63 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Rebirth as the Malevolent Senior Sister - Chapter 63 (1/2) Translated Excerpt: Fu Ling's cheeks were ashen, beads of cold sweat trickling down from her forehead. The once bright and clear eyes were now veiled with terror. Jiu Ying pursed her lips slightly, then gently took Fu Ling's hand, guiding her towards the ancestral hall. The Jiang family, with its vast estate and numerous members, was quiet. It was the dead of night, and the news of Jiang Xun’s demise had not yet spread, thus no servants were stirring within the manor. As the two passed through the courtyard, a chilling, eerie wind gusted forth, causing the leaves atop the walls to rustle noisily. The moonlight was brilliant, the silvery glow of the full moon settled above the Jiang residence, casting a swath of cool, gentle light. Allowing Jiu Ying to lead her forward, Fu Ling recalled the strange occurrences they encountered along the way, growing increasingly fearful of moving about. She exhaled softly, pressing closer to Jiu Ying’s side, her five fingers clutching Jiu Ying’s hand tightly, terrified of being abandoned. Just as fear gripped her, the surrounding energy began to ripple. Undoubtedly, that person had reappeared, trailing closely behind her. Terrified, Fu Ling dared not breathe. She lowered her head slightly, and in an accidental glance, discovered something even more horrifying— In the moonlight, her shadow had vanished halfway, as if something were blocking it. For practitioners, fear of ghosts and monsters was unfounded. Yet the crux of the matter was that at this moment, she was the only one aware of the creature's presence. The atmosphere grew even more terrifying. Fu Ling tightened her grip, tapping her index finger on the back of Jiu Ying’s hand. Fortunately, with their hands concealed by sleeves, the person lurking in the shadows did not notice her small gesture. Having been alerted, Jiu Ying remained composed, glancing at their hands before quickly noticing the solitary half shadow on the ground. It was evident that aside from her and Fu Ling, a third person was present. In the Jiang family ancestral hall, the life lamp enshrined before the ancestor’s tablet had extinguished. No matter how Jiang Huaide attempted, he couldn’t rekindle it. When Jiu Ying arrived with Fu Ling, Fang Qishan stood worriedly in the corner, sighing. After all, it was a private matter of the Jiang family, and being outsiders, they refrained from speaking. The three of them remained silently in tacit understanding until Jiang Huaide put away the life lamp, whereupon Jiu Ying stepped forward to comfort him. With Jiang Xun dead, the immediate priority was determining the cause of his death. Jiang Beiqing, eyes reddened with tears threatening to spill, appeared deeply saddened. As she spoke with Jiang Huaide, intermittently pausing through sobs, none of her previous daytime arrogance remained. Overnight, she had lost her grandfather, and her brother lay on the brink of death. Even Fu Ling couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for her. Jiang Xun’s secluded resting place was in the stone house, quite near the ancestral hall, nestled within the peach grove of the Jiang estate's side courtyard. Jiang Huaide, having long noticed Jiu Ying's exceptional abilities and knowledge, invited her to accompany them as they departed. This time, even Jiang Beiqing, who often regarded her as an adversary due to pride, did not object. Inside the stone chamber, everything was as usual. The group stood by the stone door, looking toward the interior. There, on a stone bed, sat a hunched, frail old man. Faced towards the stone wall with his back to everyone, entirely motionless, it was evident that he was the deceased Jiang Xun. Jiang Beiqing, still young, couldn’t suppress her emotions upon witnessing such a scene. She let out a soft cry before rushing forward. Jiang Madam, overwhelmed with grief, stood aside in silence, wiping away tears. Though Jiang Huaide was deeply saddened by the sight of his father's corpse, as the head of the family, he maintained composure. The walls adorned with jade made the stone chamber as bright as midday. Seeing Jiang Xun's face clearly, Jiang Beiqing suddenly let out a shrill scream, covering her mouth in fright and hiding in Jiang Madam's embrace. Jiu Ying sensed unease, following Jiang Huaide towards the stone bed. Jiang Xun’s hands were raised in mid-air, veins bulging on his arms. Beneath the pale skin lay a faint crimson hue, with streams of blood oozing outward, both mournful and horrifying. The scene was eerily familiar. Frowning, Jiu Ying instantly recognized that Jiang Xun had been drained of his spiritual energy and cultivation before death. Her gaze shifted upwards, fixing on Jiang Xun’s face, discovering his eyes wide open, filled with terror. Surely, he faced extreme fear before dying. What grudge did the perpetrator hold against the Jiang family? Though capable of directly killing Jiang Xun, they chose an oppressive method to torment him, denying him peace even in death. No wonder Jiang Beiqing reacted as she did. Seeing his father's dreadful death, Jiang Huaide could hardly bear it. Intending to close Jiang Xun’s eyes for peace, he was stopped by Jiu Ying. Others gradually gathered around, puzzled by her actions. Jiu Ying did not offer an explanation; instead, she softly asked Fu Ling, “Do you have the Jade Bone Hairpin on you?” Fu Ling paused before nodding, handing over the hairpin. The Jade Bone Hairpin, crafted from the tail bone of the mythical Vermilion Bird, was a top-grade protective spiritual artifact. Receiving the hairpin, Jiu Ying used its end to gently scrape Jiang Xun’s eyelids. As anticipated, the once pristine white hairpin turned pitch black. It appeared that Jiang Xun's face had been coated with poison long ago. Had Jiu Ying not intervened, Jiang Huaide might have succumbed by now. Even he felt a surge of fear upon looking at the blackened hairpin. And right then, Jiang Xun’s body, before everyone's eyes, dissolved into a pool of blood, flowing towards their feet. “Quick, move!” Jiu Ying reacted fastest, grabbing Fu Ling’s waist and swiftly flew out of the stone chamber. Jiang Madam, overwhelmed by consecutive shocks, fainted on the spot. Without a second thought, Jiang Huaide lifted her and leaped through the stone doorway. Jiang Beiqing seemed petrified with fear, standing frozen in place, but fortunately, Fang Qishan acted swiftly, pulling her out before the blood reached the ground. Seeing his daughter safe, Jiang Huaide finally uttered a chant to seal the stone chamber doors. The events that had just unfolded were truly terrifying. Had it not been for Jiu Ying, everyone might have perished within the stone chamber. Jiang Beiqing remained in a daze, slowly coming to her senses and calling out “Brother” before running off alone. Jiang Huaide looked at both his unconscious wife and his departing daughter, his eyes filled with worry. Now he realized that the intruder lurking in the Jiang family not only aimed to kill them all but treated them as mere playthings. By tonight's actions, he meant to convey to the Jiang family— In his eyes, they were nothing more than insignificant ants, to be disposed of like Jiang Xun whenever he wished. Fu Ling, though terrified, remained somewhat calm under Jiu Ying’s protection. “Will Miss Jiang... Will she be okay?” Jiu Ying frowned slightly, her eyes deep and unreadable. “I’ll go check on her.” No one could stay indifferent to such an incident in the Jiang family, and Fang Qishan didn’t hesitate, pursuing Jiang Beiqing. Jiang Madam, overwhelmed, needed rest, which Jiang Huaide ensured by staying beside her, unwilling to leave her side. Jiu Ying stood by the window, deep concern etched on her face. “Sister…” Fu Ling, unable to hide her worry, called softly. Jiu Ying, brought back to her senses, glanced at the young woman beside her, noticing a hint of conflict in her eyes. Before coming to the Jiang family, she had never imagined encountering such bizarre and dangerous events; otherwise, she would never have brought Fu Ling along. Thinking about Jiang Xun’s tragic death earlier, she sighed softly. After a moment of hesitation, she voiced her thoughts. “The Jiang family is too dangerous right now. Please, listen to me. Let me escort you back to the sect first, okay?” Fu Ling was stunned for a moment before understanding. After spending so much time together, she was familiar with Jiu Ying’s character and knew well that her senior sister would always protect her, prioritizing her safety above all else. She could also see that her senior sister had a kind and righteous heart, and faced with such an event in the Jiang family, her senior sister would not stand aside. If this had happened a few days ago, she might have agreed with her sister’s decision. But now, she was unwilling. Shaking her head, her expression turned serious, and when she spoke, her tone was sincere. “I don’t want to leave. I’m the only one in the Jiang family who knows of that person's existence. I want to stay and help my sister.” Ever since she first sensed the anomaly in the bamboo forest, Fu Ling had been in a constant state of fear. Jiu Ying had assumed she’d be eager to leave and never expected her to choose to remain for her sake, leaving her momentarily stunned. A strange sensation, unfamiliar yet stirring, spread through her heart. She pressed her lips together, her brow furrowed with concern. “Aren’t you afraid to stay?” Fu Ling responded with a smile, her eyes sparkling. She tilted her head slightly, her bright, clear gaze fixing on Jiu Ying, making her seem endearingly charming. “With you here, why should I be afraid?” “I know you’ll protect me.” What kind of trust could evoke such words? Jiu Ying opened her mouth, at a loss for words, hesitating as her right hand was gently grasped, playfully shaken. In the next instant, her little junior sister leaned in, half her body pressing close, and before she could react, the girl stood on tiptoe, bringing her lips to Jiu Ying’s ear, whispering softly. "The method for tracking spiritual energy, as teacher sister taught me earlier, is effective. Although spiritual energy and spirit breath are not identical, they are quite similar. I tried it just now, and I successfully traced the spiritual energy fluctuations to the person's trail. If I am not mistaken, that person is not in the Jiang family right now. If you have matters to discuss with Uncle Jiang, don't miss this opportunity." Jiu Ying's heart skipped a beat as she realized that the person had been in the stone chamber earlier. Or rather, everything happening within the Jiang family was under his surveillance. Fu Ling was right; only while that person was absent could they seize the moment to speak with Jiang Huaide. With this in mind, she wasted no time and knocked on the door behind her. Everyone in the world knew that the only way to conceal one's presence and spiritual breath was with the Golden Thread Concealment Garment. Since the person's arrival at the Jiang family, they had remained undetected, clearly having concealed both their body and spiritual presence. After some thought, Jiang Huaide shared his findings. "The Golden Thread Concealment Garment is in the possession of the Xuanming Sect. I’ve already sent people to investigate, and it hasn’t been lost; it's still held by Gao Tianlian. I can't fathom what method that person used to remain undetected for so long in the Jiang family." The Concealment Garment could hide both body and spiritual breath, blending one seamlessly with the environment, yet tonight Fu Ling’s shadow vanished without reason, prompting her to consider another possibility. "Have you ever heard of an item called 'Light Shadow'? It resembles a copper coin and can separate a person's body from their shadow. While the body remains still, the shadow can move freely, even over great distances." "Using it requires focused concentration, without any distractions. Jiang Xun was highly skilled in cultivation, unmatched by ordinary people. Unless ambushed by that person's shadow, he wouldn't have been killed so easily." Jiang Huaide trembled upon hearing this, soon recalling the infamous item Jiu Ying mentioned, known as the "Light Shadow Coin." "Light Shadow Coin? I've heard it was a sacred item of the demon race, lost after the demons were sealed away!" As his words fell, his eyes widened in terror. He’d forgotten that the seal on the Wu Hui Valley had begun to weaken, and many demons had already escaped. Jiu Ying sighed softly, taking a moment before speaking again. "Master Jiang, who exactly has the Jiang family offended?" Jiang Huaide faltered, stepping back repeatedly. Only after a long silence did he shake his head and divulged all he knew. Jiang Xun had a secret, one unknown to the entire Jiang family. Sixty years ago, at the age of eighteen, Jiang Xun, with all his youthful zeal, joined the Tian Gua Sect and cast a divination for the world. The mysteries of the heavens were beyond comprehension, and nobody could decipher the symbols of his divination. Only ten years later did he completely unravel the secret. No one knew what he saw in the divination. However, to this day, he paid the price for it with his life. "Divining for the heavens defies divine will. Deciphering such symbols naturally harms one's fate. Jiang Xun was too reckless." Excelling in occult arts, Jiang Xun must have been aware of these things. Yet, brimming with youthful arrogance and lacking reverence for the heavens, he undertook the task. Jiang Huaide nodded, a look of helplessness crossing his face before he spoke again, disclosing something even more surprising. "Beiqing's master was a fellow disciple of my father. I've heard from him that the divination pertained to the demon dragon, though its specifics remain a mystery known only to my father and no one else." Demon dragon? Jiu Ying's heart tightened, never imagining such an entanglement between the demon dragon and the Jiang family. Past events unfolded like a layered mist, growing increasingly obscure. Her astonishment was interrupted by Fu Ling’s voice whispering urgently in her ear, bringing her back to reality— "Teacher sister, that person has returned!" ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thanks to the little angels who cast overlord tickets or poured nutrient solutions for me from 2020-09-19 01:54:58 to 2020-10-08 02:28:28~ Thank you to the little angel who threw the landmine: Qing Qing 1; Thanks to the little angels who poured nutrient solutions: Must have echo 30 bottles; .__.29 bottles; Mian Mian, Tian Feng Qie Wan You 10 bottles; As long as HE37゛∝ 1 bottle; I am deeply grateful for your support, and I will continue to work hard!