After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 70

But how could there be a scene of sunset glow in Danyong City, which was covered in demonic energy?

Zhu Zhao carried Si Jing as she flew through the flowing clouds, soaring to an extremely high altitude, yet she could only see a blurry halo.

Unwilling to disappoint the girl, she mustered her strength to fly even higher, but the scales near the end of her original body’s tail were lightly stroked, causing a faint itch.

“Zhao Zhao, where did the scales here go?” Si Jing asked gently.

“A-Lang said a bad demon took them… It’s strange, I’ve never seen a demon, and there are none in Yaoguang Lake either.” Zhu Zhao swished her tail, sounding a bit dejected.

“Without scales, A-Zhu is very ugly.”

Si Jing embraced her neck, pressing her face close, and softly comforted her, “Not ugly at all.”

“Zhao Zhao is the prettiest little fish I’ve ever seen.”

Zhu Zhao’s cheeks flushed from the compliment. She huffed, “I’m not a little fish! I’m a Fish Dragon, I can fly very high!”

But after looking around, she still couldn’t find the sunset. Unable to hide her emotions, she spoke with a hint of sadness, “I think I’m lost. It’s warm here, why can’t I see the sunset glow?”

Si Jing leaned down and kissed Zhu Zhao’s flickering round eyes. “Why don’t you transform into your human form, Zhao Zhao? Ying Zhi will take you to see.”

“Then you’ll be thrown off.” Zhu Zhao shook her head, unwilling. “Humans are very fragile, they’ll die if they fall from a high place.”

Si Jing’s eyes surged with various morbid ripples. She lowered her head, her lips slightly curled, the joy of the maiden’s concern almost drowning her rationality.

Her voice, however, was as usual, “…No, Zhao Zhao.”

Zhu Zhao blinked, a white mist arose, and she truly transformed into her human form in an instant.

She was just about to catch Si Jing gently the moment she fell, but her toes touched the cold peijian (ornate sword carried by cultivators) one step ahead.

Si Jing was floating in the air on her sword, pulling Zhu Zhao into her embrace.

A soft voice brushed past her ear, “Because, I will gently catch Zhao Zhao.”

And she would never again escape from her grasp.

Zhu Zhao didn’t have time to put on clothes and was wrapped in a cool, soft, snowy robe.

Being extremely close to the woman, her earlobes felt hot. Just as she was secretly raising her head, her lips were taken.

The wind roared in her ears. She whimpered and pushed Si Jing away, protesting, “Bad sword cultivator, didn’t you say we were going to see the sunset? You lied to A-Zhu!”

“Zhao Zhao.” Si Jing’s fingertip caressed her lips. Her gaze, illuminated by the suddenly brightened sky, fell behind her with a smile.

“…Look.”

Zhu Zhao turned around in a daze.

Between the distant green mountains, layered clouds adorned the horizon, gradually fading in hue, like a jar of rouge had been overturned into a deep crimson-pink.

The brightness slowly mellowed. The sun, as warm as jade, held the ethereal flowing clouds, and, under her gaze, sank into the depths of the mountains.

Zhu Zhao gazed at the beautiful scenery with reluctance.

Yaoguang Lake was always raining, so she hadn’t really seen the sunset much, let alone the scene now with so many soft, crimson clouds.

If only she had a memory orb.

Not wanting to appear inexperienced in front of the bad sword cultivator, she let out a hum and awkwardly said, “…The sunset isn’t that pretty anyway.”

Si Jing leaned down and kissed her flickering eyelashes. She said nothing, only lowered her eyes and looked at her affectionately.

Because compared to the sunset, the little fish preferred the sunrise.

Just like the one they had watched together on Yulu Peak.

Zhu Zhao suddenly felt that the blood mist in the other’s eyes closely resembled the sunset glow that had just filled her vision.

She moved her gaze away and covered the woman’s beautiful peach blossom eyes with her hand.

Why was she looking at her like that?

Si Jing curled her lips, pulled Zhu Zhao’s hand down, and gently pecked her soft palm.

Her peripheral vision caught the sight of the girl shyly staring at her. Her chest trembled, and many unspeakable, dark thoughts flared up for a moment.

The sun set in the west, and the illusion crafted by the demonic energy dissipated. The familiar coldness belonging to the demon realm once again permeated her surroundings.

If only she could still marry the little fish.

She wanted to… tie the little fish to her side, and make the little fish look only at her.

“I have prepared a gift for Zhao Zhao.” A crimson hue emerged at the corner of Si Jing’s eye. She deliberately raised her sleeve, revealing a gentle smile. “Why don’t you feel it, Zhao Zhao?”

Oh, so she was going to give her a gift.

Zhu Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Si Jing’s eyes just now were so much like the bad Demon Venerable’s. She thought the woman was going to trick her and then eat her too.

She curiously reached her hand into Si Jing’s snowy sleeve, eagerly anticipating what it would be.

But she grasped a dagger.

The cold touch immediately brought back unpleasant memories. She withdrew her hand in panic and shook her head, feeling wronged, “A-Zhu doesn’t want this gift!”

Si Jing lowered her eyes and held her wrist, bringing the dagger out.

Her voice was soft and low, seemingly deeply hurt, “I knew… Zhao Zhao wouldn’t like it.”

Zhu Zhao quickly glanced at the dagger in her hand. When she saw something, her eyes widened slightly.

She stared at the crimson scale inlaid on the hilt of the dagger, frowned, and thought about it, finding it looked more and more alike.

“I know now!” She angrily turned her back, her knuckles clutching the dagger turning pink. “Bad sword cultivator, fine, you’re the thief who stole my tail scale!”

The more Zhu Zhao thought about it, the angrier she got. She stamped her foot in frustration, instantly wanting to snatch the dagger and return to Yaoguang Lake, never to look at the person behind her again.

But her waist was tightly embraced from behind.

Si Jing’s embrace was cold like frost, but her voice held a hint of dampness, “Is Zhao Zhao angry with Ying Zhi?”

“It’s Ying Zhi’s fault… I’ve long admired Zhao Zhao. Since I had no opportunity to meet you, I could only inlay the scale I found on a dagger, as a token of comfort.”

Zhu Zhao stopped struggling.

She slowly chewed on the woman’s words, repeating them blankly, “Admired?”

What did “admired” (xīn mù) mean?

Was Si Jing admiring her the same way she admired mealworms and plum blossom pastries?

Her scale had been lost for a long time. Could it be that Si Jing had seen her before?

Why couldn’t she remember at all?

“Does Zhao Zhao still remember what I said at the Kunlun Void banquet?” Si Jing whispered close to her ear. “To get married means for me to fulfill all of Zhao Zhao’s wishes.”

“…Is Zhao Zhao willing to marry Ying Zhi?”

Zhu Zhao was temporarily unable to answer.

She helplessly muttered the words “get married” (jié qì), instinctively feeling it shouldn’t be like this, but her mind felt like it was covered in a layer of mist, making her unable to distinguish clearly.

She could only shake her head and softly reply, “I need to go back to Yaoguang Lake and ask A-Lang.”

Si Jing curled her fingers, her lips curving into a silent smile.

“There’s no need, Zhao Zhao,” she murmured.

“I have a Sound Transmission Jade Slip here. You can use this to talk to Lord Huailang as well.”

Zhu Zhao clutched the Sound Transmission Jade Slip almost like a supreme treasure, her heart pounding.

When she returned to the gloomy bedroom, she impatiently activated the jade slip, waiting to see Huailang.

The woman’s appearance was exactly the same as in her memory, only her little finger wore a jade ring shaped like a snapdragon flower, and her tone had changed considerably.

She wasn’t as nagging as usual, nor did she anxiously ask who Si Jing was, easily agreeing to the marriage contract.

“Is Zhao Zhao at peace now?” Si Jing was by Zhu Zhao’s side before she knew it, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and asking softly.

Zhu Zhao was startled. Whenever she was alone with the woman, she always felt uneasy, her heart beating rapidly.

Not wanting to marry Si Jing so easily, she quietly asked, “Then, then what about A-Yu? Does she agree too?”

“Zhao Zhao is talking about… Luoyu.” Si Jing’s tone was flat, only slightly emphasizing the last two words.

Her eyes held a swirling crimson, and the curve of her lips remained unchanged. “Apart from ordinary disciples, the elders of Kunlun Void have all perished, their bones are not yet cold. The head of the Xuanmen (Mystic Sect) has been swallowed by demonic energy and is now a ruin.”

“It seems Luoyu is severely injured and cannot attend Zhao Zhao’s marriage ceremony.”

Zhu Zhao still wanted to see Luoyu through the Sound Transmission Jade Slip, but as soon as she spoke, her eyes were covered.

Her vision turned black, and the only sound left in her ears was Si Jing’s soft voice, “Zhao Zhao, don’t think about others anymore.”

“Now, it’s just the two of us here. Look at Ying Zhi, okay?”

Zhu Zhao was kissed until she couldn’t breathe. She turned her head, gulping for air, her eyes shimmering with moisture.

She softly asked, “…Will you be good to A-Zhu?”

Although she didn’t know what a marriage contract was, Si Jing’s voice was pitiable, and agreeing might not be so bad.

If she got tired of staying here, and had enough of Danyong City, she would secretly escape and go back to Yaoguang Lake.

Zhu Zhao obediently stayed in Si Jing’s chambers for several days.

The maids in the bedchamber were no longer stiff Fish Dragons, but had been replaced by a slender Shrimp Demon and a plump Crab Demon.

They followed closely behind her all day, calling her “Lord A-Zhu.”

She never saw the Demon Venerable in black clothes again.

Si Jing was with her almost all the time, except for a few brief hours each day when she was absent.

She bathed with her, read the storybooks she had bought earlier from the Danyong City market for her, and occasionally, when they came across illustrations, she would hook her lips and invite Zhu Zhao to admire them together.

Zhu Zhao didn’t understand what the two beauties in the pictures were doing, embracing each other in strange poses.

But after being carried to the couch, she quickly understood through direct experience.

Since then, she was so embarrassed and annoyed that she never wanted to hear the storybooks again. Every time she saw one, she would retreat in panic as if facing a terrifying monster.

She would burrow under the covers and muffledly protest, “A-Zhu is sleepy, I want to sleep!”

Si Jing would only smile without a word.

At night, the woman often lit an incense burner outside the gauze curtains. The warm, sweet white smoke lingered, causing Zhu Zhao to feel dazed, unconsciously closing her eyes and falling asleep from exhaustion.

During these few days, she had many dreams.

Sometimes, a mountain eternally covered in snow appeared vaguely before her eyes, and sometimes, it was a scene of rippling water, but the faces of the people in the dreams were always blurry.

When she woke up, Zhu Zhao felt a sense of loss.

She was confined to the dark, deserted bedchamber all day, only able to stare wide-eyed at one shrimp and one crab, and thus developed a strong yearning for the scenes in her dreams.

The night she resolved to escape from Si Jing’s side, Zhu Zhao pretended to be in a deep sleep.

But having inhaled a lot of the sweet scent from the incense burner, her eyelids became uncontrollably heavy, and her mind was muddled.

When she managed to wake up again, the woman beside her was gone, and only the little shrimp and little crab guarding the door were still sleeping soundly.

Zhu Zhao tiptoed as she packed her belongings, bypassed the two low-intelligence demons, and walked into the mist.

She tightly pursed her lips, terrified that she would turn a corner and run straight into Si Jing.

However, she quickly got lost.

Zhu Zhao was at a loss, looking left and right. All she saw was chaotic mist so thick she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. Looking back, she couldn’t even see the bedchamber.

A hoarse cry permeated the air, as if coveting her, wanting to pounce, yet held back by some fear, merely lingering, daring not to act rashly.

Suddenly, a splash of warm blood splattered onto her skirt.

An immortal cultivator wearing a light blue and white Daoist robe silently collapsed to the ground, a frightening mark of demonic energy erosion visible on his neck, clearly a person from Kunlun Void.

The demons immediately surged forward, frenzied and eager, eyes full of menace.

Zhu Zhao retreated a few steps, anxiously looking into the distance.

In the mist, a slender, tall figure stood solitary and alone.

The woman was half-turned, her eyes shaped like amorous peach blossoms, the tips of her lashes stained crimson, and demonic energy surged around her.

She curved her lips into a silent smile. Her peijian was already splattered with horrifying bloodstains, and as it was drawn from the immortal cultivator’s chest, the tip was still dripping blood.

She treated the slaughter as enjoyment, having killed who knows how many uninvited guests.

Si Jing indifferently wiped the sword with her snowy sleeve until the embroidered lotus leaves on the corner of her sleeve were stained with a bloody color.

She seemed not to have noticed someone watching from behind. She raised her long sword, her demeanor reserved and graceful, as she directed something in front of her.

A wedding dress was being intricately woven and shuttled by demonic energy, with mandarin duck patterns embroidered with fresh blood.

“Be careful,” the woman softly murmured, not addressing anyone in particular.

“Zhao Zhao… likes wedding dresses with beautiful embroidery.”

Zhu Zhao’s eyes widened in horror. Her steps were unsteady, and she couldn’t stop herself from backing away.

She wished she were having a nightmare.

Why, why had the weak and refined woman who had spoken to her so gently these past few days turned into this?

But she suddenly bumped into a slightly cool and soft body behind her.

Zhu Zhao turned around in panic. Si Jing was close, lowering her head, a gentle and composed arc curving her lips.

However, her eyes were filled with a thick, unresolvable crimson. She softly called out, “Zhao Zhao.”

“Why did Zhao Zhao run all the way here?”

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