115 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Reincarnated as the Malicious Senior Sister: Chapter 115 Under the cool shade of the tree stood Jiu Ying, a tranquil beauty with raven black hair. Her eyes, gentle and soft, adorned with a slight affectionate smile, fixated on a girl in the center of the crowd. Words were unnecessary, for the yearning in her heart was vividly communicated through her gaze. It had been half a month since they last met, and even from afar, Jiu Ying's heart melted into a gentle warmth at the sight of Fu Ling. Perhaps influenced by Qiao Miss’s ethereal presence, she often found herself reminiscing about past experiences. The more she thought about it, the more grateful she was for this second chance. She was fortunate to have stopped Fu Ling from repeating the same mistakes as before. What did Fu Ling truly mean to her? She could not say for certain, yet she was willing to present all the world's treasures and beauties to Fu Ling. She always yearned to give Fu Ling the very best. While the others laughed by the fire, Fu Ling could not hear any of it. In this moment, the world was silent to her, leaving only the presence of her and her senior sister. She moved forward, ignoring everyone's gaze, and dashed towards Jiu Ying. Without hesitation, she flung herself into Jiu Ying's arms, clinging tightly to the slender waist. Resting her head on Jiu Ying's shoulder, her lips close to the milky-white neck, she inhaled the familiar cool fragrance of green plums unique to Jiu Ying. Despite its chilly aroma, once it floated into her heart, it ignited a small flame, warming and stirring her heart. She felt an urge—to do something with the woman before her. The exposed softness of Jiu Ying's neck exuded an alluring charm. Her flawless profile, with a high-bridged nose and luxurious eyelashes, was as captivating as a gentle breeze, fanning the flame in Fu Ling's heart even further. All sounds ceased. Fu Ling heard nothing else and felt as if she had lost her mind, her thoughts dominated by the memory of a kiss witnessed in a vision. She longed for intimacy with her senior sister. When she heard Jiu Ying call her "Ling Ling" with a smile, that desire rooted in her heart, turning into a constant, haunting thought— What would it be like to taste those thin, cold lips? She parted her lips, her breathing becoming erratic and her cheeks flushed, as she instinctively leaned towards Jiu Ying's neck. In that moment of passion, desire was at its peak. Before Fu Ling could make a move, her heart was suddenly seized by an invisible hand, pulling her sharply from her daydreams. Kissing—was a luxury she dared not even dream of. Biting her lower lip, she endured the intense pain in her heart, resting her forehead against Jiu Ying's shoulder, her body trembling slightly. She forced herself to suppress the brewing desires in her mind, allowing the pain to subside slightly. Before journeying to the human realm, she had learned from Fang Yuan Qing that the medicine given by the sect elders to suppress her heart condition was a potion to quell desires and sever emotions. She did not understand why the elders had deceived her into taking such a potion and dared not question recklessly. She only wanted to ask Jiu Ying about it once she had gathered the courage. But at this very moment upon meeting her, she found herself without the courage to ask— She feared hearing what she did not wish to hear. For instance, that Jiu Ying never actually loved her. She preferred deceiving herself. Once the pain in her heart faded, she lifted her head slightly, stealing a quick glance at Jiu Ying before averting her gaze elsewhere. She dared not meet Jiu Ying's enthralling eyes again. Inside her chest were countless whispers meant for Jiu Ying alone, but by the time they reached her lips, all she could utter were the simplest six words— "Senior Sister, I missed you so." Leaving alone for the first time, parting from Jiu Ying for the first time, she always wore a smile, but when alone, it was always her senior sister, Jiu Ying, whom she missed most dearly. Her voice, so tender and filled with grievance, tugged at one's heart. Jiu Ying pursed her lips; this time, she did not reject Fu Ling's approach. She did not push the girl away; she even responded with a soft 'hmm,' acknowledging that she had heard. She wanted to tell Fu Ling that she missed her too. But logic prevailed—saying such words would only lead to misunderstanding. Embraced quietly for a moment, Jiu Ying's resolve settled, and she stepped back, creating distance between them. Passion surged beneath the surface. One pursued, the other evaded. Though both were aware of the truth, they chose to act as if nothing was amiss. Fu Ling's palms felt empty, her fingers twitching softly at her sides. With her head lowered, Jiu Ying could not see Fu Ling's expression. Except for the confession filled with 'longing' earlier, her demeanor seemed somewhat downcast. Jiu Ying's lips moved slightly, reluctant, before she took a step closer, holding Fu Ling's hand and leading her into the shadows. The two appeared intimately close, and being senior and junior sisters, only Fang Yuan Qing and Qin Shu Yu suspected anything beyond that. Jiang Bei Qing, with his straightforward nature, had witnessed countless similar scenes. Yet seeing Qin Shu Yu beside him, gazing entranced at the hand-holding pair, left him puzzled. "What are you looking at?" Pulled from her reverie by his voice, Qin Shu Yu recalled the pair of mandarin duck pastries Fu Ling had crafted, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes. She smiled lightly, her gaze lingering on Jiang Bei Qing's charming face before shaking her head with a touch of regret in her voice. "Nothing, I'm just a bit envious, that's all." True love was elusive, regardless of being women. She and Si Xiao, though briefly wed, had never shared warmth or care. Perhaps she would never again experience the taste of love in this lifetime. Jiang Bei Qing, unaware of the true meaning behind her words, misunderstood her envy was of the sisterly bond between Jiu Ying and Fu Ling, and smiled. "Are you envious of Miss Jiu Ying, or of Miss Fu Ling? If the former, I could call you Senior Sister too, letting you enjoy the joy of being one. If the latter, I'll be your Senior Sister, spoiling and protecting you. What do you think?" His sincerity was evident. Though Qin Shu Yu felt resigned, her lips curved slightly into a smile. Miss Jiang, oblivious to matters of the heart, entirely misunderstood the more profound bond between Fu Ling and Jiu Ying—beyond mere sisterhood. Her gaze turned back to Jiang Bei Qing, amusement deepening in her eyes— Such a simpleton, she thought. She wondered who might eventually win her heart. "Why aren't you speaking?" Jiang Bei Qing waited but received no response, assuming Qin Shu Yu was too shy to reply. He pressed further, leaving Qin Shu Yu at a loss for words. Still met with silence, Jiang Bei Qing leaned in closer, daring to softly address her as "Shu Yu Senior Sister." Too much. Hearing this, Qin Shu Yu blushed lightly, feeling as though she had been flirted with. She raised her eyes, casting a light glare at Jiang Bei Qing before snatching a piece of candied pastry and stuffing it into those tempting lips. "Stop calling me that!" Her face turned noticeably red. Swallowing the pastry, Jiang Bei Qing was about to speak when Qin Shu Yu rose and turned away, heading inside. Jiang Bei Qing was left puzzled about why Qin Shu Yu had suddenly left. She had only meant to cheer her up, but it hadn't worked as intended. Thinking over it, she took another fragrant cake from the platter and followed her inside. Biting into it, the taste of the pastry was as sweet as the blushing Qin Shu Yu, suffused with sweetness at every turn. *** This place was Jiang Bei Qing's find for Qin Shu Yu in the human realm—a bamboo grove surrounded by mountains and water, ideal in location and a place of excellent feng shui. Jiu Ying led Fu Ling by the hand, walking some distance from the bamboo house until no one else was in sight, then finally stopped. Whether by chance or intent, Jiu Ying subtly let go, releasing their tightly held hands. Fu Ling lowered her eyes, unfazed, as if she had expected Jiu Ying to let go. In the cover of shadows, she dared no longer hide her admiration and longing. Such intense and ardent gazes instantly alerted Jiu Ying to the shift— Something had changed between them, unnoticed and unaddressed. Facing it was daunting, and avoiding it was easier, so she looked away, unwilling to meet those love-filled eyes. She lifted her gaze to the luminous night sky, where stars twinkled endlessly, much like Fu Ling's bright and captivating eyes. When one's heart harbors affection for someone, everything seems tinted with that person's presence. Jiu Ying's subtle shift of expression betrayed her, compelling her to withdraw her gaze, even from the stars above. Silence lingered. As if synchronized, they both spoke up after a shared moment— "Did Junior Sister Chunxi say Ni Jiao has been subdued?" "Did you rescue Miss Qiao, Senior Sister?" Both spoke simultaneously, their eyes meeting and filled with complex emotions difficult to decipher. This little moment of harmony brought a smile to Fu Ling's face. She relished and cherished such moments, for this tacit understanding made her feel as if she and Jiu Ying were like real lovers—mutually understanding, two hearts in sync. She bit her lip, a faint smile at the corner of her eyes, the previous gloom evaporating completely. All she felt now was a timid joy bubbling from the depths of her heart. Facing Jiu Ying, she was always easily satisfied. "You go first, Senior Sister~" Seeing Fu Ling smile, Jiu Ying felt much at ease. In just a short moment, the two of them had returned to their usual mode of interaction. One was the senior sister, the other the junior sister. A relationship pure and simple, with no entanglements of love. This atmosphere relaxed her. Looking at Fu Ling, she took a moment before responding, "Ni Jiao—" But as soon as she uttered the words, Fu Ling was quick to recount the entire process of subduing the great demon in detail. After Ni Jiao fled to the human realm, he hid within the capital city, spreading disease wherever he went. By the time Jiang Bei Qing brought Qin Shu Yu over, many had already perished. Later, when Fang Yuan Qing and others received a letter, they all left the sect to capture the demon. Having worked together on previous occasions, the subjugation of Ni Jiao went smoothly this time as well. To celebrate the dispersal of the plague, the capital would soon host a grand lantern festival held every three years. This kind of festive event was unheard of in the cultivation world, and everyone wanted to join the fun, so they decided to stay a few extra days. Lanterns, besides being a way to offer prayers for blessings, also held romantic connotations. It's said that during the lantern festival, if one's beloved received their lantern, it symbolized a willingness to join hands and spend a lifetime together. What a beautiful prospect. To express one's intentions through a lantern, the first step was to invite one's beloved to attend the festival together. For reasons unknown, Fu Ling's heartbeat quickened. Her eyes sparkled with youthful affection and budding love. Moments later, she looked up at Jiu Ying, mustering all her courage, and softly and cautiously asked— "Senior Sister, would you go to the lantern festival with me?" ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Senior Sister is so beautiful that young Fu's impulses are hard to reign in with just one glance, yet such thoughts are forbidden. Despite Jiang Bei Qing's obliviousness, her flirting skills are indeed sharp! (The vibe of a straight girl teasing another) Thank you to the little angels who cast overlord tickets or poured nutritional fluids for me between 2020-11-26 23:58:35 and 2020-11-27 22:54:49~ Thanks to the little angels who provided nutritional fluids: Aowu 35 bottles; NaiheQingfeng, TianfengQieWanni, Xiao Yueban 10 bottles; gloryers-Amu 6 bottles; WuyuZhiChuan 5 bottles; Thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard!