113 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Night and Day Reincarnated as the Malicious Senior (GL) - Chapter 113 (1/2) With Si Xiao's death, blame fell squarely on the Blood Dart, and even Si Yi Guang harbored resentment towards his own brother, Si Ding Yun. On that fateful day, he'd seen things clearly: if not for the Blood Dart's sudden loss of control, his favorite son would not have perished. Si Ding Yun's hatred for Fu Ling arose from this incident. The moment Si Xiao's body was set in the coffin, a murderous intent towards her ignited within him. Si Yi Guang shared this sentiment. In their eyes, no matter the circumstances of Si Xiao's death, the root cause was none other than Fu Ling, who had proposed the duel. Without the duel, there'd have been no need to borrow the dart. Without coming into contact with the Blood Dart, how would one die so mysteriously? Now that Si Xiao was dead, Fu Ling had to be buried with him. To kill Fu Ling, the first obstacle was her senior sister—Jiu Ying, the woman in white who astonished everyone at the sect's grand competition. For Si Ding Yun, the scene before him was the perfect opportunity to strike. Observing two elder demons leave in haste during the skirmish, he followed them with suspicion, and now he found himself facing exactly what he’d hoped. With Lin Yu Miao absent and Yuan Xi Shuang unconscious, the only one awake was the target he intended to eliminate—Jiu Ying. What power the opponent held, he didn't care. How could a famed executioner in the world of cultivation fear a disciple from a minor sect? No matter how exceptional Jiu Ying's talents were, before him, she was merely awaiting death. The Blood Dart circled in the air, whirling up flurries of snow, as temperatures plummeted and an icy, cold atmosphere prevailed. Jiu Ying, observing the brocade-clad man before her, detected a trace of disdain in his bloodthirsty eyes—something that didn't surprise her. Si Ding Yun, a prodigy, mastered the Si family's ultimate technique, the Celestial Blast, before turning thirty, and subsequently ascended to the Immortal stage as one of the youngest powerhouses of their time. With his innate cruel and violent aura, he even wielded the sect's ultimate weapon, the Sky Blood Dart. For many years, the Si family rose above the Eight Clans, largely thanks to his formidable strength. Jiu Ying's expression remained cool, devoid of any fear. Everyone has a weakness, and none were as aware of Si Ding Yun's as she was. Previously imprisoned by Si Qi, she'd been forced to study the Buddhist incantation, Nine-Star Buddhist Chant. It was Si Qi who used this chant to dissolve the Celestial Blast, defeating Si Ding Yun with a single strike. She had thus learned that the feared killer in the eyes of outsiders, Si Ding Yun, had two fatal weaknesses— His heavy malevolent aura made him fear the sound of Buddhist chants; and he remained unmarried because of his desire for his neglected sister-in-law, Han Yan, who once captivated Si Yi Guang at first sight. As snow blanketed the earth, Jiu Ying infused a wisp of spiritual energy into the air, and, in a moment, the falling snowflakes suspended mid-air, layer upon layer, over hundreds of miles, transforming into solid ice. Even the Blood Dart, trapped by the frozen flakes, was immobilized. Si Ding Yun's eyes widened in disbelief. Not once had he battled a water-aligned cultivator capable of such feats in so brief a time. Jiu Ying had transformed snow to ice, using it to form an array that sealed his Blood Dart. When he attempted to advance, unseen ice needles fervently pierced his path, halting him instantly. Despite his wish to kill Jiu Ying, the reality was, he couldn't even approach her. She had concealed her true cultivation level. Upon realizing this, murderous intent flickered in Si Ding Yun’s eyes. The stronger one is, the less they accept defeat. He raised his hand, channeling his volatile energy into his palm, and with one motion, he shattered Jiu Ying’s ice formation. The icy fragments scattered audibly, each crack resounding, as the Blood Dart regained its freedom, launching a renewed assault at the woman in white on the ground. Jiu Ying deftly evaded, her form flickering to Si Ding Yun's side. As she approached, an intense murderous aura engulfed her. She sensed the opportunity. The malevolent energy—Si Ding Yun's strength and his potential downfall. The dart rotated above, poised to strike from above, but amidst this snowy battlefield, a Buddhist chant rang out. Cold and clear. The sound traversed the air, assaulting Si Ding Yun's ears, forcing his hands over them. For the bloodthirsty and vicious, Buddhist chants were the most effective means of dissipating their malevolence. The Nine-Star Buddhist Chant contained eighty-one verses. With only the first ten recited, Si Ding Yun was already unable to withstand, retreating in agony. Even the Blood Dart quivered upon the ground, reacting to the chant. Si Ding Yun, unaware of the chant’s origin, felt as though his heart was tearing open, buffeted internally by a force that threatened to consume him. Jiu Ying advanced relentlessly with the chant, closing the distance, magnifying his suffering. Her face cold, her eyes icy, she showed no intent to spare Si Ding Yun. To protect Fu Ling from any threats, she would spare no one. Her hand gripped his throat, and a slight squeeze revealed the sinews on her hand through her fair skin—a testament to her strength. Never in his life had Si Ding Yun suffered such disgrace. The snow continued, the chanting quickening. At a critical moment, fighting through his chest pain, he directed the Blood Dart towards the unconscious Yuan Xi Shuang. He banked on the notion that the woman before him would not stand by and do nothing. As he'd guessed, at the brink of the dart's descent, Jiu Ying released him and swiftly intercepted, saving Yuan Xi Shuang from the dart’s path. When she turned back, the snow-covered scene was devoid of any other presence. Si Ding Yun had escaped. Jiu Ying’s expression darkened, though she did not lament the escape. Having the ability to kill Si Ding Yun once meant she could do so again. She picked up the fallen robe, covering the young girl once more. And that was when she saw a pair of eyes filled with despair, guilt, and tears. Yuan Xi Shuang was awake. No one understood that look of despair better than Jiu Ying. A tear slipped from the girl's eyes. Without words, Jiu Ying could foresee the girl’s next move. She reached out, clutching the young girl's delicate chin, stopping her from the inclination to suicide. Recollections surfaced: her own collapse upon seeing her sect slaughtered. All she cared about perished for her, with her left behind, clinging to life. She, like Yuan Xi Shuang now, once wished for nothing but death. The girl broke free, crying out, “Why won't you let me die?!” Jiu Ying regarded the sobbing girl, her heart aching with empathy, her voice softened. “How will you take revenge if you die?” Jiu Ying knew the way to deter Yuan Xi Shuang's death wish was to give her a reason to live. Hatred towards the demons and guilt for her family's demise would sustain Yuan Xi Shuang, just as it had sustained her. Just as she once used it to unravel the world’s strongest bond. At the word "revenge," Yuan Xi Shuang's tears flowed anew. She recalled the night of massacre—the demons’ attack, her family’s deaths. Her lip bloodied as her teeth sank into it, sobbing deeply. “It’s my fault! I killed them all!” “I’m the one who should’ve died! Why am I the only one alive?!” “I don’t want to live! Why? Why?!” Each anguished shout pierced their hearts. Yuan Xi Shuang’s words echoed ones Jiu Ying had once cried to the heavens. Why must she bear such suffering? Never wanting the destined path, she first shared Fu Ling’s apathy for cultivating. Crying into her knees, the girl continued as Jiu Ying stood silent, knowing words could not lessen the pain—that of causing death to loved ones. She waited quietly as white robes covered the girl, and soon, exhaustion claimed her, and Yuan Xi Shuang fainted in the snow once more. A pair of eyes, swollen and red, bore tear stains upon her cheeks, painting a pitiful picture. Jiu Ying sighed softly, unable to discern her own feelings. After a moment of silence, she wrapped Yuan Xi Shuang in her embrace and carried her away from the frigid snowy mountain. Lin Yu Miao had not yet awakened, left behind at the mountain's base by the demoness who departed afterward. By the time Jiu Ying found him, several snow wolves surrounded him, tugging at his clothes as if he were merely prey. Lu Qi and the others had yet to emerge, likely still battling the demons. With no other options, Jiu Ying guarded the two unconscious individuals until nightfall, when others from the sects and clans arrived. Unexpectedly, the one who had escaped her earlier, Si Ding Yun, reappeared among the group. Everyone was overjoyed to see Yuan Xi Shuang rescued. Before Si Ding Yun could speak, someone proposed taking her to the Si family for recovery, offering their future care. Upon hearing this, there was silence among the four sects until Elder Xin Zhao shook his head, declaring that the Xuanming Sect was also willing to take responsibility for her future. Caught between both offers, Jiu Ying could only muster a cold smirk. With the Yuan family wiped out by demons, only the helpless fifth lady remained, and their eagerness to take her was merely to polish their virtuous reputations. If they truly cared, they would be speaking of treatment for her injuries. Tired of the hypocrites, Jiu Ying wrapped her arm around the young girl’s waist, ready to leave. "I'll take Miss Yuan to Yuchun Hall for now,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, making little effort to hide it. Not just Si Ding Yun, others also caught on. Looming around her were influential figures from major sects and clans, unused to such mockery from one so young. Though anger flared within them, none responded. Jiu Ying surveyed them coolly, her eyes finally settling on Lu Qi. She then softened her tone to remind him, "Young Master Lin is also gravely injured." Lu Qi nodded, glancing at the unconscious Lin Yu Miao, and swiftly decided to leave alongside her. As soon as he spoke, he seized Lin Yu Miao's arm, lifting him up. Without giving the others time to react, he followed Jiu Ying into the sky. The Far North lay far from their sects. Midway through the journey, Yuan Xi Shuang awoke from a nightmare. Opening her eyes, she saw the same face—beautiful yet cold and unyielding. Seldom leaving home, she neither recognized Jiu Ying nor knew her name. Yet, cradled in her arms, her first sight upon waking was of Jiu Ying, leading her to assume her rescue was solely due to Jiu Ying's actions. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ With Fu Ling set to appear in the next chapter, the second onset of the love curse will occur. Once she learns of her senior sister's past suffering, she'll care for and cherish her even more, understanding that her current happiness stems from those past pains. In their relationship, Fu Ling always holds her senior sister in the highest regard and reverence. Even if circumstances lead to her imprisoning her out of necessity, without her sister's consent, she won't act. While her emotions might be unrestrained, her actions will be controlled. No misunderstandings here; her sister only has eyes for Fu Ling, with no feelings for anyone else. Through all the stories written, Fu Ling is indubitably the most devoted protagonist. For every ounce of love her sister gives, Fu Ling returns it a thousandfold. Thank you to the little angels who cast golden tickets and provided nutritional fluids from 2020-11-24 23:43:52 to 2020-11-25 23:57:49~ Thanks to the angels who cast a grenade: 1 from Lu Guo; Thanks to the angels who provided nutritional fluids: Hua Qi Zhuo with 25 bottles; I deeply appreciate everyone's support, and I’ll continue to strive hard!