125 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

The Days and Nights of Being Reborn as the Evil Senior Sister - Chapter 125 In the face of such provocation, Zhong Yu stayed unperturbed and even let out a hearty laugh. He reached out, brushed aside his beard and hair, and abruptly opened his cloudy old eyes, shooting sharp glances towards Fu Ling. Having cultivated the way of the sword for decades, he could tell that the girl had managed to seize the sword from him because she had attained the state of 'unity of human and sword.' Yet ironically, she wasn't even a sword cultivator. He stepped back, squinted, and lifted his solitary arm, causing a black long sword to appear out of thin air and land steadily in his left hand. With a slight motion of his elbow, the sword automatically unsheathed. Without giving Jiu Ying and Lin Yumiao a chance to intervene, the old man and the young girl began their duel. Fu Ling wasn't skilled in swordsmanship; the only set of sword moves she knew was what Lin Yumiao had taught her in the past at the Si family. Her challenge with the sword served two purposes: to showcase Lin Yumiao's self-created sword technique to Zhong Yu and to encourage Lin Yumiao by letting him see the prowess of the left-hand sword method, boosting his confidence in sword training. Victory or defeat wasn't relevant at all. Though continually on the backfoot, Fu Ling's lightweight, agile sword style and the assistance of Ling Xu Sword allowed her to fully execute a complete set of swordcraft. As the black sword sliced through the air towards her, she astonishingly flung her own longsword into the air. When it fell, she had already switched to holding the sword with her left hand. In that brief moment, she had managed to steal two moves from the elder. As the black sword thrust forward, she raised her left hand, wielding the sword and using a move Zhong Yu had employed to counter it. However, even though she absorbed the brunt of the strike, her physique couldn’t evade the residual sword aura, which instantly sent her flying. This was the left-hand sword technique that nearly killed Si Qi years ago—even with spiritual energy protection, Fu Ling could only withstand a single strike. Jiu Ying leaped forward, reaching the girl before she hit the ground and catching her in her arms. Zhong Yu had held back on that last strike, and although Fu Ling was thrown off, she remained unscathed. Lying in her senior sister's embrace, Fu Ling lifted her head with a faint, serene smile, as if the peril just now were of no concern. Seeing her like this, Jiu Ying pressed her lips together, an air of helplessness between her brows. Attempting to speak, she was preempted by Fu Ling, who guessed her intent and whispered softly into her ear, "Don't be angry, Senior Sister. Ling Ling did this to aid Brother Lin." "The sword moves I used during the duel are Brother Lin's creation. Demonstrating them before Senior Zhong would surely leave a profound impression on him." "Your past debt to Brother Lin is a burden I'll ensure we settle in this lifetime." Jiu Ying was taken aback, gazing with disbelief. It was because of this sentiment? In her previous life, Jiu Ying felt indebted to Lin Yumiao after he died erstwhile for her. Hearing Fu Ling's resolve now, a weak flame in her heart flared warmly, comforting her. Being cared for by someone dear is a truly cherished feeling, easily turning into a delightful habit. She was once cherished by all, Fu Ling was, but twenty years of captivity had made her forget what it felt like to be cared for, to be loved. The fragmented memories in her mind were of the life before she was bewitched, impressions she had always avoided recalling. Rich and joyous were those times, yet equally heartaching. Jiu Ying believed she would never revisit those days, but Fu Ling's simple statement shattered the icy facade around her heart. With the warmth and softness against her, confronting the pleasant memories of the past this time brought no discomfort. It was only now she found the courage to face her ten-year-old self from the previous life. Footsteps sounded close by, abruptly pulling her from her thoughts as Zhong Yu approached with Lin Yumiao. "You little girl, daring to stealthily learn my left-hand sword technique!" Despite his grievances about the stolen sword style, Zhong Yu's tone held little reproach. Fu Ling's lips curved into a mischievous smile, her flushed cheeks adorned with spirit and charm. Who among the elders wouldn't like such an endearing child? Looking at the gray-haired elder before her, a glint of humor flashed in her eyes, "Senior, it's just my skill!" Indeed, skill it was. Zhong Yu found himself speechless. Despite his disbelief, Fu Ling's talent in swordsmanship was undeniably high, not much inferior to his own when younger. To memorize and replicate complex and variable sword moves in such a brief timeframe—this wasn't achievable by memory alone. Sheathing his sword, he no longer pursued the matter, his demeanor softening, "What sword method was that you used earlier?" Hearing this, Fu Ling's eyes lit up instantly. She pushed Lin Yumiao forward before Zhong Yu, "It's Brother Lin's self-created sword style!" "Brother Lin is remarkably talented. Senior, please teach him the left-hand sword technique!" Praised thus, Zhong Yu cast a scrutinizing glance over the young man before him. Blowing his mustache, Zhong Yu scanned Lin Yumiao several times, later letting out a soft scoff, "Teach him the left-hand sword technique? Don’t think about it." He refused again. The instant he spoke, the expressions of the three shifted. Lin Yumiao tightly gripped the Ling Xu Sword, his cheeks devoid of color. Retracting his gaze from him, Zhong Yu's brows slightly knotted in a conflicted expression. Yet he didn’t alter his decision. About to persuade further, Fu Ling was halted by Zhong Yu's firm shake of the head— "Teaching him is impossible; teaching you is doable." "If you're keen to learn, stay behind; but he must leave today." Clearly, Zhong Yu was highly opposed to Lin Yumiao remaining there. His words abruptly cast a shadow over the atmosphere. Jiu Ying, quietly listening from the side, broke her prolonged silence with a gentle inquiry, "Senior, is there some unspeakable clause? Must one forsake their right arm to master the left-hand sword technique?" Unanticipated was Zhong Yu's trepidation laid bare by a simple guess, rendering him stunned before nodding with a heavy sigh, "Indeed, for ordinary sword cultivators to master the left-hand sword method, the prerequisite is severing their right arm. This young girl, however, is exceptional; her unrivaled talent in the way of the sword, coupled with her lack of formal training, allows her to learn the left-hand sword art without sacrificing an arm." Turning his gaze back to Lin Yumiao, "But he’s different. Should he wish to learn, his right arm must be relinquished." "I've ascertained that his injury from sword energy can be rehabilitated over time; losing an arm for this skill would be a colossal waste." "Should I teach him, meeting Lin Lai in the afterlife would surely call for a confrontation!" Lin Lai? Severed ties between master and disciple? Hearing these terms made Lin Yumiao's eyes widen, coming to the realization of the elder's identity. Like Lu Qi, his father Lin Lai was also a direct disciple of Zhong Yu. No wonder Zhong Yu had been urging him to leave, refusing to impart the left-hand sword technique—so much lay in this relationship. Still overwhelmed by the revelation, Lin Yumiao's lips moved for a moment before softly uttering, "Master—" Such a title bore incredible closeness. Years ago, to achieve a breakthrough in swordsmanship, Zhong Yu had self-amputated his right arm, leaving the Lingjian Sect to chase his path, never contacting the sect or its members again. Feeling undeserving of the responsibility of a sect master, hearing Lin Yumiao call him 'Master,' his instinctual dismissal waved away any recognition of their connection, "Don’t call me that; I have nothing to do with the Lingjian Sect anymore." A voice hoarse and aged, laced with bitterness and remorse. No connection? If that were true, how had he risen to defend during the Lingjian Sect's calamity in a previous life, determined to kill Si Qi at all costs? In a world rife with injustice, someone invariably upholds righteousness, maintaining integrity. A glance between Jiu Ying and Fu Ling revealed a mutual resonance in their eyes. Silence engulfed the air abruptly. Fu Ling glanced at the silenced Lin Yumiao and gave him another nudge, prompting him to continue. In such a scene, coaxing and pleading was perhaps the best method to soften Zhong Yu's stance. Given Lin Yumiao's introverted and reserved nature, Fu Ling herself almost felt compelled to act. Observing this unfold, Jiu Ying’s lips curled slightly upwards. Fu Ling's emotions were honest and fervent. Whether toward family or friends, she was always genuinely sincere. Oddly, a sense of pride and satisfaction filled Jiu Ying. Not for anything else, just knowing that the wonderful and outstanding Fu Ling before her was the result of her own teachings. With the chatter between Lin Yumiao and Zhong Yu ongoing, under the guise of her long sleeves, Jiu Ying extended a hand, fingers grazing Fu Ling's palm before intertwining their hands. A small gesture, steeped in intimacy, carrying a tinge of mischievous childlike delight. Feeling the warmth of their clasped hands, Fu Ling glanced fleetingly up at her beloved. In her view came a face of icy beauty adorned with a gentle smile. A quintessentially aloof beauty, when flashing a smile devoid of any coldness, appeared even more breathtakingly striking. Fu Ling had always adored beautiful things, and she was captivated by Jiu Ying's appearance the moment they met. Had it not been for this reason, she might not have made a fuss back then. This face, although she’d seen it countless times, never seemed to grow old to her eyes. There was a hint of infatuation in her gaze, and by the time she snapped out of it, Jiu Ying was already holding her hand, leading her to the edge of a clear spring. Earlier, too engrossed in the duel, she carelessly tossed her sword aside, leaving it on the ground. Jiu Ying, wary of this sword, dared not touch it and instead came to a halt. "This Dragon Slayer Saber, like the Ling Xu Sword, is an artifact, granted by the heavens. Though it hasn’t been used for many years and hasn't awakened, it doesn’t yet possess a spirit." "In the future, if it's bathed in dragon blood, you'll be able to communicate with it just as you do with Ling Xu Sword. At that time, you mustn't treat it so carelessly." Her gentle reminder seemed to fall on deaf ears with Fu Ling. The young girl picked up the sword without a word and rushed to the water’s edge. She touched her face, frowned slightly, then leaned down, examining her reflection carefully. The crystalline water reflected a charming and pure visage. Her brows were lively and her features delicate. Though indeed beautiful, it didn’t possess the breathtaking allure Jiu Ying had at first glance. For the first time in her life, Fu Ling felt dissatisfied with her looks. Things she found beautiful, Jiu Ying surely would too. Moreover, this face wasn’t just hers alone— In the past life, didn’t Senior Sister constantly face this very same face day and night? Could it be that Senior Sister was already tired of it? Fu Ling bit her lip, her thoughts spiraling into conviction. She stood up and quickly ran to Jiu Ying, placing Jiu Ying's hand on her own face, "Senior Sister, do you think I'm beautiful?" ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Jiu Ying, Senior Sister: You are the most beautiful in the world. A cheeky and adorably conceited reply. 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