After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 76.1

Silence fell around them.

In the cold, stern wind of Danyong City, mixed with the smell of blood, was the gurgling sound of crimson fluid flowing.

The woman stood still, her shoulders drooping, in a white gown, holding a sword. In this scene resembling a purgatory, she was like a clear moon and a gentle breeze.

She had already fallen into depravity, but for a moment, she made people recall the sword cultivator whose beauty was once snow-like and had been praised and admired by the world.

Si Jing, Si Yingzhi.

Inside Danyong City, many of the self-righteous immortal cultivators could no longer bear their current miserable state. Their minds were in chaos, and their Dao hearts wavered.

Some were bewildered, some went insane, committing suicide or dying tragically at the hands of their former companions.

Si Jing smiled, took a fish-shaped jade pendant from her sleeve, and placed it against the side of her face.

She murmured, “Zhaozhao, you once said… you hate demons the most.”

“Now, Yingzhi is making them disappear, or slaughter each other.”

“Those who slandered, betrayed, and spat on you in the past, Yingzhi will never allow them to appear before you again.”

Her little fish was once the purest and gentlest ray of dawn in the Nine Provinces.

She came from the Buddhist realm, yet was attached to the chaotic mortal world, wishing to bring clarity and peace to the Nine Provinces with her own efforts.

But over a hundred years, all traces of her vibrant existence were erased. People twisted the truth, falsely accusing her of being the demon lord who polluted the world, and cursed her endlessly.

“This fish-shaped jade talisman was once a beloved item of Yingzhi’s Dao companion,” Si Jing showed the warm, blood-red jade to the crowd.

“We… formed a soul bond the day before yesterday in Danyong City,” her eyes contained an emotion she couldn’t hide.

“From now on, our hearts and souls are linked, never to be separated.”

The Bi Xiao’s spiritual power surged like a tide, and in just a breath, it had attacked Si Jing from behind.

Si Jing did not dodge, letting the cold blade pierce through her chest, yet she was still smiling.

After staggering forward briefly due to the force of the sword, her figure appeared frail and broken.

But she suppressed the pain, hooked her lips, and raised her hand to grip the sword tip.

Fresh blood flowed down her wrist, gradually staining her snow-white sleeve, adding a touch of sinister beauty.

Si Jing didn’t turn back, but her words were directed at Luo Yu behind her, “Did Shishu operate me like this before, just as she is now controlling the Bi Xiao, to gouge out Zhaozhao’s demon core?”

She lowered her eyes, lightly pinching the sword body. A cold chill poured in, and the Bi Xiao immediately developed thin cracks.

Luo Yu wanted to pull back her sword, but the Bi Xiao had already disintegrated into dust in Si Jing’s hand.

Si Jing coughed up shocking crimson blood, turned to look at her, her snow-white garment soaked, revealing a hint of brilliance.

“The Bi Xiao was casually forged by Jiang Yun a thousand years ago and given to you as a birthday gift,” her voice was cold and clear.

“And I, or perhaps… Gui Ji, was painstakingly forged by Jiang Yun.”

“Do you want to use it to kill me?”

The horrifying sword wound on Si Jing’s chest was healing, but its speed was much slower than in their past encounters.

Luo Yu smiled slightly, still calling out, “Yingzhi.”

“Your cultivation has been significantly reduced. Is it because you’ve been struggling to maintain the vast illusion you built to hide Zhaozhao recently?”

“You must know.” She sighed softly, walking over gracefully. Her hand, simulating the warm temperature of a human, gently stroked Si Jing’s cheek.

“Shishu has been very familiar with items related to illusion techniques, such as siren lamps and siren oil, for a hundred years.”

“Can you ensure a complete retreat and hide the little fish where Shishu cannot find her?”

Si Jing lowered her eyes.

She gathered her cultivation to her palm and suddenly struck the heart meridian of the seemingly benevolent Luo Yu before her.

This strike was unavoidable. Luo Yu, without the Bi Xiao to protect her, felt as if she had been hit by a heavy blow, and streaks of blood spread from the corner of her lips.

She looked at the fierce, detached snow-robed woman before her.

“…Just letting Shishu perish here will suffice,” Si Jing replied.

Luo Yu’s smile deepened.

“Yingzhi’s current appearance is more and more like Gui Ji, and more like a demon than I am,” her voice was still warm, but devastating.

“If Zhaozhao knew you caused Danyong City to run with blood, she would probably be scared enough to… escape from your illusion.”

“Just like she abandoned you, who was bitterly waiting in the stone cave in the past.”

Si Jing tightened her knuckles. The Plain Sword arrived at her call and harshly pierced the woman’s chest.

Her eyes were desolate and lost, her voice very soft, “She won’t.”

“Zhaozhao has formed a soul bond with me, and personally promised she won’t, won’t run away again.”

But in her mind, the wet, quiet rainy night reappeared.

She waited blindly until dawn, searched for all traces of the little fish, but only picked up the discarded jade ring.

Although she wasn’t a demon in the true sense, she was no longer the unsullied sword cultivator who was relied upon by her fellow disciples and juniors in the past.

“You came alone because you entrusted the little fish to Gui Ji?” Luo Yu said with a smile.

“Do you know? Gui Ji had already planted a love gu on Zhaozhao.”

“She tricked you here, intending to take the opportunity to eliminate you and have the little fish all to herself.”

Si Jing’s eyes were filled with crimson blood mist. She approached the seemingly incapacitated Luo Yu.

She lowered her eyes in a daze, her heart weeping blood, feeling pain like a thousand cuts, “…Shut up.”

She knew that Luo Yu was using sweet words to shake her resolve.

But she still couldn’t help but imagine over and over again.

Zhaozhao in the illusion would spend the rest of her life with Gui Ji.

It would no longer be her.

“Yingzhi, it seems Xuezhu should have visited a few days ago, and brought you a soul-bond gift,” Luo Yu lightly touched Si Jing’s blank chest, her smile spreading.

“She said it concerned Zhaozhao’s threads of affection?”

The woman carelessly dusted her sleeve, speaking the most malicious words in a seemingly innocent tone.

“The threads of affection are indeed with me, but they were long ago burned away by me with a siren lamp. Zhaozhao will never fall in love with anyone again.”

“Yingzhi, especially not you.”

Si Jing trembled all over, her heart empty.

She gripped Luo Yu’s neck, the veins on her wrist bulging, “Why, why did you have to go to such lengths?”

“What does Zhaozhao’s life in this world… have to do with you?”

Chu Zhao in this life should have been a carefree, ignorant, and adorable little red fish, not dragged into the turbulent currents of reincarnation and entanglement.

Luo Yu was still smiling. Her body demonized, scattering into a handful of dark mist, “Because I also harbor affection for Zhaozhao.”

“In the past, she wouldn’t look at me, scolded me for being delusional, and stubbornly chose to marry a sword. Now, I will make her be pierced by a sword, and make her belong only to me.”

“Even if she is just a cold corpse… it’s fine.”

Si Jing stared blankly at the unfamiliar woman before her.

Luo Yu tore off her past mask of pretense, laughing madly, “Do you know? A hundred years ago, why did Jiang Yun commit suicide at her soul-bond ceremony with Gui Ji?”

“She was poisoned with an incurable toxin. She didn’t want to look miserable after the marriage, so she simply died in Gui Ji’s arms that night, fulfilling her wish.”

“Gui Ji shared half of Jiang Yun’s heart, so the pain must have been deeply etched into her bones.”

Si Jing’s expression was blank and hollow. A dull ache spread and grew from her chest, almost tearing her in two.

The rawness of being pierced through the chest by the Bi Xiao, the pain of being besieged by the people of the Xuan Sect, was nothing compared to this.

“I forgot, Gui Ji and Jiang Yun share a heart, originally one entity. After extracting the little fish’s threads of affection, I should compensate,” Luo Yu, now without a physical body, spoke softly near her ear.

“Yingzhi, didn’t you want to become human?” She smiled and opened her mouth.

“I will repay you with a body that ages, gets sick, and has seven emotions and six desires.”

“You will slowly be poisoned, gradually grow old, and be trapped for life, accompanying the little fish who will not decay and cannot feel love.”

Si Jing felt a sweetness in her throat.

A wisp of the nearly all-pervasive dark mist integrated into her pulse.

She trembled slightly all over, finally exhausted, and leaned against the ground.

A palpitation, like that of a normal person, arose in her chest, but it was mixed with a needle-prick pain. The slow-acting poison had already taken effect.

Zhaozhao has always loved beauty, and was attached to her appearance.

When she grew old, would the little fish still love her?

Si Jing spat out a mouthful of blood, her dark hair covering her eyes.

Tears of blood fell, silent, staining her spotless sleeve.

Luo Yu smiled contentedly.

She materialized her body, squatted down, and reached out to pinch the chin of the snow-robed woman, wanting to admire and scrutinize her.

The next moment, she inadvertently met a pair of cold, deep red eyes filled with interest.

Gui Ji had, at some point, taken over Si Jing’s body.

She lifted her lips, and with a movement almost too fast to catch, extracted the demon core that the woman had exposed due to her relaxed guard.

She twisted Luo Yu’s demon core in her palm, ruthlessly crushing it.

“You intend to sow discord between A-Jing and me?”

Luo Yu’s vital energy was severely damaged, and her body, condensed from demonic energy, suddenly dissipated.

Her voice was faint, yet still smiling, “…Gui Ji.”

“You still couldn’t leave Yingzhi alone. After all, she is the side of Jiang Yun that she loved the most, pure and snow-like.”

Gui Ji’s lips were crimson, her expression showing a scorn completely opposite to Si Jing’s, “What does that have to do with you?”

“Now that you’ve lost your demon core and are severely injured… you must be about to die.”

Luo Yu spoke, with a hint of a smile, not angered, “Too bad, Yingzhi will accompany me.”

“Han Shi has gained the coveted flesh and blood body that lives and dies in a single day.”

“Gui Ji, will you find me and eliminate me first, or will Yingzhi be the first to go mad from the short lifespan and slow-acting poison she is afflicted with?”

“I look forward to seeing it.”

As her voice faded, the dark mist surrounding them dispersed, leaving no trace.

Danyong City had become a sea of blood comparable to the Immersed Sea.

Gui Ji stood up, swaying.

Gazing down at the various horrible sights, she suddenly let out a low laugh.

She was thinking that A-Jing was not like her, from beginning to end.

So pure that she didn’t personally remove the filth of the city, only coldly watched them slaughter each other.

Just like her in the past, she was once again deceived by Luo Yu.

But the little fish, after all, preferred Si Jing like this.

The cold and indifferent Si Jing, who was completely different from her.

Gui Ji flicked her sleeve, conjuring a mist mirror in front of her. Through the blurry image in the mirror, she saw Chu Zhao’s eyes were red, silently shedding tears in the illusion.

Seeing her form appear out of nowhere, Chu Zhao ran over da-da, clutching the edge of the mirror with a look of confusion, “W-who are you?”

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