After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 67.2

The square was heavily surrounded by Kunlun Xu disciples. A strangling formation was set up in the air. All those who came to the banquet were high-ranking and powerful figures of the Xuanmen (Mystic Sects) in the Nine Provinces.

Si Jing merely swept a cold gaze over everyone, her eyes finally landing on Luo Yu, who was arriving on his sword from the elevated platform.

“Martial Uncle.” She took the hand of the bewildered and lost Chu Zhao beside her, curled a smile, and spoke.

“Yingzhi is here to propose marriage.”

“Coincidentally, the elders of Yunshuijian are all present.” Si Jing glanced at the location of Su Xue and Huai Ning behind the crowd, then faced Huailang, nodding slightly.

“The Clan Elders and others from Yaoguang Marsh have also arrived.”

Huailang’s face was pale, staring at the snow-robed woman’s tight grip on Chu Zhao’s hand.

A hundred years ago, Gui Ji’s appearance at the wedding banquet gradually overlapped with Si Jing’s.

“I have adored Zhaozhao for a long time. I hereby request…” The curve of Si Jing’s lips was gentle, and her posture was humble, yet it sounded more like a one-sided notification.

“In half a month, I will hold a bonding ceremony with Zhaozhao in Danyong City. I specially invite all of you to honor us with your presence.”

Luo Yu’s expression was displeased.

He still maintained a gentle voice, “Yingzhi, this is not the place for you to be.”

“…Your audacity knows no bounds.”

“What right does a demonic cultivator, who has committed countless murders, have to come to Kunlun Xu? Are you trying to steal the bride?”

“Coveting your Martial Uncle’s Dao Companion is truly against all human principles.”

Harsh criticisms poured in one after another.

Si Jing merely smiled even deeper, not refuting.

“You are a bad person!” Chu Zhao wanted to anxiously break free from her hand.

Her eyes deepened. She bent down and used her snow-white sleeve to cover the little fish’s ears, “Zhaozhao, don’t listen.”

Following the crowd, how can anyone tell what is true?

Those words were unbearable to hear; only she needed to hear them.

All the noise was instantly blocked. Chu Zhao could only hear Si Jing’s words.

“I remember, Zhaozhao seemed to really like the fireworks in Xizhou?”

She saw the woman’s fingertip pull out a pale yellow talisman from her robe. Obscure strokes were outlined in cinnabar on it.

The snow-white cuff covered her eyes. When it was pulled away, large patches of dazzling fireworks had already bloomed in the sky. Their brilliance was undiminished even in broad daylight, shining like morning stars.

Chu Zhao couldn’t help but lose herself. She was circled by a soft arm around her waist and heard Si Jing speak softly: “Close your eyes.”

“If Zhaozhao likes it, Danyong City will be like this every night after we bond.”

“What is bonding?” Chu Zhao felt sleepy and asked softly.

“Bonding is…” The woman smiled, “For Yingzhi to satisfy all of Zhaozhao’s wishes.”

Not just for the day of the wedding ceremony.

The scope encompassed all the time they would spend together in the future.

The people of Kunlun Xu didn’t even have time to be astonished by the iron flowers in the sky, when they saw a crimson flash before their eyes.

When they looked again, Chu Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

In Si Jing’s palm, there was a small jewel-like fish, only the size of a palm, whose soft gill cover was twitching and scales shimmered with light.

She tucked the drowsy little fish into her robe, her smile full of doting affection.

A whooshing sound of air breaking reached her ear. Si Jing sidestepped to avoid a sword move from Luo Yu that suddenly struck, filled with killing intent. She sneered and asked, “Does Martial Uncle not trust me with Zhaozhao?”

The woman’s figure was like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, she retreated and stood beside Luo Yu.

She hadn’t opened her lips, but another damp, coldly smiling voice came from her chest, “Luo Yu, in the past hundred years, have you still not given up?”

Luo Yu’s shoulder trembled slightly, but he still lifted his lips.

She slowly restrained the unnatural smile on her face. When she looked up again, she still wore her usual pure and compassionate expression, sighing, “…Gui Ji.”

She raised her hand and transmitted a message to the immortal cultivators who had set up the strangling formation all around Kunlun Xu, “The malevolent sword Gui Ji has appeared. Si Jing has long since fallen into the demonic path. She may be the next Demon Venerable.”

“Today, in Kunlun Xu—slay Si Jing.”

Si Jing pressed her robe, using the demonic energy to conceal her figure. She curled her blood-red lips, and the demonic patterns in her eyes deepened.

Gui Ji, through her lips, sighed with a half-smile, half-disgust, “The main seat in the Demonic Palace beneath the Immersed Silence Sea has been vacant for over a hundred years. During this time… who exactly is the Demon Venerable?”

The former Lord Hengwu, who was once as bright as the moon and wind, was falsely accused of being the unforgivable Demon Venerable with blood-stained hands;

While Luo Yu, who truly slaughtered the past Xuanmen and reshaped the souls of the demons in the Immersed Silence Sea into a clean “Xuanmen” with a Merman Lamp, an evil artifact, earned the beautiful title of “Fairy Zhuo Qing” (Fairy of Cleansing Purity).

The cycle of karma and impermanence repeats endlessly.

To the eyes of the “demons” in the Immersed Silence Sea, how is this Kunlun Xu not a demonic den?

The strangling formation had been activated, yet Si Jing ignored it, protecting the little fish nestled deeply in her robe as she melted into the chaotic demonic energy.

Her slender, white fingertip lightly drew a line in front of her, and she lifted her lips indifferently.

A rift was torn in the sky. Inside, it was dark and lightless—it was the scenery of the Immersed Silence Sea.

Viscous, crimson blood flowed down the rift, and countless demons climbed up.

Let these hypocritical immortal cultivators be immersed in the demonic den they so utterly despise.

Before leaving, Si Jing lowered her eyes.

She saw Huailang gripping the jade ring he had received from Bei Yue, his knuckles white.

She also saw Su Xue and Huai Ning.

The woman in the green robe was still relaxed, leaning at the table, drinking the sweet wine, not smiling at her with the same indulgence as she used to on Yulu Peak.

Master, Martial Uncle… they would probably never forgive what she did today.

She had betrayed the Xuanmen and was no longer the highly admired Senior Sister of Yunshuijian.

Chu Zhao woke up on a soft couch that felt like thin clouds.

Her consciousness was still somewhat hazy, and her vision was blurry. For a moment, she couldn’t tell where she was, only feeling red silk covering the bed curtains, much like her dream alcove in Yaoguang Marsh.

“…Ah Lang?” She instinctively called out. Seeing no one respond, she mumbled, “Ah Yu?”

A slender, pale forearm suddenly pulled her back into an embrace.

“Yingzhi is here.” A low, gentle female voice sounded close to her ear.

Who is Yingzhi?

A delicate and slender figure vaguely appeared in her mind. Her features were exceptionally beautiful, but she couldn’t recall how she knew her.

White smoke curled and twisted out from the incense burner outside the sheer curtain.

Chu Zhao’s movements were sluggish. A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. With the person behind her embracing her, she involuntarily let out a soft groan.

“Is Zhaozhao uncomfortable?” Si Jing stroked the girl’s delicate cheek, as if it was expected. “Shall Yingzhi help you?”

Chu Zhao only felt her lips being softly held and kissed. She whimpered, her teeth being pried open in confusion. In a short while, her whole body felt hot.

It was indeed very comfortable.

She simply climbed onto the woman’s waist, pressing the cold, soft body beneath her, and more eagerly sent her lips forward.

The back of her neck was cupped by a delicate palm. Si Jing slightly turned her head. Her lips were pale red, and her eyes were filled with the turbulent waves of having recovered something lost, bordering on madness.

Yet, she still restrained her tone, fearing that she would frighten the ignorant, amnesiac little fish away. She deliberately sounded weak, “…Zhaozhao is bullying me.”

“What just happened is only allowed to be done with a Dao Companion after getting married.”

Chu Zhao slightly opened her apricot eyes and obediently lay on the woman’s chest, not moving.

But, it was clearly Si Jing who took the initiative to “eat” her lips just now.

“So…” Si Jing gently guided, “Zhaozhao should form a bond with Yingzhi in the future.”

“Why?” Chu Zhao propped herself up and sat, lost and confused.

“Why must we form a bond just because we kissed?”

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