83 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Reborn as the Malicious Senior Sister GL - Chapter Eighty-Three (1/2) Inside the cave, Jiu Ying was losing consciousness, her body succumbing to the demonic poison. Outside the cave, Fu Ling stood in a standoff with two demonic women. The area within a hundred miles was enveloped in a false illusion created by Fu Ling. Even Gui Chen and Yue Juan, whose cultivation had reached the pinnacle, could not discern the deception. A golden dragon circled above the three, its breath dispelling every trace of demon and devil qi from the misty forest below. Gui Chen hesitated to approach, wary of the golden dragon's formidable power. After several moments of indecision, she finally drew her weapon—a crimson-gold barbed whip. As a level four succubus of the demon clan, she had never encountered anyone in the cultivation world who dared to speak to her with such contempt. In a swift movement, she appeared before Fu Ling. "So arrogant. Let me see what you can do!" The air was thick with murderous intent, so intense that even the dragon's potent aura couldn't obscure it. Seeing Gui Chen brandish her weapon, Fu Ling understood that her opponent intended to kill her. A dragon spirit could only bind to one person in a lifetime; if its master died, it could never serve another. Despite the succubus being only a step away, Fu Ling showed no hint of fear. Instead, she moved her lips slightly, forming a cold, mocking smile. "What can I do? Killing you would count, wouldn't it?" As her words fell, five spears on her back launched toward the succubus. Five spears, each a different color. Gold represented metal qi, green for wood qi, blue for water qi, red for fire qi, and black for earth qi. These five energies, though in opposition and synergy with one another, held immense power. Gui Chen's whip hadn't even fully unfurled when a golden spear aimed straight for her heart, intending to take her life with one strike! She swung her whip, the hooked tip deftly flipping the golden spear aside, but the force of the collision forced her to take several steps back. In front of them, the golden spear and the whip clashed continually, while the blue, green, red, and black spears circled around Fu Ling, seeming both to protect her and mock Gui Chen. Gui Chen's expression shifted. The whip's hook moved again, transforming into sharp spikes that pierced into the golden spear, attempting to drain its spirit energy for her own use. Fu Ling, anticipating her intent, smirked with derision. "You think you're worthy of absorbing the spear's spirit energy?" Gui Chen's face changed dramatically, a furious expression taking over. Such provocation was an insult she couldn't endure, as it sullied her reputation as a succubus. Her lips tightened with a simmering rage, a flush rising to her alluring face, and in the next instant, her eyes turned an eerie red. As a succubus, her greatest weapon was her charm magic. Regardless of gender, anyone subjected to it would fall under her control in under three seconds, and thereafter obey her commands unquestioningly. She gazed at Fu Ling, her crimson eyes filled with an overpowering allure. As she expected, Fu Ling's gaze gradually became unfocused, as if she had lost consciousness to her enchantment. Just as Fu Ling was about to fall, Gui Chen smiled with satisfaction, mentally counting down the seconds—three, two, one. She never anticipated four more spears, which had remained still, suddenly flew towards her. Had she not reacted swiftly, she would have lost her life then and there. Gui Chen was struck with fear, her eyes dark with indignation. She couldn't comprehend how Fu Ling could still move despite seemingly having succumbed to her charm spell. Withdrawing her whip, Fu Ling met her gaze with an arrogant smile. "Your charm spell doesn’t seem very impressive." It became clear that Fu Ling had never been ensnared by the charm. She had merely been toying with Gui Chen. Furious, Gui Chen launched another attack on Fu Ling. Yet no matter what techniques she used, Fu Ling effortlessly parried them all. To think that a practitioner at the pinnacle of her cultivation would be rendered defenseless by spears of condensed spirit energy was simply unbelievable. As Gui Chen neared defeat, the golden dragon let out a resounding roar. The five spears merged into one, attempting to impale her in one fatal strike. A surge of intense demonic energy suddenly rose from all around, blocking this deadly blow. With just one strike, the demonic energy dispersed entirely. Gui Chen took it all in, her pupils contracting instantly. Had Yue Juan not intervened, she would likely have been pierced through by the spear! For weapons formed of spirit energy to possess such power, the caster needed not only profound cultivation but also exquisite control over the energy. Beside them, Yue Juan, who had been silent all this time, finally opened her eyes, her four crimson pupils reflecting sunlight with an even more eerie glow. She looked at Fu Ling, her eyes full of shock. "You're a Heavenly Cultivator!" Even Yue Juan, the strongest of the demon clan's demonic women, was filled with astonishment and dread. She couldn't believe that the Fu Yang Sect had sent two such powerful experts to subdue the Five Demons—a rare and mighty dragon spirit, and a Heavenly Cultivator— A Heavenly Cultivator who had once dominated the three realms of heaven, demons, and humans, sealing away demons and devils in the Valley of No Return for countless years! For months after escaping, Yue Juan hadn’t heard any mention of a Heavenly Cultivator in the cultivation world. Gui Chen's face turned anxious at the mention of "Heavenly Cultivator." With only a dragon spirit, they and Yue Juan might have had a chance. But with the addition of a Heavenly Cultivator, the task was not just to defeat the dragon spirit anymore—they had to consider whether they could even escape with their lives. Fu Ling noted the change in their expressions, a trace of triumph flashing in her eyes. She gestured to the golden dragon above and looked at Yue Juan, whose face was hidden behind golden armor, smiling slightly, though her words were cold and merciless. "Good observation. Now, you die first." Sensing its master's command, the golden dragon dived from the sky, targeting Yue Juan, who remained motionless. A Heavenly Cultivator alone was terrifying enough, but with a dragon spirit as well, could they not kill whoever they pleased? Yue Juan closed her eyes, her palm raised slightly. Instantly, Fu Ling and the dragon were shrouded in a mist of dark energy. By the time it dissipated, the two demonic women were gone from the clearing outside the cave. The atmosphere fell silent, interrupted only by the soft babble of a distant brook. Fu Ling's legs trembled, her face pale as paper. No one knew how she had managed to endure the events just past. In mere moments, her back was drenched with cold sweat. The five-colored spear in her hand and the golden dragon that had surrounded her had vanished into the ether when the dark energy descended. Though the demonic women were gone, she remained rooted in place, her mind drifting to the cave and Jiu Ying. Her heart raced with mixed pride and an indefinable sense of grievance. As time passed, the clearing resumed its former tranquility, and Fu Ling finally steeled herself and stepped into the cave. Inside, silence reigned, unbroken even by the sound of breathing. The ground was slick with pools of dark red, wet blood. Fu Ling looked down at the pool of poisoned blood, sweat trickling from her brow. A bead of cold sweat borne of panic trailed from her cheek down her flawless, pale neck. Before she had left, she was sure Jiu Ying was in the dried-up well. Why was there no sign of anyone else in the cave now? Even before reaching the well, fear and anxiety flared, distress clear on her face. "Sister, I've come back. Those two demonic witches have been scared off—" Fu Ling bit her lip, suppressing her internal alarm as she stood at the entrance, calling toward the dry well. She tried her best to keep her voice steady, concealing the dread within, but every word trembled with tension. Unmistakably, she was afraid. Not even when facing the two powerful demonic women had she felt this fear, heart pounding, legs trembling, barely able to move. "Sister, I said I came back, please come out." Another cry—this time, her voice cracked with the edge of tears. Yet silence was her only response. Something had happened to Jiu Ying in the dry well. Fu Ling’s awareness sharpened, her eyes growing red with worry. Only then did she take careful steps forward. The well was filled with the bones and remains of ancient demons and gods, but Jiu Ying was nowhere to be found. Fu Ling had no idea what had transpired during her absence, nor where her injured sister might have gone. She wanted to cry, but held back. After a long struggle with tears, they finally spilled down her cheeks, wetting them. "Sister—" "Sister—" Kneeling before the dry well, Fu Ling sobbed, calling for ‘Sister’, yet no one replied. Like a child abandoned by her parents, she was filled with fear and sadness—fearful for her sister's safety and saddened that she had been left alone. After sobbing for what seemed an eternity, her eyes red and swollen, she sniffled and wiped away her tears, standing on legs numb from kneeling as she prepared to search for her sister. Throughout her sheltered upbringing, she had never faced such fear or hardship. After exerting her illusionary technique, Fu Ling found herself completely drained of qi. As she prepared to pick up the demon-subduing rod from the corner to leave, a faint, unsettling noise emerged from the depths of the dry well. Glub, glub— It sounded as if something was shifting among the pile of bones. Fu Ling had already reached the cave entrance, but the noise grew louder, so horrid that it sent chills coursing through her, making her wish she could flee immediately. She wanted to leave, but inexplicably, her legs refused to move. The sounds from the well intensified, echoing eerily and frighteningly in the silent cave. Recalling Jiu Ying's mysterious disappearance, an impossible thought struck Fu Ling's mind, widening her eyes in alarm— Could her senior sister have been "eaten" by these bones?! Normally, once a person dies, that's the end of it. But the remnants in that well belonged to ancient celestial beings and demons! The more Fu Ling thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. She tossed aside the demon-subduing rod and rushed back to the well. The strange noises were indeed emanating from the heap of bones. They seemed far off, as if they were already at the bottom of the well. With her qi depleted, she could rely solely on her hands. Fu Ling lay by the edge of the well, unconcerned by how terrifying the bones might be, tossing them aside one by one as she encountered them. Her mind was solely on rescuing her sister, oblivious to the varied colors of the bones—some white, some black, some yellow. The well was deep, clearly filled with bones that had accumulated over centuries, indicating how many had perished here a millennium ago. Initially outside the well, Fu Ling gradually clambered inside as well, continuing to dig out bones for over an hour without reaching the bottom. Her once tender and delicate hands were now covered in cuts, blood staining her palms and the backs of her hands. What seemed a shallow well became an endless abyss, resisting all her efforts, while those white bones momentarily glowed faintly when splattered with fresh blood. The glow was so dim Fu Ling didn't notice it at all. The deeper she dug, the more bones there were. Her hands bloodied, Fu Ling kept her head down, for some reason suddenly shedding tears again as sorrow and grievance erupted within, and she bit her lip to stifle her sobs. Her hands hurt terribly, the myriad wounds stinging sharply upon contact with the bones, leaving her breathless with pain. "Senior sister—" The young girl, overwhelmed by fear and sorrow, knew not what to do, except to call for her senior sister. As long as she thought of Jiu Ying, an endless reservoir of strength filled her, enabling her to persevere, to continue until her senior sister was saved. Through tears, Fu Ling continued tossing bones out of the well, her face smeared with tears, occasionally crying out for her senior sister in a mix of defiance and endearing innocence. Another sharp bone caught her attention, this one oddly adorned with two long spikes that pierced her palm yet again. This wound was deeper than any before it, causing the blood to flow more freely. As she pulled the bone spike from her palm and looked at her bloody hands, her nose stung and tears rolled from her eyes once more. This time, she cried silently, letting out only quiet sobs, appearing even more pitiful. Beneath the well, the bones slowly began to shift again. Silently wiping away her tears, Fu Ling prepared to continue, but was halted by a low, feeble, yet melodious female voice emerging from the bone pile. One sentence was enough to root her to the spot, freezing her tears in her eyes— "Crying in the face of danger is not the mark of strength. Have you forgotten everything I taught you?" ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Fu Ling: Bold and arrogant before others, yet deep down just a timid little crybaby. Her growth truly begins from here~ This story is quite lengthy, so it won’t conclude anytime soon~ Thanks to the angels who voted or watered the nutrient solution between 2020-10-31 22:30:41 and 2020-11-01 23:08:47! Special thanks to the angel who threw a grenade: 阿故里嚓擦; Thank you all for your support, I will continue to do my best!