After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 78

Chu Zhao curled backward, noticing a palpitation in her chest, like a small fish restlessly swimming around.

Peeking past her wrist, Si Jing held a faint, serene smile, a hint of crimson swirling in her eyes, flickering brightly with the candlelight.

Was that… her own reflection?

Her earlobes felt hot, but she kept feeling as though Si Jing had once again become the wicked woman who tricked fish, her gaze filled with tender affection, enveloping her, wanting to devour her.

Chu Zhao shook her fish tail, trapped in Si Jing’s embrace, causing the jade chain to lightly jingle, “Untie the chain, and A-Chu will tell you!”

Since the woman’s magic had transformed her into a fish tail, for some unknown reason, she could never retract it again.

Moreover, Chu Zhao noticed that the way Si Jing looked at her tail was always very strange.

Her eyes were slightly shadowed, as if the tide was ebbing and flowing, hiding unknown thoughts.

She let out a soft whimper, suddenly beginning to tremble.

Si Jing, holding her waist, was lightly stroking the sensitive scales near her tail.

It seemed unintentional, but every trace and touch sent a tingling sensation throughout her body.

Chu Zhao buried herself in Si Jing’s embrace, forced to circle the other’s neck, and softly refused, “…Stop touching it, you bad person…!”

Si Jing kissed Chu Zhao’s cheek, “Zhao Zhao, do you understand it now?”

“The taste of mutual affection, as spoken of in the storybooks.”

So, the taste of almost being devoured was what “mutual affection” meant.

Chu Zhao didn’t understand, only feeling like she was sinking into overlapping swamps. She craved this sensation, just as she liked Si Jing’s cool and detached demeanor.

She certainly liked Si Jing very much.

She liked her so much that she could abandon mealworms, liked her so much that her dreams were filled with the image of the woman softly calling her “Zhao Zhao.”

However… she yearned for freedom and willfulness even more.

She wanted to swim freely in boundless waters, rather than being restricted and curled up in some warm, confined embrace.

The feeling of love she desperately tried to comprehend, while gifting her with unfamiliar joy, also dragged her down like water weeds into the mud.

“A-Chu doesn’t want to be mutually affectionate with you!” Chu Zhao fiercely pushed away, “Let go of my tail, let go…”

As her voice faded, Chu Zhao noticed Si Jing’s body suddenly lighten.

It was as if all her strength had been drained, and even her breathing became faint.

Si Jing silently brushed the jade chain that bound Chu Zhao’s tail, and the cold chain vanished into thin air.

Yet, an unseen bloody mist condensed into a rope, gently and imperceptibly branding the little fish anew.

Chu Zhao hurriedly escaped the woman’s embrace, circling herself.

Across a short distance, in the dim candlelight, she saw Si Jing with her head lowered, her originally clear eyes now swimming with a thin layer of moisture.

“Does Zhao Zhao dislike Yingzhi this way?”

The beauty did not blame her, but merely wept silently, a subtle blush, invasive to the heart, floating at the corners of her eyes.

“If Zhao Zhao dislikes it… then Yingzhi will stop.” She whispered.

Chu Zhao’s heart softened.

She cautiously watched Si Jing for a moment, then leaned forward, offering the tip of her tail into the woman’s embrace.

The soft crimson tail fins swayed, hooking the snow-colored sleeve with gentle strokes.

Chu Zhao bit her lip, unable to utter any words of comfort, only attempting to draw Si Jing’s attention in this way.

But she was suddenly lifted up by a shadow that enveloped her.

Si Jing held her tightly, her voice low, the corners of her eyes still red, “Since Zhao Zhao is disgusted, why come to comfort Yingzhi?”

The beauty resembled an exiled immortal, and at this moment, was even more like a lotus tearfully dripping dew, fragile and alluring. Chu Zhao only felt her heart soaking in water, sometimes floating, sometimes stranded.

She truly had no choice, and lightly pecked Si Jing’s peach blossom eyes, “I, I don’t dislike you at all. Since you’re my Dao companion, then come out and play with me! Staying on the bed all day, although comfortable, I’m already tired of it!”

Si Jing felt her eyelashes wet and tightened her grip on the little fish’s waist, “Then where does Zhao Zhao want to go?”

“The outside is very dangerous; I’m afraid the scenery from when we traveled across the Nine Provinces no longer exists.”

Not long after she woke up, she knew that their current location was no longer the harmless illusion she had set up for Chu Zhao.

Moreover… she was poisoned, and her current lifespan was less than a tenth of Chu Zhao’s.

“Let’s go to the Great Marsh!” Chu Zhao suggested, hugging her shoulder, “You mentioned it to me before—the one where the waves are red, and ugly dragons used to circle overhead.”

Immersion Sea?

Si Jing’s knuckles tightened, and after a long time, she slowly released them.

She didn’t know why Gui Ji had told the little fish about the existence of the Immersion Sea.

The demonic energy swirling in the Immersion Sea was entirely composed of the Xuanmen cultivators who had been annihilated a hundred years ago. Although their injustice was cleared, they still preserved their killing nature.

Not to mention, beneath the Immersion Sea lay the passage to the former Demon Palace.

The place where Jiang Yun had formed a bond with Gui Ji and then committed suicide before the poison took effect.

Chu Zhao looked up blankly at Si Jing’s shoulder. She noticed that the other person suddenly tightened her embrace, airtight, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“Alright,” Si Jing paused for a long time, then softly agreed, “We’ll go.”

“Only, Zhao Zhao must stay close to Yingzhi. Because Zhao Zhao promised to protect Yingzhi, didn’t you?”

She would not let Chu Zhao repeat the same mistakes.

Even if her soul essence was weak, she would use the remainder of her lifespan to protect her little fish.

Chu Zhao’s eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, playfully saying, “By then, the beautiful Dao companion can just follow behind A-Chu!”

The Immersion Sea was not far from Danyong City.

Chu Zhao and Si Jing flew on their swords to the vast, surging blood sea. Their ears were filled with all kinds of unpleasant and obscure demonic sounds.

Having never seen such a desolate and decaying sight, she instinctively took a step back.

But a section of a withered bone hand reached out from the blood sea, almost frantically trying to grab her clothes, a hoarse voice emanating from the deep pool.

“…Xian, Immortal Venerable.”

“Heng, Wu, Jun…”

Chu Zhao was a little scared. She squatted down, and the withered bone firmly grasped her hand.

There was no malice, but a chill instantly invaded her bones.

She listened closely and was actually able to understand what the withered bone was saying.

It was nothing more than praising her sword skills as exquisite and her character as bright and clear, but the tone was very ancient, actually fearing the ancient dragon race, which was already extinct.

“The clumsy dragons are no longer in the Nine Provinces! Bone, don’t be afraid.”

Chu Zhao quietly comforted it, and wanted to listen more closely, but a surge of bloody mist inexplicably appeared at her wrist, immediately shaking the withered bone away.

The Bone Demon screamed in pain a few times and sank into the blood water, disappearing without a trace.

She was completely embraced from behind, and a snow-white sleeve separated her from the filthy blood sea.

Si Jing spoke close to her ear, “Has Zhao Zhao seen the red Great Marsh? This place is dangerous, don’t separate from Yingzhi.”

Chu Zhao shook her head, a little anxious, “But the white bone just said she was in great pain… She’s not a demon, but after being illuminated by a merman’s lamp, she turned into her current appearance…”

“I want to help her clear her name!”

Si Jing’s brows furrowed, wanting to refuse.

But suddenly, the blood sea before them surged and parted into two halves. At the same time, Gui Ji’s weak and smiling voice came to her ears, “A-Jing, didn’t you say you would grant all of the little fish’s wishes?”

The Immersion Sea was enveloped in mist, and the white bones and withered souls disappeared, replaced by a solitary and cold Demon Palace.

“I deliberately used the demonic energy with which you constructed the illusion to recreate the scene from a hundred years ago.”

“How about it? Aren’t you going to let the little fish take a look?”

Chu Zhao stared blankly at the scene before her.

A path was forcibly opened in the magnificent blood sea, and the distant scene resembled a mirage.

Closer by, there were ordinary people with various faces, setting up stalls, hawking their wares, and making a living amidst the mundane atmosphere.

So, within the Red Great Marsh, there was actually a hidden village?

A delicate-looking woman carrying a woven bamboo basket noticed her. She stretched out a slender hand towards her and smiled softly, “Little girl, are you… a demon?”

“No? Then why are there red scales on your face?”

That hand was strangely similar to the withered white bone that had reached out from the blood sea just now.

Chu Zhao felt a dryness in her nose.

She opened her hazy, apricot-shaped eyes, pushed away Si Jing’s hand from her waist, and tried to walk towards the bustling marketplace.

By the time Si Jing hurriedly caught up, the blood sea behind them had closed.

The delicate-looking woman in the mirage seemed to be speaking to a phantom image that resembled Chu Zhao.

Chu Zhao, however, did not realize it.

This was because every word the woman spoke was similar to the past illusions.

First, she anxiously stated that this place was a dangerous blood sea, urging them to quickly escape. After realizing her efforts were useless, she forlornly inquired about the state of the villagers.

The delicate-looking woman smiled and replied, “This place is called Peach Village.”

“But, little fish, don’t go to the desolate mountain in the north. There are many powerful demons there.”

Chu Zhao exchanged a few more words with the woman and ran back to Si Jing, crestfallen, “Why doesn’t anyone believe me?”

A hundred years later, the woman had long become a unrecognizable withered bone, and Peach Village no longer existed, submerged in the blood water.

She wanted to save Peach Village, because she had never seen a village so kind to demons.

But… the desolate mountain? It sounded so familiar.

Chu Zhao anxiously tugged at Si Jing’s clothes, summoning her sword, “A-Chu wants to go to the desolate mountain.”

She could sense that the woman seemed unwilling to take her there, but when she repeatedly whispered the words “desolate mountain,” she inexplicably wavered.

Si Jing took her hand, curling it into her palm, and indulgently replied softly, “Good, we’ll go together.”

She was unsure what Gui Ji intended by bringing her and Chu Zhao here. She could only rely on the blood mist lingering on the little fish’s wrist to protect her from the invasion of malevolent energy.

But the desolate mountain was clearly the place Chu Zhao cherished most during her lifetime.

The place where the little fish, both anxious and expectant, had painstakingly set up a cave dwelling, intending to marry her.

How could she bear to deny Chu Zhao’s wish?

The passage of time within the mirage seemed different from the outside world. They only flew on their swords for a quarter of an hour in the dim mist, yet the sun had risen and set, and an unknown amount of time had passed.

Si Jing turned her head, her face pale, and coughed a few times.

A sweet, metallic taste spilled from her lips. She wiped it away behind Chu Zhao’s back, her body pausing for a long time, and then she suddenly let out a faint, silent laugh.

So… that’s how it is.

One day in the mirage was like years in the outside world.

Like an insatiable taotie, it was devouring her limited lifespan.

Did Gui Ji bring her here not only to make Zhao Zhao remember the past, but also to erase her?

Wanting to steal the little fish away from her side.

Yet, she was powerless to resist.

She could only imprint Chu Zhao’s image in her mind as much as possible while her lifespan slowly dwindled.

Si Jing tightened her grip on Chu Zhao’s hand until they reached the desolate mountain.

Chu Zhao jumped off the sword.

She looked around blankly, finding the scene oddly familiar.

She wasn’t afraid of the withered branches and dead leaves along the way, and even the gnarled old trees felt familiar. As if guided, she led Si Jing through the forest.

Until they reached the edge of a clear pool of water.

Chu Zhao squatted down and quietly examined the depths of the pool for a long time. In a trance, she seemed to see a lively scene of shrimp and crabs gathered, and red silk scattering with the ripples.

She was both surprised and delighted, hooking Si Jing’s hand, “There seems to be a demon’s bond ceremony going on underwater, shall we go take a look?”

There was no reply for a long time, only soft, intermittent breathing. Chu Zhao looked worriedly at her side.

But she only saw Si Jing, for some unknown reason, hiding her sleeve behind her back, her appearance normal, smiling indulgently at her, “Alright.”

The clean, snow-white sleeve was splattered with tiny spots of crimson.

Behind Chu Zhao, Si Jing covered her mouth with her sleeve and coughed silently, a sickly red flush on her pale cheeks.

After answering the girl, her vision blurred and plunged into darkness, showing signs of blindness.

How much time did she have left to stay by the little fish’s side?

Si Jing gently closed her eyes and trapped the figure in the crimson dress, who was trying to enter the water, in her embrace.

She softly persuaded and coaxed, “Zhao Zhao, do you know? After forming a bond, you must call your Dao companion by their intimate name.”

“Zhao Zhao, will you call me ‘Zhizhi’ from now on, too?”

Since their farewell on Verdant Peak, after the little fish vanished in her palm, she had never heard the name “Zhizhi” again.

Si Jing did not blame herself for the impending blindness. After falling into the demonic path, her eyes had already been eroded by demonic energy. The fact that she could see Chu Zhao’s appearance at this moment was entirely due to Gui Ji’s possession.

But a blind person is like someone drowning, desperately trying to grab a straw.

She was greedily trying to etch into her heart the coquettish way the little fish looked when she called her Zhizhi.

The warm, soft body instantly plunged into Si Jing’s embrace.

“Zhizhi?”

In the darkness, Si Jing saw the girl’s eyes, bright like a crimson sunset, holding her without reservation, innocent yet sincere.

“So, that’s how I’m supposed to address my beautiful Dao companion?”

“I remember now! When we get underwater, A-Chu will introduce my Dao companion, Zhizhi, to the demons.”

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