After a Fake Death, the Emotionless Dao Senior Sister Became Obsessed - Chapter 86

…dissolved rapidly.

Si Jing’s eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes.

Her thoughts drifted, a grand dream coming to an end.

In the dream, the mountains gradually turned green, the gentle breeze was soft, and occasionally there were faint chirps of birds—the Cloud and Water Realm she cherished.

But as she sat up and looked down at her palm, it was empty.

There was no vibrant, soft streak of crimson; only blood flowed from her finger bones.

Si Jing knelt on the reef, letting the bone-chilling water of the Silent Sea soak and stain her clothes crimson.

Her eyes were hollow, her lips slightly parted.

At first, she silently called “Zhaozhao” over and over, wanting to hear the echo of the little fish’s crisp call to her.

Perhaps feeling hopeless, unable to touch that crimson-skirted figure again, after a long time, Si Jing merely stared at the shadow reflected in the sea of blood.

Two blurred words surfaced in her mind.

Gui Ji.

Gui Ji was gone.

The woman in black who had peeled her away from evil thoughts, who had single-handedly borne everything, and who had brought about her recovery and restoration of sight—Gui Ji—had completely vanished from this world.

Si Jing’s eyes were dry, almost numb.

She had lost the heart she had condensed in this life because of Chu Zhao, and she had also sent away her past self. Now, she was merely an empty shell.

A cold stone that had gained sentience because of the little fish, now unable to glimpse the gem-like warmth; an evil sword manipulated by fate, long forgotten by its master through countless cycles of reincarnation.

She had… lost all meaning for existing in the Nine Provinces.

Si Jing quietly lay down in the sea of blood, observing withered bones blooming into flowers, the cold, corrosive blood gradually submerging her pale face.

She thought that she had already kept the promise of this mortal world, sharing a period of warmth and affection with the little fish. Although brief, she had no regrets.

Just before her consciousness sank into a dull stupor, the dense blood mist of the Silent Sea receded, revealing a rosy-red sky.

A massive figure, as ethereal as a light breeze, holding a bright, clear pearl in its claws, with flowing filaments gently stroking and a glistening slender tail, swam towards the dark sea of blood.

It was a brilliant crimson Fish-Dragon, captivating enough to move heaven and earth and eclipse all other things.

“ZhiZhi!” Chu Zhao transformed into her original form, her voice muffled, yet the uplifted, playful lilt in her tone was still discernible.

“You’re here!”

Si Jing caught sight of a pair of clear, round eyes. Immediately, the beautiful Fish-Dragon lightly bit her hem, dragging her out of the chaotic sea of blood.

Chu Zhao placed her on her back, joyfully wagging her tail, breaking through the clouds and mist, swimming towards an unknown destination.

The seasons in the Nine Provinces are distinct. Now, unlike the late winter when they first met, the land had already plunged into a sincere autumn.

Si Jing saw Dan Yong City, the closest to the Silent Sea. The lotuses were still blooming, and new rows of endless pale pink peach trees had been planted.

Some people spotted Chu Zhao and Si Jing, excitedly pointing to the sky, “Look! It’s the Young Mistress of the Fish-Dragon clan, and City Lord Si Jing, who protected us from being massacred by the Xuan Demons!”

“As expected of the Nine Provinces’ foremost sword cultivator, she not only personally shattered Demon Lord Luo Yu’s demon core but also, single-handedly, cleansed the Silent Sea of nearly a thousand years of injustice.”

“I heard the City Lord was seriously injured and has been recuperating in the Silent Sea for the past few months, but she still looks like a celestial being!”

Chu Zhao disliked those people staring intently at Si Jing.

She had to use her dorsal fin to cover the woman’s body, angrily calling out, “No looking! ZhiZhi is my wife!”

She was taking Si Jing, who had just awakened from a long rest, to see the beautiful scenery, and she didn’t want anyone coveting her wife.

Suddenly, her back felt a little numb. The massive Fish-Dragon let out an ‘ooh’ sound and curled up her claws.

Her five senses were acute. The woman seemed to have leaned down and kissed all along her dorsal fin.

Si Jing didn’t speak. Chu Zhao nervously flicked her fin, thinking her wife was just being coquettish with her, so she didn’t take it to heart.

The next stop was the Northern Province, where mountains were dyed crimson with red leaves.

Kunlun Xu, which had ruled the Nine Provinces for hundreds of years, was actually a gathering place for Xuan Demons. After its sudden annihilation, small sects sprang up everywhere.

Chu Zhao found the uninhabited back mountain of a sect, blew a breath towards the pile of crisp leaves that had been swept up, and instantly, the red leaves spun and flew.

She was mesmerized by the beautiful scenery and didn’t forget to grab the prettiest leaf with her claw, quietly tucking it into the hair of Si Jing on her back.

This way, her bloodless wife would look vibrant!

The disciple responsible for rotating cleanup duty at the sect wearily opened her eyes, finding the scene before her had returned to how it was before she dozed off.

Despairingly rubbing her eyes, she was startled by the sudden approach of the crimson Fish-Dragon’s head, ” …Ooh!”

“What’s wrong?” Chu Zhao puffed up her cheeks. “Are you unconvinced?”

“I know your Sect Master; I’ve even seen her silly drooling look!”

The disciple only knew that the Sect Master’s name was Zhu Yin, an ancient dragon that had slept for over a thousand years, but she had never gone to pay respects, nor did she know the past between the elders.

She glanced sideways and saw a solitary, serene beauty seated on the back of the crimson Fish-Dragon.

Hearing them talk about Zhu Yin, the beauty surprisingly took out a dagger from her sleeve and carefully wiped it, a cold intent flashing in her eyes. “…”

The disciple immediately covered her mouth, “Mmmph!”

The young woman vowed to keep this secret and not report it to the Sect Master!

Chu Zhao carried the frosty woman and happily swam away.

The disciple shakily stood up, only to see a tall woman with slightly darker skin leaning against a tree behind her, arms crossed, intently gazing in her direction.

The golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly. She lowered her head and suddenly shattered a giant tree, as thick as several people’s embraces, beside her.

Red leaves covered her head, looking a bit comical, but she merely murmured gloomily, “A’Chu, A’Chu…”

The disciple realized that their sect’s master seemed a little silly.

What kind of strange and wonderful love triangle was this: an ancient dragon, a spoiled Fish-Dragon, and a cold sword immortal, all of whom were ancient beings who had lived multiple lifetimes longer than her?

Not even a gossip novel like ‘Ning Huai’ would dare to write such a thing.

Chu Zhao was unaware of anyone watching her from behind. She had already whisked away the woman, who was like a wisp of cold smoke, with her long, slender fish tail.

She swam to a clear body of water, only to see Si Jing carefully tucking the red leaf she gifted into her palm.

She cherished it greatly, seemingly afraid of breaking the leaf, and her eyes held a hint of fragility.

Chu Zhao didn’t understand why Si Jing hadn’t spoken to her since their reunion.

She couldn’t help but gloomily think that perhaps her Fish-Dragon appearance was too ugly, causing ZhiZhi to dislike it.

When they returned, she definitely had to transform into her human form and wear pretty dresses.

No, wait… her wife seemed to like her naked appearance; every time she looked down at her, she almost never blinked.

Then she wouldn’t wear clothes!

As she racked her brains, Chu Zhao had already carried Si Jing soaring above Yaoguang Marsh in the Eastern Province.

Yaoguang Marsh was untouched by the battle between the Xuan Demons, remaining tranquil and peaceful. The water surface was sprinkled with shattered gold, and many small fish fry had grown up from their naive stage, swimming beneath.

Huan Lang was nowhere to be seen, but Bei Yue was still busy as ever, stretching out her lotus-colored long tail, frequently curving it into the shape of a question mark, looking very serious.

Chu Zhao used the hazy mist for cover, flying lower to listen curiously, only catching fragmented words like “Zhaozhao” and “birthday.”

She quickly lost interest because she saw a streak of bright yellow approaching.

It was Huan Lang.

“A’Lang!” But just as she called out, her eyes were suddenly covered by the woman on her back, leaving only a faint snowy silhouette. “Mmm…?”

Si Jing spoke.

Her voice was very soft, though it was unclear whom she was speaking to. “Zhaozhao… you’re not allowed to look at other people.”

Chu Zhao nodded vigorously, feeling a bit shy, yet happy that the cold beauty on her back had finally spoken, “Okay!”

ZhiZhi was her Dao Companion, and she must satisfy all of her Dao Companion’s wishes; Si Jing herself had told her this.

Therefore, even with her eyes covered, she joyfully swam forward, keeping her eyes tightly shut.

However, she didn’t see that a vast, desolate marsh lay ahead.

Losing her sense of direction, just as she was about to fall into the water, a sudden chill struck the back of Chu Zhao’s neck.

Chu Zhao hurriedly opened her eyes, afraid Si Jing would choke on the water, but she realized that she had inexplicably turned into a small red fish, cupped tightly in a delicate palm.

She vaguely called “Wife,” wanting to push open Si Jing’s fingers, but she sensed the woman’s shoulder trembling.

Si Jing called her name repeatedly, her head lowered, gently pecking the little exposed head with her cool lips, her voice moist.

“Zhaozhao, don’t leave…”

“Don’t… abandon Ying Zhi.”

She would never abandon her!

Chu Zhao angrily thrashed her tail, still holding onto the glistening pearl-like jade, rubbing her belly against the curve of Si Jing’s palm.

She thought the woman must have been confused from sleeping too long during the time she was healing alone in the Silent Sea.

She had clearly received ZhiZhi’s heart—that pearl jade had told her everything—yet she was still doubting her now?

“Shall we go to Emerald Peak to see the snow, alright?” Si Jing murmured softly, as if speaking gently to the mirage cupped in her palm that was about to vanish.

“Zhaozhao… the snow you always wanted to see with me.”

Even if it was a dream, she hoped that the future of the cold stone and the little fish, once predicted by Luo Yu, would come true, one by one.

Chu Zhao was a little puzzled.

Since the demons in the Nine Provinces were eradicated and the realm returned to peace, Emerald Peak had become warm like spring, with no more accumulated snow.

Intending to give the woman a surprise, she didn’t expose the truth, only obediently sucked on the tip of the other’s cold finger, and sweetly replied, “Okay!”

Si Jing carried her on her sword, flying back to the Cloud and Water Realm from the Eastern Province marsh.

Standing at the foot of the mountain path, she remained silent for a long time.

The view was lush green, vastly different from the former scene of the mountains sealed by frost and snow.

Chu Zhao heard familiar sounds of laughter from young boys and girls. Outside her fingers, several figures in azure Daoist robes flashed by.

A certain girl, carrying large bags of fragrant delicacies smuggled from down the mountain, saw the woman in snow-white standing with her back to them on the mountain path and exclaimed, “Look! Doesn’t that sword cultivator look like Si Ying Zhi!”

“Oh, come on, don’t listen to Master’s nonsense. Just because she said she used to be acquainted with the Nine Provinces’ foremost sword cultivator, you actually believe her.”

Chu Zhao recognized them as a few clumsy disciples under the mischievous Master of the Cloud and Water Realm.

She poked her head out from Si Jing’s palm, defending the woman, “Rude, so rude!”

“This is the Senior Sister, the Great Senior Sister who is even more formidable than the Mischievous Master!”

Shen Susu gasped and immediately jumped away, “Zha-Zhaozhao-daren, why are you here…!”

She curiously looked up, following Si Jing’s tightly clasped hand upwards, and was captivated by the woman’s refined beauty, opening her mouth, speechless for a long time.

Si Jing silently gazed at the group of still-immature youngsters before her.

She slowly fluttered her long eyelashes, her gaze tracing over everyone, then silently lowered her eyes.

The corners of her eyes were scorched by the vibrant, lively spring air, spreading a light blush.

Chu Zhao never heard the woman speak a single word from beginning to end, only seeing her quietly leave.

As if struggling to escape a tempting illusion.

Behind her, Shen Susu proudly showed off, “What do you know? Experts rarely speak; villains die from talking too much.”

“But… if that sword cultivator just now was really Si Jing, it would be great if she could, could teach us!” Yuan Ling yearned.

The sixteen disciples of the Cloud and Water Realm had been resurrected, having lost their former memories, after Si Jing salvaged their souls in the Silent Sea and they were treated by Huai Ning.

Chu Zhao felt a little indignant on Si Jing’s behalf, pouting in frustration.

She wanted to take out the pearl jade in her arms and show the clumsy disciples the image of the woman diligently teaching them talisman techniques and swordsmanship.

But ultimately, she couldn’t bear to part with it.

It was a gift from ZhiZhi.

A gift meant only for her, a single fish.

Si Jing held the little fish and followed her memory back to her former sleeping quarters.

Immediately after entering, she locked the door behind her. She tenderly stroked the little fish’s soft scales in her palm, wanting to find a small water tank to prevent the fish from drying out.

But after preparing everything, Si Jing bent down, only to hear a thud from the bed.

A white mist gathered and dispersed before her eyes. In an instant, their foreheads touched.

Si Jing stared blankly at the pair of clear, round eyes, her lips lightly seized by a moist kiss.

The little fish transformed into a naked girl, like a dumpling dusted with snow, falling into her embrace.

A transparent jade stone was clutched against her chest.

Yet, as if unaware of how alluring she looked, the girl tilted her head, drew back, and looked at her in confusion.

Her eyes flickered with a golden sheen, “ZhiZhi, why is the gift you gave me… getting hot?”

The jade stone, polished smooth without a single edge, was the cold stone’s heart.

At this moment, because of Chu Zhao, it was rapidly melting.

Si Jing’s eyes darkened slightly, staring blankly at Chu Zhao’s appearance.

She dared not speak, fearing that if she did, the scene before her would vanish into thin air like an illusion.

At that moment, she would still be drowning in the dead, bone-chilling Silent Sea, with the blood water submerging her face.

Traveling with Zhaozhao through Dan Yong City, the Northern Province, Eastern Marsh, and even returning to Emerald Peak—all of it was just a final flash of life before death.

Seeing the woman remain silent, Chu Zhao angrily pounded the bed.

“It was the naughty Master who told me! I only found out your gift was buried under a peach tree on Emerald Peak.” Saying this, she shyly held up the scorching jade stone.

“Such a beautiful stone! But the peach tree said this is someone else’s heart and needs to be returned…” She took the woman’s hand and placed it against her own chest.

“Can I repay it with this one?” She tilted her head.

Si Jing pressed the back of Chu Zhao’s head, pushing the girl onto the bed.

Between her and the little fish was the heart that the cold stone had condensed from emotion, their bodies tightly pressed together.

Chu Zhao was kissed until she gasped for breath and turned her head away.

After silently catching her breath for a while, she seemed to hear the hot heart, which wasn’t hers, vaguely uttering its thoughts, reaching her ears.

” …Fake.”

“Zhaozhao being affectionate to me is fake. The Cloud and Water Realm is also fake.”

“Can even a stone delusionally wish for a beautiful dream to come true?”

After the soul-pact, their heart voices were naturally connected.

Infuriated, she bit the woman’s lip, and sweetly retorted, “Dummy ZhiZhi!”

“It’s real, A’Chu is a real little fish!”

Si Jing’s shoulder stiffened slightly.

She slowly pushed herself up, her lips crimson, her eyes shimmering, seeming on the verge of waking up from the dream.

Using the spring light floating in from the window, Si Jing examined the girl beneath her, who was dazed from the kiss, her round eyes wide, staring at her with a wronged expression.

“…”

Her thin lips lightly touched, unable to make any sound.

Zhaozhao.

Her… Zhaozhao.

Was this a dream created for her by Gui Ji, or was it the final pity from the Heavenly Dao?

Seeing Si Jing only hanging her head in a daze, Chu Zhao leaned in to sniff her.

She took the woman’s fingertips again, touching her own chest.

Si Jing’s lips felt warm.

Simultaneously, she heard the little fish’s hurried and shy inner voice.

“ZhiZhi is a dummy.”

“Why won’t you look at A’Chu…?”

“Dummy, dummy, dummy stone!”

“You don’t like A’Chu anymore! You don’t even like the look of me without clothes?”

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