After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 61

The black mist dispersed and then gathered again, the outline of the full moon tinged with a scarlet shadow.

The rain was about to stop, and the demonic energy that had invaded Xizhou was also set to dissipate.

The immortal cultivator stationed on Danyong City had relaxed slightly, having put away his magical artifact. In a drowsy state, his throat suddenly felt a chill.

He opened his eyes in terror, catching a glimpse of the demonic energy linking up before his eyes like ink. He was already gasping, unable to speak.

Close at hand was a pair of unfocused, yet soul-stirring peach blossom eyes, with a truly exquisite and bewitching appearance.

Si Jing revealed a gentle smile and shattered the last great array defending Xizhou against the demonic energy. As she did, she bent down and scooped up a jade talisman from the immortal cultivator’s waist.

Her fingertip slowly rubbed against it—the three words Kunlun Xu.

Where could Luo Yu… be hiding now?

In a short time, Danyong City would become the first city to be invaded by demonic energy, right under the nose of this Divinity Transformation stage great expert.

Would this Martial Aunt of hers make a move?

Or would she use Zhao Zhao’s information to exchange with her, in order to maintain her prestige in the Nine Provinces?

Through the demonic energy in her sea of consciousness, Si Jing caught a glimpse of the scenery within Danyong City, currently displaying a flourishing pond of pink lotus under the shroud of demonic energy.

Zhao Zhao would certainly like it here.

“Reuniting with Zhao Zhao, yet coincidentally losing your sight.” A sneering voice sounded by her ear, “How tragic. Wouldn’t you agree, Jing Si?”

Si Jing sensed the familiar, deeply ingrained blood mist wrapping around her from behind.

Her eyes showed a shadow of annoyance, and she dispelled the attack with a wave of her hand.

Gui Ji did not dodge, or perhaps, she had no physical form at all, merely a crimson mist indistinguishable from the demonic energy.

“A-Jing, I’ve come to help you.” She deliberately lowered her voice to be soft and gentle, just like Si Jing’s disguise in the stone cave.

“Help you regain your sight, help you… find Zhao Zhao.”

“The condition for the exchange is that you must kill Luo Yu for me.”

“What is it?” Si Jing opened her lips, “Did you hit a wall at Kunlun Xu in Beizhou, stealing my name, and feel resentment after being treated as a plaything by Fairy Zhuo Qing?”

Gui Ji chuckled, “A-Jing, you’ve become very different from before.”

More and more like her.

She moved closer, speaking: “Unfortunately, the world knows ‘Si Jing,’ but not ‘Gui Ji.’ If these shocking rumors reached Zhao Zhao’s ears, what then?”

Si Jing tightened her fingers, and demonic energy radiated from her body.

“Even if you haven’t forgotten those Xuanmen sword techniques and temporarily fooled Zhao Zhao. But what about… your drunken Master at Yunshuijian on Yulu Peak? What about your sixteen deceased junior brothers and sisters?”

“I found something interesting at Kunlun Xu.” Gui Ji solidified into an identical likeness of her, smiling brightly, “Do you still remember the Merman Lamp under the pond in Yingchuan City?”

“Luo Yu’s sleeping quarters actually have a genuine one.” She sighed, lightly raising her hand, and the blood mist hooked out the dagger from Si Jing’s sleeve.

“You might not know that the soul fragments severed by this dagger will gather in Luo Yu’s Merman Lamp.”

“Is the little fish truly inside?” A nearly self-evident rhetorical question.

Si Jing smiled silently.

Her gaze was vacant, directed at Gui Ji’s location. She suddenly raised her hand and slowly tightened her grip around her neck. “What else do you want to exchange with me?”

“I told you.” Gui Ji replied softly, “Kill Luo Yu. And just give me a share after you find Zhao Zhao.”

“A-Jing, you’re not losing out. After all, we were born from the same root.”

“And I am the past you lost.”

Tidal, damp air rushed towards her, integrating into her flesh and blood. When Si Jing opened her eyes again, everything around her gradually changed from chaos to clarity.

“Who is that?” Gui Ji murmured in her ear.

After seeing the newcomer clearly, a trace of subtle distaste was mixed in her voice, “…Filthy drunkard.”

A figure in deep indigo, like a cold crow, stood below the city. Just as Si Jing looked down, the woman happened to look up.

Xue Su had a peach branch tucked into her left waist, a wine gourd on her right, and her sword had no place to hang, so she could only carry it dejectedly.

She cheerfully waved at Si Jing.

“Hey—” Her voice was very loud, calling out with a smile, “Good little fellow, open the gate.”

…

Si Jing inexplicably became Xue Su’s guide.

It was called guiding, but the other party acted completely familiar with Xizhou, audaciously claiming she wanted to take her to see Fairy Zhuo Qing.

She even said the person wasn’t in Danyong City, but in a place only she could find.

Si Jing used demonic energy to alter her appearance—a face that passersby would forget immediately—and still used the alias “Jing Si.”

Danyong City’s protective array was broken. When people inside heard the news, the ordinary folk had long since evacuated. The majority who remained were immortal cultivators with the ability to protect themselves.

Xue Su verbally expressed urgency, yet she pulled Si Jing along to eat this and that, taking her time, and in the end, expected Si Jing to pay the bill.

“I… I fled from Beizhou.” The woman blinked pitifully. “Jing Si, Jing Si, a desperate plea for help.”

“…” Si Jing straightened her face and pushed a table full of spirit stones aside.

She didn’t know if her Master had recognized her, nor could she fathom her Master’s thoughts. The other party knew she had fallen into the demonic path, but didn’t treat her with utter revulsion.

On the first day after leaving the Sunken Sea, she came to Zhongzhou and placed the soul fragments of the sixteen people of Yunshuijian she had found into Xue Su’s sleeping quarters.

The woman was originally asleep, and Si Jing had arrived silently. But as she left, she vaguely heard the other party sigh softly.

Xue Su had always been skilled at divining with the Seeking Dao Array.

She knew Si Jing would come, yet there was no questioning, nor any action to purge the sect.

After falling into the demonic path, Si Jing would never lose her past. She remembered the first few days after joining Yunshuijian, when she asked what the sect’s motto was.

The woman in the green robe led her, laughing heartily while drunk, “Why care so much about it? Heaven’s arrangement is the greatest!”

“Do whatever you want! I won’t come to save you even if you fall into the demonic path. Who knows, perhaps in the eyes of the demons, the Sunken Sea is a warm womb, and immortal cultivators are all detestable monsters.”

Unexpectedly, it was a prophecy come true.

Si Jing lowered her eyes, watching a wisp of demonic energy transform into the shape of a morning glory, climbing up her finger bone as if it had a spirit, appearing charmingly naive.

And ever since her sight returned, all the immortal cultivators she passed by carried an aura that made her nauseous.

“…When will you take me to find Luo Yu?” She faced the heavy-featured woman, whose mouth was smeared with oil, and opened her mouth.

“Don’t rush, Fellow Daoist.” Xue Su wiped her mouth and smiled, her gaze sweeping over Si Jing’s face.

“But I have a question: what urgent matter does Jing Si have in seeking Fairy Zhuo Qing?”

To kill her and take the Merman Lamp.

Si Jing’s eyes lowered slightly, her voice light, “With the demonic energy raging in the Nine Provinces, I wish to follow Fairy Zhuo Qing and join Kunlun Xu.”

The rabbit leg in Xue Su’s hand thudded onto the table. She was dumbfounded, “You, you…”

“You really have grand ambitions.”

Si Jing lowered her eyelids, leaning by the window.

She spoke to test if her Master had recognized her. Seeing Xue Su’s reaction, she felt a rising suspicion.

She quietly gripped the hilt of her sword, preparing to silently merge into the demonic energy and leave.

However, a wisp of demonic energy that only she could perceive silently wrapped around her wrist. She lowered her face without a sound, and after reading it patiently, she immediately stood up.

“Excuse me,” she said coldly.

In the blink of an eye, the person in front of Xue Su vanished into the cold wind, but a heavy bag of spirit stones was left on the table.

She leisurely finished the rabbit leg and happily tucked the money bag into her bosom. “So polite, even after falling into the demonic path.”

It must be because of her good teaching.

Outside the window, shadows flickered, and the demonic energy was viscous. Xue Su was the only person left dining in the inn.

She vaguely heard scattered immortal cultivators outside exclaim with relief, calling out “Fairy Zhuo Qing,” “Kunlun Xu reinforcements,” and so on, rushing with their swords towards the densest area of the demonic energy.

Xue Su narrowed her eyes, looking towards the sky.

There were thousands of immortal cultivators from Kunlun Xu, dressed in cyan and white Daoist robes, flying on their swords, gathering towards the center where the demonic energy was erupting.

The source of the demonic energy… was currently controlled by Si Jing alone.

Her calculation was correct: Luo Yu had indeed come.

But she wondered, what exactly did her good Martial Sister intend to do?

…

Si Jing mixed among the rogue cultivators in various colored robes. Her clothes were like snow, and she wore a long sword at her waist, looking no different from a typical sword cultivator.

She took out a white cloth to cover her eyes, which were growing deeper with demonic patterns, and looked up.

Luo Yu stood on the clear sky, watching her sect disciples quell the demons. Her figure was slender and straight, and she made no move to strike.

No one should know that the “Fairy Zhuo Qing” they revered had sustained some injuries during her previous battle with Si Jing, causing problems with her spiritual power modulation.

But Luo Yu seemed to attract the admiration and support of her sect disciples simply by standing there, making them desperately fight and kill.

She held a pure white flower branch in her arms. It wasn’t hard to guess that soon she would set up the “Flower-Plucking Ceremony” that everyone would flock to.

“Zhao Zhao, do you want to see too?” Luo Yu gently gestured to the person beside her.

Using the faint light reflected in the white cloth, Si Jing saw a crimson figure walk out from Luo Yu’s side.

The girl had beautiful eyes and brows, skin like snow, dressed in a flowing scarlet dress with dotted gauze. Between glances, she showed a captivating charm that wasn’t lacking in playfulness, but her light pink apricot eyes were exceptionally clear.

She was no longer like the little fish in Si Jing’s memory.

Yet, in every way, she resembled the person Si Jing had longed for and searched for almost madly.

Si Jing felt as if the blood in her body was flowing backward, and she was nailed to the spot.

Her throat moved slightly. She curled her fingers, unable to stop herself from curling her lips, so greedy that she couldn’t bear to look away.

She saw a small piece of fabric torn from the girl’s sleeve.

And at this moment, a red silk ribbon was tied around her left palm.

Chu Zhao took the long sword from Luo Yu’s hand, bit her lip, and gripped the hilt. “…A-Yu.”

Below were ordinary disciples tangled with demons. She was afraid her poor swordsmanship would injure common people.

Luo Yu, with her graceful and cultivated manner, drew her into her arms, placing her hand over Chu Zhao’s wrist. “Zhao Zhao, let me teach you, how about it?”

Chu Zhao merely infused spiritual power into the sword, without executing any particular sword stance. Yet, she felt her wrist sway and move with agility. In an instant, a sharp, scarlet sword intent swept towards the distant battle.

The immortal cultivators were unharmed, and the rampant demonic energy was completely wiped out.

“Wow.” She couldn’t help but exclaim, clutching Luo Yu’s forearm. “So powerful!”

“Zhao Zhao is the powerful one,” Luo Yu replied warmly.

“Is that the Young Master of the Fish-Dragon Clan? Truly the most beautiful in the Nine Provinces,” an immortal cultivator nearby said in awe. “Even her swordsmanship is so exquisite.”

“So tender and loving with Fairy Zhuo Qing, it’s truly enviable.”

“The bonding ceremony at Kunlun Xu in half a month will surely be bustling. Shall we go together then?”

…Young Master of the Fish-Dragon Clan.

Si Jing looked up, staring intently at that charming and agile crimson figure.

Then, she unblinkingly stared at the two figures leaning against each other in the clear sky, her shoulders trembling slightly.

So, the alias “Bei Yue” and the obscured identity were false, but having a bonding partner was true.

The pearl bracelet containing a trace of Luo Yu’s life soul, and the little fish’s shy and hesitant mention that her bonding partner was the sect master.

She should have realized it.

The snowy sash was soaked with crimson. Si Jing lowered her eyelashes, smiling silently, revealing a look of pathological obsession.

The person Zhao Zhao was willing to abandon her for.

Was actually her Martial Aunt…?

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