After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 58

Being caught in the act, Chu Zhao’s voice was much softer, “Jingsi, you’re awake? I, I…”

She wanted to let go and step back, but the woman’s fingertip traced down her wrist, carrying a chill, and gently took the dagger from her hand.

Those unfocused, peach blossom eyes reflected her current look of helplessness, resting upon her with an emotion she couldn’t understand.

Jingsi curled her lips almost imperceptibly, lowered her gaze, and fumbled for a soft cloth. She slowly and carefully wiped the dagger from inside to out.

“Is this dagger very important to you? The scale inlaid on it, it must be from a fish demon?” Chu Zhao asked.

Jingsi’s movements suddenly paused.

“It is a token of love given to me by my Dao Companion,” she said, her eyes returning to Chu Zhao’s face. For some reason, she actually raised her lips, her voice drifting.

“Or, I should call her… my deceased wife.”

Chu Zhao was speechless.

The person in front of her looked cold and aloof, but when she spoke those two words, her expression was incredibly tender and entangled. Her eyes seemed to hold a hint of crimson, revealing a trace of morbid obsession.

Last night, Jingsi had been so good to her, and she hadn’t known that the person before her had actually had a Dao Companion.

Feeling inexplicably downcast, she replied with a small, lost voice, “Then she… must have really loved you.”

Remembering the traditions of the Fish Dragon race, Chu Zhao felt a little longing, “In our Yaoguang Marsh, it is to be inlaid onto the beloved person’s fin-tail, the one you will accompany for over a hundred years.”

“With my scale, crowning your fin-tail. Even if we separate, our hearts will remain connected.”

The sound of rain outside the stone cave was damp and soft.

In a trance, Chu Zhao heard a very low laugh from Jingsi.

When she came back to her senses, the woman had already lowered her gaze, her strands of hair heavily obscuring her eyes.

“So that is… how it is.”

A cool, greasy crimson oozed down the side of her sleeve. The dagger was unsheathed, and the sharp edge cut into her pale skin, but she seemed unaware.

Chu Zhao felt pity and anxiety, thinking that Jingsi had accidentally injured herself because of her blindness.

She gritted her teeth, tore her own sleeve into long strips of cloth, first purified the woman’s wound with mist condensed from spiritual energy, and then leaned closer, gently wrapping it with the cloth strips.

Jingsi lowered her eyes, not saying a word.

The wind brushed past her wide sleeves, lifting the thin fabric.

Chu Zhao saw a shocking sight.

Under the woman’s pale skin, the meridians were faint blue. Her slender forearm was actually covered with fish-shaped bloodstains. Some had already healed, others… were still beaded with blood, as if they had just been carved.

Seeming to sense that the fingers resting on her skin were trembling, the woman asked softly, “Beiyue, why are you shaking?”

Chu Zhao forced herself to bite her lip, preventing herself from crying out.

She gently covered it with the fabric and called out with a soft voice, “…Jingsi.”

The wound was already bandaged. She climbed up the woman’s arm and pressed her forehead against it. In her mind, this was how one should comfort someone.

The woman in her arms was as cold as the mist outside the cave. Chu Zhao couldn’t help but shiver, but she still wanted to warm the other person with her own body temperature.

The warm and soft contact was unimpeded.

The woman lowered her face, curving her lips into an arc so slight it was almost imperceptible.

She pretended not to know that her secret had been exposed, her voice laced with the lightness of her feigned blindness, perfectly timed, “Beiyue is a Fish Dragon. Are you, too, now gifting your tail scale to your contracted partner?”

Chu Zhao was slightly embarrassed, “Not yet.”

Her true form hadn’t been seen by many people in a hundred years, and Luogu had certainly never seen it. She was a self-respecting, virtuous Fish Dragon; she wouldn’t just hand over her tail scale to anyone.

Thinking of something, she was a little disappointed, “But, my tail scale seems to have been lost after an injury. The one on the dagger is very similar…”

Creamy white blended with light rouge—it was very similar to the color of her original scale.

Knowing she had said too much, Chu Zhao hastily covered her mouth, but then she heard the gentle voice of the woman embracing her.

“Then, this one piece I have…” The other party spoke with a hint of vague temptation.

“Could it be yours?”

Chu Zhao shook her head in confusion, remembering that she was pretending to be Beiyue, and quickly tried to compensate, “No, it’s not. My original form is lotus-root color, it doesn’t have crimson scales.”

“Lotus-root color?” Jingsi murmured.

She wore a somewhat interested smile.

Lowering her face to look, although her vision was still dark, through her Sea of Consciousness, the girl curled in her arms was enveloped in crimson spiritual energy, like a soft, scorching sunset glow.

The little Fish Dragon had lied to her, but she wasn’t good at lying.

Even the heartbeat in the chest pressed tightly against her arm was frantic, like a small drum being beaten.

“I don’t know what lotus-root color truly is,” she feigned confusion and asked softly, “Beiyue, could you transform into your true form so I can feel it?”

Sensing the girl’s body in her arms instantly stiffen, the smile on her lips deepened even more before it could fade.

Chu Zhao didn’t want to lose face, nor did she want to thwart Jingsi’s desire. She racked her brains and mumbled in response, “I can, I can! However, our Fish Dragon true forms are very massive. This small stone cave would probably collapse!”

“So… I won’t,” she buried her face even deeper.

Jingsi was very beautiful, but they had only known each other for one night. Could it be that all Sword Cultivators from Xizhou were so open-minded?

“That truly is a pity,” the woman sighed.

Chu Zhao’s face was burning, and she hastily struggled out of Jingsi’s embrace.

She found it very strange. They had been close for quite a while, yet the woman’s body still couldn’t warm up.

It was just like the cold, black fog from the nightmare last night.

As she left, the pearl bracelet that Luogu had given her snagged on the woman’s slender little finger, making a crisp, ringing sound.

Chu Zhao felt even more like she was secretly having a tryst with Jingsi in the cave, betraying Luogu, and quickly moved further away.

But then, she heard Jingsi suddenly speak, a hint of a strange arc at the corner of her lips, “Beiyue’s bracelet is very unique.”

A familiar aura, seemingly carrying a trace of someone’s life essence.

So familiar… she had been fiercely battling that person just last night.

Chu Zhao quietly replied, “I think it looks nice too.”

The space inside the stone cave was too narrow. Jingsi’s unintentional gaze made her feel hot all over.

Just then, the sky brightened, and the overnight rain was about to stop. She turned around, grabbed Zhuyin, who was still sound asleep, and wanted to escape the place, “Jingsi, I, I’m going out to find some food.”

Jingsi nodded and politely replied, “Alright, thank you for your trouble.”

Her eyes lowered as she listened to the hurried, messy footsteps recede until they were indistinct.

A smile spread little by little from her lips to her eyes. She laughed soundlessly, her thin shoulders trembling slightly, the corners of her eyes tinged with a morbid red.

…That bracelet.

No wonder Luogu knew the little fish’s whereabouts.

Zhaozhao, Zhaozhao.

Her Zhaozhao was still in this world.

Last night, she had been innocently sleeping, completely defenseless, only a few arm lengths away from her.

Si Jing fumbled around, bringing the cushion on which the girl had rested, tired from sleep, into her arms, trying to recreate the warm, soft feeling of holding her just moments ago, and affectionately rubbed her cheek against it.

But why would Zhaozhao deceive her with a false name?

Her knuckles tightened, turning a pale white. Obsessive malevolence slowly surged in her eyes, mixed with the bewilderment of being deceived, the corners of her eyes flushed crimson.

It no longer mattered.

Si Jing tossed aside the cushion, which was instantly permeated and torn apart by demonic energy, and softly curved her lips.

She took out a clean white silk cloth and covered her unfocused eyes. A cool breeze swept past outside the stone cave, outlining her already frail body, making her appear even more delicate.

“Cough, cough-cough.” A thread of blood overflowed from her pale lips with the low cough.

She knew Zhaozhao would like her in this state.

If she were to be more severely injured to save her, just like the night before last…

Would Zhaozhao take pity on her, willingly throw herself into her arms, and call out timidly in a soft voice?

Si Jing lowered her head, her lips already stained with crimson, and formed an extremely touching, yet seductive smile.

Since Zhaozhao wanted to play a game with her, she would certainly comply.

—

Chu Zhao only realized after leaving the stone cave that the place she was in was still within Xizhou territory.

However, the surrounding area was sparsely populated, and all she saw were dense, lush forests.

The air was cool and moist after the rain. She squatted down and picked an unremarkable mushroom. While Zhuyin in her arms was still rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning, she stuffed it into his mouth.

Zhuyin chewed and chewed, then suddenly realized something. His golden vertical pupils were half-covered in shyness, staring at the fingers of Chu Zhao that had been moistened by his tongue, “…Awooo.”

“Is it poisonous? If it’s not poisonous, I’ll eat it!” Chu Zhao held the small dragon wrapped around her wrist upside down and curiously shook him.

Seeing that Zhuyin was only dizzy for a moment and was fine, she happily squatted down, tucking a handful of mushrooms into the folds of her skirt.

This way, she could go back and roast mushrooms for Jingsi!

Chu Zhao stood up, ready to go find some meat, but didn’t notice the rustling of leaves by her ear.

A figure with an immortal bearing stood not far away, straightening his robe. His personal sword hummed, emanating a jade-green glow, but he sheathed it without a sound.

Chu Zhao picked a bunch of spiritual fruit, when suddenly, a soft touch covered the back of her hand.

She turned around in bewilderment.

Luogu took the fruit from her hand and gently washed it with purified water.

The man who should not have to do manual labor, the esteemed Sect Master of Kunlun Void, actually condescended to patiently peel the berries and gently offered them to Chu Zhao’s lips.

Glancing at Zhuyin, who was vigilantly glaring at him in Chu Zhao’s arms, and then seeing the Goldfish Grass Flower jade ring on the base of the girl’s finger, Luogu’s voice became slightly somber, “Zhaozhao, did you find a better partner outside… than A’Yu?”

Chu Zhao was not in the mood to taste the berries.

She retreated slightly, her voice very small, “A’Yu, I, I just wanted to come out and play for a few days.”

“I know,” Luogu, after a few days of separation, was different from her impression, becoming more nuanced and gentle.

“I prepared a Voice Transmission Jade Slip for Zhaozhao. Soon, we can return to Yaoguang Marsh, which you miss, and you can bring your little snake too.”

“A’Yu has looked for you for a long time, Zhaozhao, come back with me, alright?”

Chu Zhao, enveloped by Luogu’s gentle voice, was no longer very angry, but remembering the blind Sword Cultivator woman still waiting in the stone cave, she was instantly conflicted, “But…”

“Is Zhaozhao worried about the woman named Jingsi in the stone cave?” Luogu exposed her thoughts.

Chu Zhao covered her chest helplessly. She didn’t know why her inner thoughts could be heard, even though she hadn’t formed a spiritual contract with the woman yet.

The man’s fingertip touched the jade ring at the base of her finger, and he spoke softly, “Zhaozhao, look.”

Luogu performed some kind of spell, and the jade ring instantly shattered, melting into a pool of murky black mist that dispersed into the distance.

It was demonic energy.

Chu Zhao stared blankly at the scene, her heart rate slowing from rapid to bewildered.

“The ring was condensed from demonic energy and can devour the host’s soul essence. The person you met is a demon quite skilled at disguise,” Luogu sighed.

“Even so, does Zhaozhao still want to go back and find her?”

Chu Zhao did not speak.

She had indeed sensed demonic energy from Jingsi, but the woman’s tenderness toward her and her mournful remembrance of her deceased Dao Companion all made her feel that the woman was not a bad demon who had lost her sanity.

Was that jade ring… truly a trick?

“Not just the jade ring,” Luogu seemed to read something in her expression and chuckled softly, “Also, that dagger.”

“It was used to gouge out the demon core of the person she constantly spoke of. That fish demon, who regarded her as a Dao Companion, died with eyes wide open.”

The mushrooms in Chu Zhao’s skirt fell one after another.

She unconsciously curled her fingertips.

She touched the sleeve that she had torn to hastily bandage Jingsi.

The little fish carvings on the woman’s forearm had blurred into aggressive, clawing symbols. She remembered how the other party’s hand had rested on her waist, gradually tightening.

The unfocused eyes contained an affection that made her feel like she was drowning, and she called out to her softly and gently.

As if laying out a dense, soft net.

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