After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 67.1

Chu Zhao hadn’t paid attention to the guests who came to offer congratulations before the wedding banquet.

A warm breeze swept past her cheek. She leaped down from the sword, her skirt fluttering, and burst into the disciples’ sword formation.

The disciples, who had been gracefully twirling their swords, suddenly found their weapons floating in the air, completely out of control.

“So cool!” Chu Zhao looked up curiously. “Are you guys performing flying swords?”

As soon as she finished speaking, hundreds of swords, as if possessed by spirits, glowed with a crimson light, gradually surrounding the bright young girl in the center and circling her.

Chu Zhao beckoned, and a sword that suited her fell into her hand.

Gripping the hilt tightly, she nimbly imitated the disciples’ movements, swiftly unleashing several gusts of sword wind.

Her strikes were sharp, carrying a power that could not be underestimated. In just a few breaths, the surrounding swords also followed her lead.

The guests were too astonished to speak.

Since Luo Yu, this was the second time they had witnessed a constitution that resonated with all swords.

The Fish Dragon Clan’s young mistress, with such innate talent, inevitably reminded them of the former Jiang Yun.

Forging the Profound Sword, introducing spiritual energy into the meridians, she pioneered the path of the sword cultivator. Her Ji Yun sword technique was exquisite and ethereal, traversing the Nine Provinces with hardly an equal.

“Young Mistress Zhaozhao!” Bei Yue’s eyes lit up. She was about to introduce her to the indifferent and taciturn sword cultivator beside her. “Fellow Daoist Bo, this is our Young Mistress!”

But when she turned around, the figure of the snow-robed woman was nowhere to be seen.

In the square, the disciples had long dispersed, not daring to get close due to Chu Zhao’s esteemed status.

Chu Zhao held the sword that had voluntarily flown into her arms, looking around at the guests clinking cups and occasionally glancing her way. She felt a momentary sense of helplessness.

She originally wanted to find a powerful sword cultivator disciple to learn from. Why did they all leave?

She vaguely saw Luo Yu sitting at one end of the elevated platform, pouring sweet wine into a jade Hejin cup (a ceremonial cup used in weddings), his gaze seemingly falling on her side.

He was using a gentle look to persuade her to return.

Ah Yu could teach her too, but his sword forms were all gentle and soft, which she didn’t like at all.

Chu Zhao deflated, wanting to fly back on her sword.

But just as she stepped onto the sword, her path was blocked by a solitary, slender figure.

The woman was tall, most of her face hidden by a white veil. A plain sword hung at her waist. Her demeanor was cold and bleak, yet her steps were composed and unhurried.

Below the veil, her pale lips slightly parted: “Zhaozhao.”

Chu Zhao couldn’t help but step back half a pace.

She noticed that where the woman walked, water mist first condensed, but as her skirt swept past, cold frost began to spread little by little.

“Do you know me?” she asked softly. “Are you… a sword cultivator from Kunlun Xu too?”

The other party did not answer, merely fixing her eyes on her, revealing a faint, shimmering, blood-jade-like halo.

The cold mist quickly evaporated, and the infatuated gaze permeated her face and features.

It was very strange. Ordinary people’s swords would swirl around her, but the woman’s sword was silent and still.

In a trance, Chu Zhao seemed to glimpse a terrifying blood-red light dripping from the sword, but in the blink of an eye, it was still snow-bright and clean.

People at the wedding banquet had already noticed the commotion and were discussing it in hushed voices.

Si Jing smiled and extended her hand to the bewildered yet curious little Fish Dragon in front of her, “Zhaozhao, do you want to learn the sword?”

The woman was unlike anyone she had ever met.

Standing a few steps away, she was like a jade lotus, outwardly pure white, yet wrapped in a strange crimson stamen.

Chu Zhao was tempted and tentatively reached out her fingertip, immediately being taken by the other party and pulled into an embrace.

The woman’s embrace was soft and cold. She placed her own sword in Chu Zhao’s hand. The veil brushed against her neck, slightly tickling.

When her palm covered Chu Zhao’s hand, Chu Zhao felt as if she had been licked by a cool, soft snake’s tongue.

The other party held her waist very properly. The sword energy, infused with brilliant light, drifted like snow, no longer controlled by Chu Zhao.

The sword intent swept toward the most crowded area of the wedding banquet. Chu Zhao looked over helplessly.

She heard a faint sound, and fine ice cracks appeared on the jade goblets holding the sweet wine.

The Xuanmen people drinking at the table were unaware. Only after the wine was finished did the goblets suddenly explode in their palms.

He retreated in panic, blood flowing from his palm.

“So cool.” Chu Zhao had never seen such a subtle and profound sword technique. She looked up at the woman with anticipation, “Are all sword cultivators as amazing as you? Teach Ah Chu. Ah Chu wants to learn the sword!”

The woman smiled slightly, “Does Zhaozhao like it?”

“…Does Zhaozhao like the sword technique I just used?” another hoarse, smiling voice rang out.

It seemed to come from the woman’s chest.

Chu Zhao was startled. She didn’t know why the formidable sword cultivator beauty asked her twice.

She could only quietly muddle through, answering both questions with one sentence, “…I like it.”

The sword cultivator’s embrace was cold. Her shoulders shivered. She wanted to escape, but her waist was subtly held, making it impossible to struggle free.

“Since Zhaozhao likes my sword technique, why don’t you ask my name and where I come from?” The woman’s chin rested on Chu Zhao’s shoulder.

She gently took her wrist and placed it on her veil. A faint crimson appeared in her peach blossom eyes as she looked at her, smiling lightly.

She seemed to be tempting her to personally lift the veil and see her true face.

Chu Zhao lost herself and hooked aside the woman’s light, snow-white veil.

Her eyebrows and facial contours were beautiful and delicate, her nose bridge high and jade-like. Her lips were pale and thin. Up close, she exuded a sense of being somewhat inviolable. Although her deep red eyes were slightly incongruous, they didn’t detract from her beauty.

She had never seen a beauty of such exquisite charm.

“My name is Si Jing, Si Yingzhi.” The woman’s smile widened. She leaned down to Chu Zhao’s ear, “Zhaozhao… do you still remember?”

Chu Zhao shook her head, but her earlobes flushed red. She tugged at Si Jing’s sleeve, “I haven’t met you, but you are very beautiful.”

She thought Huailang was very handsome, not to mention Luo Yu, whom she considered the most ethereal and refined, but neither could compare to Si Jing.

A sudden commotion arose at the banquet.

Chu Zhao couldn’t clearly hear what those people with various expressions were seriously discussing. She only felt a push on her back and fell into Si Jing’s arms.

“Then, Zhaozhao, do you want to leave with me?” The murmur was like a private whisper by the pillow, “We’ll return to Yunshuijian together.”

Chu Zhao felt something was wrong.

She pushed away Si Jing’s hand that was circled around her waist, took a few steps back, and tilted her head, “But, why should I leave with you?”

Why must she leave with someone just because she likes them?

“I will prepare a spacious water tank for you. We can also go to the desolate mountain you miss, to the cave dwelling beneath the water pool.” Si Jing’s eyes were tinged with red because of her struggle to get away, but her voice remained calm.

She slowly walked towards Chu Zhao, caught her wrist, and gently persuaded her, “Doesn’t Zhaozhao like Yingzhi’s appearance? Why… are you stepping back?”

Chu Zhao shook her head helplessly, “You are very beautiful, but I don’t want to leave with you.”

“I, I don’t like staying in a water tank at all. That way, I’ll hit the wall of the tank every day.”

“It’s so uncomfortable.”

She much preferred to swim aimlessly in Yaoguang Marsh, playing with the little fish fry all day, and definitely didn’t want to be watched and fed by others.

Si Jing’s face slowly dropped.

So, all the time Zhaozhao spent with her in the water tank in the past was a concession for her sake, a reluctance against her true feelings?

The little fish actually hated being trapped by her side, and was annoyed by the cold reception she always encountered when guarding her resting place on Yulu Peak.

It wasn’t until she fell into the demonic path and gained the seven emotions and six desires a normal person should have that she truly understood what it felt like to exhaust all means yet fail to win even a little joy from the person at the tip of her heart.

“Then is Luo Yu acceptable?” Si Jing’s lips curled up, and her eyes were filled with crimson.

Her good Martial Uncle.

All the gradual guidance and secret planning were just to snatch Zhaozhao away from her.

But she already had a heart.

Why could she not win back Zhaozhao, and make the little fish adore her again?

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