75 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Rebirth as the Vicious Senior Sister: Day and Night in Girl's Love - Chapter 75 In recent days, Fu Ling had grown significantly. Not only did Jiu Ying teach her cultivation, but she also guided Fu Ling in problem-solving. Moved at heart, Fu Ling’s gaze quietly lifted, quickly glancing at the woman in front of her clad in 䲾 clothing, before she spoke again, “Whether you helped or not, Senior Sister did it all for Ling Ling’s sake. Ling Ling wouldn’t blame you for this, so why should you feel guilty?” “Moreover, since it was a spar, how could others intervene? Although He Yu Chen mocked me during the contest in every possible way, it was ultimately his face that he lost. If you had helped me then, wouldn’t we have been the ones in the wrong now?” Truly, after a mere few days of separation, she was someone to be looked at with new eyes. The once arrogant and overbearing little overlord of Qingzhu Sect had begun to speak reason. Jiu Ying was momentarily taken aback by these words, but soon after, she couldn’t help but smile gently, the worry in her gaze gradually dissipating. She nodded and no longer dwelled on the matter. Turning her gaze, she focused on the girl’s red and swollen wrist. “Does it still hurt?” The wrist bone had already been set, and apart from a bit of swelling, the pain had mostly subsided. Fu Ling looked at her own hand, her eyes still red, yet she obediently replied, “It doesn’t hurt.” While they spoke, Fang Qi Shan returned with medicine in hand. Barely had she approached when her face displayed worry as she spoke. “Someone from Lingjian Sect came by again just now, saying He Yu Chen has been vomiting blood continuously since returning, and Doctor Jiang has gone with them.” He Yu Chen was seriously injured. Jiu Ying’s strike had nearly broken the ribs at his chest, so it was no wonder Lingjian Sect kept coming for him. Hearing this, Fu Ling guessed he was gravely hurt and couldn’t help but look back at Jiu Ying, her tone filled with concern. “Senior Sister, will something happen to He Yu Chen?” Being the personally taught disciple of Lingjian Sect's Sect Master, Xun Fang, He Yu Chen held a significant position in the sect, a fact Jiu Ying was well aware of. She shook her head, her expression remaining calm, clearly unbothered. “Although I was angry he hurt you, I controlled my strength. That strike only shattered his protective aura and sealed his meridians without endangering his life.” Only after hearing this did the two let out a sigh of relief. Due to her injured hand, Fu Ling didn’t attend the afternoon's engagement banquet. For some reason, memories of the small charming snake and those gray bean-like pupils back at the old courtyard surfaced in her mind. By tradition, all members of the Si family were expected to attend the engagement feast. Fu Ling’s mind quickly devised a perfect plan. She looked up with a sweet and innocent smile gracing her lips. Jiu Ying could immediately tell she had a favor to ask. “Speak, what is it?” “Senior Sister, can you accompany me somewhere?” Although she didn’t explicitly state it, Jiu Ying already guessed where Fu Ling intended to go. At heart, Fu Ling was good, pure, and naive. When confronted with injustice, she tended to react with more indignation than most. Someone like her wouldn’t turn a blind eye to seeing a child of seven or eight endure such dreadful torment. As Jiu Ying suspected, before long, Fu Ling had led her to a remote, dilapidated courtyard. Far from the main hall, this courtyard was overgrown with weeds, yet upon closer inspection, a small concealed path could be discerned in the tangled mess, likely trodden by someone. It was probable that the small charming snake was kept in this place. The surroundings were silent, devoid of any spiritual energy fluctuations. Jiu Ying gradually approached the courtyard, facing a decaying, dust-covered old house. The door wasn’t locked, merely ajar. As the wind blew, it swung open. Fu Ling was still a little afraid, half her body shielded behind Jiu Ying, clutching Jiu Ying’s clothes tightly with her left hand. Since being abducted by the demon fox, this was her first close encounter with a yokai. With every step they took forward, the sound of footsteps grew clearer. Inside, someone seemed to sense their approach, growing increasingly agitated and uneasy. As Fu Ling drew nearer, she recognized the rustle of a tail dragging across the ground. It was just a charming snake, and an immature one at that, virtually harmless. Jiu Ying remained calm and poised, proceeding into the house step by step. Perhaps it detected the unfamiliar scent, the small charming snake reacted instinctively, spurting poison toward the entrance. Before Fu Ling could react, she was swept into an embrace, and in a swift motion from Jiu Ying, they dodged the attack and entered the house. She and the small charming snake had met once before. Now, as they faced each other again, both were momentarily stunned. Though she had narrowly escaped the venom’s harm, Fu Ling bore no resentment. She gazed at the half-human, half-snake little girl on the ground, feeling inexplicably pained. “You—” “Are you hungry?” In such a situation, this was her question. Charming snakes typically transform into human forms upon maturity, yet this one had clearly been given medicine to preempt the process. The small charming snake understood human speech but was unable to speak in return. It opened its mouth, but no sound emerged, withdrawing its tail upon sensing the two human cultivators meant no harm. “Would you like to eat something?” Fu Ling, seeing its silence, asked again. Still no response, the little snake retreated warily. Tilting its head, it eyed the girl in front of it. After a long moment, it pointed to its belly and nodded lightly. Only then did Fu Ling take out the pastries she had brought along, laying them on the ground one by one. Clearly, the small charming snake hadn’t eaten in days, as it consumed all the pastries in no time. As a race, charming snakes naturally possess unparalleled beauty. Even as a young, immature snake, transformation into human form left it more appealing than any ordinary child. The longer Fu Ling looked, the more pitiful she found it. Turning her head, she glanced at Jiu Ying, who hadn’t spoken a word, her eyes filled with a clear request— She wanted to save it. Jiu Ying pressed her lips together, remaining silent. Not until the two had returned to their courtyard did she finally provide an answer. “Do you wish to bring it back to the sect, or do you just want to release it? Charming snakes have little demonic power. If you set it free from the Si family, it might not even survive outside. If you take it back to the sect, you'll need a way to explain it to the Sect Master and others. Righteous cultivators have always despised demonkind, refusing to associate with yokai. In this, the Sect Master and Master might not indulge you.” As Senior Sister, Jiu Ying had to consider far more than Fu Ling. Charming snakes were destined to be captive and imprisoned. If it was only to satisfy a fleeting moment of self-righteousness and then leave it be, she might as well let it remain in the Si family, where at least it had shelter. Fu Ling blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. She thought, perhaps it didn’t matter what others thought; having just one person willing to support her in saving the little charming snake was enough. “Senior Sister, what about you? Do you, like Uncle Xuanxiu and Aunt, also dislike those yokai?” Jiu Ying was taken aback by this question. After a moment, she shook her head, “If that were the case, I wouldn’t have accompanied you to meet the charming snake today.” Conflicts between human cultivators and the demon and monster races had reached an irreconcilable state centuries ago. Having lived two lifetimes, Jiu Ying had encountered countless true villains, both among so-called righteous cultivators and malicious demons. Right and wrong, who could truly differentiate? To her, yokai and humans were no different. Hearing this answer, the corners of Fu Ling’s mouth involuntarily curved upwards. She understood that as long as Jiu Ying didn’t oppose, taking the charming snake back to the sect meant no one could challenge her decision. In any case, Senior Sister would always protect her. She stepped closer, intentionally closing the distance between herself and Jiu Ying, then gently curled her uninjured left hand around Jiu Ying’s arm, shaking it like a spoiled child. “Senior Sister, can we bring it back to the sect, please? I’ll find a way to persuade Uncle Xuanxiu. If... if they still won’t listen, can we secretly take care of it?” The sweet and pleasant voice of the girl echoed beside her ear, each word tinged with thick anticipation. Jiu Ying parted her lips, her expression wavering slightly. As she turned her head, she was met with Fu Ling’s luminous, sparkling eyes. Such beautiful eyes, seeming to speak, asking why she hadn’t agreed yet. Jiu Ying sighed softly, ultimately unable to refuse her request and agreed. Time flew by, and before long, their last night at the Si family had arrived. Much like the wedding feast, the third son’s birthday banquet remained lavish and ostentatious. Han Yan and Si Qi had not appeared since the first night of the wedding feast. Accompanying Si Yi Guang at each banquet was always the second wife. Si Yi Guang seemed intent on using this to show the guests how much he favored his two younger sons, and how much he loathed his eldest, who couldn’t cultivate. As it was family business, outsiders chose not to discuss it openly, resorting instead to private gossip. On the morning of the second day of the birthday banquet, before the break of dawn, the door to Fu Ling’s room was knocked on with urgency. The knocking was rapid and insistent, as if something significant had happened. Jiu Ying, a light sleeper, quickly awakened. As she got up to answer the door, Fu Ling on the bed also opened her eyes. The two sisters, Senior and Junior, approached the door one after the other. Once the door was opened, they were surprised to see Fang Qi Shan. She, who usually exuded a gentle and elegant demeanor akin to jade, now appeared with slightly disheveled hair and a deeply worried expression, clearly having encountered some trouble. Even before Jiu Ying could ask, Fang Qi Shan took the initiative to recount her ordeal from the previous night. With just one sentence, the gravity of the situation became evident. "The Dragonheart Herb has been stolen—" Although Fu Ling was still present as an outsider, Fang Qi Shan was evidently too agitated to care about that detail now. She had gone to sleep early the night before, yet sensed someone intruding into her room during her slumber. Unfortunately, before she could resist, the intruder drugged her into unconsciousness. What happened afterward she had no knowledge of, until she awoke to find herself in the Si family’s ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is the most important place for a family, especially for a large clan like the Si family. Si Yi Guang ruled with an iron fist. After becoming head of the family, he ordered that no women were allowed in the ancestral hall, fearing it would disrupt the balance of yin and yang and affect the family’s fortune. Hearing this, Jiu Ying suspected the matter was more complex. If Fang Qi Shan had merely been taken to the ancestral hall, her character wouldn’t allow her to be so panicked; something more severe must have transpired. Indeed, after finishing her tale, Fang Qi Shan’s face was overtaken by unease. It wasn't until Jiu Ying pressed further that she frowned deeply, responding quietly. “Not only that, but the golden silk cover used to protect the family genealogy in the Si ancestral hall was also destroyed, and as for the genealogy itself— it’s already been burned to ashes.” ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Thank you to the lovely readers who cast power stones or watered my nutrient solution from 2020-10-23 12:19:18 to 2020-10-24 21:39:15~ Special thanks to the sweet readers who gave a landmine: Han Xu, Manjushahua, one each; Heartfelt thanks to the sweet reader who gave a bottle of nutrient solution: Han Xu; I am genuinely grateful for your support, and I will continue to work hard!