104 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Reborn as the Malevolent Senior Sister Night and Day GL - Chapter 104 Fei Lian was reduced to a mere wisp of soul, yet its command over wind and storm persisted. The fierce hurricane it conjured had expended the last of its demon power, demonstrating immense strength. Lin Yu Miao and his companions, though top-tier cultivators among their peers, faltered in their confrontation with it, unable to unleash their full potential. Reflecting on the recent confrontation, a lingering fear gripped them. Without Fu Ling's calm presence, they might have been shredded alive by the vortex. As midnight approached, the mountain's chill was biting, a foreboding coldness permeating the air. The mysterious dark clouds that dominated the skies above the Shadow Mountain slowly dissipated, revealing a star-lit sky under the moon's glow. A group of six walked along the mountain path, their feet sinking into layers of muddy soil. Fu Ling quietly followed at the back of the group. The thought of seeing Jiu Ying in the morning made her lips part into a silly smile. Their target tonight was Qing Gu, but to have inadvertently subdued Fei Lian as well? If her senior sister knew, she'd surely praise her. Filled with tender affection, her thoughts drifted to Jiu Ying's gentle smile, making her eyes light up even more. Gao Tian Lian, enamored with the Dao, had not fully grasped the move "Starlight Scattered Sky" Fu Ling used in her duel with Si Xiao. Now, witnessing her shifting so swiftly to evade the black stones, he was once again in awe. How could one person be so fast? As if one with the air, moving with the wind. Wrestling with his curiosity, he reached out and gently nudged Lin Yu Miao beside him, voicing his perplexity. "Brother Lin, did you see how Miss Fu Ling moved earlier?" Lin Yu Miao turned his head at the query, glanced back at the young woman, and after a moment of silence, replied, "I saw, but I don’t understand how she did it." His skills were the highest among the five, and even he didn’t know, so the others wouldn’t either. Fang Si Jian overheard their conversation and had a hunch; Fu Ling’s teleportation move must relate to her unparalleled natural talent. Worried about her celestial origin being exposed, he couldn’t help but whisper a reminder. "Such a mysterious technique must be due to Miss Fu Ling encountering her destiny. Tian Lian, don't pursue this out of curiosity." The implication was clear: Gao Tian Lian should avoid questioning or discussing tonight’s events, as if nothing happened. Gao Tian Lian sighed lightly, tinged with regret but also admiration. "I won't ask, but she truly is remarkable, stronger than us disciples of major sects." Fang Si Jian wholeheartedly agreed. If Gao Tian Lian had witnessed the night when Fu Ling used her spirit energy to create a wall spanning hundreds of miles to block the flooding river in Dongshan Prefecture, he might feel even more humbled. He nodded, his eyes brightening slightly. “Did you just realize it? I noticed her power the day she dueled Si Xiao—it's much more than just breaking through the major barrier.” Lin Yu Miao concurred with this sentiment. “Not only is her strength formidable, but her understanding of the Heavenly Fate Dao is profound.” “Compared to her, our fellow dual-spirit practitioner, Yu Hen, is not even close.” Fang Si Jian smiled at the comments, saying nothing more. Dual spirit roots? Fu Ling definitely was no mere dual-spirit practitioner. While the three conversed, Fu Ling quietly moved to Fang Yuan Qing's side. She remembered clearly that there was another task they had at Shadow Mountain—to uncover what secrets Xuanxiu and others were keeping from her. Since Fang Yuan Qing frequently stayed at Yuchun Hall caring for Xiao Wu, she was the perfect person to ask. Fu Ling softened her voice, her small face appearing particularly gentle under the moonlight. “Sister Yuan Qing, after my duel with Si Xiao, senior sister and Elder Hui Ming visited Yuchun Hall together. Do you know why they went there?” As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Yuan Qing recalled the incident. She shook her head, eyebrows knitting slightly. “I know Lady Jiu Ying paid a visit, but I’m not exactly sure what they did.” Fu Ling could discern from her expression that she was telling the truth, but she was unwilling to give up. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with a pleading look. Her voice was soft yet firm. “Sister Yuan Qing, can you look into it for me? This matter...this matter is very important to me.” Her eyes were beautiful, round and bright, as if veiled in a thin mist, evoking sympathy. No one could say no to those eyes. Fang Yuan Qing pressed her lips together, remaining silent until she met those pupilless, lively black eyes, finally conceding. “I’ll ask my mother.” The night passed swiftly, and morning arrived with its golden light. Fu Ling was eager to see Jiu Ying, snuck out of the spiritual shield before dawn. The others were still asleep, so she sat alone on the stone steps in front of Yuan’s family entrance, undisturbed by the cold morning wind. She waited all day. It was not until the hour of Shen (3-5 PM) that Jiu Ying and Jiang Bei Qing arrived, accompanied by a young woman with her face veiled in white gauze. Awaiting her senior sister for an entire day, Fu Ling hurried to greet them as soon as she saw her. Although they had been apart for just a day, it felt like years to her. “Didn’t you say you’d be back by morning? Why so late?” Fu Ling was disheartened, her words tinged with grievance as she clung to Jiu Ying's arm, acting ever so slightly coy. Jiang Bei Qing, aware of their usual closeness, thought nothing of it. Yet the strange woman watched with interest, and before Jiu Ying could reply, she stepped forward. “Lady Jiu Ying was delayed because she was saving me.” “Saving you? Who are you?” Fu Ling’s voice faltered, her expression guarded, her tone shifting swiftly to something firmer. The woman sensed Fu Ling’s changing mood, and amusement danced in her eyes as she removed the veil to reveal an elegant, sophisticated face. “My husband died because of you. Who do you say I am?” In that moment, Fu Ling understood—this woman was Qin Shu Yu, Si Xiao’s wife, the widow from the Qin family. Qin Shu Yu bore her no ill will, yet the atmosphere was uncomfortably awkward. Fu Ling’s expression shifted again, her eyebrows tightly knitted, clearly embarrassed. After all, while Si Xiao was detestable, Qin Shu Yu had done no wrong herself. "You needn't be troubled; I was his wife in name only, never more. His death means my freedom." What kind of marriage was this? A wife rejoicing at her husband’s death. Fu Ling was shocked, her lips parted slightly. As her mind processed Qin Shu Yu’s explanation, the area near Yuan’s family entrance was empty save for her and Jiu Ying. She still couldn’t quite believe it. “Senior sister, is she truly a lady of the Qin family?” Jiu Ying nodded slightly, taking a moment before narrating the story behind the union of the Si and Qin families, a tale of power and exploitation. Among the Eight Clans, the Qin family ranked second in influence but lacked talented cultivators in the next generation. To maintain their status amidst the chaos, a powerful heir was essential. Si Xiao’s uncle, Si Ding Yun, had once practiced an obscure method to temporarily maximize a cultivator's potential, which led the Qin family head to sacrifice Qin Shu Yu’s happiness for his eldest son’s gain, marrying her against her will to Si Xiao. The relationship was cold and distant. Si Xiao valued power above all else, and Qin Shu Yu’s lack of cultivation prowess made her no asset. He’d vent his frustrations on her with harsh words after being belittled by Si Yi Guang, often choosing to insult her beauty. Despite his death, Qin Shu Yu remained bound by Si Yi Guang’s demand that she guard his resting place forever. To outsiders, they seemed the perfect pair, but in truth, the marriage was a heartless transaction. After hearing the sordid details, Fu Ling was both shocked and indignant, her anger spilling into fierce curses. “Si Xiao was no good! And the head of the Qin family, how dare he throw away his daughter like that?! Is he even fit to be a father?” “The wicked Si Yi Guang, forcing Miss Qin to keep vigil! Simply outrageous!” Jiu Ying knew of her kind heart, feeling a twinge of regret for sharing such unpleasant truths. “Si Xiao is gone, and Miss Qin is free now. You needn’t be upset.” The gentle, soothing voice whispered in her ear, its words imbued with an almost hypnotic reassurance. Fu Ling felt a bit better after being comforted. The more she experienced the world, the more she realized it wasn't as beautiful as she had imagined. Only in the tranquility of Qingzhu Sect and Dongshan Prefecture could one's heart truly find solace. Although Fu Ling was indignant about Qin Shu Yu’s plight, she felt utterly powerless. She knew well that in this chaotic world plagued by demons, many women shared a similar fate to Qin Shu Yu, and that she seemed powerless to change their circumstances. A breeze swept through, lifting Fu Ling's bangs, revealing a small wound on her forehead from an attack by black stones. Though a night had passed, the redness had yet to fade. Jiu Ying noticed it clearly and couldn’t help but frown. “What’s this?” Before the words had fully left her lips, she had already lifted a hand to brush aside the dark strands of hair, her fingers hovering near the red mark. The young girl hadn’t yet responded when Jiu Ying spoke again, her tone now tinged with a hint of displeasure. “How did you get hurt?” Her voice, though somewhat aloof, was filled with sincere concern and care. Fu Ling tilted her head slightly, seeing Jiu Ying’s furrowed brow, and felt a secretive sweetness and joy in her heart. She reveled in seeing Jiu Ying worried about her. At the very least, it was a tangible proof of her being cared for. Lowering her eyes, she tried to mask her shy delight. But just as her expression calmed, the affection and admiration surging in her chest found its way into her words. They compelled her to seek more affirmation from Jiu Ying. Even as the words left her mouth, Fu Ling couldn't fathom why she had asked such a silly, strange question— “Why is Senior Sister so worried about me?” ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ People in love always grow greedier. Thanks to the little angels who voted or nourished with nutrient solutions between 2020-11-18 23:57:47 ~ 2020-11-19 22:59:04~ Thanks to the little angel who dropped a landmine: passerby 1; Thanks to the little angels who nourished with nutrient solutions: Mu Qing Mu 28 bottles; Yi Er San, A Lifelong Passion Laughs at Me 10 bottles; Thank you all for your support. I will continue to work hard!