lively demeanor during the day, did Luo Yu curl her lips in a satisfied smile.

This is how it should be, isn’t it?

Like the person in her memory who would never be constrained by anything, as beautiful and unrestrained as the morning glow.

Luo Yu stared in a daze for a while longer, her fingertip tracing from the girl’s delicate brow and slowly stopping by her alluring pink lips.

She vaguely remembered the look of disgust with which Jiang Yun wouldn’t even glance at her a hundred years ago.

Her usual light, laughing tone felt like ice picks stabbing into her chest.

The woman was willing to protect that blade, Gui Ji, trampling her affection into the dust.

Just a cold, unfeeling sword, yet it was used to compare with her.

Luo Yu half-closed her eyes, concealing the surging emotions within.

But so what?

Now she presides over the head of the Xuan Gate, and in two days, the rumor of her and Zhao Zhao’s covenant will spread from Xizhou throughout the entire Nine Provinces.

By then, her Senior Sister from Xizhou will see it, and the demons entrenched in the Immersed Silence Sea will see it too.

And Gui Ji.

Even her body has been corroded by Demonic Qi, so presumably, she can no longer compete with her.

Luo Yu’s smile widened, her eyes still containing kindness, but her expression was already fragmented.

So much so that the action of slowly walking to the window and gently wiping away the blood spattered by the demons just now appeared strangely inconsistent.

She casually lowered her head, recalling how those manipulated demons had shrieked in pain, repeatedly chanting the two words “Zhao Zhao.”

The person who left the Immersed Silence Sea, as bright as the breeze and the moon, how much of her consciousness remains now?

The agony of falling into a demon’s path has penetrated her bones, and her clear eyes cannot see, yet she can still influence the wandering demons nearby to find this place.

“Ying Zhi,” the woman murmured, taking her ease, “…Did Xue Mo not teach you?”

“…Do not covet the Dao companion of a revered Senior/Master.”

Chu Zhao became increasingly lacking in appetite and spirit.

Luo Yu bought her many exquisite trinkets, but only one thing was missing: a transmission jade slip.

She wanted to see everyone in Yaoguang Marsh, and ideally, talk to Huai Lang.

Finally, one day, taking advantage of the woman’s inattention, she slipped out and rushed to the most crowded area.

But just as she touched the stall selling transmission artifacts and excitedly took out her spirit stones, she was softly restrained by an embrace from behind.

“Zhao Zhao left in a hurry, why didn’t you inform me?”

The embrace from the person behind her was soft and warm, yet Chu Zhao felt a chill seep into her bones. She lowered her head, tightly pursing her lips, her eyes inexplicably reddening.

“A-Chu doesn’t want A-Yu to follow, can I…?” Her heart hammered wildly, as if she were entangled by an inescapable ghost.

Luo Yu bought her the transmission jade slip as she wished, but she didn’t follow her words.

She remained calm and composed throughout, smilingly leading her back to the previous location, ordering many dishes, not touching her chopsticks, but only watching her in an implied, subtle manner from the side.

Finally, when the woman’s delicate fingers brushed past her ear, gently tucking her hair back for the third time, Chu Zhao bit her lip and stood up.

“I hate A-Yu… I don’t want to be with A-Yu anymore!”

Her temper was considered good even in Yaoguang Marsh, and she rarely became angry. Thus, even her anger now lacked any sharp edge, instead making the tip of her nose slightly red with grievance.

She hastily escaped from Luo Yu’s line of sight, scrambled upstairs, and cast an illusionary restriction that even she herself couldn’t break, shutting herself in.

A woman’s figure quickly appeared outside the door.

A gentle voice softly called, “Zhao Zhao?”

Chu Zhao fearfully hid herself under the covers, completely covering her ears. She didn’t know how long passed, until her cheeks were flushed crimson from the stuffiness, before she quietly lifted a tiny gap in the covers.

Luo Yu was still there.

She stood quietly, adjusting her clothes, like an omnipresent, fragrant spirit.

As the Sect Leader of Kunlun Void, the woman had many ways to break her clumsy illusion, yet she didn’t barge in.

It was as if she were indulging her little tantrum, playfully engaging her in a game of hide-and-seek.

Chu Zhao could bear it no longer.

She hastily pulled out the transmission jade slip from before, injected a trace of her cultivation, and waited with anticipation for the scene of Yaoguang Marsh to appear before her eyes.

Huai Lang doted on her the most; he would surely come to Xizhou to take her back soon.

The jade slip glowed with a deep red light and quickly lit up.

The scene, however, was exceptionally familiar.

In the midst of the mist, Luo Yu smiled faintly, her eyes full of gentle affection.

Her voice overlapped with the woman’s voice outside the door, “Zhao Zhao, has your anger subsided? A-Yu knows she was wrong.”

Chu Zhao frantically shook her head, biting her lip until it was red, and tightly gripping the jade slip.

The transmission jade slip that Luo Yu had personally given her could only contact Luo Yu herself.

She tossed the jade slip far away, pulled down the curtain to hide herself, and was nearly overwhelmed by helplessness.

But precisely at that moment, the quilt covering her lower legs wiggled a few times.

Chu Zhao’s eyes widened. She reached out and poked the raised spot.

A small snake with deep gray scales and a horn on its head poked its head out, and just like that, it crawled up her fingertip.

Its vertical pupils quickly widened, seemingly stunned by the sight of her, letting out a shy, low grunt.

“Why is it you! Stupid Dragon.” Chu Zhao lowered her voice and put her hands on her hips.

This snake, which closely resembled a withered vine, was actually an ancient dragon. It had latched onto her not long after she woke up in Yaoguang Marsh. It was usually clumsy, and she didn’t know how it managed to find its way here from the distant Eastern Province.

The small, finger-thick dragon tilted its head, seemingly not understanding what she said.

Suddenly, with a bang, the cold, hard object wrapped around her wrist transformed into a human body.

Chu Zhao’s vision went black as she was pressed onto the couch by the woman’s massive frame, sensing the other’s scorching breath up close, and a pair of terrifying vertical pupils.

The little dragon’s original body was slender, but it had used most of its demonic power to transform into this appearance.

It seemed to think she would like it. A suspicious blush appeared on its dark skin, and it stammered for a long time without saying anything, “…Mmm.”

Chu Zhao didn’t like it at all.

She liked beautiful women with fair skin, slender waists, and gentle thoughtfulness.

“A-Chu…” the woman began clumsily and haltingly, “Zhu Yin, um…”

“Is your name Zhu Yin?” Chu Zhao asked curiously, cupping her face.

Just as the words left her mouth, she suddenly remembered Luo Yu was still outside the door and hurriedly covered the other’s lips with her palm.

Instead, she was scalded by the other party’s suddenly rapid breathing.

She angrily pulled her hand back, saw Zhu Yin’s eyes flicker, her entire face flushed crimson, and she suddenly stuck out her tongue and licked the spot Chu Zhao had just touched.

Her gaze slowly moved to Chu Zhao’s lips.

“Let go, let go of me!” Chu Zhao’s cheeks were burning hot from the lewd actions of this dragon demon.

She didn’t remember knowing the ugly dragon demon in front of her at all.

Besides, ancient texts recorded that the Ancient Dragon Clan and the Fish Dragons were mortal enemies, and it was Jiang Yun who had destroyed the last ancient dragon in the Nine Provinces back then. The Ancient Dragon Clan should be extinct now!

Zhu Yin sensed Chu Zhao’s resistance and quickly got up obediently, but she saw the soft, crimson-cheeked person push her away, seemingly trying to escape.

“Awoo!” She bit the corner of the girl’s clothing, tugging to stop her from leaving.

Chu Zhao was so angry that she swung the other sleeve at her, “Stupid Dragon, you’re drooling!”

Zhu Yin was dizzy from the slap, but couldn’t help but sniff the scent wafting from the sleeve some more. She let go of her mouth and, using her unaccustomed hand, held the corner of the girl’s clothing.

She quietly pleaded, “A-Chu, mmm…”

She seemed to be signaling her to wait a moment.

In her hasty movement, she clumsily pulled at her collar, and countless transmission jade slips tumbled out, scattering onto the bedding.

Chu Zhao was utterly taken aback, watching the scene with wide eyes.

Zhu Yin lowered her head, picked up a jade slip with her mouth, and tossed it into Chu Zhao’s embrace, her movements clumsy but ingratiating.

Repeating this, the heavy jade slips quickly covered her skirt.

“A-Chu, wants… Zhu Yin, snatched.” The woman’s voice was very low, but she nuzzled her head into Chu Zhao’s arms to act spoiled, her vertical pupils flickering as if waiting for praise.

Chu Zhao was only then able to fully grasp the meaning.

It turned out this stupid dragon had been following her all along, even chasing her to the stall selling transmission jade slips just now?

She grabbed the stupid dragon’s ear, both anxious and angry, “Idiot! I, I never told you to steal them!”

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