After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 6

Chu Zhao obviously couldn’t bear to hear those words.

She’d rather drown in water or sleep with her eyes open forever than join this terrible sect!

But in the next second, she was stunned.

Si Jing cradled her in her palm, her fingertip gently hooking around Chu Zhao’s tail fin, freeing the vulnerable abdomen from the ice silk.

Then she lowered her head slightly and examined her closely.

The distance was extremely close, close enough to see the slender eyelashes and the moist, pink lips. Chu Zhao’s milky-white soft scales on her belly also brushed against the thin calluses on the woman’s palm from years of sword practice.

Chu Zhao obediently curled up and didn’t move.

She was somewhat annoyed that she couldn’t close her eyes, feeling truly immodest, so she simply curled her tail up high, looked up, and quietly waited to be kissed.

But the cold, handsome face suddenly moved away.

“Water Spirit Root,” the woman whispered. “Acceptable aptitude.”

“But the sect does not recruit demon cultivators.”

Chu Zhao was hung up again. The woman’s grip was merciless, and she was swung back and forth until she was dizzy.

Si Jing stood up, holding the little fish in her hand, but suddenly heard a faint, resentful cry: “…Heartless Immortal Cultivator!”

“I hate you like a rock, so annoying, so annoying!”

Si Jing paused.

Upon hearing the word “heart,” a look of confusion flashed in her eyes, and her pale fingers unconsciously clutched at her lapel.

Seeing no reaction from her, Chu Zhao anxiously struggled with the ice silk that bound her for a while, and finally gave up resisting.

She decided to use the magic spell she had previously disdained.

It was taught to her by her beloved, beautiful wife, Shanhu: do this, and this… and you can make the object of your affection utterly devoted to you.

The little red fish flipped onto its belly, pretending to be short of water, and began to roll in discomfort, pulling at the ice silk that the woman in white held taut. “Thirsty, Ah Chu is thirsty…”

Si Jing stared at her for a moment, then stooped down and scooped up a handful of clear water from the spring.

When she stood up again, the ice silk in her palm was slack and limp, and the little fish was gone.

She showed no emotion, but suddenly sensed something, reached out, and touched the side of her face.

A cool, smooth scale, not her own, had grown on the side of her ear. Touching further, she felt the soft fin filaments, like wet feathers.

Si Jing frowned, examining herself in the rippling water.

Red scales and gills had sprouted on her fair cheek. Her eyes, as they moved, revealed a seductive light-peach color, and even a few strands of her hair were dyed crimson.

At the same time, she clearly heard Chu Zhao’s voice ring in her ear, delicate and noisy, “It’s so cool inside the beautiful lady’s body!”

“Come out,” Si Jing ordered.

Her chest suddenly began to pound loudly, like a small drum beating, unsettling her mind.

Chu Zhao, taking advantage of the opening, was naturally curious about her first possession. Her demonic consciousness explored the unfamiliar body, darting and crashing everywhere.

The meridians were like silent, flowing water channels, permeated with a familiar, bone-chilling cold.

But likely due to the vast disparity in cultivation, she couldn’t control the woman’s body at all. She could only sulk and settle down in Si Jing’s Sea of Consciousness. “No, I won’t come out, unless… you agree to be my wife!”

“…” The other party gave no response at all.

Chu Zhao was a little frustrated.

Her demonic consciousness lingered around Si Jing’s chest, trying to read the other person’s thoughts.

But just like the silence of her swimming beneath the ice during the coldest winter, there was no echo.

According to the method Shanhu taught her, this spell was supposed to allow her to hear the thoughts of the beautiful one.

Did she remember it incorrectly?

Chu Zhao circled several times but couldn’t find the woman’s most vulnerable thread of soul consciousness.

She could only nudge the other person’s “heart door” with her head, softly repeating: “You are my wife, you are my wife…”

She wanted the beautiful one to become obsessed with her, to speak gently to her every day and night, to kiss her constantly, and to sleep beside her.

The other person seemed to let out a slight sigh.

Finally, a response: “Don’t chant in my ear.”

“So you could hear me!” Chu Zhao angrily flicked her tail. “Big block of wood, big block of ice!”

Grandma Old Tree clearly said that the beautiful one was aloof and emotionally vacant, which was why she came to repay her kindness. Although the kindness came without much reason.

In translation, the divination was basically telling her to marry the beautiful one.

“Bad Immortal Cultivator, are you really sure you don’t lack a wife?” Chu Zhao deflated, curling up in Si Jing’s calm, wave-less chest, and softly suggested.

“I am a very powerful fish demon, and I’ve come to repay a favor! I can help your cultivation go smoothly, make you rich, and—and I can also help warm your bed.”

Her voice became smaller with the last sentence, feeling a little guilty.

Because her body temperature was always cool.

“No need.”

Si Jing was unmoved. She picked up a plain-handled dagger and, without changing her expression, moved to scrape off the scales on her cheek.

“Furthermore… is your way of repaying kindness to drain my cultivation to nourish yourself?”

Her voice was calm, not accusatory, merely stating a fact.

Chu Zhao was panic-stricken. She was vain; those were her most beautiful scales, and seeing Si Jing’s simple attire, she specifically wanted to put them on her as decoration.

She hadn’t stolen any cultivation!

She just wanted to hear the beautiful one’s thoughts and make her like her a little.

Feeling wronged and scared, Chu Zhao hastily jumped out in her original form. “Don’t cut them!”

The woman was prepared. She invoked an unknown magical artifact and silently whispered a spell, sealing Chu Zhao into a small snow-white porcelain bowl.

With a light wave, the bright dagger that had been in Chu Zhao’s sight suddenly vanished like smoke, transforming into a talisman drawn with ink, which was then hidden in the sleeve.

It had merely been a deceptive illusion.

Chu Zhao clung to the smooth rim of the porcelain bowl, repeatedly slipping down, yet still gathered her strength to poke her head out and protest, “You tricked me, you big meanie!”

To an outsider, the porcelain bowl was only the size of Si Jing’s palm, but in Chu Zhao’s eyes, it was as vast as several of her cave dwellings combined, with no end in sight.

Si Jing scooped water into the bowl, then rounded up the wilting kelp and crab from the spring and put them in. She glanced at Chu Zhao and said no more.

Straightening up, she spoke towards the lush, silent area behind her: “Yuan Ling, Su Su.”

“How long do you intend to hide and peek?”

The surroundings were silent for a moment, then came a rustling, and two heads covered in leaves emerged.

“Senior Sister, I—I’m sorry!”

Yuan Ling’s face was beet red. She clutched tightly at Shen Su Su’s waistband, hiding behind her.

Shen Su Su looked visibly embarrassed, concealing something behind her back. “Um, Senior Sister…”

She had just secretly recorded some unspeakable scenes with a Soul-Recording Bead and was happily watching when they were caught.

They had originally been asked by their fellow disciples to come and investigate the matter of Huan Liu’s unexplained absence from morning class, but somehow they got distracted.

Emerald Peak was remote, and it had been too long since any demons had wandered around, plus the sect had a rule forbidding the keeping of demon pets.

But…

Shen Su Su quietly glanced at the little fish.

She had been blind last night; this was a Koi! Could it be the Senior Disciple secretly kept it as a pet?

Si Jing glanced at the hand she concealed behind her back.

She didn’t expose her, only beckoned the two over. “I have something to entrust to you.”

Chu Zhao was sulking inside the porcelain bowl. When she got tired, she submerged herself in the water, blowing a few protest bubbles, when she was suddenly tucked into Yuan Ling’s embrace, meeting the clear-faced girl’s eyes.

“Take this demon down the mountain and find a suitable place to release it,” Si Jing said faintly.

After a moment of thought, she handed a jade slip to Shen Su Su. “If you encounter danger, crush this jade, and I will come.”

Chu Zhao snorted, “That won’t work at all.”

She opened her mouth, revealing tiny teeth, and made a threatening sound. “I love eating children the most!”

“It’s not to guard against you,” Si Jing lowered her gaze.

Chu Zhao was wiggling her tail, waiting for everyone to be on high alert, fearing her as a powerful demon.

Upon hearing the words, her eyes grew wide and round.

“Oh…”

She blew a ring of bubbles, deflated, and sank sullenly to the bottom of the water.

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