After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 59

Night fell, the wind and rain sparse.

Chu Zhao’s steps were damp, clutching a skirt full of mushrooms and berries, she hurried forward cautiously with her head down. The little dragon dangling on her arm had bright, vigilant vertical pupils, observing the surroundings alertly.

Suddenly, the moisture in the air solidified and became viscous.

Threads of black mist gathered, mixed with a bloody smell, condensing into a blood demon with a blurred face, hissing and snarling, grim and rough.

“Awoo! Awooooo!” Zhuyin suddenly bit the corner of the girl’s sleeve, its scales bristled, and its dragon whiskers tensed in defense.

Chu Zhao lowered her face, lightly pursed her lips, seemingly having expected this.

Without attempting to evade, a vibrant red spiritual power surged around her, gradually condensing at her fingertips into the shape of a long sword.

She gripped the hilt, her body light, and in an instant, she retreated a few steps away. With a slight turn of her wrist, the sword light swept towards the formless demonic energy.

The blood demon seemed to be scorched, emitting sizzling sounds, and a faint, mournful scream could be heard in the air.

But looking again, the path ahead was blocked. The demonic energy quickly regrouped, condensing into a more terrifying existence, enough to shroud the night sky.

Chu Zhao’s hand, gripping her skirt, gradually tightened.

Suddenly, a cold, sharp beam of sword light swept across, like flowing wind and turning snow, piercing the blood demon along its fragile demonic core.

Most of the chaotic mist dispersed. A few steps away, a frail figure sheathed her sword, barely leaning on it for support.

Jing Si’s snow-white ribbon covering her eyes was already stained with blood mist, and her pale face was tinged with crimson. Her Taoist robe was dishevelled, thoroughly soaked by the rain, no longer neat as it was in the morning; she resembled a jade lotus broken into the mud.

Since she was unable to see, all her movements appeared somewhat sluggish, yet she took care to protect the crimson cloth tightly wrapped around the palm of her left hand.

That spot was dry and soft, without a single splash of bloodstain.

Chu Zhao stared blankly at the woman a few steps away.

Jing Si’s steps were unsteady. Leaning on her sword to guide her way, she seemed unaware of Chu Zhao, still searching for her whereabouts.

“…Beiyue?” she suddenly called out.

The blood demon, having absorbed the woman’s blood, scattered and regrouped, its crimson shadow especially eerie, striking from behind her.

In an instant, it could pierce through her heart meridian.

Yet, Jing Si was completely oblivious.

Chu Zhao bit her lip tightly. Tipping her toe, she leaped to the other’s side.

The long sword formed by spiritual power instantly changed into a dagger, which she forcefully stabbed into the demon’s vital spot.

She noticed the woman’s frail body suddenly stiffen.

With a look of confusion, she turned sideways, extended her pale and slender fingers from her sleeve, and groped about in bewilderment.

“Beiyue.” The woman’s voice was mixed with mist. “…Beiyue.”

“Is that you?”

Chu Zhao’s face showed distress, and just as she was about to answer, she suddenly heard the sound of fresh blood dripping right next to her ear, close at hand.

Her waist was embraced, and she only managed to see Jing Si’s jaw tighten as she was shielded behind the cold, soft body.

She heard the sound of flesh tearing, pūchī, and the giant blood demon’s shriek.

The light rain pattered. A demonic core was gouged out by a plain white sword, rolling onto the ground with a barely audible sound.

Chu Zhao’s hand touched the continuously flowing stickiness. Lost, she called out, “Jing Si…?”

“I thought you wouldn’t come back to the stone cave to look for me again,” Jing Si coughed lightly, her voice weak, holding a subtle, barely perceptible smile.

“…Fortunately.”

The woman’s voice was so faint it was almost imperceptible.

Chu Zhao saw that the woman’s chest had been pierced by the demonic energy, leaving a terrifying, gaping blood-hole that she couldn’t block no matter how hard she tried.

Jing Si’s sword was already covered in blood.

Unsure how many demons she had slain, she had groped her way to this place, far from the stone cave.

Her eyes suddenly became sore and hot, her vision blurred. She hastily brought Jing Si back to the stone cave.

She should have settled the woman properly first, but she was drawn and momentarily lost by the scene of tranquility inside.

The bonfire that had been extinguished last night was gently reignited, with soft kindling laid next to it. Everything was arranged with exceptional neatness.

The mealworms she liked were properly skewered and roasted. Next to them, in a tender lotus leaf, were wrapped a few plum blossom cakes shaped like small fish.

From the first light of dawn until the present dusk, the woman, with her eyes covered by the snow-white ribbon, had slowly groped and prepared everything for her.

Her nose felt a little sore, but her gaze was blank, only because she recalled Luoyu’s words.

Moisture silently enveloped her chest, forming a thin layer of ice that froze the surging emotions.

Chu Zhao settled Jing Si on the side, quietly grasping the other’s cold wrist with one hand to transfer spiritual power.

She turned over the kindling in the bonfire. The flickering firelight reflected a pair of pink eyes, alternately bright and dim.

The woman awoke shortly after. Chu Zhao only felt her own hand being held by cold, delicate fingers.

The other’s voice was faint, containing a subtle, barely noticeable satisfaction. “…Your hand is very warm.”

With a rustle, Jing Si sat up and hugged her waist from behind.

Chu Zhao lightly bit her lip, struggling to control the panic in her heart.

“I’m a little cold,” the woman whispered. “Beiyue, please just let me hold you like this, alright?”

Chu Zhao quietly hummed a response, her chest torn by contradiction.

In front of her was the warm firelight, but behind her was a deep, icy coldness, leaving her caught between two forces.

She gently opened her mouth: “Did Jing Si treat your previous daolü (companion) the same way?”

The woman’s body behind her suddenly stiffened.

After a moment of silence, she seemed to be reminiscing, and softly replied: “Yes, she must have liked me holding her like this.”

“I… was very happy too.”

The usually lively and active little red fish would clasp her forearm with her pale hands when confined in her embrace, looking up at her shyly.

Most of the time, she would say “Wifey, a kiss,” in a spoiled, breathy voice, and directly rush up to kiss her.

Chu Zhao felt the person behind her relax and lowered her eyes to ask, “Then how did she pass away?”

Jing Si remained silent for a longer time than usual.

Just when she thought she wouldn’t receive an answer, she heard the woman’s strangely calm voice.

“She was wounded by a villain, her demonic core was gouged out, and her soul and breath were completely scattered.”

“When I woke up, she was just lying in my arms, a hole in her chest, unable to hear my words anymore,” Jing Si’s voice was slightly hoarse.

“Was it a demon?” Chu Zhao closed her eyes.

“Was it a demon that used a dagger to gouge out her demonic core?”

Jing Si actually laughed miserably.

After a long pause, she replied, “…Yes.”

Chu Zhao’s heart plummeted abruptly.

Upon hearing Jing Si personally admit to the “demon” and the “gouging out of the demonic core,” her eyes had already dimmed.

“It must have hurt a lot,” she murmured. “To be harmed by a demon, with not even a demonic core left.”

To have her chest pierced by the person she loved deeply, with a dagger inlaid with her own tail scales.

She wondered if that fish demon was afraid of pain.

“It won’t be like this again,” Chu Zhao felt the woman behind her hug her tighter. “I won’t let such a thing happen again.”

Chu Zhao felt a twinge of sorrow, wanting to escape from Jing Si’s embrace, but she couldn’t.

She instinctively tried to push away the hands covering her waist, and whispered to herself, “But, I hate demons.”

It was as if cold water had been poured over her head.

Si Jing’s lips were pale and weak, her eyes unfocused, her eyelids lowered. She opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.

“Is Beiyue afraid because of the blood demon just now?” She struggled to maintain a soft tone.

“I… I won’t let the past repeat. If we encounter demons in the future, I will protect you just like tonight, alright?”

If the little fish didn’t like demons, she would conceal her demonic energy and stay by her side as a pure and respected sword cultivator.

Even if every time she circulated the Xuanmen (Mystic Gate) spiritual energy, her internal organs and bones were intensely burned and agonized, a form of self-mutilation.

Her use of the ridiculous pseudonym “Jing Si” was precisely for this purpose.

The girl in her arms hung her head, remaining silent for a long time.

Si Jing felt anxious.

As if to prove something, she endured the pain to circulate the Ice Spirit Root, which was incompatible with demonic energy. The cool, icy spiritual power condensed at her fingertips, transforming into the ice flower that the little fish liked.

Weakly, she coaxed softly, “Beiyue, look.”

A sweet, metallic taste filled her throat, yet hope couldn’t help but rise in her heart.

She still remembered last night, how innocent and naive the girl was, and how joyful her tone was when she saw the ice flower bloom at her fingertips.

Spreading her five fingers towards the firelight, she curiously examined the jade ring at the base of her finger for a long time.

This way, would the little fish still regard her as the ridiculous Four Spirit Root sword cultivator?

Instead of… a hateful demon.

The spiritual power and demonic energy clashed inside her body, and threads of blood seeped from Si Jing’s lips.

Not wanting the person in her arms to notice, she casually wiped away the crimson, a feigned look of satisfaction appearing in her eyes, forcing a smile.

When she formed a contract with Zhao Zhao again, she would prepare all the betrothal gifts the girl liked every day.

The little fish liked sparkling things. Fortunately, she had many treasures in her storage ring.

Since leaving the Silent Sea, accumulating pearls and shells in the marketplace had become a habit. Over time, she had saved so much; there would surely be something Zhao Zhao liked.

If the little fish was interested in sword practice, she would teach her personally; if she wanted to travel the Nine Provinces with her and view the morning glow of all four seasons, she would guard her side.

When tired, if the little fish wanted to appear before the boys and girls of Verdant Peak without restraint and play freely, she would be willing.

Si Jing’s eyes suddenly dimmed.

…She forgot that Cloud Water Gorge no longer existed.

But it didn’t matter.

As long as the little fish could return to her side and stay by her side forever, that was enough.

It didn’t matter that she was a demon. As long as she could still please the girl, and Zhao Zhao still liked her, then she was willing to do anything.

The ice flower blooming at her fingertips was not taken; melted by the heat of the fire, it gradually withered.

A sickly, weak crimson hue appeared in the depths of Si Jing’s eyes, yet she still controlled her voice, “Does Beiyue not like it anymore?”

She gently stroked the back of the hand of the person in her arms, not feeling the snapdragon flower ring she had condensed last night, and her movement paused slightly.

“Did you accidentally lose my jade ring?” Her tone was exceptionally soft. “It doesn’t matter. I… I will condense another one with spiritual power and give it to you.”

Having already fallen into the demonic path, the flow of Xuanmen spiritual energy through her meridians and muscles caused her flesh and blood to feel corroded, resulting in agonizing pain.

Yet, Si Jing merely turned a little paler at the lips. Containing the metallic taste of blood, she condensed the cool, icy spiritual power into an ice bracelet and an ice ring.

Carefully and meticulously, she pushed them onto the base of the girl’s fingers.

Just like when she was still at Verdant Peak, when she adorned the petite and lively little red fish in her palm.

Even if the little fish left her sight, the magical artifacts condensed with her own spiritual power could still ensure her safety.

Chu Zhao couldn’t help but recoil, yet she couldn’t evade, and a chill touched her pinky finger.

She hid the panic in her eyes, trembling uncontrollably.

Did Jing Si still intend to trap her with the evil items condensed from demonic energy?

The woman behind her had a serious unhealed wound and was drenched in rain. Perhaps the exertion was too great, as her jaw rested on Chu Zhao’s shoulder, and she said nothing more, only wrapping her tightly in an affectionate embrace.

The softness at her back gradually warmed up, but Chu Zhao’s chest was growing colder little by little.

The already weak bonfire was extinguished.

They slept fully clothed.

Outside the stone cave, the rain fell even more heavily.

Chu Zhao spoke very little, but the woman, using a tone she had hardly heard in recent days, confessed her affection for her in the darkness.

She spoke of her past travels across the Nine Provinces to eliminate demons, having heard of rare goose-feather snow in Xizhou, a sight of exquisite beauty. She also mentioned the great marsh in Dongzhou where the morning glow rises, the first ray of dawn across the Nine Provinces.

After every sentence, she paused gently and asked Chu Zhao if she would like to see them with her.

Chu Zhao curled up in the woman’s arms, silent, her pink eyes faintly showing a crimson tint.

She heard Jing Si mention the “barren mountain” very close to the Silent Sea.

The woman gradually described a scene exactly like the one in her dreams with her words. And she said that after a hundred years, everything on the barren mountain would return to its original state.

“At that time, we’ll go look for the legendary ‘Great Water Pit,’ alright?” Jing Si leaned on the top of her head, a hint of laughter mixed at the end of her sentence.

Chu Zhao closed her eyes, seemingly hearing the gentle rustle of branches, the rippling of water. Tender lotus flowers bloomed by the pond. In a trance, she glimpsed a shrimp and a crab hiding behind the lotus leaf.

They were calling her something, but she couldn’t hear clearly.

She also heard Jing Si mention the Cloud Water Gorge, covered in snow all year round, hidden among the mountains of Zhongzhou.

Although the disciples within the sect were few, they were always filled with laughter, which she longed for.

How strange. Why was it called “Verdant Peak” when it snowed all four seasons?

The woman seemed to hear her thoughts and gently murmured, “You’ll know as long as you are there.”

Thousands of rays of light dyed the little red fish’s bright scales in her palm. That night, the snow that brushed her face completely melted into a burning warmth and softness.

The mountain stream ascended, willing to turn into a handful of spring breeze.

To coax her to sleep, Jing Si spoke of so many scenic places, but due to her severe injury, her voice subtly weakened.

Silence returned to her ears.

Chu Zhao lowered her eyelids, feigning sleep.

In the haze, she felt a warm breath approaching, lingering by her lips.

The woman seemed to gaze at her lovingly in the darkness for a long time.

In the end, she remained extremely restrained, only lightly touching her lips, like a snow feather brushing past, leaving no trace.

Jing Si held her tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Zhao sat up.

Her shoulders were silently trembling in the thick darkness. Her nose was slightly red. In her apricot eyes, large patches of bewildered moisture condensed into tears, falling onto her lap.

In her hand, she held the dagger she had easily taken from the woman’s sleeve after she had carelessly relaxed her guard.

She recalled the bet she had made with Luoyu before returning to the stone cave.

If Jing Si truly was the evil demon who had killed her daolü, she would use this dagger herself to seek justice for the tragically dead fish demon.

The blade of the dagger was gleamingly sharp, but Chu Zhao’s vision was replaying the scene from earlier.

The woman shielding her in her arms, her chest pierced by demonic energy, with blood gushing out.

Again, Jing Si’s voice echoed in her ears: the clouds of Dongzhou, the rare snow of Xizhou, and the barren mountain, the Verdant Peak.

They all ultimately converged into one soft sentence: “Are you willing to come with me?”

The dagger fell from her hand.

Chu Zhao’s vision was blurred. She gave up helplessly, kneeling where she was.

In the darkness, the woman was still in the same sleeping posture, holding her, and on her lips, there lingered the controlled, soft warmth from moments ago.

Before escaping from the stone cave, Chu Zhao looked back one last time, her eyelashes wet.

She thought, if only Jing Si wasn’t a demon.

If only she could travel the Nine Provinces with the woman, just as those longing words before sleep had suggested, how wonderful would that be?

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