After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 79

Chu Zhao did not raise her head to look at Si Jing’s expression at the moment.

Curiosity made her impatiently tug at the woman’s sleeve, urging her to enter the water together, “Hurry, hurry, if we’re late, we won’t see the bride.”

Thinking of something, she specially conjured a bubble for Si Jing, instructing her to use it if she couldn’t breathe underwater.

She then felt the woman’s forehead, finding it was not very hot, and let out a sigh of relief, “This is good!”

She had promised to protect Si Jing.

The moment they entered the water, her ears were filled with the sound of bubbles and water.

Chu Zhao turned to look for Si Jing’s figure, but suddenly felt her lips covered by a soft touch.

In the gentle water ripples, a pale cheek was close at hand.

She gazed blankly at Si Jing’s long lashes, which were wet from the water, unable to speak, and felt her waist grow weak because of the softness grinding on her lips.

The water sounds were muffled and noisy. The woman opened her eyes, her ink-jade pupils wet by the water, lucid yet submissive.

She seemed to want to gaze affectionately at her, but her look was somewhat vacant.

Chu Zhao saw Si Jing’s shallow lips gently touch, silently calling her “Zhao Zhao.”

She instinctively felt that the woman’s call was different from any before.

Like a siren who had lost her beautiful voice and could only open her lips to sing in vain, entwining her tightly.

But she and Si Jing had only just formed a bond, and they were supposed to travel all over the Nine Provinces together.

Why… did Si Jing look as if she was terrified of being abandoned by her at this moment?

Chu Zhao couldn’t understand, so she simply decided the woman was uncomfortable after entering the water.

She moved closer, taking the other person’s lips, trying her best to pass over a breath.

Fortunately, they were nearly at the submerged cave dwelling at the bottom of the pool.

When the sounds of the water receded from her ears, Chu Zhao supported Si Jing’s shoulders and drew back, her cheeks flushed red.

Looking up, the swaying water ripples hung overhead, like a secluded glass sea.

“You, why didn’t you use the bubble and suddenly kissed me?” Chu Zhao asked in a small voice, “Were you out of breath?”

Si Jing gathered her into her arms, her long lashes lowered, “Because, more than a bubble, I prefer to entrust my safety to Zhao Zhao.”

Chu Zhao was speechless. Although she was in the woman’s icy-jade embrace, she felt she was about to be boiled, her earlobes burning intensely.

“Of course,” she murmured, “You are A-Chu’s Dao Companion, that’s how it should be!”

An inexplicable sensation sprouted like a branch in her heart, tightening in circles, making her chest pound with confusion.

She hated being restrained, yet at this moment, she wanted Si Jing to rely on her a little more.

Shaking her head, Chu Zhao tossed the confusing thoughts out of her mind.

Biting her lip, she looked around. The red silk cloth under their feet stretched far into the distance. Small fish and shrimp were playing clumsy music, marching in line toward the depths of the cave dwelling.

Chu Zhao was taken by Si Jing’s hand.

The other person’s voice was as gentle and pleasant as usual. She did not take a step, allowing Chu Zhao to lead, “Zhao Zhao, would you take me there?”

She quietly nodded.

Her face was still hot. Wanting to escape the woman who made her flustered, Chu Zhao slipped her hand out of the woman’s grasp and went a few steps away to catch a small crab, hoping it would guide them.

But this time, the water rippled, and her hand merely passed through the crab’s phantom.

“Wait up! We also came to attend the wedding ceremony.” Chu Zhao was anxious and annoyed, rushing toward the inner area.

But after only a few steps, a faint mist of blood appeared on her wrist, making her unable to pursue further.

Footsteps came from behind. Si Jing’s pace was very slow. She fumbled to touch Chu Zhao’s wrist and drew her into her arms, “…Zhao Zhao.”

The other person’s body was cold, like a quickly melting snow.

Chu Zhao looked back in confusion, only to see Si Jing’s peach blossom eyes deep as ink, looking in her direction, seemingly somewhat unfocused.

The woman coughed ceaselessly, her cheeks flushed, and she forced a smile at Chu Zhao, “Zhao Zhao ran too far, Yingzhi nearly couldn’t find you.”

But she had only walked a few steps.

Chu Zhao lowered her head, feeling a little guilty, and gripped Si Jing’s hand, thinking that she must take good care of her frail wife from now on.

Holding Si Jing’s hand, they walked along the scarlet silk cloth on the floor toward the depths. Along the way, no monsters blocked them.

All the small fish and shrimp treated them as if they were invisible, keeping orderly watch in front of a tightly closed door, whispering and chirping.

“Why does the Lord want to marry a stone?”

“The Lord eliminated the ferocious Ancient Dragon Clan for Peach Village; he deserves better!”

“Pish, you silly shrimp, the stone is a beauty whose appearance rivals an immortal, she is most compatible with the Lord!”

“But…” A monster huddled up in fear, “That stone beauty’s eyes turn red. Before, Ah Zhi just spoke a few words to the Lord, and the next day, he never woke up again.”

Stone beauty?

Chu Zhao’s heart thumped. Taking advantage of the monsters’ inattention, she led Si Jing around and pushed open the tightly closed door.

Behind the concealment of pearl and jade curtains, a beautiful couple sat facing each other.

One was delicate and bright, the other was composed and dignified, each wearing a wedding dress. The wine in the cups for the nuptial toast shimmered with a scorching light.

Chu Zhao retreated a few steps in confusion.

She didn’t understand why the stone beauty in the cave dwelling looked exactly like Si Jing.

And the other person, dressed in scarlet robes and smiling brightly, was a spitting image of her.

She and Si Jing had clearly never gotten married on a desolate mountain.

“Zhao Zhao, what’s wrong?” The person behind her spoke softly, catching her in an embrace.

The door behind them had already closed. Chu Zhao desperately wanted to describe what she saw, but heard the woman who looked exactly like her speak.

“A-Ji, now that the Ancient Dragon Clan is vanquished, after we form our bond, shall we go to Central Province?” Her tone was full of expectation.

“…” The cold and aloof woman kept her gaze lowered, speaking little on her wedding day, giving no reply.

“I’ve thought it all out. Now that the Spirit Vein is open, and it’s spring when Central Province is in full bloom, we can then live in seclusion in the mountain forests and never interfere with the mortal world again, how about that?”

The woman who looked like her was like a soft, brilliant morning glow, smiling brightly even when pouring the wine.

Chu Zhao stared blankly.

She saw the one called “A-Ji,” while the pretty woman had her back turned, actually draw a dagger from her sleeve.

The reflection of the snow-light stung her eyes. Chu Zhao didn’t think twice and urgently lunged forward, “Bad woman, what are you doing?”

The nuptial ritual shouldn’t be like this.

Shouldn’t Dao Companions be warm and considerate?

But the scene before her was nothing more than a mirage, a cloudy illusion.

The cold woman hid the dagger. She interlocked arms with the person who turned to greet her, and they drank the nuptial wine.

Then, as the other person sat unguarded in her arms and kissed her lips, fueled by the wine’s intoxication, she plunged the dagger into the woman’s chest.

“Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun…” She finally opened her lips, a crimson color emerging in her eyes. She placed the hand splattered with fresh blood to her mouth, delicately drinking it.

“Why should we go to Central Province?”

“Right here, tonight, you will completely belong to A-Ji.”

Chu Zhao felt as if a large hole had been gouged out of her own chest.

She retreated, lost and bewildered, wanting to escape this place where the candlelight was no longer soft, and the atmosphere felt like ghostly shadows.

Yet, as she raised her head, her gaze met the woman in the mirage, who was like a mesmerizing ghost.

Gui Ji lowered herself and smiled tragically at her, “Zhao Zhao, do you want this too?”

“But why… have you forgotten all the memories between you and me?”

The woman hooked her lapel. A chilling aura flowed along her pale fingertips and poured into her chest.

Instantly, the erased memories resurfaced, and thousands of fragmented images flooded her mind.

Chu Zhao saw herself leaving the desolate mountain, and for the sake of supposed “repaying a kindness,” she found the cold and indifferent woman on a jade bed;

She saw herself trying every means to please and pester Si Jing in the small jade-porcelain jar, demanding to marry her, only to have a cold, short blade pierce through her chest, with even the desolate mountain she cherished becoming implicated;

She saw that after she lost her memory, Si Jing changed her name to “Jing Si,” desperately trying to win her back, kidnapping her from Kunlun Void, weaving a flawless illusion, and coaxing her into forming a bond.

…All the way up to the present.

Since she had already used a dagger to gouge out her demon core, why did she keep saying she couldn’t live without her, fooling her utterly?

Chu Zhao pressed her chest blankly, her mind dizzy and her heart aching, overwhelmed by the rush of past memories.

She clearly still wanted to travel the Nine Provinces with Si Jing.

She wanted to spend the rest of her long days with the cold yet considerate woman.

Even if she briefly lost her freedom, even if she became a small fish perpetually staying in Si Jing’s palm, she was willing.

But why did she lie to her?

Si Jing embraced her from behind.

The usually indifferent person’s voice held a hint of apprehension, “…Zhao Zhao, why don’t you answer Yingzhi?”

“Did you see something frightening?” She forced her tone to remain soft, “Yingzhi will take Zhao Zhao away. Let’s return to our dwelling by sword, alright?”

Her vision had long since plunged into darkness, and the sounds in her ears were muddled.

Since falling into the water, her five senses were gone. She could only barely feel the temperature from Chu Zhao’s palm.

Her heartbeat was faint. What Chu Zhao saw and heard, she could no longer see or hear.

The warmth in her arms did not respond.

And the hands Si Jing had wrapped around the girl’s waist were being pried open little by little.

“You are a demonic cultivator.” In the chaos, she heard Chu Zhao’s voice lose its naivety, laced with damp mist, “Since you have fallen into the demonic path, why come and pester me?”

“I hate demonic cultivators… I don’t want to form a bond with one.”

Si Jing’s body stiffened slightly.

The chest that had just warmed because of Chu Zhao was now spreading with a thin frost. The faint throbbing was crushed into dust, little by little.

She suspected she had misheard, but reaching out to embrace, she only grasped the corner of Chu Zhao’s clothes.

She couldn’t even see the appearance of the little fish at this moment.

“Zhao Zhao.” Si Jing’s eyes were vacant, calling out in vain, “…Zhao Zhao?”

The last trace of Chu Zhao remaining in her palm was also pulled away.

She didn’t understand why this was happening.

Hadn’t the little fish admitted to being her Dao Companion?

Not long ago, she had shyly called her “Zhi Zhi,” and cutely stood on her tiptoes to check her temperature, saying she wanted to introduce her to others.

She merely wanted to remain in Chu Zhao’s heart for a little longer, long enough that if she vanished from the Nine Provinces one day, Chu Zhao would still remember her.

Was she too greedy, pestering the little fish, causing the little fish to be annoyed?

So annoyed that she immediately drew a clear line with her, even… insisting on severing their marriage bond.

Si Jing coughed up crimson blood, her finger bones pale and weak, fumbling to catch Chu Zhao’s clothes, “…Zhao Zhao, don’t go.”

She knew she was merely a cold stone, and trying to tether a free-spirited little fish was like a fool’s dream.

Her hand only grasped the empty, cold wind.

The mirage collapsed, revealing the original appearance of the Submerged Sea, leaving only a cold, bloody aura.

Chu Zhao had long since left. The joy she brought upon arrival, like a delusion, was gone, taking away the very heartbeat that supported her frail body.

Si Jing rested her head on a protruding reef in the Submerged Sea, closing her unfocused eyes.

She remembered she hadn’t given the little fish the bond-forming gift she had prepared.

Before setting off for the Submerged Sea, Si Jing knew she couldn’t accompany Chu Zhao for much longer.

After the little fish fell asleep soundly beside her, she used the moonlight to cut out her own failing heart.

Even with a body of flesh and blood, the cold stone’s heart, though it existed, was cold.

If she polished it into a warm and brilliant pearl, would Zhao Zhao like it?

Would she… remember her?

It was a pity she could no longer return to Danyong City and hand the gift to the little fish personally.

The rushing sound of the blood sea was deafeningly noisy, but it gradually faded into silence in her ears.

Si Jing’s consciousness sank into desolation.

Past memories dragged her down, eventually landing in a warm pool of water.

A rapidly fading female figure condensed in the blood sea.

Gui Ji sat by the reef, and with a weightless hand, stroked Si Jing’s tightly shut eyes.

Coaxing softly, “A-Jing, sleep now.”

From now on, it would be a perfect dream.

The little fish… would also receive the pearl meant for her.

She had arranged everything, including all the scenes in the Submerged Sea mirage.

The rapidly flowing time in the mirage was consuming Gui Ji’s lifespan, not Si Jing’s.

Gui Ji wanted Chu Zhao to remember everything, and also wanted Si Jing to stop deceiving herself, covering up the past, and obsessively constructing a false dream for the little fish.

Even at the cost of being feared and forgotten by Zhao Zhao.

And even replacing Si Jing, to completely vanish from this world.

She was originally the shadowy half-soul split from the cold stone. Let her bear all the darkness and evil deeds of the past.

Holding the three lifetimes of memories with Jiang Yun, how could she not know that the only way to resolve the current situation was to erase herself while making Chu Zhao remember the past?

Gui Ji leaned against Si Jing, her form breaking into pieces.

Reading the woman’s thoughts for the last time, she raised her lips.

Si Jing… was actually dreaming of her first encounter with Jiang Yun?

She still remembered that the Buddhist land was always in perpetual daylight, yet on that day, the edge of the sky was tinged with pink-crimson glow.

There were so many carp in the lotus pond, yet only a crimson, jeweled little fish swam over.

Its round eyes were moist, pecking at the cold edges of the stone, its voice delicate and spoiled.

“Cold stone, why do you always stare at me?”

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