103 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Reborn as the Malevolent Martial Sister - Chapter 103 "Sijian, what is this?" Gao Tianlian asked, his eyes filled with curiosity as he looked at the misty ball of water vapor. Fang Sijian couldn't directly explain that it was energy extracted from the ice lake, so he vaguely deflected, "As far as I know, it's a family heirloom, but I'm not sure what exactly it is." Anything considered a family heirloom by the Fang family was undoubtedly a top-tier treasure. Standing to the side, Fang Yuanqing's face briefly flickered with disappointment. She didn't envy Fang Sijian for obtaining the family relic; instead, she felt a pang of loss, reminiscing about the care she received from Fang Keyuan. Fuling noticed her subtle change in expression and quickly changed the topic thoughtfully, "Aunt Qing loves collecting rare treasures. Tonight, we can use this mist as bait to lure her in." Turning to Fang Yuanqing, she continued, "Qingshan-brother, could you figure out a way to weave a celestial trap so we can confine Aunt Qing when the time comes?" Although Jiu Ying didn't protest, Fuling effortlessly took over her role, naturally placing herself at the center of the group. "The Celestial Trap Formation requires three formation flags and must be controlled by three people. Young Master Fang knows what to do. Tonight, let me, him, and Young Master He handle keeping the formation flags in place." "Qingshan-brother should control the formation, and the task of tracking Aunt Qing falls to Young Master Gao." Recalling the night they captured the drought demon and distributed tasks under Jiu Ying's leadership, Fuling mimicked her organization style for the night's plan. Everyone had their role, except for Lin Yumiao. He Yuhen, noticing how his powerful senior brother was being overlooked, anxiously asked, "What about Senior Brother Lin?" With a gentle smile, Fuling glanced at Lin Yumiao, "If Aunt Qing wants to steal the treasure, she'll likely try to take Blood Aunt as well. Having Brother Lin stay behind to guard Blood Aunt seems the safest option." Though she didn't specify, Lin Yumiao understood why Fuling chose him to watch over Blood Aunt. If Aunt Qing attempted to rescue a comrade, she would likely possess the person guarding Blood Aunt. Among them, his desires were the most subdued, making it difficult for him to be possessed. Fuling's consideration was thorough, and having him stay was indeed the most prudent choice. The strategy was flawless, and its execution went smoothly. Human hearts harbor evil thoughts, but they're tethered by reason and morality, moderating actions. The three corpses differ; they exist because of the inexorable sins hidden within a person's soul. Once aware of what it desires, nothing can deter them. As Fuling predicted, Aunt Qing, drawn by the mystical marrow, sneaked near the Yuan household at night. Fang Yuanqing used nine long threads to encircle the mansion, while the Celestial Trap Formation lay at the center of the interwoven threads. Aunt Qing approached slowly, aware of the danger but unable to resist moving step by step toward the marrow's location. Once caught within the Celestial Trap, she could be captured in one fell swoop. Everyone lay hidden in the storm, barely daring to breathe for fear of alerting Aunt Qing. At this critical moment, the rain from above intensified ominously, accompanied by unpredictably violent winds. None paid attention to the strange weather, focused entirely on the fat male cultivator possessed by Aunt Qing. The mystical marrow hung in the center of the eaves. Each step Aunt Qing took closer, the storm intensified, culminating in thunderous roars as a bird-headed, deer-bodied monster with antlers descended with the storm, snatching the mystical marrow instantly. Having never seen such a terrifying creature, Gao Tianlian and others were momentarily frozen, forgetting even to capture Aunt Qing. The thunder outside grew louder, as if something drastic had occurred. Lin Yumiao, unable to ignore his concerns, stepped out to see. As he stepped outside, a flag flew through the storm, landing firmly on his chest. Looking up, he spotted Fuling wielding a large saber, charging into the rainy chaos. The next instant, a crisp, clear voice of a young girl pierced through the air, snapping everyone out of their stupor— "Brother Lin, secure the formation flag! Don't let Aunt Qing escape!" Thanks to her reminder, they realized Aunt Qing had already stepped into the Celestial Trap's range. Wasting no time, Fang Yuanqing immediately set the formation to close the net, Gao Tianlian, holding the red pearl, faced off against the escaping Aunt Qing, while Lin Yumiao deployed the flag he was holding. Everything proceeded smoothly, except for the Fuling who vanished into the rainy night. No one knew what the sudden creature that snatched the mystical marrow was. As the thunder faded, Fang Yuanqing murmured to herself, "That creature—could it have been the very Feilian we've been searching for?" The legendary Feilian, which brings endless rain wherever it goes. Aunt Qing was captured, and the stolen mystical relics were scattered all over the ground. This should have been a cause for celebration, but upon hearing Fang Yuanqing's words, everyone's expressions soured slightly. Lin Yumiao, with a grave expression, picked up the Lingxu Sword from the pile of treasures and, without hesitating, dashed into the storm. "I'm going to help her." "Her" referred naturally to Fuling. Fang Yuanqing quickly followed, with Fang Sijian on her heels. After retrieving his golden awl, he too rushed toward the direction where Fuling had disappeared. How could Gao Tianlian be absent from such a scene? He called out to his friend and leaped into the sky, vanishing without a trace. "Sijian, wait for me!" He Yuhen wanted to follow but considered Aunt Qing at his feet, knowing his priority was ensuring she stayed put, allowing his senior brother and others to assist Fuling without worry. In the stormy sky, Fuling continued to battle Feilian. To be precise, it was a one-sided thrashing by Fuling. Having originally worried she might be injured, they found upon arrival that she wielded a large curved knife, relentlessly pursuing Feilian. The back of her saber was studded with seven rings that jingled with her movements, emitting a righteous energy with each strike. This was a dragon-slaying saber, its power immense for subduing evil creatures. Although its edge wasn't sanctified, Fuling enveloped it with her celestial spirit energy, each slash inflicting pain upon Feilian as though it were a razor-sharp blade. The dragon-slaying saber, one of the most elite weapons of the Demon-Slaying Guild, could slay dragons and phoenixes or subdue evil. Seven rings engaged for dragon-slaying, but only four for subdual. Seeing Fuling unable to subdue Feilian with several strokes, Fang Yuanqing anxiously shouted, "Fuling! Remove the top three rings and leave only four. The demon-subduing force will be stronger!" Briefly stunned by his words, Fuling quickly complied, loosening the black latch under her thumb and removing the top three rings. As Fang Yuanqing promised, now possessing only four rings, the saber had transformed into an unrivaled weapon of demon-slaying. Feilian was but a remnant soul, greatly diminished from its former power; facing a divinely ordained dragon-slaying blade, it had no means to retaliate. With a pained shriek, Feilian triggered a storm in the air. Wind mingled with rain, and rain with wind, coalescing a powerful vortex in midair. Caught off guard, Lin Yumiao and the others found themselves swept up within moments. Fuling struggled to maintain her spirit energy from toppling her over. Feilian's wailing grew louder, and the storm's strength intensified. Within moments, all the mountain's trees had been uprooted by the vortex. Mounds of mud rose, clasped by the putrid storm, transforming into iron-hard stones that struck Fuling relentlessly. Though protected by spirit energy, the pain was palpable. The swirling force was nearly unbearable. Her legs buckled precariously as pebble-sized clods of black mud zipped past her, dodging the ones she couldn't evade in time. The little girl couldn't tolerate such insults for long. Adversity often unearths dormant potential. Spirit energy soared within her dantian, celestial spirit energy flowing ceaselessly from her limbs. Challenging the wind meant mastering that energy. Fuling, now focused and calm, gripped the saber's handle so tightly the black latch nearly cut into her skin. The surrounding winds picked up, and more dirt flung upwards. Undeterred, she held her ground, letting the stones rain down without flinching. Hundreds of black stones rushed at her from all directions, stopping mere inches away before she vanished into thin air. To those trapped within the vortex, Fuling seemed to vanish like a gust of wind, reappearing instantly at another location, moving faster than the stones. Even Feilian didn't anticipate her vanishing act, feeling a sudden urge to flee upon realizing the girl had disappeared. But as it turned, taking its first step, a pale, delicate face appeared before its eyes. By soft moonlight, gleaming against the blade's tip, a cascade of silver light shone forth. Smiling gently and innocently, the girl silently raised her saber, striking without hesitation. With a gu-lu sound, Feilian's head separated from its body. In an instant, the torrential rain ceased, and the violent winds died down. Lin Yumiao and the others were thrown out by the dissipating hurricane. After being caught in the vortex for so long, their minds were left spinning and disoriented. Fang Yuanqing, still retaining some clarity, fought off dizziness and pulled out the Golden Light Mirror and the Demon-Suppressing Talisman. Since Feilian was merely a spirit and would regenerate momentarily after being decapitated, this was the perfect moment to capture it. Covered in a pink outfit, Fuling was splattered with black mud, leaving her clothes dark and soiled. Jiu Ying ignored this, and so did she. Gripping the curved saber, she followed Fang Yuanqing to join the other three. Of all present, Fang Sijian was undoubtedly the most excited. Everything that transpired that night had proven to him that Fuling was a leader worth following. Before he could speak, the girl approached him, offering a gentle smile. "I got your treasure back for you." The gentle and warm voice of Qingling reached Fang Sijian's ears, stirring something inside him. As he lowered his gaze, he saw the young girl extend her hand towards him and carefully open her palm to reveal a small cluster of white mist. So, Fuling's pursuit of Feilian was to retrieve this for him? Fang Sijian froze momentarily, a peculiar emotion welling up inside—part awe, part admiration. As he looked back at Fuling, his eyes sparkled with respect. He realized—this girl before him was indeed the one he was meant to follow. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Fuling is amazing even without her senior martial sister! This chapter's achievements: Gained one devoted follower and five excellent teammates. By the way, you didn't misread. From now on, Fuling's weapon will be this impressive curved saber. Fang Sijian's feelings toward Fuling aren't romantic or affectionate; it's more akin to someone who has been bullied, then protected by a leader, and thus becomes a loyal follower.