After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 83

A look of confusion appeared on Gui Ji’s face.

…Insubordination?

She lightly touched her lower lip, where there was a small tooth mark.

Because her five senses were faint, she didn’t feel any pain from being bitten by Jiang Yun; instead, a faint, lingering itch arose.

Gui Ji did not remember the woman with the charming fish tail before her.

But after the brief brush of their soft lips, the opponent’s warm blood stained her mouth, igniting a continuous, searing flame.

The woman was sweet.

Her blood was sweet, and so were her lips.

Jiang Yun looked at her, with her long eyelashes lowered, appearing lost in thought, and she curved her lips into a smile.

Her palm caressed Gui Ji’s cold, pale cheek. Her crimson lips pressed against Gui Ji’s ear, and she whispered softly, “A’Ji, you must have been so lonely, sinking in the Sea of Silent Immersion for so long, right?”

Gui Ji allowed the woman to lead her fingers, tracing a path down to the snowy skin, and then to her graceful, slender waist.

A warm breath grazed her ear, and she heard Jiang Yun’s娇柔 (delicate and tender) voice.

“Shall we… recall it together?”

Gui Ji’s lips were filled with softness and crimson. She instinctively wanted to get up, but the back of her head was gently held down.

A thin fog arose before her eyes, leaving only the small cinnabar mole on the other person’s collarbone, which diffused into an alluring existence.

She heard Jiang Yun’s muffled, suppressed cries, glimpsed the woman’s waist rippling like ocean waves, and felt the deep thrumming heart in the woman’s chest.

A heart that was joyously beating because of her, because of her every action.

Gui Ji longed for a heart.

She longed for… Jiang Yun’s eyelids were faintly red, her almond eyes clouded with passion, wet and unfocused, always looking at her.

Only looking at her.

In the following days, Jiang Yun lingered in the Sea of Silent Immersion.

Gui Ji heard the woman bickering with the ancient dragon, who was dispirited and furiously enraged in the clouds, “I’ve been skinny dipping in this sea for a thousand years, you dumb dragon. You were still in your shell back then and hadn’t even crawled out yet!”

“Fish dragons and ancient dragons cannot be together,” Jiang Yun said, putting her hands on her hips.

Then, could a fish dragon and a cold stone be together?

Gui Ji was hidden next to the reef where the woman was staying, concealed in the murky water, her gaze unable to leave the figure in the crimson skirt.

She knew she was merely a sword, a sword forged from cold stone.

However, she still found it hard to suppress a fanciful notion, imagining Jiang Yun holding her, traversing the clouds with unrestrained grace.

A section of a fish tail dipped into the sea of blood, wagging excitedly, until small crimson ripples appeared on the dead calm surface.

Jiang Yun scooped the cold sword into her arms, blinked, and smiled brightly, “So, do you want to leave the Sea of Silent Immersion with me?”

“I waited here for so long because I just wanted to take A’Ji to see the mortal world of fireworks and dust we once longed for.”

Gui Ji and Jiang Yun left the bleak sea of blood together.

The woman took her to the great marsh of Dongzhou, embraced her, and happily introduced her to another bright-yellow fish dragon, “A’Lang, this is my new cherished sword!”

Why was Jiang Yun… looking at and smiling at someone else?

Gui Ji curled up inside the sword, with her face lowered, her body trembling uncontrollably, causing the sword body to also hum softly.

So she wasn’t Jiang Yun’s only one.

But she only had Jiang Yun.

A sword, by nature, only recognizes one master.

Jiang Yun and Huai Lang chatted animatedly. It wasn’t until late at night that she held Gui Ji to sleep, and even threw a question at her that left her bewildered, asking her with a smile what “getting married” meant.

The small boat suddenly rocked violently a few times.

Gui Ji transformed into her human form and pressed the playful woman who had wickedly blown warm air onto the sword body, deliberately teasing her, beneath her.

Her eyes were tinged with crimson at the corners. She looked at Jiang Yun’s soft, pink lips, bent down, and kissed her.

Getting married, should mean… kissing all day. (成日親嘴 – ‘Cheng Ri Qin Zui’ – which phonetically resembles the words for ‘Getting Married’ – ‘Cheng Qin’ – in a playful pun.)

She didn’t want Jiang Yun to marry anyone else.

She couldn’t even stand it when the woman’s eyes fell upon anyone other than her.

“Don’t… let A’Lang hear…” Jiang Yun’s eyes were glistening with moisture, and she lightly bit her lip, swallowing her gasps.

But soon it became uncontrollable. She called out Gui Ji’s name softly and deliriously, one cry after another.

The woman, who was uninhibited and almost frivolous in the eyes of outsiders, melted into a pool of spring water under the gaze of the cold stone.

Gui Ji guided Jiang Yun’s hand to her own empty chest.

If she also had a heart, that would be wonderful.

Then she could taste what flavor Jiang Yun’s feelings for her truly held.

The next day, under Huai Lang’s hostile gaze, Gui Ji wrapped the entirely naked Jiang Yun in her robe and warily explained the meaning of “getting married.”

She didn’t understand why Huai Lang was looking at her like that.

She only saw the now-awake Jiang Yun, whose eyes were curved in a smile, containing a joyful shyness reserved only for her.

She whispered softly that they would also “get married” in the future.

Only with her.

In many nights that followed, Jiang Yun leaned into Gui Ji’s embrace and murmured softly, “A’Ji, I was just too lonely.”

“I guarded the Sea of Silent Immersion for so many, many years, I nearly thought… you were no longer there. A’Lang was kneaded from my own scales; I thought that way I could have a home.”

As she finished speaking, Jiang Yun suddenly pecked her cheek, “But, I found you.”

“You will always stay with me, right?”

A red sun gradually rose above the great marsh, casting a soft layer of light on the woman’s beautiful face, yet Gui Ji felt as if she was about to be scorched.

The cold stone, which had been silent for a long time in the bone-chilling sea of blood, was unexpectedly illuminated by the rosy glow, giving birth to the delusion of chasing the flowing clouds.

Jiang Yun and she traveled together through many corners of the Nine Provinces.

In Xizhou, they met a woman in a green robe, chased by a wine shop owner, who was submerged in a wine jar all day long.

The woman’s original form was a green bird. When she saw Jiang Yun, she became noisy, falsely claiming they were old acquaintances, and brazenly asking her to pay the wine bill.

Jiang Yun stroked the green bird’s ruffled feathers and smiled, “Alright.”

“In exchange, you must pluck one feather every day. I want to make a feather duster for my cherished sword.”

Su Xue let out a few unhappy squeaks. She was not a chicken!

But she quickly succumbed to the immense power of the countless spirit stones and endless sweet wine in Jiang Yun’s storage pouch.

Jiang Yun and she drank together, earnestly persuading her to learn a trade. She could teach sword skills, or if not that, divination. She could become a fortune-teller for a living, to avoid starving after leaving her.

Su Xue was a bird who liked to be lazy. Drunk and tipsy, she fantasized, “In the ‘number one sect in the world’ you establish, I want to be the nominal Sect Master!”

With ill intent, her moist eyes glanced at the quiet Gui Ji beside Jiang Yun, “And, hiccup… under my command, there must be a very powerful Senior Disciple Sister to manage things for me…”

Anything is possible in a dream.

The grand plan was half-envisioned when Su Xue closed her eyes and fell asleep.

“That won’t do,” Jiang Yun poked Su Xue’s soft, warm feathered body and smiled as she glanced at Gui Ji.

But in the next instant, her waist was seized, and icy cold lips instantly covered hers, pressing her into a dark corner of the wine shop.

“No,” Gui Ji’s eyelashes were lowered, “…I do not wish it.”

“I am your cherished sword.”

Jiang Yun could not abandon her. She belonged to Jiang Yun, and Jiang Yun should also exclusively belong to her.

But Gui Ji couldn’t control the bright and flamboyant woman.

In front of a stall selling storybooks, a woman with one leg crossed over the other awkwardly dodged rotten eggs thrown by people who had been swindled by her unfinished storybooks. Her voice was languid, “‘Ning Huai’s’ manuscript, what does it have to do with me, Huai Ning?”

Her detached demeanor angered a Xuan Xiu (cultivator), who drew his sword and immediately attacked.

The woman had a gentle appearance and didn’t manage to dodge, but she wasn’t cut to shreds; only a broken peach tree branch was sliced off.

The Xuan Xiu was greatly astonished, “A peach blossom demon? Corrupting people’s hearts with storybooks deserves execution!”

The woman, who called herself Huai Ning, had her chest rising and falling, seemingly restraining her anger, but ultimately she couldn’t hold back, “Can a peach tree planted in Buddhist lands be called a demon?”

Su Xue hid behind Jiang Yun, covering her mouth with her black-blue sleeve to stifle a laugh, “You got what you deserved today.”

Jiang Yun also lifted her lips and took a few steps forward.

With just a slight lift of her fingertip, the long swords attacking Huai Ning instantly hummed without cease, their force being neutralized in the blink of an eye.

She smiled radiantly, extending a hand to Huai Ning, “I’ve long admired the name ‘Ning Huai,’ it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting you to write storybooks for me?”

The surrounding ordinary onlookers immediately recognized Jiang Yun, gasping “Lord Hengwu,” and looked at the woman with a mix of longing and fear, retreating backward.

Huai Ning instantly rolled up her bedding and, just like Su Xue, clung to Jiang Yun.

She still called her an “old acquaintance,” smiling gently and primly.

When her gaze shifted to Su Xue’s face, however, she immediately rolled her eyes.

Jiang Yun treated Huai Ning’s injuries, and subtly, Huai Ning also became proficient in medical skills.

Su Xue took advantage of the situation and then acted smug, righteously claiming that she had “joined” Jiang Yun’s tutelage first, and Huai Ning should, by seniority, call her “Senior Sister.”

But that night, Huai Ning, who had transformed into her original form (a peach tree), hung her up with branches. Pi li pa la (the sound of whipping), the whipping left Su Xue’s eyes wet with tears and her cheeks strangely flushed.

She shyly urged, “…Junior Sister, more.”

Jiang Yun and Gui Ji stood side-by-side, watching this scene from afar.

Gui Ji couldn’t understand what Su Xue and Huai Ning were doing. She was just thinking that if the person being tied up was happy, then she also wanted to tie up Jiang Yun.

Using slender jade chains, binding her from her vulnerable neck all the way down to her soft fish tail.

Would this prevent Jiang Yun from being distracted and looking at others?

Gui Ji’s eyes were dark, unable to express her thoughts, she could only turn her head to look at Jiang Yun.

She discerned a hint of reminiscence in the woman’s eyes, which was soon covered by a vague, indistinct smile.

“If it could always be like this, that would be wonderful,” she heard Jiang Yun’s soft tone.

“Just like it was in the Buddhist Lands.”

At that time, there was neither evil nor goodness, all things were tranquil and at ease, just like the brief moment when a sprout emerges and grass dew forms.

In the clear lotus pond, there was one stone and one fish.

On the shore was a peach tree that shaded the sky, and a green bird rested on a slender branch.

“A’Ji.” Jiang Yun suddenly tugged at her sleeve corner, leaned her head on Gui Ji’s shoulder, her eyes shining.

“Do you also like the present, just like me?”

Gui Ji suddenly couldn’t speak.

Her ink-black eyes fell on Jiang Yun’s profile. The throat bone on her pale neck moved slightly, and she softly agreed, “…I like it.”

But Gui Ji did not long for anything in this world except Jiang Yun.

Lord Hengwu cherished the mortal world, and Gui Ji pursued the woman’s retreating figure. Her sole attachment in this life was that vibrant crimson.

Jiang Yun eventually found a beautiful mountain in Zhongzhou, where shallow flowers bloomed everywhere.

The view was entirely green, and the scenery was moving. She named it “Emerald Peak” (Yulü Feng).

Su Xue was lost in intoxicated fantasies of this place one day becoming the most prestigious sect in the world, while Huai Ning took root on the back mountain, tenderly and properly treating their injuries, and occasionally writing some storybooks for amusement.

Jiang Yun specially cleared out a quiet resting place for Gui Ji. Every night, she would whisper secrets with her, hiding under the quilts as usual.

Gui Ji liked it when Jiang Yun told her about things that had not remained in her memory.

It was as if they had known each other for a long time, and even… admired each other.

Her gaze seemed uncontrollably drawn to the woman’s face, and the words spoken next to her ear, unknowingly, grew distant.

At these times, Jiang Yun would always have alluring, silken eyes, smiling and tempting her, “A’Ji, staring at me like that, do you want to… do the joyous thing with me?”

Gui Ji was a woman of few words and was always out-talked by Jiang Yun.

So, she had to lead by example. She leaned down, gently used her teeth to pull apart the chaotic crimson dress ties, and peeled away the woman’s undergarments.

Jiang Yun, being silently stared at in her disarray, grew shy instead. She covered Gui Ji’s eyes, and her voice became delicate and soft again.

“There are only little fish eggs there, aren’t there? Don’t look… bad sword.”

But when the cold, stiff sword hilt slowly traced its path inward, she began to tremble uncontrollably, her almond eyes clouded with the wetness of passion.

She softly called out “A’Ji,” stroking Gui Ji’s sword body, closing her eyes, and barely enduring the swollen, aching sensation.

Reprimands like “insubordination” lost their weight, eventually all turning into enticing and beautiful sobs.

Gui Ji, conversely, felt like she was about to be melted by Jiang Yun’s extraordinary heat.

She thought that she was born to be insubordinate.

Gui Ji believed that time would continue on like this forever.

Plants would wither and flourish, the four seasons would cycle. Jiang Yun’s eyes would always only hold her.

But on that day, everything took a sharp turn for the worse after she witnessed Jiang Yun leading a thin, sallow-faced young girl up Emerald Peak.

“I’ve taken in a new junior sister for Su Xue and Huai Ning,” the woman said with a warm smile, gently coaxing the girl.

“Your name is Luo Yu, right?”

Gui Ji lowered her eyes, watching the girl tightly holding Jiang Yun’s hand, and glimpsed the girl’s startled but unconcealed look of hostility.

“She, she is a demon…!” Luo Yu retreated fearfully, her voice trembling.

“She is the demon who slaughtered my whole family, the one who left my mother and father unable to rest in peace…”

“Sister Jiang Yun, why did you take her in?”

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