After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 72.1

In a panic, Chu Zhao grabbed Si Jing’s forearm, her eyes wide as she shook her head.

Her lips had already been ravished into a soft, red hue, which, along with a sense of pity, only further stirred certain other feelings.

Si Jing held the little fish’s finger bones and gently kissed them at her lips. Her manner was aloof, her voice cool, yet it contained a hint of grievance.

“Zhao Zhao says I am Gui Ji, but Gui Ji is someone else.”

“Gui Ji is an evil sword who bullied Zhao Zhao before. Did Zhao Zhao forget after a nap?”

Feeling the cool softness on the back of her hand, Chu Zhao’s heart remained tightly clenched.

“But you look exactly like Gui Ji.” She was still lost in the dream, resisting in bewilderment, “Gui Ji tricked Jiang Yun into marrying him in the Demon Palace, trying to trap her!”

Si Jing stopped all her movements abruptly.

She lowered her eyes deeply and suddenly smiled.

She found the girl’s detached way of calling out “Jiang Yun” adorable, and she also felt a thrill in her heart at the little fish’s confusion after revealing the darkness.

A slender hand stroked Chu Zhao’s cheek, and Si Jing answered gently, “Zhao Zhao doesn’t want this, does she?”

Chu Zhao naturally shook her head vigorously, “I hate being locked up the most!”

Si Jing gently kissed Chu Zhao’s unsettled brow bone, moving down to her fluttering lashes, coaxing, “Ying Zhi will grant all of Zhao Zhao’s wishes.”

These words, sounding both real and false, brought Chu Zhao an inexplicable sense of reassurance because they were spoken by the aloof-looking immortal cultivator.

“When can I go back to Yao Guang Ze?” She had a long dream, and was very tired last night, so she asked, straining to keep her eyes open.

Chu Zhao didn’t understand what love was, nor did she understand why Jiang Yun in the dream had to go to such lengths for Gui Ji.

Even more, she didn’t understand why Si Jing would want to form a bond and marry her after only meeting her once.

She just wanted to transform into her original form and swim freely in the clear, warm water.

Si Jing leaned close to Chu Zhao’s ear.

After answering softly, when she looked up again, the other person was already asleep.

She stared at the girl almost obsessively for a while, remembering last night, and uncontrollably curled up the corners of her lips.

Of course, she was going to keep the little fish by her side and properly complete their long-regretted wedding ceremony.

Si Jing lifted the gauze curtain and slowly left.

She stopped abruptly in front of the incense burner that had already burned out, her finger tracing the pattern on the copper lid, her eyes deepening.

Gui Ji suddenly spoke near her ear, a playful smile in her voice. “A’Jing, is there something you want to ask me?”

“For example, why Zhao Zhao suddenly remembered the past, Jiang Yun, and… me.”

“This incense is refined from merfolk oil and has the effect of illusion. I recognized it long ago in Yingchuan.” Si Jing lowered her eyes, a hint of disgust in her words.

“What Zhao Zhao remembers is entirely manipulated by you, isn’t it?”

Gui Ji chuckled, “You’re right. But, isn’t A’Jing worried?”

“If Zhao Zhao suddenly remembers on the wedding night that in this life, she was also personally pierced through the chest by you… she might be so frightened she’d cry.”

Si Jing turned her head, her voice cold, “It wasn’t me.”

If it were before, she might have wavered, but now, she was certain it wasn’t her doing.

It was “Xianzi Zhuo Qing,” who had already reached the Divine Transformation stage but set up an entire scheme.

Her Martial Aunt, Luo Yu.

“It’s good that A’Jing hasn’t forgotten,” Gui Ji spoke leisurely. “Don’t forget, you promised me you would kill Luo Yu.”

“As for Zhao Zhao, I don’t want her to suffer any grievances. This dream will soon vanish like smoke.” There was a hint of amusement in her tone. “A’Jing, just have a proper wedding with Zhao Zhao.”

“…I will also enjoy watching on the side.”

After all, they were originally one and the same.

Si Jing curled her fingers, her dark hair obscuring her cold, pale cheek, a thin layer of frost rising around her, yet the corners of her lips curved up in a sickly way.

She and Zhao Zhao were going to form a bond.

After pausing for a moment, she turned back and sealed the chamber where Chu Zhao was with blood mist, engraving a pattern that only allowed herself to enter and exit.

She wouldn’t allow anyone… to peek at her little fish.

Chu Zhao slept very soundly and didn’t know what time it was when she woke up.

She ran off the bed and looked around, finding that the incense burner that had been on the corner of the table was gone, leaving only a vase with pink lotus flowers adorned with delicate morning dew.

She leaned in to sniff it, and it turned out to be gathered from Yao Guang Ze.

Someone suddenly hugged her from behind, and a low, gentle voice whispered, “Does Zhao Zhao like it?”

Chu Zhao looked at the object and turned to face Si Jing, smiling, “I do!”

“Then, close your eyes.” Si Jing covered her eyes.

When she removed her hands, Chu Zhao sensitively smelled the fragrance of rippling water, lotus, and hibiscus.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was already by a clear pool somewhere in Yao Guang Ze.

She squatted down, surprised and delighted, immersing her hand in the water, and small fish scrambled to come and peck at her fingertips.

Was this really Yao Guang Ze?

Chu Zhao couldn’t think too much, joyfully swimming a few laps in the water. She felt that the palace corridors and corners all fit her memory, and there were even fish-dragons of various shapes along the way.

What about Huai Lang? And Pei Yue.

She wrung out her clothes and went ashore to look for the two of them, but when she pushed open the door, it was empty inside.

“…Si Jing.” Chu Zhao took a small step back, calling out helplessly, “Why, why are A’Lang and Bei Bei not here?”

No one responded.

Only then did she slowly realize that she had been playing in the water for too long and had completely forgotten the taciturn and quiet woman, not noticing if she had followed or not.

The moonlight covered the sky, and Chu Zhao felt a chill creep over her.

She bit her lip and ran towards the entrance of Yao Guang Ze. However, the place that should have been reached in a quarter of an hour now seemed impossible to reach.

The young lotus flowers swayed, the night wind brushed her face, and the scenery around her kept repeating, retreating backward.

The Yao Guang Ze she missed had changed into a form she didn’t recognize.

Chu Zhao found a safe little pavilion, curled herself up, covered her ears, afraid that some unknown creature in the dark was watching her.

Like the immortal cultivator that night, she was afraid of being eaten by the surging demons.

But in the next instant, she was safely caught in a embrace.

Si Jing’s snow-white clothes, dyed by the moonlight, looked pure and ethereal. Her long lashes were lowered, making her look like an immortal banished from a painting, with even the crimson in her eyes slightly faded.

Her forehead gently touched Chu Zhao’s, and she asked softly, “Zhao Zhao, why are you hiding here?”

Chu Zhao grabbed the woman’s sleeve and quietly shook her head, “I, I don’t want to be in Yao Guang Ze anymore. It wants to trap me and eat me.”

Why did the place she missed not even make her feel as safe as the dark, damp chamber she hated?

Si Jing lightly raised her lips.

“Then, how about Ying Zhi takes Zhao Zhao to a place she likes?” She spoke gently, “There will be snow that Yao Guang Ze has never seen, a pool with abundant spiritual energy, and some… faces you know.”

Chu Zhao’s eyes lit up, “Snow?”

She remembered never having seen snow before. Would it be like the thin mist that floated over the lotus pond in the morning, tasting sweet?

And who would the familiar faces be?

Si Jing still covered her vision with her soft, snow-white sleeve. When she removed it, a cold, refreshing scent rushed to her face.

They were standing on a winding mountain path. Ahead, there was a mountain rock covered with moss and thin snow, with large cinnabar characters written on it.

“Yun, Shui, Jian?” Chu Zhao looked around, “It sounds like a warm place, but it’s, achu, so cold here…”

A warmth settled on her shoulders. Si Jing took off her own robe and draped it over her, patiently and properly tying the belt for her from behind.

Wrapped in the light scent, Chu Zhao’s face flushed. She wanted to say something, but when she looked up, she was drawn by a bright yellow and a dark green figure.

The bright yellow girl looked delicate and lovely. Even though her fingers were red from the cold, she still whined with tears in her eyes to the person in front of her;

The slightly taller dark green girl opposite her had bright, shining eyes, staring at the bright yellow girl without a moment’s lapse, listening slowly as the girl spoke, then clumsily tucking the other’s hands into her robe.

Chu Zhao stepped on the snow and ran over, tilting her head to look at the two figures exchanging glances.

Her cultivation was decent, and she could tell that the two in front of her were clearly two bird demons who had transformed into human form not long ago.

“What are you looking at?” The bright yellow girl stomped her foot in dissatisfaction.

“Looking at what?” The dark green girl mimicked her.

“Just looking! What’s wrong with that?” Chu Zhao put her hands on her hips, righteously, her gaze drifting to the dark green girl’s chest, which was bulging because of the hands tucked inside, full of curiosity.

“Clumsy fish!” The bright yellow girl was enraged and hid the dark green girl behind her. “Don’t look at A’Qing, if you want to look, look at me!”

The dark green girl tugged at her sleeve from behind, “Miao Miao…”

Si Jing walked over, silently holding Chu Zhao’s hand, and cast a glance at the two figures in front of them.

Both the bright yellow and dark green figures were stunned and cautiously called the woman “Senior Sister.”

Chu Zhao walked quite a distance, still pouting, “Two silly birds, they haven’t been in human form for long. I could roast them with just a wave of my hand!”

Then she thought about it and curiously shook Si Jing’s arm, “Si Jing, why do they call you Senior Sister?”

Si Jing brushed the snow off her lashes and answered softly, “Because… I was once the head disciple under the Sect Master of Yun Shui Jian.”

If she were still at Yulu Peak now, most likely Tao Miao and A’Qing would have already taken human form.

The wind in Yun Shui Jian in the summer would be softer, and the water would be rippling.

Would Zhao Zhao like it?

Unfortunately, she could never see it again.

Lost in thought, Chu Zhao’s hand had somehow climbed up to her cheek, lightly touching her slightly crimson eye corner, and she called out softly, “…Si Jing?”

She clenched her fists indignantly, “Did those two vicious birds bully you before? Just some mere bird demons, daring to bully Senior Sister, I must teach them a good lesson!”

Si Jing only gave a faint smile.

She tucked the girl’s frozen red hands into her robe. “Didn’t Zhao Zhao want to learn sword techniques? Ying Zhi will teach you. After you’ve learned, will Zhao Zhao protect me?”

Chu Zhao was flattered and asked quietly, “Really?”

In Yao Guang Ze, the fish-dragon tribe all favored illusion techniques, and when she was with Luo Yu, the latter only taught her soft, ornamental sword moves.

Only Si Jing was willing to grant all her wishes.

The next day, Chu Zhao changed into an light blue robe that seemed to be the uniform of a Yun Shui Jian disciple.

She hadn’t even met the Sect Master of Yun Shui Jian, but she was dizzily given a sword she liked and went to the Sword Forging Cliff on the peak for morning lessons with the other disciples.

The young men and women were spirited and lively, but there were also some lazy ones who hid under the pine trees to catch up on sleep.

“Isn’t this the immortal cultivator sister?” A fox-eyed girl came closer, pulling the gentle and reserved girl beside her, and smiled at Chu Zhao.

“Are you here to take the exam for someone again? Sigh, did the Eldest Senior Sister not find out this time?”

“S-Su Su, don’t sc-scare the immortal cultivator sister.” The girl next to her stammered as she spoke. She fumbled in her sleeve, took out a warm egg, and handed it to Chu Zhao.

“Immortal cultivator sister, eat the… warm one… It’s not, not from the dining hall, it was bought down the mountain.”

Chu Zhao chewed the tender egg heartily, watching the two delicate figures walk away.

She made an effort to remember the names on their badges.

Shen Susu, Yuan Ling.

How strange, she seemed to have… seen them in a distant dream.

The daily routine of sword cultivation was dull, but for Chu Zhao, it was as simple as drinking water and eating snacks. With just a thought, several swords would fly towards her affectionately, letting her command them.

Cen Lingwei, a Talisman cultivator, was heartbroken, “Sword, come back! How am I supposed to pass the assessment without you!”

Nie Qian bit her lip until it was red. Relying on her Body Cultivator’s belief, she desperately pulled the sword flying away, while trying to look relaxed, “…This force isn’t that strong, you know.”

Chu Zhao snorted defiantly and walked two steps forward.

Nie Qian immediately screamed and, along with her sword, flew into Chu Zhao’s arms.

Xiao Wan, behind them, pulled Nie Qian out and sighed, “Senior Sister is watching.”

Chu Zhao happily held a handful of swords and pounced on Si Jing, who was approaching from a distance, “Si Jing, I won the grilled lotus! Do I have great talent in sword techniques?”

Si Jing wrapped her arm around her slender waist, brushed the strands of hair from her forehead, and replied softly, “Of course. Zhao Zhao is the most powerful little fish in my heart.”

Chu Zhao still wanted to refute that she wasn’t a little fish, but was inadvertently caught by the intense emotion in the woman’s eyes.

Her cheek inexplicably grew hot again. She turned her head in confusion, but right in front of everyone, Si Jing leaned down and gently pecked her cheek.

“You, you…” She was speechless, only feeling a strange sensation sweep over her, leaving her chest tingling.

“Ying Zhi has admired Zhao Zhao for a long time,” Si Jing leaned close to her ear, her voice as soft as melting snow.

“Zhao Zhao, are you willing to form a bond and marry Ying Zhi in the future?”

Chu Zhao covered her chest.

The unfamiliar feeling surged and receded like a tide. She tried to catch it but only grasped the residual warmth.

If she married Si Jing, would she always feel the comforting excitement she just experienced?

Chu Zhao turned around in confusion, looking behind her.

The boys and girls of Yun Shui Jian were either covering their faces or staring wide-eyed at the two of them, but they were all cheering in unison.

“I, I’m willing,” she answered quietly.

Chu Zhao still didn’t know what love meant.

She just wanted her time in Yun Shui Jian to be longer, much longer.

If Si Jing could keep accompanying her, she would surely be even happier.

Chu Zhao noticed that the woman’s arm around her waist was tightening, constricting until she could barely breathe.

She caught a glimpse of the crimson spreading in Si Jing’s eyes, and the corners of her lips lifted in a look of profound satisfaction.

“In that case… Zhao Zhao can’t go back on her word.” The woman opened her lips slightly.

The sight of the thin snow around them peeled away layer by layer. The cold wind disappeared, sinking into chaotic darkness. Chu Zhao looked around in panic, but there was no trace of Yun Shui Jian.

The laughter of the boys and girls, the quiet and elegant sect, shattered instantly like glass.

Chu Zhao struggled like a fish out of water, suddenly opening her eyes.

The sheer curtain by the bed was still hazy. Si Jing held her tightly in her embrace, as if clutching the only remaining treasure after a dream vanished.

She kissed her on the corner of her lips, her voice broken, and called out softly, “Zhao Zhao, you’re awake?”

“Do you still remember, we are getting married today.”

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