After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 85

The blood moon rose, and disaster spread across the world.

In the dark, bloody mist, Gui Ji, her robes soaked in blood, sat upright on a reef, gazing blankly in the direction of Zhongzhou.

The Demon Palace beneath the Silent Sea had reopened. Taocun resembled a graveyard, and even the falling peach blossoms were stained with a strange, eerie crimson.

Gui Ji had been waiting here for a long time, but she didn’t feel bored.

A few days ago, Jiang Yun said… she would come to the Silent Sea to marry her, in exchange for the peace of the Nine Provinces.

Gui Ji lowered her head, and the corners of her lips curled up little by little.

She knew, how could she be more important than the safety of the Nine Provinces?

She had already received the news in advance that Jiang Yun would lead the various Xuan Sects to come together, use sweet words to deceive her, and feign a contract with her.

Then, she would personally erase her and plunge her into the Silent Sea.

Gui Ji began to tremble all over, biting through her own lip to maintain brief clarity, but she still uncontrollably managed a satisfied smile.

She began to imagine Jiang Yun in a wedding dress, stepping into the Demon Palace, imagining the woman’s pitying yet hateful eyes.

She even wondered if Jiang Yun would call her “A’Ji” while shedding tears when she personally erased her?

She searched through her fantasies for all the evidence of Jiang Yun’s affection, desire, and reluctance towards her.

But in the end, it all amounted to nothing.

Gui Ji hugged herself. She felt cold and ridiculous. Born as a cold stone, she actually had a day when she felt desolate.

Only because she had briefly glimpsed the warmth of the sunset glow.

Jiang Yun still came, on the last day of the deadline.

Gui Ji sat alone in the depths of the bridal chamber she had arranged for Jiang Yun.

Separated by the cold veil, she glimpsed the woman in a wedding dress, her wrists bound by chains restraining demonic energy. She tilted her head slightly towards Gui Ji, her smile as bright as ever.

“A’Ji,” her words were soft and clear, “I’ve come to marry you.”

It was as if there were no rift between them, as if this moment was a continuation of the night they drank the wedding wine with crossed arms on the charming, verdant Yulu Peak.

Gui Ji, with reddened eyes, raised the cold wine and poured it onto Jiang Yun’s snow-white skin, stripped of her wedding dress.

Afraid the woman would escape, she simply condensed thick demonic energy into chains, leaving a frightful red mark on the woman’s wrists.

She leaned down, branding her own mark on Jiang Yun’s body, over and over, foolishly calling out “A’Jiang.”

Gui Ji wanted to see Jiang Yun’s appearance of losing control because of her, so that she could temporarily forget that she was merely an insignificant sword to the woman.

A fierce sword that coveted its master and had fallen into the demonic path.

The voice of the evil thought in her Sea of Consciousness had not appeared for a long time.

Gui Ji knew she had long since become the evil thought itself.

Jiang Yun allowed her to do as she wished. Even when her delicate skin was imprinted with the ravages of crimson, her legs turned into a trembling fish tail, and she couldn’t even let out a sob, she didn’t blame her in the slightest.

She only affectionately pressed her lips against Gui Ji’s cold, damp lips.

Like a little fish pecking at its beloved jade stone.

Gui Ji didn’t understand why.

She kissed with a force that was close to biting Jiang Yun’s lips, her eyes moist, yet her voice remained the detached coldness of an outsider.

“When will the Xuan Sects… come to the Silent Sea to launch their campaign?”

How much longer could she enjoy this fragile, bubble-like tenderness from Jiang Yun?

Jiang Yun’s fingertip touched her lips.

She smiled, took Gui Ji’s hand, and pressed it against her soft chest, “A’Ji, you listen.”

Gui Ji heard the faint heartbeat of a half-broken heart, no longer as vibrant as when she and Jiang Yun first met.

“If you can’t hear it,” Jiang Yun drew a dagger from her wedding sleeve and persuaded with a smile.

“Why don’t you personally carve it out and see if what I think in my heart is the same as yours?”

Gui Ji’s face was pale.

She avoided the woman’s intense gaze, her dark hair falling, and she resisted with a suppressed voice, “…No.”

The illusion and reality before her eyes overlapped, tempting her: if she turned Jiang Yun into a corpse, they could be eternally entangled.

But how… could she kill her master?

Jiang Yun, however, took her hand and slowly tightened her grip on the dagger, “I remember, A’Ji wanted a birthday gift like the one I gave Luo Yu?”

“Counting from the day I found you in the Silent Sea, today can be considered A’Ji’s birthday.”

The woman’s smile was soft, and her voice was as gentle as her expression.

“Then I’ll offer the remaining half of my heart to you, how about that?”

Gui Ji just shook her head frantically.

The cold stone’s wish was to have a complete heart.

But if the little fish was not in this world, she would have no more desire for mortal attachment, so what use was a heart?

She glimpsed that Jiang Yun still seemed to be smiling.

She saw the woman’s fingertip push aside her hair, wipe away the bloody tears she shed, and bestow a kiss.

There was no time to stop it. The person as vibrant as the morning glow suddenly bloomed with a crimson flower on her chest.

Their hearts were connected. The half-heart belonging to Jiang Yun in Gui Ji’s chest was also violently agitated as if stirred by a cold blade, causing unbearable pain.

It hurt so much.

Gui Ji looked on in a daze as Jiang Yun’s face rapidly turned pale, yet her lips, stained with Gui Ji’s bloody tears, became a deep crimson. She curved her eyes and smiled at her.

“A’Ji, did I never tell you?” The woman leaned close to her ear.

“Since escaping from the Buddhist land, I’ve never wanted to be a Celestial Venerable who rescues ordinary people from suffering.”

The little fish’s only wish was to rewrite the cold stone’s fate.

To fill the empty chest of the cold stone, and to find a true heart for the cold stone.

Even if now, she came to serve as Gui Ji’s heart.

Offering herself, she was willing.

All the heat drained from Gui Ji’s body.

She heard the faint beat of that half-heart from Jiang Yun, and saw countless fragmented memories of her and the little fish.

“I want to make the beautiful stone happy, and go with me to the mortal world, to see all the dawn and moonrises!”

“If she has no heart, I’ll be her heart, isn’t that good?”

In the eternal day of the Buddhist land, the cold stone slept with her eyes quietly closed, while the little fish secretly pecked at the corner of her lips, her gills shyly fluttering.

…

“A’Ji fell into the demonic path because she shielded me from the demonic energy after the Ancient Dragon’s demise. Was the entanglement between us wrong from the very beginning?”

“But I still don’t regret marrying and forming a bond with A’Ji.”

“She is rightfully my only Dao Companion.”

In the remote, desolate mountain cave dwelling of Taocun, Jiang Yun poured the wedding wine, smiled, and turned around to face the blood-red eyes of the woman controlled by the evil thought.

…

“A’Ji, A’Ji.”

“I don’t want the long sword anymore. You change back to the cold stone, and we can spend the rest of our lives together in the Silent Sea, okay?”

In the chilling Demon Palace, Jiang Yun pressed the cold long sword against her cheek, her tears a confused and helpless blur, wetting the blade.

After this, the Jiao-Dragon, who should have been swimming freely in the mortal world, shattered the mermaid lamp, confined herself to the sea of blood, and stubbornly awaited the cold stone’s reincarnation.

She finally salvaged a sword, carved like jade, from the chaotic bloody water.

— “This life must be the most wonderful life belonging to me and A’Ji.”

Jiang Yun wandered the mortal world for a long time, maturing into a profoundly experienced Jiao-Dragon, no longer the ignorant girl of the past, yet still filled with yearning.

“I want to make A’Ji understand joy, sorrow, sourness, and sweetness, and make her fall in love with this mortal world of smoke and fire.”

“I want to give her half of my heart.”

But why did fate constantly tear them apart again and again?

Gui Ji pressed her face against Jiang Yun’s chest, where blood gushed, but she could no longer hear any sound.

The cold stone had gained a complete, warmly beating heart, but had lost the precious little fish, the first to bring her warmth.

She came from nothing, and in going back, she also lost her only home.

Gui Ji embraced Jiang Yun, dressed in the wedding attire, and stepped out of the Demon Palace, her bloody tears already dry.

Outside the Silent Sea, there was only a thin, cold wind, and the rogue cultivators who had spontaneously gathered to bid Jiang Yun farewell.

Jiang Yun had been deceiving her all along. She hadn’t used herself as bait to summon the Xuan Sects and attempt to erase her.

Instead, she had instructed those Xuan Sect members who still retained their sanity to clear her name, saying that Gui Ji was never an evil sword.

—The current Demon Lord was someone else.

Gui Ji’s vision was blurred and crimson. She met a pair of striking, black-and-white eyes that inspired fear.

Luo Yu held the mermaid lamp, mingled in the center of the crowd, her innocent face illuminated, her smile warm and gentle.

Her gaze greedily fixed upon Jiang Yun’s lifeless body in Gui Ji’s arms.

Suddenly, she forcefully clenched and crushed the mermaid lamp in her arms.

No blood flowed from her palm, only black demonic energy slowly seeped out.

And in an instant, where the fragments of the mermaid lamp scattered, the cultivators cried out in panic, all turning into terrifying demons.

The demons born from resentment in the Silent Sea, however, transformed into immortal cultivators in pristine, light-blue robes, exuding an elegant aura.

They respectfully addressed Luo Yu as “Celestial Venerable,” while mockingly calling Jiang Yun, the former Lord Hengwu who had slain numerous demons, “Demon Lord.”

Luo Yu walked towards Gui Ji step by step.

“A’Ji,” she tilted her head, smiling purely, “When we first met, I resented you for slaughtering my entire family…”

“That was a lie.”

“Including now, everything, everything was done by my own hands. Because the Holy Buddhist Land of the West calls me… a naturally born evil seed.”

“However,” Luo Yu raised her hand, intending to gently touch Jiang Yun’s face in Gui Ji’s arms, her tone regretful, “A cold stone is inherently lifeless, to form a contract with the world’s unique, most beautiful Jiao-Dragon… is too ridiculous.”

“Give Jiang Yun back to me, and I will cleanse your demonic body, return you to the Lotus Pond, and let you become a clear, transparent jade stone, how about that?”

A flash of sharp, cold, cyan sword light swept past, filled with killing intent, narrowly brushing Luo Yu’s fingertips, causing her to instinctively recoil.

Su Xue stood poised on the tip of her sword, her appearance cold and murderous; behind her, Huai Ning’s eyes held a complex emotion.

Thick clouds churned in the sky, with flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder.

Zhu Yin’s enormous figure flickered in and out of sight, its dragon claws tense, roaring angrily at Luo Yu, “—!”

“Only Jiang Yun would not despise me for being a naturally born bad seed,” Luo Yu smiled faintly.

But after a moment, her gaze turned sinister as it fell upon Gui Ji’s face, “It’s just a pity that Jiang Yun would even blame me for the sake of a cold stone, a mere sword?”

“If I were no longer an ordinary person with miscellaneous spiritual roots, but the one who controlled both the Demon and Xuan realms, if I replaced Jiang Yun and became the Celestial Venerable…”

“Would she then look at me more?”

Gui Ji lowered her face, her figure as thin as paper.

At this moment, she had only one thought.

Kill Luo Yu.

But within the area enveloped by the mermaid lamp fragments, the activation of cultivation was stagnant, like being trapped in a swamp.

She couldn’t contend with Luo Yu, yet Luo Yu intended to take Jiang Yun from her arms.

She even approached step by step, slowly and with keen interest, as if observing a struggling, dying prey.

Zhu Yin suddenly roared, its dragon breath shaking the flying stones, and it snatched Jiang Yun’s remains, flying high.

But it was struck by the ghost-like Luo Yu, and blood gushed out.

Those golden vertical pupils still stared intently at Gui Ji.

— “Hurry and escape.”

— “I will guard Jiang Yun’s remnant soul for you.”

Su Xue’s clothes flapped as she struggled to hold back Luo Yu, and Huai Ning transformed into her original form, using peach tree branches to bind Luo Yu’s steps.

Just as they had in the Buddhist land, secretly protecting the cold stone who silently adored the little fish and fetching her robes.

“Senior Sister?” Luo Yu sneered, “I know you all view me as a piece of trash with miscellaneous spiritual roots and have never sincerely treated me.”

“Then, from now on.” She gripped Su Xue’s pale face, which was drained due to severe damage to her vital energy.

“I want you and Huai Ning to be perpetually confined to Yulu Peak, just like me, to taste the feeling of cultivation regressing and being reduced to a useless person.”

“Yun Shui Jian? It will never be the number one sect in the world again.”

Gui Ji was sent away by Su Xue’s use of spiritual power, only glimpsing the mortal world with blood flowing like a sea, exactly like the Saha Hell described in the Buddhist scriptures.

She saw Taocun slaughtered, the beautiful scenery that Jiang Yun loved and cherished, now worse than purgatory.

She saw the ever-spring Yulu Peak, where the vegetation withered, entangled by a night of wind and snow, exceptionally dead and silent.

Gui Ji was utterly lost, giving rise to the idea of self-destruction.

If there had been no evil stone in the Buddhist Lotus Pond from the beginning, the little fish would not have been caught in the hopeless cycle of reincarnation that only she should have endured, nor would she have met Luo Yu.

But the little red fish’s delicate voice always echoed in her ears.

Begging her, asking her to look at her, pleading for her companionship, so that she would no longer be the only Jiao-Dragon in the world, bearing loneliness and desolation by herself.

The little fish loved her pristine side, so she only needed to peel away her pure and good self and destroy her ugly side—that would be enough.

Gui Ji shattered her soul into two halves.

One half was as clean as new snow, the pure form she had been in when she first focused on the little fish in the pond, where her heart’s tide secretly swelled.

She remembered Jiang Yun’s final wish.

To be the娇憨 (sweet and naive) little red fish in her palm, to ask her to be her bride, and to live out the rest of her life in an ordinary and smooth manner.

She lowered her eyes and smiled, softly murmuring, “…Alright.”

The cold stone was inherently evil, yet she could never bear to deny the little fish any wish.

Gui Ji self-destructed and plunged into the Silent Sea. Just before her form and soul were annihilated, she lifted her lips and smiled.

She inscribed a few simple strokes on the newly condensed body.

—Go to the mortal world of smoke and fire that the little fish yearns for, in my stead.

There, peach trees grow all over the desolate mountains, and the pond water is clear to the bottom.

A little red fish flips its tail with excitement, her voice delicate and sweet, saying she wants to win the most beautiful person in the world to be her wife.

And the cold stone remains silent, lurking in the dilapidated mountain gate covered with snow year-round, quietly waiting for her empty chest to be filled with the bright crimson.

That day, the edge of the sky was tinged with a crimson sunset glow, and the cold, desolate Yulu Peak seemed to be covered with clusters of vermilion tassels.

Si Jing scooped up a handful of water, and the soft little red fish flipped onto its belly, gently rubbing against her finger bones.

Cooing and playfully calling her: “Wife, wife!”

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