72 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Rebirth of the Malevolent Senior Sister GL - Chapter 72 (1/2) Fu Ling had never felt something as peculiar as this before, as if someone lightly tickled her heart with a feather, making it both itch and tingle. Even after Jiu Ying withdrew her hand from Fu Ling’s waist, the warmth on her face hadn't completely faded. Her genuine invitation to have someone stay and live together was naturally hard to refuse. Though they slept in the same bed, their thoughts were miles apart. Fu Ling was still blushing over the earlier events, while Jiu Ying contemplated how to avenge Fu Ling for being shoved today. The senior sect disciples were proud and often bullied others under the guise of authority. He Yu Hen dared to secretly frame Fu Ling now, and there was a chance he might do something worse in the future, especially since his true target wasn't Fu Ling but Jiu Ying herself. Jiu Ying’s principle was simple: as long as people didn’t provoke her, she wouldn’t really care. However, He Yu Hen offending Fu Ling undoubtedly crossed her line. She was not going to let him off easily. In no time, it was the next day. Jiu Ying, accustomed to rising early, awoke to find Fu Ling still sound asleep, arms tightly wrapped around her waist, and legs entwined with her. There was no sign she was about to wake up. The usually lively and playful Fu Ling appeared so much calmer while asleep. Her eyes were shut tight, and as she breathed, her thick, curled eyelashes quivered slightly, radiating youthful innocence and purity. Jiu Ying’s playful mood arose, so she pinched Fu Ling's nose gently. Fu Ling, unable to breathe, subconsciously scrunched her face in annoyance and mumbled in discontent. Her skin was creamy and flawless, and her features were delicate, making her more endearing. Jiu Ying released her hold, her expression growing softer. Momentarily, she felt a sense of reluctance. Though intending to get up and dress, she ended up staying in bed, allowing the young girl to continue holding her. The forgetfulness poison reduced desires, making it so Fu Ling might never find her true love. However, that didn't mean nobody was willing to love her. This beautiful and charming young girl would be captivating no matter where she went. Gazing at the sleeping girl beside her, Jiu Ying couldn’t help but smile slightly, thinking— One day, someone will move Fu Ling’s heart with their love, breaking the three poisons on her. The wedding banquet lasted two days; yesterday was the bride's welcome, while today was the celebration. Si Yi Guang prepared music and dance performances for everyone, starting in the afternoon. As the morning drew on, only then did Jiu Ying and Fu Ling finish freshening up. When the two stepped out, they encountered Jiang Bei Qing, Lin Yu Miao, and others arriving. This courtyard was quite secluded, so unless someone was deliberately seeking them, nobody would find it. Jiu Ying nodded in greeting to the group and casually glanced to the side, spotting an unfamiliar face. Though she hadn’t seen him before, she inferred from his confident stance next to Lin Yu Miao and others that he must be someone of note. Most likely, this was Gao Tian Lian of the Xuan Ming Sect. "Miss Jiu Ying—" Lin Yu Miao was the first to speak. A steady and upright individual, he was highly esteemed by disciples from all four sects. Furthermore, having won the top place in the sect’s major competition this year, he earned even more respect. Now that they had gathered, he was naturally positioned at the center, exuding an undeniable aura of authority. Recalling his tragic demise in her previous life, Jiu Ying felt a twinge of guilt, softening her voice, "Young Master Lin—" Fu Ling quietly observed, unsure of their purpose for visiting so early. Noticing her confusion, Jiang Bei Qing took a step forward and gently pushed the unfamiliar young cultivator towards them, grinning, "Don’t worry, we’re not here to cause trouble. Gao Tian Lian wanted to spar with your senior sister but feared rejection, so he asked us to accompany him." It seemed he came to challenge Jiu Ying. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Gao Tian Lian hesitated before clasping his hands in sincere request, "It’s merely a friendly spar among fellow cultivators. Would the young lady be interested?" In the last major competition, Jiu Ying shone brilliantly, even defeating Jiang Bei Qing. As a devout cultivator, Gao Tian Lian had long wished to exchange moves with her, but never had the chance. Upon hearing that Jiu Ying was at the Si family estate, he sought his friends’ help to finally extend this visit personally. His earnest request almost swayed Jiu Ying, who paused briefly before calmly rejecting him, "I’m afraid I cannot accept your request, as I am still recovering from an injury, Mr. Gao." She revealed her right hand, slightly lifting the sleeve to expose her wrist. Surprisingly, its usually pristine skin was coated with a dark hue, resembling poison. "A few months back, my junior sister Fu Ling was captured by a demon fox into the Haunted Phoenix Altar. This fox poison was acquired then and hasn’t cleared up yet." Jiu Ying explained in a grave tone, and none present doubted her words. After all, they had all heard about Fu Ling’s abduction. Seeing this, they dared not press on. Though disappointed, Gao Tian Lian could only nod, "If you’re unwell, we won’t disturb your rest. Should you need any help, you’re welcome at the Xuan Ming Sect." Such a warm spirit. Hearing this, Jiu Ying’s expression softened, and seeing Gao Tian Lian turning to leave, she called out to stop him. “The purpose of sparring is to enhance one’s skill. While I cannot challenge you, Young Master Lin Yu Miao shares similar cultivation prowess with you, making him an excellent match. With everyone present today, Mr. Gao, if you don’t mind, perhaps you could spar with him instead.” At this, Lin Yu Miao and Gao Tian Lian exchanged glances. What Jiu Ying said was true; the two were of similar age and cultivation. However, Lin Yu Miao’s grounded nature allowed him to surpass Gao Tian Lian in the sect’s major competition. Clashes between capable fighters always captured the audience’s intrigue. Before either could respond, Jiang Bei Qing, bubbling with excitement, spoke up, “That’s a splendid idea; Fang Qi Shan hasn’t arrived yet. I’ll go fetch her so she can witness this, and then all of us sect disciples will be gathered!” With her plan to fetch them, the matter was settled. Unlike the tense, combative atmosphere of the sect’s major competition, this sparring session was set to be considerably more relaxed. Unable to resist, Lin Yu Miao unsheathed his Lingxu Sword, consenting to this friendly match. Gao Tian Lian had no objections and leapt gracefully into the courtyard’s open space. By the time Jiang Bei Qing returned with Fang Qi Shan, the challenge was on the verge of commencing. Already, a dozen onlookers had gathered. Jiu Ying led Fu Ling into the crowd, feeling her garment’s hem tugged lightly. She turned to find Fu Ling gazing up with concern, a flash of guilt passing through her innocent eyes. "Has senior sister's poison yet to be cured?" Even though time had passed, Fu Ling still felt guilty, as Jiu Ying had been poisoned while saving her. This naive girl had been deceived, too. Jiu Ying smiled softly without speaking, showing her wrist again, though this time devoid of any black mist. "What?" Confused, Fu Ling’s frown deepened. Observing her expression, Jiu Ying quietly clarified, “The fox poison has long been cured; I merely used it as an excuse to refuse Gao Tian Lian’s challenge. Agreeing would risk arrogance if I won, drawing jealousy, and ridicule if I lost, potentially giving petty people leverage. It’s simpler not to compete.” With a pure heart, Fu Ling never imagined a mere match could cause so much trouble. Now listening to Jiu Ying, she felt enlightened and simply nodded along. The two merged with the crowd just as Gao Tian Lian made his move. Being of wood spiritual roots, his initial strike sent wood elemental energy pulsating through the air, conjuring a green spear in mid-air—created entirely of spiritual energy. Only masters of the consummate realm could materialize like this. The onlookers were astounded, emitting a collective gasp. Jiu Ying, observing the spear, frowned slightly. While others marveled at Gao Tian Lian’s prowess, they didn’t notice the spear was riddled with fine gaps, a façade like a paper tiger. It seemed he hadn’t fully mastered the art of concentrating energy into substance yet. Though a spar, neither combatant held back, each strike laced with lethal intent. Under Lin Yu Miao’s advancing Lingxu Sword, the green spear disintegrated after only three exchanges, reverting to raw energy. Gao Tian Lian kept his composure, raising his hand to reclaim the dispersed energy and reform a new spear. Lin Yu Miao swiftly dismantled it again. Back and forth they went, evenly matched, heightening the tension. Jiu Ying had nearly discerned their techniques and could almost predict the spar’s outcome. As the sparring match neared its conclusion, Gao Tian Lian gathered all his spiritual energy to form ten spears, launching an attack on Lin Yu Miao from multiple directions. Despite the prowess of the Lingxu Sword, its wielder could still have vulnerabilities. In a brief lapse of concentration, a spear maneuvered behind Lin Yu Miao, aiming straight for his chest, and finally stopped just short of it. The winner was clear. This time, Gao Tian Lian had emerged victorious. The onlookers were momentarily stunned, taking a second to react. Even Gao Tian Lian himself hadn’t expected to defeat Lin Yu Miao this time. Win or lose, these were common occurrences among warriors, and considering their good relationship, Lin Yu Miao wasn’t upset with Gao Tian Lian’s victory. Instead, he sincerely praised him. “Brother Gao, your cultivation has improved significantly over the past few months.” Feeling slightly embarrassed, Gao Tian Lian’s face flushed a bit at the compliment. “Brother Lin, you flatter me; it was just a stroke of luck.” Their modesty and mutual respect only earned them more admiration from the others. The only one possibly feeling awkward was Jiang Bei Qing. Reflecting on how she had harbored resentment against Jiu Ying for such a long time after losing to her, she realized her own pettiness. For a moment, she couldn’t even bring herself to meet Jiu Ying’s gaze. Though the match had ended, the atmosphere remained lively. The gathered individuals, all elite disciples from the four sects, began analyzing the reasons behind Lin Yu Miao’s loss. Most speculated that it was due to his unfamiliarity with sword techniques, leading to mistakes that cost him the match. However, Jiu Ying held a completely different view. Though they hadn't actually fought, Lin Yu Miao had a sense that he couldn’t quite discern Jiu Ying’s cultivation level. Contemplating for a while, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and approached her with his question, “Does Miss Jiu Ying also believe I lost due to poor swordsmanship?” Jiu Ying shook her head at the question, a slight playfulness in her eyes, “Your expertise in swordsmanship, Young Master Lin, surpasses almost anyone. If even you were to be labeled ‘unskilled,’ I doubt anyone would dare claim mastery.” “As a sword cultivator, the key is to evoke the sword’s intent. Without lethal intent, how can one unleash its full potential? Your loss yesterday wasn’t due to lack of skill but rather, a lack of ruthlessness.” The mutual understanding among the sword cultivators present was unmistakable when it came to the concept of sword intent. Legends spoke of only the most exceptional sword cultivators being able to evoke the sword’s intent. Once achieved, they could kill with mere thought—the sword would execute these actions seamlessly. Lin Yu Miao, upon hearing this, furrowed his brows but felt an increasing clarity. Jiu Ying was right; he had never harbored true killing intent against any opponent. As a wielder of the sword with a compassionate heart, it was both fortunate and unfortunate. After a moment, he nodded with a smile, gratitude evident in his words, “I didn’t expect the young lady to have such insight into swordsmanship. I understand now.” Gao Tian Lian, standing nearby, couldn’t help but become more intrigued by the white-clad woman before him after overhearing their conversation. All the while, Fu Ling listened quietly. The exchange between Jiu Ying and Gao Tian Lian was too profound for her understanding, yet she maintained her focus, resembling an attentive child in class. Jiu Ying noticed her demeanor, a soft smile gracing her lips, “Do you understand what I’m talking about?” Fu Ling blushed slightly at the sound of her voice, surrounded by curious onlookers. She dared not answer hastily and, after some thought, shook her head honestly, smiling as she replied, “I may not understand, but I could tell that Brother Lin’s swordsmanship is impressive, and watching it was quite enjoyable.” This little girl had been viewing the spar as a performance all this time. Jiu Ying smiled warmly, her gaze growing ever tender. Lin Yu Miao, having heard Fu Ling’s innocent comment, let a small smile slip onto his face as well. He took a step forward, unexpectedly offering the Lingxu Sword to her, “Since you like it, would you like to learn a move or two?” Seeing the sword presented to her, Fu Ling’s smile slowly faded. Enjoying watching was one thing, but learning to wield it was another. Torn by indecision about taking the sword, she heard Jiu Ying’s voice in her ear again, “You should accept if Young Master Lin is offering to teach you.” Since it was a request from her senior sister, Fu Ling couldn’t refuse. Ultimately, she took the Lingxu Sword. Lin Yu Miao’s reputation as someone distant from women was well known among everyone present. Seeing him willingly offer to teach Fu Ling swordplay hinted at his feelings. If one holds no affection, there’s no reason to go to such lengths. Jiang Bei Qing, nearby and in high spirits, couldn’t resist commenting, “Even a blockhead can have a moment of enlightenment.” Fang Qi Shan, standing beside her, clearly heard her comment. Instead of watching Lin Yu Miao or Fu Ling, she glanced at Jiu Ying. Surprisingly, Jiu Ying didn’t show any displeasure. In fact, a faint smile lingered in her eyes. It appeared she wasn’t opposed to Lin Yu Miao’s display of affection towards Fu Ling. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Indeed, someone will win over Fu Ling with their love, and yes, that someone is you, her senior sister. 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