81 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Reincarnated as the Malicious Senior Sister GL - Chapter 81 (1/2) Though they were not words of encouragement, when Fu Ling heard them, every syllable seemed to transform into the most melodious notes in the world. "I never bring burdens along when I go out,"—does this mean she didn't see me as a burden? It always feels fulfilling to stand alongside someone exceptional. Fu Ling, with her head bowed, felt the grievances and displeasures in her heart dissipate with Jiu Ying's brief words, a faint smile slowly appearing on her face. In the past, when she threw tantrums, Jiu Ying had said to her things much more pleasant, yet they moved her far less than the words just spoken. At this moment, she was unsure why she was so happy. Ultimately, Jiu Ying hadn't praised her; merely stating she wasn't a burden filled her with delight. How peculiar. In the first eighteen years of her life, she had never been so afraid of being disliked by someone. The ancient mythical beasts that had lain dormant for eons began to show signs of reemergence recently. This matter was, after all, a grave issue for the entire cultivation realm. Although worried, Xuan Xiu and Fu Yue understood the greater good and expressed their support. The day Jiu Ying and Fu Ling left the sect, they were escorted by them to the mountain gate, where they reluctantly halted, their eyes slightly tinged with red as they spoke. "Lingling, listen to your senior sister throughout the journey, alright?" Fu Yue spoke first. As Fu Ling's aunt, her affection surpassed that of outsiders. Reflecting on her niece's recent changes, she felt both gratified and content. Seeing Fu Yue in tears, Fu Ling's eyes also began to redden. After nodding, she took out a handkerchief to gently wipe her aunt's tears. Though she didn't respond verbally, her thoughtful actions made hearts warm even more. Xuan Xiu furrowed his brow, feeling sorrow as he remembered the untimely death of Fu Xi. "Your father once sacrificed himself for the greater good, exchanging his life for the peace of the world. When you venture out with Jiu Ying to subdue the beasts and quell the chaos, know that if he were aware, he would be proud of you." Fu Ling was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. It took her a moment to realize he was saying that she had inherited Fu Xi's legacy of justice. As the daughter of a hero, she couldn't avoid being compared to her father. If she wasn't mistaken, this was the first time someone told her— Her father would be proud of her. Beyond the praise, there was also expectation, Xuan Xiu's expectation, Fu Yue's expectation, and the expectation of the entire Green Bamboo Sect. The expectation on Fu Ling. Fu Ling was not confident within. She had never imagined that she could compare to her father one day. Confronted with Xuan Xiu's words of praise, she didn't know how to respond, so she looked towards Jiu Ying beside her for help. The four stood together, and the atmosphere was warm and comforting. Jiu Ying slightly turned her head, meeting a pair of round, lively eyes filled with panic, helplessness, and the timidity she most disliked. She understood that in the face of Xuan Xiu and Fu Yue's expectations, Fu Ling was retreating again. This wasn't what she wanted to see. The morning breeze blew, stirring the strands of hair on their shoulders. Jiu Ying pressed her lips together, her expression softening considerably. She raised a hand, gently stroking Fu Ling's hair, releasing her hand only after the wind had passed, softly saying— "The world is in chaos, and you might have to go through what your father did back then. Fu Ling, have a little more confidence in yourself. I believe you're no lesser than anyone else." Such assertive words, as if the young girl in the yellow dress before them was indeed a hero like Fu Xi. Fu Ling felt dazed—the mountain breeze was so refreshing, yet her heart was burning, as if a fire had started within, making even her breath warm. Unease, restlessness, and a hint of hidden, almost imperceptible joy—that's all she felt. She didn't understand this strange and complex feeling. It was merely an ordinary statement, but hearing it from Jiu Ying prompted such a peculiar reaction. All she knew was that at this moment, she didn't even dare to meet the cold and detached gaze of those icy eyes. After a brief farewell, Jiu Ying and Fu Ling had to leave. Since their last return to the sect, Fu Ling hadn't gone out again. After descending the mountain, they headed directly to Guyang Town, intending to buy some food and medicine. To their surprise, the bustling town was now deserted. Most shops were closed, and the only one still open was the largest spiritual medicine shop—the place where Jiu Ying and Fu Ling first met. The familiar location, familiar faces. Walking side by side, they soon arrived at the spiritual medicine shop. The illusionary stone once used to attract customers on the high platform was no longer there. The sparse items inside revealed a sense of desolation. Guyang Town was situated at the intersection of four major sects, particularly close to the largest sect, Xuanyuan Sect. It shouldn't have fallen into such a desolate state. Jiu Ying's brows furrowed slightly. After standing at the entrance for a moment, she led Fu Ling inside. The shopkeeper, a young assistant, was so frightened upon seeing them enter that he hid behind the counter, only climbing out tremulously once he was sure they weren't demon or devil kind. Unaware of what occurred, Fu Ling scanned the shop, noticing that not a single bottle of the various elixirs remained, as if the shop had been looted. Leaning against the counter, she looked down at the assistant hiding in the corner. "Shopkeeper, do you still have Spirit Revitalizing Pills, Nourishing Pills, and Snow Ginseng Pills?" The assistant stood up shakily, clinging to the table. "Miss, you must be joking. The shop was completely looted by demonic and devilish people yesterday. How could we still have those high-grade medicines?" In such a large spiritual medicine shop, even the most basic healing and protective medicines were missing, which was truly lamentable. Guyang Town is in a critical location. Usually, with the protection of the four sects, few dare to cause trouble here. Even Jiu Ying hadn't expected such a place to suffer from the havoc of demons and devils. The four sects and eight clans might be struggling to protect themselves. They sighed heavily, their expressions grave, and when they saw the assistant packing up to leave, they followed him out one after the other. The days in Green Bamboo Sect were peaceful and leisurely; they were unaware that the outside world had already descended into such chaos. Walking along the silent long street, Jiu Ying felt a faint sense of unease. Something struck her, causing her to suddenly halt and turn her gaze towards the deep mountains beyond the town, locking her eyebrows after only a glance. The demon dragon Ping Tian was once the king of the demon clan, and Fu Xi was undoubtedly the most hated figure among them for imprisoning him. As Fu Xi's daughter, Fu Ling would also likely be targeted by them. Recalling the demon fox that had once kidnapped Fu Ling, Jiu Ying knew that the demon clan understood that Fu Ling was the key to liberating the demon dragon. Yesterday, they looted Guyang Town but spared the nearby Green Bamboo Sect, not because they forgot about Fu Ling, but because— The biggest obstacle to them freeing the demon dragon wasn't Fu Ling, but the four sects and eight clans. Jiu Ying could foresee that if the four sects and eight clans fell, the next target would surely be the Green Bamboo Sect. The world was restless, and everyone had their own fears. Sensing her senior sister's concern, Fu Ling considerately stopped as well. She wanted to console her but didn't know how, so after opening her mouth, she ultimately said nothing, quietly taking out a black iron needle from her waist. The five ancient demons only had a wisp of remnant soul left, so their demonic aura was weak. The demon suppression stake would only react at a close distance. Fu Ling fiddled with the black needle for a while but received no response, leading to her disappointment. "Sister, where are we going now?" Jiu Ying pressed her lips together tightly, frowning as she looked at the unmoving demon suppression stake. "I think the stake will show us the way." Barely had she finished speaking when she injected a hint of spiritual energy into the black needle. In an instant, the stake that was lying quietly in Fu Ling's palm leapt into the air, its size growing severalfold. Jiu Ying quickly reacted, leaping up to stand on the stake and reaching out a hand to pull Fu Ling up alongside her. As soon as they stabilized, the stake shot forward in the direction of the north, its speed unmatched by any ordinary spiritual tool. Fu Ling stood behind Jiu Ying, engulfed by the powerful, icy gusts of air. Swaying unsteadily in the wind, she couldn't hold back and hugged Jiu Ying's waist. "Sister, it’s so fast!" Fu Ling had ridden high-grade spiritual tools before, but neither Elder Hui Ming's jade hook nor her aunt Fu Yue's Qian Kun whisk compared to the speed of the demon suppression stake beneath her. A gust of wind swept past, causing her heart to tighten, and she clung even tighter to the slender waist. Feeling the quiver from the person beside her, Jiu Ying adjusted her position slightly, shielding Fu Ling entirely behind her before explaining against the wind. "It’s fast because the ancient demon is moving." While the cultivation realm was vast and boundless, the distribution of spiritual energy varied across regions. Most cultivators are concentrated in the southwest region; the further one strays from there, the thinner the spiritual energy becomes. At the northern edge lies the Misty Forest, often referred to as the Abandoned Land of the cultivation world. This place is the fringe of the cultivation continent, where spiritual energy is nonexistent—not even scarce, simply absent. Jiu Ying allowed the demon suppression stake to fly for two days until finally, they saw the vast, lifeless forest stretching thousands of miles, confirming they had reached the legendary Abandoned Land—the Misty Forest. Coming from Green Bamboo Sect deep in the mountains, Fu Ling was generally fond of forests, yet the sight of the thick, pitch-black woods below sent a chill through her heart. Despite her not being highly skilled, she could sense the intense and overwhelming demonic aura emanating from deep within the forest. All five ancient demons had gathered here. While the Misty Forest lacked spiritual energy, even a trace of it would surely attract the attention of these ancient creatures. Jiu Ying wrapped an arm around Fu Ling's waist, bringing them safely to the ground. Without the support of spiritual energy, the demon suppression stake quickly reverted to its original size. The two stood side by side at the foreboding forest's edge, hesitating for a moment. "Sister, I'm... I'm a bit scared..." Facing the encounter with the ancient demons recorded in the texts, Fu Ling's fear was unavoidable. Even for Jiu Ying, the overwhelming demonic power induced a sense of urgency. Though only a remnant soul remained, their power was still formidable. More intriguingly, what secrets lay in this place deemed abandoned by the world, drawing all five newly-emerged ancient demons here? Misfortune and fortune are intertwined; it's both a trial and an opportunity. Heavenly cultivators differ from ordinary cultivators not only in their supreme talents but also in their innate heavenly fate. At certain levels, they can even converse with celestial orders, glimpsing past and future worldly affairs. Such individuals are most likely to encounter fortuitous events. Before them stretched an endless dark forest, and no one knew if stepping within meant certain peril. Jiu Ying's face was calm, her expression inscrutable. Despite knowing how exhausted Fu Ling was, having not rested for days, she held onto that cold, wind-chilled hand beside her. "Conceal your spiritual energy. They won't notice you, especially with me here." I'm here for you— No matter the peril, those words from Jiu Ying could always ease Fu Ling's restless heart. Upon hearing them, Fu Ling smiled, her expression brightening significantly. She nodded, turned her hand, and tightly grasped Jiu Ying's in return. Suppressing their presence, they entered the forest together. High above, two women in black observed everything. The woman on the left, with a bewitching fragrance, was none other than Gui Chen, the wicked yet stunning succubus of the demon clan. Beside her was a petite figure, masked with a golden half-moon, revealing a face as delicate and flawless as Gui Chen's. Though her eyes remained shut, her hidden starry gaze added intrigue. A while back, Gui Chen’s lover was ambushed by Xuanyuan Sect and killed. Her hatred for human cultivators peaked at that moment. Seeing the two cultivators below, she yearned to act even without knowing their identities. "Two human cultivators—I’ll kill them first!" Her companion slightly turned her head, maintaining focus on Jiu Ying and Fu Ling, despite shut eyes. "Why rush? The ancient demons have emerged; the four sects won't stand aside. Those two likely belong to Fuyang Sect. Let them fight the demons first. When both sides exhaust their energies, then we strike—it’ll be much easier." With reason prevailing, Gui Chen reconsidered her decision and relented. At that instant, her companion opened her eyes. Beneath the mask were striking, blood-red eyes, even more eerie with her naturally inherited magic senses. A mind as enigmatic as it was formidable. This must be the witch, Ming Yue, who released the ancient demons from the Spirit Mountain Cave according to Fang Yuanqing’s account. A witch born with limitless dark powers, stronger than the united forces of the demon clan's four stars. 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