135 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Reborn as the Malicious Senior Sister GL - Chapter 135 (1/2) The incense extinguished, and the fragrance slowly dissipated. Around her, the spirit beasts, drawn to this alluring scent, resumed their own activities. A dark-colored Qilin, about three feet away, shook its body and slowly approached the spring. Stretching its claws, it scratched the grass lazily and settled at the young girl's feet comfortably. It was clear—it harbored a strong affection for Fu Ling. This was not because of the pleasant-smelling incense but rather due to another aura emanating from her, a presence that invited familiarity—a sensation only divine beasts could sense. High above, Zhu Que sensed something as well, its fiery wings flapping as it descended gracefully to rest atop the Qilin. Back in the Misty Forest, Fu Ling tirelessly labored through the night, ignoring her hand injuries, simply to separate the bones of celestial, demon, and devil origins. Such a sincere effort not only allowed her to absorb the celestial energy from those bones but also granted her the rarest blessing in the world—the guardianship of celestial beings. This blessing exuding from her drew the two divine beasts near. Had she not been preempted by the sudden appearance of that egg, she might have already formed a bond with Qilin or Zhu Que by now. She sighed softly, appearing slightly helpless. After a moment of hesitation, she picked up the egg from the ground. The oval, dark egg lay quietly in her palm, extraordinarily small, and barely tangible by weight. The appearance was rather familiar. Recalling the chickens raised behind Qingzhu Sect, she had to admit—this egg truly resembled a chicken's egg. Particularly akin to a freshly laid egg from an old hen, warm and hot to the touch and surely delicious if boiled. She pouted discontentedly, gently complaining to the egg in her hand, "You better not hatch a chick out, or my senior sister would definitely laugh at me." A chick? The dark egg seemed to understand the word, rolling slightly in her soft palm. It was no chick—it was one of the ancient divine beasts, the Azure Dragon! Its status was comparable to that of Qilin and Zhu Que. To be mistaken for a chicken egg merely because of its small size was a blow to its pride. Unaware of the egg's budding awareness, Fu Ling called it 'little chick' twice more, teasingly. Infuriated, it swiftly plunged into the spring. The bond wasn't formed yet, after all. Panicked, Fu Ling rolled up her sleeves and reached into the water to retrieve the egg. Though the spring was shallow, locating such a small egg was no easy feat. Despite searching thoroughly, she only managed to find some smooth little stones. Was the little chick angry, fearing she might disdain it? She bit her lip, displaying a distressed expression. Contemplating for a moment, she bent slightly at the waist and brought her face close to the water's surface, softly explaining— "Come out, please, I'm not disdaining you." The appeal worked. The dark egg soon floated up from the water. Fu Ling swiftly bit her finger and let her blood drip onto the eggshell. In the sunlight, the dark egg juxtaposed against the crimson blood, the contrast of colors creating an oddly mesmerizing sight. The egg quickly absorbed the blood, and in that moment, a bond was successfully formed. Looking at the small egg in the water, Fu Ling's heart softened. She bent down, gently poking the egg with her fingertip. It was a delightful sensation. She smiled, her eyes twinkling with a hint of anticipation, making a promise to the little egg— "So cute." "Even if you truly hatch into a little chick, I'll look after you for life." Perhaps having grown accustomed to it, the egg showed a surprisingly calm reaction upon hearing the word 'chick' once again. So be it. A chick is fine, too. As ripples spread across the water, the egg began to bob with the current. Fu Ling, resting her chin in her hand, gazed at it, failing to notice when a dark paw slipped through the water, snatching the egg away. It was the Qilin. Turning her head to intervene, she saw the egg already pressed under its soft, warm belly. Was it—trying to incubate it? She wasn't quite sure, so she quietly crept closer to take a look. Sure enough, as she had guessed, while the Qilin seemed to lay its entire body on the egg, the belly area was subtly arched, not pressing on the egg but creating a warm little space. This stance was exactly like the old hen brooding in the back of the mountain. Fu Ling couldn't help but smile, summoning the courage to reach out and gently touch the Qilin. In response came a delicate, contented low murmur. Such a leisurely and free moment, pleasant like a dream. The only thing missing—was someone— She missed her senior sister again. ＊＊＊ Lin Yu Miao's hand injury meant he couldn't wield a sword for the next ten years, thus unable to inherit the sect leader position as originally planned. As an immortal-level expert, Lu Qi could remain on the ninetieth level, but this time, he relinquished the treasure hunt opportunity to discreetly venture onto the eightieth floor. One reason was to protect the few juniors from the sect, but another was to use this chance to select a potential heir. After all, being a sect leader requires much more than just prowess. The middle levels of the Spirit Tower were filled with the younger generation of major sects and clans. Everywhere in the tower were space formations, each forming a pocket realm, making it difficult to find someone. Trudging through the sword energy trails, Lu Qi spent five days before finally spotting a familiar figure outside an old forest—Jian Yu Zhuo. The young man, clad in black, leaned against a towering tree, his hair disheveled, with traces of blood upon his sleeves and waist, appearing rather battered as if wounded. Concerned, Lu Qi hurried over. "Yu Zhuo, what happened? Where are Yu Hen and Yu Qiao?" Seeing the sudden appearance of the middle-aged man, the young man showed a trace of surprise, taking a moment before responding, "Sect Master, don't worry. There's a millennia-old hyena in this forest, and Junior Brother Yu Hen and others are capturing it. I'm just standing guard here to prevent someone from accidentally wandering in." The teeth of a hyena are extremely hard. When forged into powder and melted into the furnace with black iron, the sword created is sharper and deadlier than ordinary ones. The teeth of a millennia-old hyena beast are a treasure every sword cultivator desires. Lu Qi nodded at the explanation, admiration evident in his eyes, "Well done, very well." As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of regret crossed his face, "Pity Yu Miao isn't here." Upon hearing this, Jian Yu Zhuo's face turned slightly cold, his gaze growing colder. His true emotions leaked for just a moment before he regained composure. He clutched the sword in his hand, his voice warm as he spoke, "Why didn't Senior Brother Lin come this time?" For a sword cultivator, to never wield a sword again was a disgrace. Lu Qi hadn't disclosed Lin Yu Miao's injury except to a few healers from Yuchun Hall and Jiu Ying, with no one else aware. Put on the spot, he hesitated before giving a vague reply, "He hasn't been in good condition lately. I sent him to travel and relax outside the sect." With the rare appearance of Ling Mountain's cave mansion, missing this opportunity would mean waiting another hundred years. Sect members had only eight slots, fiercely contested. The reason was flimsy and didn't hold water. Jian Yu Zhuo asked no more, stepping aside with his sword, lightly coughing. Hearing the cough, Lu Qi remembered to inquire about his condition, "Are you injured?" Favoritism is part of human nature. To Lu Qi, Jian Yu Zhuo was someone he'd never truly acknowledged. Years of resentment were bound to erupt. The youth looked up, his expression cold, "My injuries are not serious. Does the Sect Master wish to enter the forest to check on others?" Thinking of the youngest, Yu Hen, Lu Qi nodded, "Sure." Walking together, they soon arrived at the forest's depths. However, there were no signs of others. Puzzled, Lu Qi turned to glance at the young man beside him. Before he could speak, the young man took the initiative to explain, "The hyena's movements are unpredictable, swift. Perhaps it escaped elsewhere." As soon as he finished speaking, he shifted direction, continuing forward. Lu Qi harbored no suspicion towards the statement. He had watched Jian Yu Zhuo grow since he entered the sect at seven. Though his swordsmanship talent was not on par with Lin Yu Miao, he was diligent and hardworking. Over the years, his strength had surged, ranking in the top three among the younger generation—a promising talent. Yet, his character destined him to miss out on being sect leader. In reliability, he lagged behind Lin Yu Miao; in sincerity, he couldn't match Zhong Yu Qiao. Pondering this, Lu Qi sighed inwardly. Moving ahead, a faint stench suddenly wafted through the air. It was the distinctive smell of a hyena. Thinking they would soon encounter Yu Hen and others, he was stunned to instead find E Jiao Jiang Wu, one of the four elders of the demon clan, and a woman with a black veil covering her face. Jiang Wu and Lu Qi had crossed paths before. During the rescue mission for Yuan Xi Shuang, they had already clashed in the mountains. Enemy eyes burned with fury upon meeting. E Jiao chuckled, leaping down from a tree. "Lu Qi?! How splendid! What a fantastic surprise!" The atmosphere all around was steeped in an aura of deadly tension. A clash of weapons rang out as a longsword was drawn from its sheath. Sword intent spread, securely shielding the young man in dark clothing. Lu Qi stepped back two paces, his heart shaken as he stared at the sinister man before him— Among those treasure hunting, it seemed a demon had infiltrated, and he wondered if others from the sect were aware of this. A sense of unease crept upon him, and grabbing Jian Yu Zhuo’s arm, he shoved him several meters away. “Run, go find Sect Master Fang!” Even at this moment, he hadn't realized he had been betrayed. The veiled woman sneered as she heard his words, her voice laced with mockery, “Fang Keyuan? He's entangled with those from the demon clan and is nearly dead himself! He has no time to help you!” Her words turned Lu Qi's face ashen. The demon clan had entered the spiritual dwelling first, and it had been at least a month since then, yet they hadn’t left. The tower was far more perilous than they had anticipated. Raising his sword, he no longer wished to waste words with the man and woman in front of him. But before he could channel his energy, the hand holding his sword began to tremble uncontrollably, his legs growing weak and painful, barely able to support him. It was obvious someone had poisoned him. He turned back, disbelief etched on his face, looking at the silent young man standing afar. It was only now that he realized the disciple he had watched grow had secretly conspired with the demon clan, luring him here with the sole aim of taking his life. He opened his mouth, only to be met with a rush of warm blood. Though plagued with unbearable pain throughout his body, he didn’t give up, forcing his energy to attack E Jiao with his sword. Even poisoned, his strength couldn't be underestimated. Within several moves, Jiang Wu failed to gain the upper hand! Seeing this, the woman sprang forward to help, and together they barely managed to subdue Lu Qi. The woman flicked her sleeve, sending two silver needles flying precisely into Lu Qi's eyes. These needles were also poisoned, capable of rendering a person blind in an instant. The young man watched coldly, making no attempt to intervene. Without sight, one loses orientation. Unable to identify nor target his foes, the sword became useless. Jiang Wu, with claws of a serpent, lunged forward, piercing straight through Lu Qi’s chest. From behind came the faint sound of footsteps and Jian Yu Zhuo's voice echoed through the air— “With Lu Qi's death, Ling Sword Sect must select a new sect master in advance. Lin Yu Miao must not partake in this competition.” Jiang Wu withdrew his hand with a sinister smile, readily giving assurance, “Rest assured, we will definitely deal with that sword cultivator and ensure your ascent to sect master.” Such horrifying words sent chills down the spine. Lu Qi collapsed to the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood. His fingers lost strength, finally releasing his sword— This time, he could no longer protect his beloved disciples. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Little Chickie (×) Little Miss Chick (?) That egg is indeed Senior Sister, just unhatched and thus without recollection. Wait until it hatches and you'll see. 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