After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 56

Outside the stone cave, the rain grew heavier, the fine drizzle soaking the already damp, close-fitting Daoist robe, making her body feel even more heavy and sinking.

Si Jing gently raised her hand, and the scarred and battered treasured sword floated up, returning to her palm.

Her pale lips seemed to lightly touch twice, but in the end, no sound managed to escape.

She was afraid that the moment she opened her mouth, the person she had conjured in her mind would vanish.

Just like the night Yunshui Stream fell, she closed her empty palms, whispering countless times.

She had agreed to the little red fish’s constant, delicate pleas, that she was willing to marry her.

In the desolate mountain, in that pool where water demons gathered, she was indeed willing.

Si Jing thought, if Zhaozhao saw her wearing a phoenix coronet and a wedding dress, she should be very happy.

Would she be so shy that her gaze would dart away, her lovely eyes blinking lightly?

Her finger bones curled, trying to grasp something.

But what flowed into the lines of her palm was only the chilly wind of Yulü Peak.

It was like the temperature when she had guarded the sect, perpetually covered in snow, for a hundred years, watching young men and women leave after completing their studies, only leaving their backs to her, leaving her alone.

Even the only precious little fish that had always accompanied her in her quiet sleeping quarters, bringing her joy, was gone.

Chu Zhao had long since scattered into fragmented remnants of a soul, not even leaving her a glimmer of memory.

The girl was most afraid of the cold, yet she would transform into her original form amidst the thin, fluttering snow, bare and burrowing into her arms, seeking to please her.

Such a naive little fish, upon catching even the slightest flicker of relaxation in her expression, would think she had been forgiven, and softly call her “Zhi Zhi.”

But Si Jing could only watch as those charming eyes gradually dimmed and became vacant.

The shyness and joy that had originally filled them were completely replaced by withdrawal and fear.

The little fish had actually become afraid of her.

And her fingertips were steeped in warm fresh blood.

The demon core had been shattered into dust and scattered in the wind, but her palm still seemed to retain a moist, soft feeling.

That was the little fish’s demon core.

It was more like a heart brimming with affection, a scorching, pulsating heart that was offered only to her.

Si Jing had pursued it for a long time, but ultimately could not obtain it.

She had once thought of keeping Chu Zhao by her side, of trapping the girl in her Sea of Consciousness, so she could experience that unfamiliar, desired palpitation every day.

But later, observing the little fish happily swimming upstream in the mountain stream, playing freely in the market of Beizhou, and swaggering freely after returning to the desolate mountain, she suppressed her base desires.

She liked the girl’s unrestrained appearance.

Like a vibrant, beautiful Zhu Ying flower pushing its way out of the white snow, swaying in the wind, encircling her originally dead heart again and again.

Yet this flower, which should not be constrained by any person or thing, would only plead sweetly to her, “Marry me, marry me!”

Si Jing did not know when she had started to become unable to refuse any of the little fish’s wishes.

She thought, if the little fish was happy, then she was naturally willing too.

Even though she cultivated the Path of Heartlessness, even though the young faces in the sect all looked up to her and called her “Senior Sister,” even though marrying a demon and forming a bond would subject her to the criticism and ridicule of the world.

But so what?

Si Jing inexplicably recalled the divination her Master Suxue had performed for her: Follow the heavenly timing.

Follow… her own true heart.

She had no heart.

All her thoughts regarding the heart came from Chu Zhao.

They came from the shiver that passed from the lively little fish’s chest all the way to her bones when they entwined.

But she would never be able to experience it again.

When she opened her eyes again, the little fish had her demon core gouged out, silent and lifeless, and the heart she had coveted had already vanished at her fingertips.

There was a momentary blankness in her memory, like a nightmare, becoming scattered and fragmented, just like in the past hundred years.

She was unclear how the dagger, inlaid with the little fish’s tail scales, which she cherished and played with, had ended up in her hand.

But she still remembered the stickiness on her finger bones when the demon core was extracted, and Chu Zhao’s empty, disappointed eyes.

Was it she… who had personally killed Zhaozhao?

After a night passed, dawn arrived, and the sky should have broken, filled with rays of light, but Si Jing looked up blankly, and thick demonic energy enveloped the sky above her head.

She remembered that the little fish, who came from the desolate mountain, had hardly ever seen the morning glow since birth, and had once happily made a date with her to admire the beautiful scenery together later.

After the girl left, she was not even allowed a single trace to remember her by.

Si Jing came to the Immersion Sea alone.

She knew the rumor that the little fish was the reincarnation of the Demon Venerable was absurd, yet she was contradictorily filled with longing, hoping to find even a tiny remnant of Chu Zhao’s presence in the demonic lair.

The demons mocked and shrieked, dragging her into the mud; the Guiji formed by blood mist lured her to commit suicide; even the inner demons that appeared out of thin air while she meditated repeated the evil deeds she had committed in her ears over and over.

Si Jing numbly slaughtered all the demons.

Turning around, the last remaining demon transformed into Chu Zhao’s likeness.

Sobbing, crying until its eye sockets were pink, it threw itself into her arms, telling her of the pain in its chest.

It entangled with her, but while she leaned down to show pity and seal it with a kiss, it viciously attacked her eyes with demonic energy.

Her vision was a sea of crimson.

Si Jing felt no pain, she only lightly wiped away the bloodstains.

For a moment, she even thought that such large patches of crimson were like the little fish anxiously and expectantly decorating their bridal cave and lighting red candles for her.

They were clearly about to get married.

The demon, skilled at shape-shifting, finally gave up its pretense. Taking advantage of her distraction, it greedily climbed onto her body, intending to devour her completely.

Si Jing grabbed the demon’s throat and expressionlessly twisted it off.

If it didn’t resemble Zhaozhao, then there was no need for it to exist.

She could no longer see, but she often smiled contentedly. In the dense darkness, her hearing became extremely sensitive, and she often heard Chu Zhao speaking close to her ear.

Sweetly calling her “wife,” persistently nagging her, begging her to put on the wedding dress so she could take a good look.

Si Jing dipped her fingertip into the perpetually churning bloody water of the Immersion Sea, dyeing her inner snow robe deep red, and softly asked, “Is this alright, Zhaozhao?”

The joyous voice of the girl near her ear suddenly became weak, whimpering and shrinking back, “Ah Chu, Ah Chu, it hurts so much…”

Si Jing abruptly stopped.

She saw the crimson flowing from the little fish’s chest in the illusion, staining her entire lower hem.

Thus, she spent a long period of time in the Immersion Sea, sometimes laughing, sometimes grieving.

She knew that because she had fallen into a demon, her past clarity and self-control had been completely eroded.

But as long as she could hear Chu Zhao’s voice, it would be enough.

Even if in a thousand illusions, only one voice called her “Zhi Zhi,” she would savor it.

“…Zhi Zhi?” The girl’s delicate voice sounded.

The sound of rain was chaotic and pattering by her ear.

Si Jing’s breathing quickened, the corners of her eyes under the white silk band were stained red, concealing a hint of distraction, as she suddenly looked towards the source of the voice.

The girl’s voice was more real, but she was warmly calling out, “Zhu Yin.”

“Zhu Yin, no more biting people!” Chu Zhao scolded in a hushed voice.

Uncertain of what emotions the little dragon being dragged by her fingertips was sensing, she suddenly bit her lip, “What, you mean, she really is a demon who has killed many people…?”

She quietly looked up and saw a patch of lotus leaf soaked in blood on the sleeve of the person by the cave entrance.

Although her memory wasn’t very good, she still recognized it.

This severely injured person was the Sword Cultivator woman who had rescued her from the sky full of flying iron flowers on the night she first arrived in Xizhou.

Si Jing managed to stand still leaning on her sword, with a surge of malevolent energy rising from her chest.

She had fought a long, arduous battle with Luo Yu and was at the end of her strength. She had originally sought this stone cave to temporarily heal her wounds, but she did not expect to find others here.

An eyesore… she would just kill them.

Even though the girl in front of her looked so much like Zhaozhao, she couldn’t detect a trace of familiar demonic power.

Her little fish disliked rainy days, so how could she be hiding here on a rainy night with a weak little monster?

Si Jing lowered her eyes, a field of crimson in her sight, and vaguely tightened her grip on the sword hilt.

She would not allow a voice so similar to Chu Zhao’s to intimately call out to someone else.

The little finger of her right hand, hidden in her sleeve, was suddenly warmly interlocked.

“You’re bleeding so much, does it hurt a lot?” The girl’s voice was like a handful of soft down, tender and concerned.

Si Jing was distracted for a moment.

She couldn’t see, but she could vaguely sense the aura of the person in front of her through her Sea of Consciousness.

A graceful figure, exuding the warmth she craved, with spirit energy fluctuating as a mass of crimson.

Very much like… her little fish.

Chu Zhao felt the chilling temperature of the woman’s body and, receiving no response, had to withdraw her hand in disappointment.

She carefully observed the other party, noticing that the white silk band covering the woman’s cold, clear eyes had been stained scarlet.

She had never met a blind person before and drew closer out of curiosity.

First, she blinked her eyelashes, testing if the other person could see, then she raised her snow-white wrist and lightly waved it in front of the woman’s eyes.

Her wrist was suddenly seized with some force, and an uncomfortable, chilling aura permeated through.

Chu Zhao cried out in pain and wanted to step back, “It hurts, it hurts so much…”

Are Sword Cultivators all this strong?

She had thought the woman who saved her that night would be of a gentle and delicate nature, which was why she dared to approach.

But then she saw the person in front of her suddenly step back a few steps in a daze, her shoulders trembling in reaction, avoiding her gaze.

Leaning on her sword, she coughed weakly, her cheeks bloodless, and her pale, thin lips were again immersed in shocking crimson.

Chu Zhao tilted her head and thought for a moment, very bewildered.

Is the beauty afraid of her?

She tugged on the woman’s damp corner of her robe and whispered, “You… don’t be afraid, I am a good fish-dragon, and the dragon next to me is clumsy too. Your wound has ripped open, do you want to come and roast by the fire with us?”

She simply couldn’t believe that the slender, timid, and taciturn beauty in front of her, who faintly looked like she was originally wearing a snow-white robe, could be a demon who had killed many people.

“…Fish-dragon.” The woman murmured.

Just at that moment, the cold wind, carrying rain from outside the stone cave, swept past, blowing off the white silk band covering the woman’s eyes.

The other party’s eyes were a pair of exceedingly beautiful peach blossom shape, but they were now hollow and unfocused, with fine eyelashes adorned with crimson tear stains, contrasting with her pale complexion, like a gorgeous Datura flower in a demon lair.

Chu Zhao was stunned.

Although she knew the woman couldn’t see her, she still quietly moved back a few steps.

Then she heard the woman’s melodious voice, as if steeped in frost, “Did I scare you?”

That face was a blend of coldness and seductiveness, yet it did not seem contradictory, making people’s hearts involuntarily tremble.

She lightly opened her lips, “I am a Sword Cultivator traveling in Xizhou, my name is Jing Si.”

“And you?”

Chu Zhao couldn’t bear to take her eyes off the other person’s face. She sensed something unusual, but she couldn’t immediately pinpoint what it was.

She mumbled, “I, I’m called Chu…”

Zhu Yin, who had been settled by the warm fire, alert and cautious, had somehow climbed into her arms, anxiously biting her lapel and tugging wildly, “Woo-aow-aow!”

Chu Zhao pursed her lips, instinctively stepping back a few paces, truly unable to ignore the sense of incongruity about the woman in front of her.

It was like the slight chill of the rain outside the cave, slowly seeping into her limbs and bones.

Unlike the aloof withdrawal after the fireworks that night, at this moment, in this unknown stone cave, the woman was like a mist of clouds condensed from water vapor, silently wrapping around her.

She couldn’t discern the other party’s intentions.

Her words took a turn, and she quietly replied, “I’m called… Bei Yue.”

She couldn’t help but inwardly apologize many times to the lotus-colored little fish-dragon far away in Yaoguang Marsh. Her thoughts were tangled, but finally returned to the fragile woman in front of her.

Jing Si.

Could she be the cold, clear woman whose appearance she could never quite make out in her dreams?

Or… a wicked demon who fabricated an identity, attempting to deceive and seduce her?

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