112 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Rebirth in the Daily Life of a Malicious Senior Sister GL - Chapter 112 (1/2) Jiu Ying circled the edge of the lake, and as expected, she quickly spotted the broken, shattered layer of ice in the corner. Beneath the cracked ice was a small opening, from which dense demonic energy permeated into the air, mixed with the bitter chill of the wind and snow, sending a shiver down anyone's spine. Ming Yue stood nearby, her crimson eyes flickering slightly, her gaze penetrating the lake's surface to clearly see the scene beneath in the blink of an eye. What she saw was a black stone door, roaring flames, a seemingly endless staircase, and a young girl shackled by iron chains. "I see her." Upon hearing this, both Jiu Ying and Lin Yu Miao were taken aback, yet before they could ask questions, Ming Yue had already retrieved a black strip of cloth from her sleeve, wrapping it around her eyes to conceal her eerie blood-red pupils. "Cang He has set up an array; if we don't act now, Que Xi Shuang will be burned to death in just a few moments." As soon as the words left her mouth, Ming Yue leapt into the water. Jiu Ying, sensing the urgency in Ming Yue's voice, didn't hesitate and immediately followed suit. At this point, Lin Yu Miao, regardless of the dispute between the righteous and the demonic clans, also plunged in without a moment's delay. The lake lay hidden beneath a millennium of cold ice, and once submerged, the only sensation was that of bone-chilling cold. Slowly, the three descended, swimming against the current, and gradually, the coldness receded, becoming increasingly warm. Ming Yue's crimson eyes shifted slightly; though covered, she could still perceive everything in the depths with clarity. The flames flickered fiercely at the bottom, growing ever stronger. Following the direction of the fiery glow, she swiftly led the other two towards the vicinity of the stone door. The three masked their presence, allowing those within the stone door to remain oblivious to their arrival. The closer they got, the clearer the vision became. Through the black cloth, a glimmer of red light flickered in Ming Yue's eyes, and she instantly saw that besides Cang He, one of the elders of the demon clan, there stood more than a dozen robust young demon men, their prowess considerable. What were they planning to do? Ming Yue's brows furrowed slightly, perplexed. Her gaze shifted to the unconscious girl lying amid the flames, noticing the red clothes she wore were covered with talismans, her limbs bound by chains. The white-haired old demon, Cang He, was slowly circling closer to the edge of the flames. Though not particularly skilled in talismanic arrays, Ming Yue quickly deduced Cang He's intentions as soon as she saw him biting his finger to smear his blood on the girl's forehead. Blood as a guide, meant to activate the array. Her expression darkened, and without explaining to the others, she raised her hand to strike the tightly closed stone door. With a single palm strike, the supposedly indestructible door was reduced to dust. A cloud of dust filled the air, and with the barrier of the door gone, the scene on the platform became instantly clear. Reacting the quickest, Jiu Ying realized the old demon's intention was to burn Que Xi Shuang alive with the flames. Without a second thought, she rushed forward to intervene. The young demons attempted to obstruct her but were quickly engaged by Ming Yue and Lin Yu Miao. In a mere moment, the situation dramatically shifted. Knowing full well that the four clans and eight factions had dispatched many cultivators to rescue Que Xi Shuang, Cang He had thought they had all been misled. To his surprise, three had managed to find the right place. Especially this young female cultivator before him, whose strength was on par with his own! He hadn't expected a human of such capability. He chuckled coldly, dismissing Jiu Ying's attack with a wave of his arm, a network of hundreds of white feathers appeared, layered upon each other like a massive net, enveloping him entirely. Jiu Ying gathered a surge of potent spiritual energy in her palm, aiming straight at the feathers, only to find that what seemed soft was harder than steel, easily deflecting her attack. It was the crucial moment to activate the array, leaving Cang He with no desire to tangle with her as he continued toward the girl at the center of the platform. The white feather armor was excessively resilient, rendering Jiu Ying's various techniques ineffective. Just as Cang He extended his hand once more toward Que Xi Shuang, a longsword suddenly appeared, slashing through the air with overwhelming force toward the white feathers. The blade gleamed with a flash of white light, successfully severing one of the feathers. The Ling Xu Sword — indeed living up to its name as a divine weapon. With the feather down, the otherwise impenetrable armor had found a weakness. Jiu Ying seized the chance, lunging forward to drive Cang He off the platform once more. Both were at the celestial stage, but while Cang He was a demon, Jiu Ying was a golden dragon, born to counter evil. After a brief struggle, Cang He began to lose ground and tried to flee. Lin Yu Miao blocked his escape with her sword, only to be easily knocked aside. Jiu Ying intended to assist her, but Lin Yu Miao staggered back to her feet. Seeing this, Jiu Ying paused, her steps halting as she allowed the two to continue their struggle. An elderly celestial and a youthful cultivator at the lower phases of perfection — the disparity was clear, leaving Lin Yu Miao with little chance but to endure. Throughout, she tightly gripped the Ling Xu Sword in her hand. Much like how Fu Ling had once refused to forsake his beliefs or his sword when confronted by He Yu Hen. Hit repeatedly, blood began trickling from her mouth, a sight even Ming Yue couldn't bear to watch. The bodies of the young demons lay strewn on the ground — in such a short time, Ming Yue had slain them all. "Aren't you helping him?" Having ended so many lives, Ming Yue bore no hint of bloodlust on her face; even her words were laced with fatigue and weakness. "It's not yet time." Jiu Ying shook her head, frowning slightly. Hearing this, Ming Yue refrained from further inquiry. On the platform, the girl remained unconscious on the ground, the flames roaring more intensely, threatening to encroach upon her. Ming Yue attempted to pull her from the fiery array, yet a powerful force repelled her, flinging her backward. Witnessing this, Cang He couldn't resist a smug smile, "The Soul Detachment Array has already taken effect; soon she will be burned to death, and there's nothing you can do to save her!" "Our master will eventually rise! Hahaha!" Listening to his laughter, Lin Yu Miao found it unbearably grating. Raising her sword, she wished to slay the vile old demon herself. But no matter how hard she tried, the pain in her chest remained unyielding, causing her to even struggle in maintaining her footing. At that moment, the words Fu Ling had spoken to him in the rain echoed clearly in his mind. "So what if I lose? I'm not afraid of losing; what I fear is that my cowardice and incompetence will bring despair to my senior sister." Indeed, so what if he lost? Losing was not the greatest fear. What truly frightened him was being unable to uphold his sense of justice, failing to defeat the old demon, and rescue the last living remnant of the Que family. Despite being defeated repeatedly, the usual sense of retreat did not surface. Instead, his heart brimmed with an overpowering desire to save — he was determined to kill Cang He and save Que Xi Shuang. With the surge of killing intent, the Ling Xu Sword trembled in response. Though it was but a swift moment, it was enough to make him aware. Lin Yu Miao's eyes widened in disbelief, and before he could fully comprehend the unfamiliar thought in his consciousness, a feather pierced the air like a silver needle, aimed directly at his heart. Already wounded, he hesitated but an instant, allowing the needle to reach him. Jiu Ying, seeing the danger, was quick to act, but the Ling Xu Sword was faster. Just as it had shielded Fu Ling before, it rose unaided, deflecting the silver needle with its blade. Cang He's expression changed, realizing he couldn't defeat the three before him. Wanting to escape, but blocked by Jiu Ying who guarded the entrance, he was left with a single option — summon reinforcements from his clan. Unnoticed, he sent the silver needle, struck down by the Ling Xu Sword, back into the water. Upon contact, it transformed back into a white feather, instantly soaring out of the lake and flying northward. Just having recovered from being repelled by the array, Ming Yue noticed this development. Observing the white feather departing towards the depths of the snowy mountains, she felt a jolt in her heart. Swiftly removing the cloth from her eyes, the red glow revealed the truth — that white feather had indeed reached the demon clan. At the mere sight of the feather, the demons knew Cang He was in trouble. Without hesitation, they dispatched two of their elders to the icy lake. In less than half an hour, these two old demons would arrive! Yin Yue's crimson gaze glinted, murder flashing in her eyes. The moment her red pupils were exposed, Cang He recognized her identity. Shocked and enraged, he hadn't anticipated her alliance with the cultivators of the four clans and eight factions! "Mo Ji Yin Yue?! Colluding with human cultivators! I see the demon clan has grown weary of living!" In terms of strength, the demon clan indeed surpassed the demonics. Before the sealing of the Demon Heaven, the demonic clan had even been subjugated by the demons for a period, leading to their mutual suppression within the Wuhui Valley by celestial cultivators. Mo Ji's refusal to release Demon Heaven and her hope for her clan not to endure lives of perpetual subjugation and oppression drove her motives. “I should have killed you back then! I regret letting you live!" For Yin Yue's betrayal, Cang He was evidently enraged beyond measure. The demon clan's glory thrives, manifesting when the skies above open; it withers as the skies close and vanish. Cang He, having experienced the period when the demon clan ruled over the demonics, could not endure Mo Ji aligning with the humans. He soared forward, transforming into his original form as a great white crane, and with a sweep of his wings, he charged at Yin Yue, intending to deal a lethal blow. Fortunately, protected by demonic energy, Yin Yue managed to evade the attack. Jiu Ying's brow furrowed slightly. Pressing her lips together, she advanced, retrieving a golden dragon scale from her waist. Instantly teleporting behind the crane, she brandished the scale, its tip brimming with dragon energy, and with a swift motion, she inflicted a deep gash on the crane's neck. Though regaining their original form significantly enhances a demon's power, it also exposes their greatest weakness. Jiu Ying, without manifesting her full dragon form, was able to inflict a fatal wound with just a single scale. After several bouts, with Yin Yue assisting from the side, Jiu Ying finally succeeded in severing Cang He's neck, ending his life. The platform was now littered with bodies. Yin Yue's cheeks were pallid, contrasting sharply with the red talismans on her forehead, making them appear even more ominous. She glanced up toward the lake, noting the approaching elder demons of the demon clan. Without further delay, she grabbed Jiu Ying and Lin Yu Miao's hands, preparing to lead them away. "The demon clan reinforcements are coming. We need to leave!" Leave? But Yuan Xi Shuang was still here; how could they leave? Jiu Ying's expression grew somber as she withdrew her arm from Yin Yue's grasp and moved closer to the flames to take a look. A Soul Detachment Array—she had heard of it before. She attempted to enter the circle of flames to rescue Yuan Xi Shuang and, like Yin Yue, was repelled by an invisible barrier. This sophisticated array had a self-protection mechanism, allowing entry only for its caster and the one ensnared within, denying access to anyone else.