After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 73.2

After entering summer, locust trees bloomed everywhere in Central State.

Chu Zhao stood at the entrance of the empty, sparsely populated mountain path, rubbing her eyes.

“…So the snow has all melted,” she whispered to herself.

But that day, when she came with Si Jing, the base of Yulu Peak was clearly still covered in white snow, like a mirage that had drawn her in.

Chu Zhao immediately lost the desire to go to Yulu Peak.

Thinking it wouldn’t be too late to come in winter, she turned her head, and the corner of her eye caught sight of the neighboring peak.

The forest stream was full of dazzling, unknown flowers. Even from a distance, she could smell a sweet, powdery fragrance, and she could vaguely see figures with flamboyant gestures.

She drew her sword, stepped onto it, and with a shift of her thoughts, the sword carried her to the neighboring peak.

Si Jing raised her hand, and the girl’s crimson sleeve slipped through her palm like flowing water.

The three characters “Wenqing Palace” (Asking about Love Palace) engraved on the stone plaque next to them entered her vision, and a cold indifference surfaced in her eyes.

The scenery on the neighboring peak was vastly different from the cold Yulu Peak in Chu Zhao’s memory.

Vibrant, dazzling flowers and grasses bloomed all around. Hot springs were everywhere, shrouded in steam, and in her ear, there were faint sounds that made her cheeks burn.

Chu Zhao curiously leaned closer and actually saw two naked figures intertwined in the water.

A woman with a charming appearance floated in the water. Catching sight of her, she reached out her hand and temptingly parted her lips, “Do you… want to join us?”

Chu Zhao’s heart was beating very fast. She covered her chest and asked innocently, “Do you also like skinny-dipping?”

The woman was startled, then chuckled.

Her delicate, jade-like fingertip lifted Chu Zhao’s chin. “So it’s a wooden little fish.”

She glanced at Chu Zhao’s chest, raising an eyebrow with interest. “No wonder, you’re missing a few strands of ‘love-silk.’ Is that why you came to Wenqing Palace for guidance?”

“‘Love-silk’?” Chu Zhao tilted her head in confusion.

The Wenqing Palace hadn’t seen such a blank slate of a demon for a long time. The woman was highly intrigued.

Just as she was about to tease her a few more times, she suddenly felt the hot spring she was resting in turn cold.

Frost mixed with demonic energy silently spread, seemingly about to freeze all of her meridians.

She frantically withdrew her hand, ignoring her cultivation partner in the water, and transformed into a wisp of soft, crimson smoke to escape.

The remaining person didn’t react quickly enough and was frozen in the pool.

He seemed to recognize the newcomer and stammered, “Si, Si…?”

Si Jing covered Chu Zhao’s ears, a crimson glow flickering in her eyes as she glanced at the person.

The demonic energy automatically sealed the other person’s mouth, making it impossible for him to speak again.

She embraced Chu Zhao’s waist from behind, her voice mournful, “How did Zhaozhao come here alone?”

“Yingzhi thought… Zhaozhao wanted to abandon me.”

Chu Zhao sank into the slightly cool embrace. The heat quickly turned to coldness. She bit her lip, feeling a little guilty.

Just a moment ago, she was thinking that if Si Jing wasn’t here, she would definitely compete with that beauty just now to see who could swim faster.

Seeing the quaint peach wood plaque not far away, with the characters “Wenqing Palace” (Asking about Love Palace) written in an intricate, connected style, she looked at it curiously for a long time.

She asked Si Jing in a whisper, “Is this also Yulu Peak? If I ask here, will I know what ‘love’ is?”

Si Jing was uncharacteristically silent.

After a long time, she gently replied, “If Zhaozhao doesn’t know what love is, Yingzhi will teach you.”

“There’s no need… to come here.”

Chu Zhao shook her head in disagreement, escaping from Si Jing’s embrace. “But, this place is so fragrant and beautiful, it must be a good place. I want to go see the beautiful people inside!”

A soft mist filled the air beside her. As she blindly felt her way forward, she suddenly bumped into an embrace that exuded a sweet fragrance.

Looking up, she saw a woman who narrowed her phoenix eyes, possessing an inherently seductive charm.

She looked at her for a moment, then traced her cheek with great interest. “This charming little fish, I… seem to have seen before?”

Bo Kunyao smiled sweetly, pulling the self-delivered Chu Zhao closer.

She waved her sleeve, dispersing the soft mist, and curved her lips toward the woman not far away, whose expression was displeased and whose body was wreathed in demonic energy.

“Don’t you agree, Si Yingzhi?”

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Chu Zhao rubbed her eyes vaguely and sat up.

The sweet fragrance of the strange woman’s embrace had made her head groggy. The voices in her ears became fleeting and indistinguishable, and she had somehow fallen asleep.

She was indeed in Wenqing Palace now. The sky outside the window was already dark, and it was quiet around her, with no one else in sight.

Even Si Jing wasn’t here.

Chu Zhao inexplicably felt a sense of loneliness and panic. She wanted to push the door open, but it was sealed with a restriction.

After breaking one, another appeared.

“Little red fish, already thinking of leaving?” A soft, alluring female voice came from behind.

Chu Zhao felt a wisp of mist tracing her chin, but when she turned to look, there was no one there.

“My name is Bo Kunyao.” The woman let out a delicate laugh, suddenly appearing out of thin air in front of Chu Zhao.

Seeing her looking around helplessly, she asked leisurely, “Are you looking for Si Jing?”

Chu Zhao stared vigilantly at the beauty in front of her for a long time.

Catching a glimpse of obscure lustful fluctuation in Bo Kunyao’s eyes, she backed away, barely protecting herself. “I’m already bound by a contract. I can’t marry anyone else…”

Bo Kunyao curved her lips. “Oh? You mean you’ve already formed a bond with Si Jing?”

Chu Zhao nodded earnestly.

“No matter.” The woman’s smile grew wider.

Leaning close to the ear of the panicked girl, she whispered, “Si Jing has already lent you to me for a few days. She said I can do whatever I like with you.”

Chu Zhao’s eyes turned red with grievance. “You’re lying to the fish!”

She had only just married Si Jing. The woman had said she was her only Dao Companion. How could she have abandoned her alone in Wenqing Palace?

“Don’t you know yet, little fish?” Bo Kunyao sighed regretfully. “Si Jing has long since fallen into demonhood.”

“She is now a demonic cultivator who slaughtered Kunlun Void and other Xuanmen sects, infamous throughout the Nine Provinces, and whom everyone wants to kill.”

Demonic cultivator…?

Chu Zhao didn’t believe it and shook her head stubbornly. “Si Jing is a sword cultivator! She would never slaughter the Xuanmen. She used to be the Senior Sister of Yunshui Stream.”

Bo Kunyao’s smile was held in her eyes, seemingly astonished by the girl’s defense of Si Jing.

“She was, indeed, and we were even somewhat acquainted. Unfortunately, after Si Jing fell into demonhood, her temperament drastically changed, transforming her completely.”

“For example, do you think the Yunshui Stream on the neighboring peak is still there?” She curved her lips.

“All sixteen members of the entire sect were long ago corrupted by demonic energy. Not to mention their flesh and blood, not even their souls remain.”

Chu Zhao took a few steps back in a daze.

Were those disciples she had seen wearing pale blue robes—the boys and girls who laughed with her in the faint morning snow—all gone now?

Then where exactly was the Yulu Peak that Si Jing took her to?

And what did the kiss she pressed on her cheek when she embraced her mean?

Were all those things Si Jing had said to her before the wedding, about having admired her for a long time and finally having her wish fulfilled… all lies?

When she saw the words “Wenqing Palace” and eagerly wanted to visit, earnestly trying to learn the true meaning of “love” so she could understand the woman’s feelings for her, what was Si Jing thinking?

Was she thinking of how to deceive her and trap her by her side?

Chu Zhao was utterly bewildered. She touched her eyes, which felt scorching hot.

She didn’t know why she was sad right now.

Was it because she had been deceived?

So this was the taste of being deceived by a so-called “Dao Companion.”

In a trance, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a sword light purifying the dust and smoke. She looked over in a daze. Si Jing had broken through the illusion restriction.

Her posture was like snow, intent on pulling her back into her embrace.

Bo Kunyao seemed to have expected this.

She smiled, looked up, and said, “Si Yingzhi, you’re a little late.”

Si Jing ignored her indifferently.

Demonic energy surged around her, yet she only shielded the soft, crimson-robed figure in her arms, her eyes filled with desolation.

She called out softly, “Zhaozhao.”

Chu Zhao broke free from her embrace and retreated a few steps, helpless.

Tears rolled down her cheeks. She sobbed in a low voice, “Are you… a bad demonic cultivator?”

“Why… did you lie to A-Chu to marry you?”

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