After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 71.1

Chu Zhao’s face turned pale, and she retreated a small step.

Shaking her head slightly, she was so helpless for a moment that she couldn’t speak, “I, I…”

She smelled a very strong scent of blood on Si Jing’s body. Involuntarily glancing over, the other’s snowy white sleeve was already splattered with crimson.

Like plum blossoms falling on snow, or flowers blooming on a dry bone, it added a sense of the grotesque.

She wanted to escape, but the thick fog around her trapped her feet, making it difficult to even take a single step.

A pale hand pulled her into a hug from behind, crossing over her front, making it impossible for her to escape.

The woman’s whisper was gentle, brushing past her ear, “Did Zhaozhao have a nightmare?”

“Or do you want to return to Yaoguang Ze, and no longer wish to marry Yingzhi.”

A chill ran down Chu Zhao’s spine. The woman, who was always cold on the couch and could never be warmed up, now breathed out a warm air, but it felt like frost invading her heart.

She couldn’t answer, struggling to pry open Si Jing’s hands, resisting anxiously, “You’re a bad Sword Cultivator, you killed someone! Ah Chu doesn’t want to stay here anymore…”

Si Jing chuckled softly, kissing Chu Zhao’s small, pale earlobe, concealing the obsessive look in her eyes, “Zhaozhao thinks of Yingzhi that way, apparently.”

Chu Zhao’s vision was briefly obscured, and when it cleared again, the thick fog had turned into a scene filled with abundant spiritual energy.

The immortal cultivator in a pale blue robe who had died tragically earlier had turned into a terrifying-looking demon, whose heart and lungs were pierced by a sword.

She heard Si Jing speak near her ear, as if coaxing, “This demon snuck into the area outside the sleeping quarters, trying to kidnap Zhaozhao and trick you into going to the sunless Demon Realm. I personally finished him off.”

“Zhaozhao, do you think… Yingzhi did the right thing?”

Chu Zhao rubbed her eyes, still somewhat unconvinced, and asked quietly, “But, I saw many demons rush over and eat the immortal cultivator.”

And Si Jing’s sword tip was constantly dripping blood. How could she have killed only one demon?

In her mind, she kept circling back to that exceptionally exquisite mandarin duck wedding dress, which was almost floating in the blood mist.

And the image of Si Jing facing away from her, her voice intoxicated, commanding an unseen figure to weave threads.

“Perhaps Zhaozhao hasn’t rested well,” Si Jing kissed her fluttering eyelashes, lifting her into her arms.

“Let’s go back to sleep now. Yingzhi promises that after we’re bound by contract, I will never leave like tonight again.”

Warm, hazy air surrounded the two of them. The closer they got to the sleeping quarters, the stronger the sweet scent of incense they could smell, and Chu Zhao’s eyelids grew heavier.

She shook her head, trying to stay awake, but in her drowsiness, she was kissed on the lips again.

The sheer curtains were lowered at some point. Si Jing’s long lashes were damp with desire, as she pressed down on her, “Zhaozhao hasn’t read storybooks or looked at beauty pictures with Yingzhi for the past few days, and doesn’t want to be intimate with Yingzhi either.”

“…Are you tired of Yingzhi?”

Chu Zhao was kissed until her whole body felt hot, her waist uncontrollably grew soft. She pushed the woman’s chest, turning her head away, and replied with a hint of grievance, “Ah Chu is tired.”

Although beauties were a sight she could never tire of, they were truly hard for her to handle on the couch.

The scene of one beauty picture often lasted an entire night, trying it again and again until they were satisfied, not to mention that sometimes it didn’t stop even during the day.

Moreover, the scent from the incense burner always made her drowsy, and Si Jing even took advantage of her confusion to bully her.

Si Jing gently rubbed against her neck, pecking the small cinnabar mole beneath her collarbone, “Yingzhi kisses you, and you won’t be tired anymore.”

The heat in her body surged and fell like a tide. Chu Zhao was too tired to resist or speak.

The scene before her blurred. Vaguely, she saw the woman’s eyes.

Her gaze was almost stuck on Chu Zhao’s face, the corners of her eyes were pathologically red. Beneath the deep, still water of her eyes, lay the panic of being afraid of being abandoned.

Chu Zhao bit the bedding, her vision hazy. She had long lost count of how many times she had been sent to the clouds, trembling, wanting to retreat, but only earning more intense kisses and placation.

She heard Si Jing murmur softly, “Why are you trying to escape again, Zhaozhao?”

“…If it’s more comfortable, will you stop leaving?”

“After marrying Yingzhi, Zhaozhao can never abandon Yingzhi again.”

Chu Zhao whimpered and collapsed softly into the woman’s arms.

She didn’t understand that being bound by contract and getting married was such a terrifying thing, that it required her to be utterly exhausted on the couch.

Her thoughts were chaotic, as if submerged in boundless deep water, and the sounds in her ears gradually became faint.

Only the incense burner outside the sheer curtains continued to emit light smoke.

…

When Chu Zhao opened her eyes again, the profound ache that had permeated her bones still lingered.

The sight before her seemed veiled in a layer of gauze. The warm, faint light shone into the bed, feeling very unreal.

She rubbed her sore eyes, confused as to why the dark and damp sleeping quarters of last night had transformed into the current appearance.

The door was pushed open, and a goose-yellow figure walked in.

“A-Lang!” Chu Zhao was surprised and happy, wanting to jump off the couch and rush into Huai Lang’s arms.

But her body refused to obey, not under her control.

She could only detect a slight twitch at the corner of her lips, still sitting calmly on the couch.

Huai Lang lifted the sheer curtain. For some reason, her facial features looked slightly immature.

Her emotions were not as controlled as they were now; they were more overtly expressed. When she spoke, there was a turbulent emotion hidden within, “Jiangyun.”

“Are you truly going to fulfill Gui Ji’s wish, go to Jinmo Sea… and marry her again?”

Chu Zhao stared at Huai Lang blankly.

She didn’t know who Gui Ji was, nor did she know where Jinmo Sea was.

Who was Jiangyun?

She distinctly heard herself open her mouth with a smile, her tone calm, “Since Gui Ji said that if Lord Hengwu marries her, she will no longer let the demonic energy rage across Jiuzhou, then what does it matter if I sacrifice myself?”

Chu Zhao saw Huai Lang speechless, standing rooted to the spot, looking utterly distraught.

Chu Zhao had never seen Huai Lang in this state before. Anxiously, she reached out to grasp the woman’s curled fingers, “A-Lang, don’t be sad.”

But she couldn’t.

She seemed to be trapped within the body named “Jiangyun,” able only to observe, unable to interfere.

Jiangyun got up, put on a scarlet outer robe, and slightly nodded to the silent, distraught Huai Lang, then walked past her.

Although the woman was always smiling, her heart seemed cold; she would never pause for anyone.

Only when thinking of the name “Gui Ji” did a hollow, sour stagnation rise deep in her chest.

Chu Zhao felt that Jiangyun’s heartbeat was unlike hers.

As if a large part had been gouged out, it was hollow, letting in a cold wind, and very weak.

Jiangyun left the desolate, lush mountains on her sword, heading, as usual, to the area with the densest demonic energy in Jiuzhou.

She deliberately changed her appearance and entered a perilous secret realm to rescue many trapped immortal cultivators and ordinary people.

Her appearance could be concealed, but as soon as the Jiyun Sword Technique was unleashed, the sword momentum was sharp and clear, quickly drawing the attention of the crowd.

“It’s Lord Hengwu!”

“The Immortal Venerable is here, we are saved!”

Jiangyun sliced through the rampant demonic energy, her clothes fluttering, and used a veil of mist to cover her figure, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

Chu Zhao was also captivated by the woman’s sword moves.

She hid inside Jiangyun’s body and muffled a retort, “They’ve mistaken the person, I’m not some Jiangyun!”

In just a moment, she had slain hundreds of demons. Jiangyun did not stop, leaving on her sword.

But the voices of the people behind her entered Chu Zhao’s ears.

“Did the Immortal Venerable not use Gui Ji because of that recent rumor?”

“Gui Ji was corrupted by demonic energy and has become an evil sword, ruling the Jinmo Sea, and is forcing the Immortal Venerable to marry her in the Demon Realm.”

“Did Lord Hengwu agree?”

“Alas, I suppose she did agree.”

“Letting a revered sword fall into the demon’s den and causing the current disaster of rampant demonic energy in Jiuzhou, who can guarantee that Jiangyun is completely blameless?”

“Jiangyun’s original form is a terrifying giant fish, much like the tyrannical ancient dragon race. How is she human? She’s clearly a demon!”

“If they are not of our kind, their hearts must be different.”

“Perhaps, Jiangyun is the Demon Sovereign! And Gui Ji… is just an excuse she found for her own fall into depravity.”

Jiangyun stood on the tip of her simple sword.

When one’s cultivation reaches a certain level, one can hear the slightest breeze and know everything one wants to know.

But she only raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Even though the people she had just rescued revered her on the surface, they were now slandering and speculating about her behind her back, their words unbearable.

Chu Zhao wanted to cover her ears.

Although those people weren’t talking about her, a sense of grievance crept up on her bit by bit.

She could sense that Jiangyun seemed at ease on the surface, but every sword strike was supported by the little spiritual power she had left; her core was already struggling to continue.

“…Don’t save those bad people anymore,” Chu Zhao advised quietly, “They’re calling you Demon Sovereign!”

But Jiangyun couldn’t hear her.

She still traveled tirelessly across Jiuzhou, slaying countless demons, solitary, her posture cold yet persistent.

When tired, she would find a pool of water and transform into her original form to rest. After waking up, she would swim quietly near the water’s edge, eyes open, silently observing the distant human city.

Tonight was the Lantern Festival. Lanterns shone like daylight. After the demonic energy retreated from the city, the human world returned to a peaceful scene.

Jiangyun secretly watched for a long time.

She remembered that a long time ago, she was also one of the figures in the bustling crowd.

When she first left the great marsh, full of curiosity, she transformed into an awkward human form and blended into the Lantern Festival market.

A kind person, seeing her swallowing, insisted on giving her a crispy pastry without accepting any coins;

She paused outside a clothing store, staring longingly at the beautiful fabrics, and the proprietress measured her and rushed to tailor the scarlet dress she liked.

Jiangyun was enchanted by the mortal world’s fireworks.

She was greedy for the beautiful scenery of the human world, and for so many ordinary people who showed her undisguised kindness.

Later, she gradually had many figures around her.

A richly dressed woman who clung to her, begging her to buy drinks, a peach blossom demon who loved to gossip behind people’s backs, and a thin, timid little girl she had picked up.

Xue Su learned sword techniques and deduction arts from her, drunkenly dreaming of founding the number one sect in Jiuzhou and then becoming a hands-off boss;

Huaining learned medical skills from her, smiling calmly at her, saying that if she was hurt or in pain, she should come to her for treatment;

Luo Yu grew from timid to delicate and pretty, sticking to her all day long, her eyes filled with aspiration.

Jiangyun smiled and asked Luo Yu what she wanted for her birthday. The girl stammered, her face flushed for a long time.

She could see that what Luo Yu wanted was her.

But she couldn’t respond.

Her lifespan was long, while Luo Yu was just an ordinary little girl in the human world.

To her, a brief blink of an eye meant the other person would age and die, making it impossible for them to stay together—that would be a torture for Luo Yu.

Jiangyun was always especially lonely.

Therefore, she was greedy for the mortal world, which was as fleeting and ever-changing as the lifespan of a morning glory.

She recalled memories from a very distant childhood.

At that time, she was still a weak, ignorant fish fry, raised in the Five-Colored Stem Pond of the Western Sage Buddha, surviving by consuming dust motes.

Many, many fish were kept in the pond, listening to the Buddha’s scriptures. Their lifelong wish was to cross the Dragon Gate and ascend to become an immortal.

But Jiangyun was always out of place.

From birth, she was born with dragon horns on her head, her belly resembled a shen (a mythological creature), and her claws were like those of an eagle. She was an anomaly in the eyes of the other fish.

The carp fish ostracized her, calling her a freak, unworthy to stay in the Buddha’s pond, and even less worthy to leap over the Dragon Gate.

Jiangyun took to the air in the middle of the night, her claws grasping all the fish who had spoken ill of her. She circled in the air, waiting until the bad fish struggled due to lack of water, then pat-pat-pat shook them back into the pond.

“It’s raining fish, it’s raining fish!” She gloated.

The fish looked up at her timidly, and she snorted coquettishly, “I’m not leaping the Dragon Gate because I’m already a dragon! A Fish-Dragon, understand?”

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