After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 57

Jing Si temporarily settled down in the stone cave.

Although she had an aloof and reserved appearance, the contours of her brows and eyes were of a beauty that Chu Zhao had never seen, and her temperament was ethereal. Even heavily wounded and down-on-her-luck, she was still difficult to look away from.

Chu Zhao sat a little distance away from the woman, quietly observing her under the flickering light of the fire.

Jing Si condensed a ball of water vapor in the shape of a water spiritual root, washed the snow-white silk covering her eyes, and hung it near the fire to silently dry.

Her eyes, with their lowered lashes, were out of focus, yet still reflected the swaying firelight, a beauty that was ambiguous, neither good nor evil.

So, she had a water spiritual root, just like herself.

Chu Zhao noticed a corner of the silk still stained with blood and quietly gathered some water vapor towards it.

Jing Si couldn’t see, and she wanted to help.

But the water vapor was frozen into thin ice by a cold, chilling presence that arose from nowhere, before it could even get close.

She heard the other party speak softly, “Are you watching me?”

Chu Zhao was startled. She had never expected that Jing Si could also manipulate ice-elemental spiritual power.

Her little movement discovered, she immediately covered her eyes, her voice unconsciously softening, “I, I was not…”

There was silence for a long time.

She tentatively revealed one eye, only to find that Jing Si had moved closer at some point.

The woman, due to her blindness, did not look at her, but simply raised a fingertip. A cold, clear spiritual power slowly condensed the outline of an ice flower.

The flower seemed to have life, imbued with the light green color of the wood spiritual root, its petals and branches unfurling like an ordinary plant.

But ice chips kept falling, clearly being deliberately manipulated and sculpted.

It was in the shape of a snapdragon flower.

Chu Zhao stared blankly at the scene. In the dim stone cave, the person in front of her wore blood-stained robes, yet her beauty was more refined than the ice flower itself.

Jing Si, guided by scent, offered the fingertip-sized ice flower, her lips slightly raised, “If you like it, then I gift it to you.”

“Consider it a small gift for my stay here tonight.”

Zhu Yin was very restless in Chu Zhao’s arms, but because its mouth was stuffed with a cloth gag, manually silenced, it whined and growled with grievance.

Chu Zhao raised her hand to take the ice flower.

A cool, moist sensation spread across her fingertips. She looked at it left and right in surprise, but in the blink of an eye, the exquisite ice flower turned into a shining small ring, clasping onto the base of her finger.

“This way, perhaps it can be preserved longer,” the woman murmured softly.

As the ice crystal turned into jade, Chu Zhao’s heart also felt tightly constrained by this jade ring in the shape of a snapdragon.

She hadn’t realized Jing Si was so powerful, able to manipulate four types of spiritual power: water, ice, wood, and metal.

But the books she read in the Yao Guang Marsh stated that in the mortal realm, a single spiritual root was considered outstanding, and a four-spiritual root was a mixed root, completely lacking in cultivation talent.

Was that why Jing Si was heavily injured and infected with demonic energy during the demon-slaying, and ended up in this state?

Chu Zhao felt a little disheartened and quietly touched Jing Si’s scarred hand, “Did you get hurt because you couldn’t defeat those bad demons?”

“A four-spiritual root is also very amazing! If anyone bullies you again later, I’ll go and teach them a lesson for you!”

In the dim light, she did not notice the woman’s lips subtly curling up, the arc faint and hard to catch.

“I was inferior in skill. I intended to seek the trace of Luo… Fairy Zhuo Qing to slay demons and help the world, but I was injured. I wonder if I can be selected at the disciple admission ceremony of Northern Prefecture’s Kunlun Xu in a few days?”

Chu Zhao heard Jing Si cough weakly again, her pale, thin lips stained with blood, her body frail and seemingly about to collapse.

She nestled the sword cultivator beauty into her arms with pity, pulled the clumsy dragon away by its tail, and comforted it in a low voice, “You definitely will.”

“But Kunlun Xu isn’t that great either,” Chu Zhao’s tone was low.

It never snows, it’s always so quiet you can hear a pin drop, there are many disciples, but they only know how to cultivate rigidly, and Luo Yu doesn’t allow her to go anywhere outside her sleeping quarters, which makes her very uncomfortable.

In short, she had now escaped from Luo Yu’s side.

“Has Bei Yue also been to Kunlun Xu?” Jing Si smiled gently. For some reason, her voice was a little husky.

“I heard that Fairy Zhuo Qing, Luo Yu, will soon be married to the Young Master of the Fish Dragon Clan, and it will be at Kunlun Xu. Do you know… is that true?”

Chu Zhao was startled and helpless.

It took her a while to realize that “Bei Yue” in the woman’s mouth was calling her.

She could only answer softly, “I know. Because, because I have a very good relationship with the Young Master.”

Because the Young Master was herself.

Silence fell after her words.

Chu Zhao thought her disguise had been exposed, and she looked over in a panic, only to see the woman in her arms curving her lips, her smile carrying a hint of enchantment.

“What does Bei Yue think of them? Luo Yu is already at the Incarnation Stage, and the Young Master of the Fish Dragon Clan… I seem to have met him once before.” Jing Si sighed softly.

“They truly are a perfect match.”

Chu Zhao was first slightly affected by the “met once before” in Jing Si’s words, but when she heard the word “perfect match,” she immediately felt a little disappointed.

“Not necessarily. Because Fairy Zhuo Qing isn’t as gentle as she appears,” she spoke softly. “I… am always very afraid.”

Especially today, Luo Yu actually forbade her from leaving her sight.

Chu Zhao heard the woman’s soft chuckle, clear and melodious, with an unknown meaning.

“Then is Bei Yue afraid of me?” Her wrist was suddenly lightly held by a cool, gentle touch.

Chu Zhao vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if her limbs were being entangled by the mist outside the stone cave, and a chill was silently seeping in.

But when she quietly looked over, Jing Si was still in that frail, utterly empty-eyed state.

She shook her head, “I’m not afraid.”

Jing Si seemed very satisfied with the answer, and the curve of her lips deepened.

“Watching others marry, Bei Yue… doesn’t she want to try it herself?” Her voice was soft.

Jing Si suddenly raised her hand, wanting to touch Chu Zhao’s face, but due to her blindness, she only brushed past her lips, spontaneously stirring up a tingling sensation.

“Otherwise, why were you looking at me just now?”

Chu Zhao’s heart pounded wildly, and she shyly turned her head away.

She had indeed harbored many thoughts just now and had never seen an immortal cultivator who matched her dream lover’s appearance as well as Jing Si, and she had been lost in contemplation for a moment.

However, she had already promised to marry Luo Yu. If she got entangled with anyone else, she would be a bad fish dragon who was two-timing.

She could only say with some regret, stammering, “But I’m getting married soon too. My Dao Companion is the leader of a powerful Xuanmen sect, Jing Si, you…”

Jing Si didn’t speak again in response.

Chu Zhao, in the flickering firelight, only saw the woman’s knuckles pale, her hair covering her empty peach-blossom eyes, her emotions unclear.

“We, we can still be very good friends,” Chu Zhao wanted to make amends. “After we marry, you can come to Yao Guang Marsh as a guest. I want to help you heal your eyes.”

Friends?

The woman separated from her embrace, her face lowered, making it impossible to discern her expression.

She chuckled softly, as if suppressing various emotions, then looked up, her unfocused gaze once again wrapping around Chu Zhao’s face.

“You want to take me to the Eastern Prefecture? Alright, then I… will wait.”

The feeling of being enveloped by damp, cold mist seeped in again. Chu Zhao bit her lip and poked the fire.

She felt very strange. Jing Si didn’t seem as angry as she had imagined after being rejected. Instead, she seemed… more satisfied.

The night was deep.

Even as vigilant as Zhu Yin was, it was tired of howling by now, curled up into a circle in grievance, and fell asleep with Chu Zhao’s hem in its mouth.

Chu Zhao rested her head on the cushion, her eyelids heavy. She gave her back to the frail, reserved sword cultivator woman, and her breathing gradually became steady.

The continuous rain outside the stone cave gave her a sense of security, as if she had returned to the Yao Guang Marsh.

She muttered in her dream, “A’Lang, Bei Bei… I, I’m back.”

All the way, with singing and laughter, the two figures she relied on welcomed her back and personally fed her crispy, fragrant mealworms, bringing them right to her lips.

Chu Zhao opened her mouth without thinking, but a cold, soft object seemed to intrude, making her moan uncomfortably for a moment.

She didn’t like the damp rain, but the water vapor seemed to rush towards her, carrying a bizarre aura that made her uneasy, slowly consuming her.

It was almost pervasive, folding and unfolding her body, trying to pry something out of it.

Si Jing slowly withdrew the fingertip that was in the girl’s mouth.

The terrifying wound had long been mended and healed by the demonic energy. Her face was pale, but a faint, flushing color spread across it.

Closing her eyes, she let the demonic energy silently dissipate, intertwining with the sleeping girl’s soft, snowy body, sending a chill that penetrated to the marrow.

“… Zhao Zhao,” she whispered weakly.

The sound of the rain trickling could not drown out the sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, restrained moans within the stone cave.

After falling to the demonic path, how could one speak of clarity and restraint?

It was better to say that when she exchanged names with the gentle-voiced, shy fish dragon, Si Jing had already wanted to do these unrestrained things.

Imagining the girl in front of her was the Zhao Zhao she was looking for, imagining the person in her arms had a husky voice, calling her “Zhi Zhi,” and shyly asking her when they would marry.

But the demonic energy did not detect a single familiar trace on the other person.

The damp demonic core that had almost become Si Jing’s inner demon, the sensitive scales at the little fish’s waist—nothing was there.

The girl called herself Bei Yue, her original form was a fish dragon, and she had a graceful figure, with a build exactly like hers. Except for her voice, everything else was very different from the little fish in Si Jing’s memory.

Si Jing had struggled with the thought that perhaps Zhao Zhao had reincarnated? That Bei Yue was the little fish in this life.

But all expectations were utterly shattered the moment the girl shyly and timidly said that she was about to marry.

Si Jing curved her lips. After the lust dissipated, she leaned against the shadows of the stone cave.

She caressed the snapdragon ring on the sleeping girl’s finger, thinking, this is good, too.

After she quietly won the other’s trust, this ring, condensed from demonic energy, would plunder her soul and eternally seal it within.

A person who resembled Zhao Zhao but was not Zhao Zhao… she also wanted to keep by her side, to always accompany her.

Si Jing’s gaze dropped, her shoulders slightly trembling, her eyes filled with bloody mist, and she laughed idiotically, the demonic energy around her surging.

She had just been thinking that Zhao Zhao would still reincarnate.

With her demonic core gouged out by a dagger enchanted with the Soul-Shattering Curse, her soul scattered—how could the little fish come to find her again?

Everything was her delusion.

…

Chu Zhao felt wet and clammy all over, very uncomfortable.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. The sky outside the stone cave was not yet bright, and the cushion beneath her was indeed soaked. Especially beneath her skirt, there was a sticky sensation that made her face flush.

Was it time for her to excrete little fish eggs again? Or had the rain fallen so heavily last night that it had soaked the inside of the stone cave?

Suddenly remembering the heavily wounded sword cultivator beauty who had sought refuge last night, Chu Zhao frantically searched and found the slender, delicate silhouette beside the sparse grass not far away.

Jing Si was still sleeping.

Chu Zhao tiptoed over, leaned to the side, and quietly traced the outline of the woman’s brows and eyes with her gaze.

Last night she didn’t have the vague dreams from before. Her memory was already poor, making it even harder to distinguish whether the person in front of her was truly the one from her dreams.

However, the exquisitely smooth jade ring was still on her knuckle.

Remembering the gift Jing Si gave her, using four kinds of spiritual power as if performing an illusion, Chu Zhao couldn’t help but feel her ears heat up.

Compared to the pearl bracelet Luo Yu casually gave her, she… preferred the one from the sword cultivator beauty.

The woman, sleeping on her side, suddenly turned over.

Chu Zhao was startled, hastily covered her mouth, and was utterly at a loss.

Silence returned to her ears. She quietly looked over, and Jing Si was still closing her eyes, her breathing steady.

However, a dagger inlaid with a gem-encrusted tail scale slipped out of her sleeve.

Was it Jing Si’s self-defense artifact?

Chu Zhao reached out, silently retrieved the dagger, examined it carefully, and tilted her head in slight bewilderment.

She felt that the tail scale was strangely familiar.

It was very similar to the color of her original body’s scales, and even the feeling when she stroked it was exactly the same.

Her tail was indeed injured after she woke up this time from the Yao Guang Marsh, but when she asked Huai Lang, all she got was a grumpy, “bitten by a demon.”

Moreover, she hadn’t had any contact with Jing Si before this.

It must not be her tail scale.

Chu Zhao wanted to subtly put the dagger back into Jing Si’s sleeve, as if trying to hide the truth.

But her wrist was suddenly clasped by a cold, unfamiliar touch.

Chu Zhao met the woman’s extraordinarily serene, curiously empty eyes.

Jing Si couldn’t see her, but Chu Zhao strangely felt like she was being watched.

“Bei Yue.” Jing Si gently opened her lips. Her voice showed no sign of tiredness and was equally emotionless.

“Do you… like this dagger?”

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