114 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Days and Nights of the Reincarnated Malicious Elder Sister GL - Chapter 114 (Part 1/2) Lin Yu Miao lay unconscious for an entire week on the journey. Only upon reaching Yu Spring Hall did Jiu Ying finally comprehend the severity of his injuries. As a sword cultivator, the most crucial aspects are not just his sword skills but the hand that wields the sword. That day, to save Yuan Xi Shuang, Lin Yu Miao struck ten desperate blows against the Soul-Severing Array. Though he succeeded in breaking the barrier and rescuing her, the backlash from the array severely injured his right hand. For at least the next decade, he would be unable to wield a sword with his right hand. Once having the potential to become one of the world's greatest swordsmen, he now couldn't even lift a sword. Jiu Ying gazed at the pale young man lying in bed, overwhelmed with guilt, unable to accept such an outcome. In their previous life, Lin Yu Miao was beaten to death by Si Qi for saving her; in this life, he lost a hand to save Yuan Xi Shuang. Why is it that the virtuous and righteous always endure such trials? Lu Qi was aware of the intricacies of the situation and said little, only letting out a sigh of helplessness. As the leader of the Lingjian Sect, he knew well what kind of person Lin Yu Miao was. Even if he had told him beforehand that saving Yuan Xi Shuang would cost him his right hand, Lin Yu Miao would still have chosen to save her. It was his own choice, in the end, not a fault of others. Just as Lu Qi had predicted, Lin Yu Miao accepted his injured hand with a calm demeanor once he regained consciousness. Noticing Jiu Ying's apologetic expression, he even managed to voice his comfort, "There's no need for you to feel guilty. When I swung my first sword, I knew I would face the backlash from the array; I just didn't anticipate it would be so severe." "The situation was dire. You had already done your utmost to save Miss Yuan; when it was my turn to contribute, how could I preserve my life at the expense of others?" "I could not watch Miss Yuan be consumed by fire, nor let the demon dragon into the world. Though my right hand is injured, it hasn't been completely ruined; it will get better one day." His sincere words were deeply moving. Jiu Ying pressed her lips together in silence, feeling a pang of regret and pain in her eyes. She wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. In life, there are often many situations beyond one's control. Even when given a second chance, attempting to steer one's destiny remains an impossibility. She turned her head away, her eyes showing a faint redness. The room was filled with people, including Jiu Ying and Lu Qi. Lin Yu Miao propped himself up on his left hand and surveyed the space, not finding Yuan Xi Shuang among the crowd. Turning to Lu Qi, his handsome face showed signs of fatigue, but his voice remained low and strong. "Leader, how is Miss Yuan's condition?" "Her body is recovering, but since losing her family, she's the only one left of the Yuan family, leading her to harbor thoughts of despair. Yu Spring Hall has arranged for several healing practitioners to watch over her," Lu Qi replied. Upon hearing this, Lin Yu Miao's expression shifted slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he responded, "In that case, please refrain from informing her about my injury. I'm worried it would further upset her." Yuan Xi Shuang's reluctance to live on stems from feeling responsible for many deaths. If she learned that a sword cultivator couldn't wield a sword for her sake, she might be even more inclined toward death. Everyone in the room heard his words and silently sighed. They were moved but also filled with a sense of loss. The most outstanding disciple of this generation from the four sects, the youngest genius sword cultivator of the Lingjian Sect, would no longer be able to hold a sword. It was tragic and sad. As people began to leave, Jiu Ying was the only one who remained. She still couldn't let go. "I'm sorry." "I didn't expect this outcome." "If I had known—" "‘If’," Lin Yu Miao intervened before she could finish, "is a concept that doesn't exist in this world. Even if I had known, I would still choose to save you." "This matter was my own choice, irrelevant to you." Jiu Ying's red lips moved slightly as her heart eased slightly. Only now did she realize why, in their previous life, Lin Yu Miao was so determined to save her, refusing to abandon her even when Si Qi eventually discovered them. Because that's just the kind of person he was, needing no other reason. In a chaotic world, there are always those who remain committed to their inner sense of justice and goodness, willing to give everything for the people and things they care about, even life itself. Like Fu Ling; and like Lin Yu Miao. They were alike yet distinct in their particular ways. Seemingly foolish, but this world needs such people the most. Jiu Ying's eyes turned slightly red, and after a long silence, she walked to the corner, picked up the Lingxu Sword still sheathed, and handed it to the young man in bed. His right hand could no longer hold a sword. Lin Yu Miao looked at the familiar sword before him, feeling a pang of pain in his heart. Though saving others was his choice, sacrificing his hand essentially meant giving up the Lingxu Sword. He still recalled the moment the Lingxu Sword shielded him from harm—the first and perhaps the last time he was acknowledged by it. Unfortunately, the moment was fleeting, passing too quickly for him to fully experience before slipping away. He raised his right hand, attempting to grip the sword, but the residual array energy seized his bones, instantly repelling his attempt to reach for any sword. The pain was excruciating, seeping from the bones outward, unbearable for anyone. Jiu Ying observed him, her lips pressed tighter. Yet she didn't retract her hand; instead, she nudged the sword closer. Unsure of her intent, Lin Yu Miao hesitated but eventually extended his left hand to accept the sword. "The right hand can wield a sword, but so can the left. If Master Lin is willing, before the right hand recovers, why not try practicing with the left hand?" The left hand? Lin Yu Miao was taken aback, evidently not having considered this possibility. There were countless sword techniques in the world, but all he'd practiced were for the right hand. He'd never heard of techniques suitable for the left. He raised his head, an expression of slight surprise at the suggestion. Sensing his concerns, Jiu Ying's expression shifted subtly, her lips moving slightly before she assured, "I know where to find a left-handed sword manual—" *** Ten days after being saved, Yuan Xi Shuang continued her days in tears, having never relinquished thoughts of despair. Attempts to console her were futile, except for Jiu Ying, who could briefly soothe her. Such a pitiable young girl, the more she cried, the deeper the affection she elicited. The healers at Yu Spring Hall, upon seeing her distress, were moved, immediately fetching Jiu Ying without awaiting her request. That day, as Yuan Xi Shuang cried, wishing to join her parents, poised to leap from the window, Jiu Ying entered just in time to save her once more. Turning, her eyes were brimming with tears, highlighting her delicate and pure visage. Lin Yu Miao was present as well. She had previously encountered Lin Yu Miao, aware of his role in her rescue, yet after a mere glance, she quickly shifted her gaze back to Jiu Ying. Without speaking, her watery eyes alone sparked compassion. Despite the passing days, her desire for death remained relentless, leaving Jiu Ying with no alternative but to offer gentle counsel as she had before. Meanwhile, Lin Yu Miao observed quietly as if an outsider. With a handkerchief clutched in her hand, Yuan Xi Shuang neared Jiu Ying, softly speaking as she reached her, "They said you're going to leave, is that true?" Since leaving Qing Zhu Sect, over two weeks had passed. Jiu Ying was indeed preparing to depart. She missed everything about her sect, and even more, she missed Fu Ling. She longed to see her again, to ascertain if she had obeyed her words and remained safely in the sect, waiting for her return. Days apart had only intensified her yearning, even the mere thought of Fu Ling's lively face bringing warmth to Jiu Ying’s heart. Her normally cold eyes seemed to thread with a touch of warmth. She nodded, affirming the matter directly, "I will leave today." As soon as her words fell, she turned to glance at the young man beside her, "Miss Yuan, this is Lin Yu Miao of the Lingjian Sect. His efforts were instrumental in rescuing you from the Divine Flame Abyss. Lin Yu Miao’s merit should not go unrecognized." Although Lin Yu Miao asked everyone to hide his injury from Yuan Xi Shuang, Jiu Ying hoped he would receive due appreciation and respect. Upon hearing this, Yuan Xi Shuang's cheeks flushed slightly, making her appear even more delicate and fragile. As she looked at Lin Yu Miao, her eyes briefly landed on his limp right hand before a flicker of indifference passed through her eyes. Despite any reluctance she felt, with Jiu Ying by her side, she nodded toward Lin Yu Miao, expressing her gratitude. "Thank you, Master Lin, for saving my life." To Lin Yu Miao, Yuan Xi Shuang held a unique presence. In saving her, he learned not to fear failure and to pursue what he truly desired. Her gentle thanks stirred a rare sense of unease in him. Not until Jiu Ying touched his arm did he remember to respond, "No need, it was what I had to do." Forever carrying that wood-like demeanor. Jiu Ying gazed out the window, and suddenly recalled the scene she had witnessed when entering—the moment when Yuan Xi Shuang cried out, seeking death. The effort she, Lin Yu Miao, and the demon princess expended to save this person seemed futile when Yuan Xi Shuang constantly sought death. Having experienced loss herself, Jiu Ying could understand Yuan Xi Shuang's suicidal thoughts; yet, as someone who had saved her—especially considering the great cost Lin Yu Miao paid—Jiu Ying found it unbearable to see Yuan Xi Shuang repeatedly attempt to end her life. She sighed, her voice icy and her tone carrying a hint of sternness, "Your life was saved through our utmost effort. Even if you don't cherish it, you should consider those who wish for you to live—not just me and Master Lin, but your deceased relatives too—they surely wish for you to live well." "Besides, with your great revenge unfulfilled, how could you face your relatives in the afterlife if you died now? If you truly wish to thank Master Lin and me, the best way is to live well." Yuan Xi Shuang listened in a daze, her eyes welling up with tears once again. She turned away, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, unaware if the words had resonated. She remained silent even as Jiu Ying left. Jiu Ying eventually had to go. Yuan Xi Shuang understood that Jiu Ying saved her at the request of the Four Sects and Eight Clans. The two of them were unlikely to cross paths otherwise. She wished Jiu Ying could stay with her, at least until she could move past the shadow of her family's massacre. But she knew she didn't have the right to ask for such a thing. Their parting was bound to be brief; she and Jiu Ying would surely meet again one day. After leaving Yu Spring Hall, Jiu Ying headed directly for Qing Zhu Sect. She didn't inform the sect of her return, wanting to surprise Fu Ling. Upon her return, everyone rejoiced to hear she had saved Yuan Xi Shuang, yet among the crowd, one person was notably absent—the person she missed the most. Only after the surrounding voices faded did she hastily ask the question plaguing her mind: “Why hasn’t Fu Ling come?” The girl who always waited at the gate for her wasn't there this time. Though Jiu Ying's face showed a smile, her eyes betrayed a sharp chill. Spring Mirth chuckled lightly in response before explaining, "Ms. Jiang from Tian Gua Sect sent word recently. The last great demon, the inverse Crane, had fled to the mortal realm, causing chaos there. She wanted Senior Sister to subdue it, but when Senior Sister declined, Junior Sister Fu Ling volunteered to go with Master Gao from Xuanming Sect and Master Fang from Fuyang Sect." "We heard recently that they succeeded in subduing it. Unaware of Sister's return, we didn’t get the chance to inform you sooner." So, that was what happened? Upon learning the truth of Fu Ling's absence, the chill in Jiu Ying's eyes melted away, replaced by a complex and profound emotion. The Fu Ling who used to rely on her had grown into someone capable of subduing demons on her own. Even without Jiu Ying, Fu Ling was thriving. Realizing this, Jiu Ying felt a pang of discomfort. She wished for Fu Ling’s strength but hadn’t expected her to grow so quickly. So quickly that Jiu Ying feared she might no longer be needed by Fu Ling one day. The mere thought of this possibility left her unsettled. She wanted to see Fu Ling immediately. The mortal realm wasn’t far from the cultivation realm. In just half a day, she reached the boundary between the two realms. As she had left in the afternoon, by the time she found Fu Ling and the others, it was already night. The same people, the same scene. Only without her and Lin Yu Miao. Jiang Bei Qing, Qin Shu Yu, Fang Si Jian, and Gao Tian Lian were seated around the fire, watching Fu Ling and He Yu Hen spar not far away. Everyone had smiles in their eyes. The familiar scent of baked goods lingered in the air, no doubt Qin Shu Yu's doing. Jiu Ying approached silently; it wasn’t until she stood a short distance behind them that she softly called out, "Fu Ling—" The voice was so gentle; it felt like a dream. Fu Ling sheathed her sword and took two steps back, thinking she misheard. She turned with a smile, and her gaze met a slender, graceful figure with a fair complexion. Just one look left her frozen in place, letting the scimitar slip from her grasp. "Is it really Sister?" She doubted her own eyes. Seeing Fu Ling’s surprise, Jiu Ying couldn't help but smile warmly and called out again, "Ling Ling—" “Are you in shock?” Everyone witnessing the scene couldn't resist their smiles. He Yu Hen picked up the dragon-slaying sword for Fu Ling, waving it before her with a teasing laugh, “It’s your Senior Sister, aren’t you going to her?” Only then did Fu Ling finally react entirely— This wasn't a dream nor an illusion. It was the real, tangible presence of her beloved Senior Sister, here to find her. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ After half a month apart, the child's mind has dulled from surprise. 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