122 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

**Rebirth as the Malevolent Elder Sister, Chapter 122** (1/2) Jiu Ying listened to the soft plead next to her ear, and her heart inexplicably beat a little faster. She thought she understood Fu Ling and often used this understanding to gauge her thoughts, working hard to make her happy. However, after revealing the truth of the prophecy, their roles seemed to have reversed. Now that Fu Ling knew about her past life's experiences, she could accurately guess all of Jiu Ying's thoughts. Just mentioning the word 'bond' caused all her hidden worries and doubts to be detected by Fu Ling. Clearly, when it came to matters of love, Fu Ling was smarter and more sensitive than her. After a moment's silence, the person in her arms showed dissatisfaction by lightly nuzzling her shoulder, prompting her to finally relent and softly agree, "Mhm." "I trust you." Midnight had passed, and the city was devoid of any people. There was no light on the roadsides, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds, leaving just a few faintly twinkling stars in the vast night sky. The surroundings of their meeting place suddenly darkened. Fu Ling didn’t mind at all. She cherished each and every moment spent with Jiu Ying. With the ambiguity between them now clear, she had all the reason she needed to take liberties, like holding hands and embracing her. The long street was empty, perfect for a leisurely stroll. Recalling the image of Jiangbei Qing and Qin Shuyu strolling through the lantern festival at night, she also stealthily grabbed Jiu Ying's hand, gently swaying it. “I want my elder sister to take me to the lantern festival.” She coquettishly made her request, her big round eyes filled with vitality despite being slightly puffy, exuding the charm and innocence of a youthful girl. Jiu Ying glanced at her, and her lips subconsciously curved into a smile. She enjoyed seeing Fu Ling this carefree, which made her feel both at ease and happy. If possible, she’d be willing to pay any price to ensure Fu Ling lived a life without worries. The atmosphere was so delightful that even she began to savor this moment, hoping time would slow down. What a childish thought. Yet it was only when she was with Fu Ling that she could forget her past pains and experience the joy of life once more. Their fingers intertwined naturally. As they stepped off the sky bridge, the trees lining the street became adorned with lanterns, suddenly illuminating their surroundings as if it were daylight. The stray lanterns scattered on the road disappeared, revealing a clean and cozy path. Not far away, voices could be heard. Looking ahead, they saw street vendors selling lanterns and several young couples perusing them, occasionally bargaining with the sellers. Such a vivid scene made even Jiu Ying question if her eyes were deceiving her. In just a moment, the lantern festival had undergone a dramatic transformation. Taking Fu Ling towards the end of the street, she realized that all of this was merely an illusion created by enchantment. No wonder it was called a Heavenly Illusion. The mirage created by the spell left no flaws for the naked eye to detect. In the contemporary world, no one could match Fu Ling’s level of control over spiritual energy. Still in awe, the young girl next to her brought over two paired lanterns. Before she could refuse, Fu Ling placed them into her hands. “Paired lanterns, I had wanted to give them to you that night, but you didn’t show up, so I had to toss them into the water.” The girl spoke with a hint of grievance. Jiu Ying, detecting the wrong tone, hurriedly offered soothing words, "Missing the appointment was my fault. It won't happen again." “Three years from now, if the mortal world holds another lantern festival, we can come back if you’re still interested.” A promise that would take years to fulfill brought a bright smile to Fu Ling's face. She simply couldn't refuse. “You said it, sister. No lying to me!” Though attempting to appear composed, inwardly she was pleased. Her overwhelming emotions caused the illusion to become unstable. The passersby halted mid-step, as if frozen, unable to move an inch. The young man by the lantern stall negotiating stopped talking, rendering him statue-like too. Jiu Ying noted the scene and couldn’t help but furrow her brows. By now, even she could see— Fu Ling found contentment in her presence so easily. With just a small promise, her heart was moved, her illusion faltered. From a magical perspective, this wasn’t necessarily a good thing. Realizing Fu Ling’s immense regard for her, Jiu Ying was both astonished and slightly concerned. Glancing around, the illusion's time seemed to pause before the unreal passersby became lively again. Yet she remained uneasy. Looking again at the young girl beside her, still bearing a genuine smile, she appeared oblivious to anything amiss. Only when a cold voice sounded in her ear did she gradually come to her senses. “In cultivation, maintaining a stable mind is key. An unstable mind can lead to trouble at critical moments, especially with illusions, which are most vulnerable to emotional swings.” Why bring this up during such a wonderful moment? Fu Ling’s smile faded, her brow furrowed. Being admonished by someone she adored irked her, so she sulked for a moment before begrudgingly replying, “I understand.” Her displeased tone gave away her annoyance. Jiu Ying’s eyes flickered. It wasn’t that she was truly blaming Fu Ling; she was merely concerned about her being consumed by affection, allowing love to sway her spirit—an error in cultivation that prompted her stern tone. The mood quieted for a while. Fortunately, this time, the illusion remained intact, not disrupted by Fu Ling’s fallen mood. Jiu Ying glanced down, seeing the girl before her standing with downcast eyes, holding a pair of lanterns, refusing to look at her. She felt an inexplicable guilt. The aim was to cheer Fu Ling up tonight, and now it seemed they'd ended up in a teaching session. It dawned on her that her earlier words might have dampened the ambiance. After a moment of silence, she finally explained in a soft voice, “An unstable heart is a major taboo in cultivation. Emotions, whether joy or sorrow, love or hate, should not dominate. If something goes wrong, it can lead to stagnation or, in the worst case, obsession. Even with your profound skills, this cannot be ignored.” Despite saying this much, it had no effect. Fu Ling still looked wounded. Jiu Ying frowned, caught in a dilemma. The girl lifted her head, quickly giving her a glance. That fleeting look was filled with deep affection. It only made Jiu Ying feel more guilty. Perhaps, she had been too harsh with her words for someone so young experiencing love for the first time. How could anyone truly live up to the lofty teachings— “To keep the heavens in your heart, to wrap the universe into your soul; to let happiness and sorrow, love and hate, be dictated by fate.” Such simple words were far easier said than done. Jiu Ying sighed, recognizing she might be placing too high an expectation on Fu Ling. Intending to cheer her up, she was interrupted by a very soft voice that only she, being so close, could hear. “Sister, hug me~” Hug? Jiu Ying’s expression shifted slightly. Despite Fu Ling clearly being upset, her behavior seemed more like a moody plea. During her moment of confusion, another breeze carried two more soft-spoken words her way, "But I still like sister very much—" "I truly didn’t mean it—" Hearing such words felt both embarrassing and endearing. Jiu Ying couldn’t fathom where Fu Ling had learned to speak like this, hurriedly averting her gaze, avoiding the charming little face before her. No matter how cold or indifferent one might be, such deliberate affection continually wears down defenses. Jiu Ying lowered her head, her thick eyelashes lightly fluttering with her breath, casting a delicate shadow on her lower eyelids, a breathtaking sight. Lost in looking at her, Fu Ling forgot the previous exchange. She hadn’t gotten her fill when Jiu Ying’s exquisite and aloof face suddenly vanished. The next moment, a magnificent and dominant golden dragon appeared in the sky. The dragon's tail flicked, and a strong wind arose. In her daze, she was about to be blown away. Standing in place, she was still lost in thought when a cool female voice brought her back to reality— “Come up.” The low, indifferent voice carried a certain demanding authority. Fu Ling’s face turned beet red. Before she could react, another gust of wind effortlessly lifted her onto the dragon's back. While teasing Jiu Ying, she wasn’t shy about saying all kinds of sweet nothings, yet now riding on her, she was too shy to utter a word. Blushing intensely, it took quite a while for the cool breeze high aloft to soothe the heat from her cheeks. The dragon form, her ride, was both swift and steady. Looking up, she felt she had never been so close to the sky, as if she could reach out and touch the stars. Under her palms were rows of scales, gleaming with golden light. A breathtaking view. She couldn't contain her excitement, lightly tracing her fingertips over the scales and even bending down to rub her face gently against them. Though the dragon scales were inherently hard, she felt none of this. She adored everything about Jiu Ying—whether in human form or dragon form—which drew her deep into infatuation. Surrounded by strong winds, howling past her ears, she was deaf to all other sounds. Fu Ling was unaware of where Jiu Ying was taking her, but as they flew higher, a bit of fear crept in, prompting her to wrap her arms around the dragon's back. It was the first time Jiu Ying had allowed her to ride on her in dragon form, an event of special significance to her. Resting her face against the dragon's scales for a moment, new thoughts arose. An unmentionable, whimsical thought. She wanted to kiss Jiu Ying—the dragon form of Jiu Ying. It was unrelated to desire, driven purely by fondness. As the night wind intensified, her heart burned even hotter. After a bit of inner turmoil, she couldn’t help but subtly turn her head and press her soft lips to the most beautiful dragon scale beside her, stealthily giving it a peck. It was so quick; she barely had time to savor the sensation. Her heart raced fast and hard, even coloring her ears pink. Afraid of Jiu Ying noticing, yet unable to curb her yearning for closeness, she ultimately succumbed to her feelings— Kissing the dragon scale once more. Her lips felt the cool touch, yet she relished it. Just as she leaned in for a third kiss, she suddenly found herself suspended in the air, plummeting straight down from great heights. The golden dragon vanished, and a white shadow swiftly caught the descending girl. Their bodies clung together, one above the other, as they swiftly fell from the sky, ultimately landing with a thud in a patch of mud. Jiu Ying lay below, holding Fu Ling tightly in her arms. Despite the fall, there wasn’t much pain; it just left both their hair and clothing dirty. Fu Ling lay dazed against Jiu Ying's chest, regaining her senses only after a considerable time had passed. Reluctant to get up, she lingered on that soft chest, enjoying her comforting presence. Only after a long while did she reluctantly roll over, lying beside Jiu Ying. They were high above, close to the heavens, and the moonlight was extraordinarily bright, illuminating their faces clearly. The wind had paled Fu Ling's complexion, while Jiu Ying’s bore an unusual flush. The more she looked, the more enchanting Jiu Ying appeared. Unwittingly, Fu Ling leaned closer, her voice imbued with unspeakable affection, “Sister, where are we?” Jiu Ying’s expression was unreadable, but her cheeks were a deeper shade of red as she saw Fu Ling approaching, "The Heaven’s Edge, central region." Heaven’s Edge, a legendary place closest to the heavens. But why just the central part? Bewildered, Fu Ling impulsively asked, “Why didn’t we fly to the top?” At this, Jiu Ying’s expression subtly changed. Though she was a dragon spirit, she was originally a carp—less naturally gifted compared to true-born dragons. A true-born dragon spirit could ascend Heaven’s Edge effortlessly, but she needed spells to assist her. Earlier, as they soared, the restless girl on her back easily broke her spell, causing her to lapse into emotional instability—a major taboo. Before reaching Heaven’s Edge, they fell halfway through the flight. Her eyes held a hint of embarrassment as she struggled to speak, her face growing redder. Fu Ling, noticing the lack of response, pressed on, “Sister, why aren’t you speaking?” The culprit behind the interruption, now feigning innocence. Jiu Ying sighed lightly, her features a mix of hidden shyness and indignation. The prolonged silence left Fu Ling puzzled. She blinked, her gaze landing on Jiu Ying’s exquisite, cold face. Their eyes met, and a sudden trace of tension filled the air. Jiu Ying lowered her gaze, avoiding the girl’s eyes. Once her eyes were averted, she finally moved her lips and softly explained, "My emotions were unsteady, disrupting the spell that holds my dragon form, so naturally, I couldn’t reach the Heaven’s Edge." "Why were your emotions unsteady? Didn’t you just teach me that’s a major taboo in spellcasting?” Fu Ling still didn’t understand. Her repeated questioning only made Jiu Ying’s demeanor more unnatural. Another breeze passed, further entwining the mood between them. Jiu Ying glanced up, her eyes meeting the girl’s, her lips finally revealing the truth— "Because you kissed me." ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Not just once, but twice. At the end of the day, she kissed her elder sister who wasn’t wearing clothes. As for whether she kissed her waist or her back, you can fill in the blanks yourself, haha. 55555, both of them are so adorable. Several sweet chapters, haven’t you had enough yet? Haha. 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