137 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

**Rebirth as the Vicious Senior Sister - Chapter 137** The newborn dragon egg would normally take at least three to five years to hatch. The azure dragon egg that formed a bond with Fu Ling grew rapidly because it was guarded by both a qilin and a vermillion bird and had been soaked in ice spring water during the night. Even so, it still couldn't hatch in a short period. Time slipped by quickly, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed. Most people within the spiritual mansion began leaving a month ago. Apart from Lu Qi, other clergymen from various sects had also perished one after another. For a time, everyone in the cultivation world was on edge. The most chaotic place was naturally the Lingjian Sect. Lu Qi had just died, and with the murderer still unidentified, some were already eager to seize the sect master's position. Lin Yu Miao was still learning left-handed swordsmanship, oblivious to the events within the Lingjian mountain cave. At Zhong Yu Qiao's request, he hadn't publicized his whereabouts, nor did he reveal the location of the barren desert to his junior brothers in the sect. Zhong Yu Qiao and He Yu Hen searched for him for dozens of days with no luck. Left with no choice, they approached Fang Yuan Qing, Fang Si Jian, and others for help in speculating where Lin Yu Miao might have gone. The results were disappointing. After pondering, Fang Yuan Qing suggested, "Perhaps Miss Jiu Ying would know something." It had been two months since the door to the spiritual mansion opened, so by all accounts, Jiu Ying and Fu Ling should have emerged. "I'll go and inquire for you." After not seeing her for several months, she found herself missing Fu Ling. Thinking of the little girl who always called her "Sister Yuan Qing," a slight smile surfaced on her face. Zhong Yu Qiao was very grateful to see her willing to help. Thus, the search for Lin Yu Miao reached a temporary halt. The Lingjian Sect was in chaos due to Lu Qi's death, and the Hexi Sect's Fang Ke Yuan was also disturbed day and night by that curse. He was aware that the demon princess would never watch the succubus die without taking action. As long as the succubus was alive, he wouldn't be in mortal danger. What truly terrified him were the twelve words "unfaithful wife, unfilial children, disloyal disciples." If they came true, he would spend the rest of his life in utter misery. No one else but him knew of this matter. Figuring out how to lift the curse had become an enormous challenge. Just as he had guessed, once Ming Yue returned to the demon realm, she sought various ways to heal her sister. The combined assault had all been intended to kill, leaving Gui Chen gravely injured. Had she not been rescued in time, she would have already perished. Staring at the woman resembling a corpse lying on the bed, a glint of sorrow flashed in Ming Yue's eyes. She and Gui Chen relied on each other from childhood; due to their unique constitutions, they endured countless hardships in their youth, and it had been Gui Chen who pulled her back from death's door several times. If not for rescuing her this time, Gui Chen wouldn't have returned to the spiritual mansion nor been hurt so severely. The red talisman on her face was destroyed, and she was at the end of her rope with only a few days to live— But Gui Chen must not die. The room was dead silent, and no one dared to speak. Without a mask to hide it, the girl's pale face was fully exposed to the air, making her crimson eyes even more eerily captivating. Fine, shallow red scars extended from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks. Though it was a pure and beautiful face, at the moment, it appeared even more pitiable. A woman in a yellow garment entered holding a bowl of medicine, approaching the girl softly, "Ming Yue, you need to rest." "If Gui Chen sees you like this, she won't be at ease." The speaker was Meng Mo, the demon clan's four-star ranked ally and the succubus' close friend. Ming Yue snapped back to consciousness at her words, her expression calming down. Her gaze remained on the bed, unwilling to shift. After a moment of silence, she turned her head to look earnestly at Meng Mo, quietly pleading, "Tell me, how can I save Gui Chen?" Meng Mo's hand trembled, causing the bowl of medicine to ripple as well. There was indeed a method to save Gui Chen. Yet, it was virtually impossible to achieve. She pursed her lips, hesitating for a moment before replying, "I've heard that the Hexi Sect possesses an ice lake, with water capable of resurrecting the dead and healing severe injuries. If you could obtain this water, I could revive Gui Chen." "But, that Fang Ke Yuan—" She wasn't able to finish before Ming Yue urgently interrupted, "I've set a curse on him. If Gui Chen dies, he dies!" Meng Mo sighed softly, knowing that Ming Yue was still naive, unaware of human treachery. "Curses, albeit powerful, can still be broken." "That Fang Ke Yuan isn't a good person; he's certain you won't let Gui Chen die, so he won't fear this threat at all." "If you seek him, not only might you fail to obtain the ice lake water, but you may also be subject to his ridicule and threats." Her words weren't without reason. Ming Yue lowered her eyes, her hands hidden in her sleeves clenching tight. Gui Chen was her only family in this world, and she had to acquire the ice lake water— She had to obtain it. ＊＊＊ At the Ruan family's secluded courtyard, a slender figure slipped by quietly. Unfortunately, before getting out of the courtyard, someone spotted her. "Xiu Xiu, where are you going?" Ruan Fu Ren furrowed her brows, eyes fixed intently on her daughter's back. Ever since Si Qi had been severely injured, her daughter had been acting unusually. In the past, she couldn't bear to be apart from Si Qi, yet now, she was forever making excuses to stay hidden in her room as if she were afraid of something. Upon hearing her mother's voice, Ruan Xiu's expression changed uneasily. Turning around, a conflicted expression surfaced and after hesitating, she softly replied, "I want to go out." Ruan Fu Ren's brows knitted tighter, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. "Your Uncle Han Yan and Brother Si Qi are returning to the Si family today, and all you can think about is going out?" Si Qi's injuries were severe, with barely a breath left. Even with Ruan Fu Ren's skilled medical techniques, she couldn't save him. Now, only the healing cultivators from Yuchun Hall could offer a glimmer of hope. Yet, Han Yan adamantly refused, insisting on bringing him back to the Si family. With no alternative, Ruan Fu Ren agreed. Having known Han Yan for many years, she was aware of his low standing in his household. Ruan Xiu had known Si Qi since childhood, so she came to the secluded courtyard to have her daughter accompany him to the Si family. Thankfully, she arrived in time; otherwise, her daughter would have snuck out. Ruan Xiu lowered her head, unsure how to explain. Si Qi's true identity was utterly shocking; if revealed, it would provoke uproar. Considering their past friendship, she didn't want to see him despised or hunted. Yet, the intense killing intent she had felt that day left her considerably scarred. Though the event had passed some time ago, whenever night fell, she'd still wake from nightmares in terror. Moving forward, she wished only to consider Si Qi a stranger. Seeing her silence, Ruan Fu Ren wasted no time and directly stated her request, "Si Qi is gravely injured. You should join him and return to the Si family; assist your Uncle Han Yan." Return to the Si family? So, she couldn't escape this fate after all. An inexplicable fear gripped Ruan Xiu. She looked around; the courtyard was empty except for herself and Ruan Fu Ren. Finally succumbing to her fear, she hurried to her mother's side, revealing the secret she witnessed that day. However, Ruan Fu Ren remained unexpectedly calm. It was as if she had already known about it. "Treat it as if you know nothing; do not reveal this to a second person, understood?" Ruan Fu Ren's demeanor left Ruan Xiu both shocked and scared. Never did she imagine that, aside from urging her to keep quiet, her mother would say nothing else. She bit her lip, emphasizing once more, "That day, Brother Si Qi tried to kill me." "I pleaded that I saw nothing, and he spared me." Her words were filled with fear. She thought her confession would awaken more wariness in her mother, yet she received a chilling, powerless response. "Si Qi tried to kill you?" "He grew up with you; why would he want to harm you?!" "Impossible!" Ruan Fu Ren shook her head, not believing a word from her daughter. Ruan Xiu's eyes grew damp. Silently, she clung to her mother's arm, expressing her resistance. It was to no avail. "The carriage is ready; you'll leave in the afternoon." "When at the Si family, heed your Uncle's words." With that, there was no room for negotiation. Ruan Xiu released her grip, not uttering another word. Tears fell quietly— Her mother had no faith in her at all. ＊＊＊ Fang Yuan Qing traveled alone to the Qingzhu Sect, only to find that her two friends were absent. Upon inquiry, she learned that Jiu Ying and Fu Ling had not yet returned to the sect. It seemed they were still within the spiritual mansion. Once again, the search for Lin Yu Miao hit a dead end. Thinking of Zhong Yu Qiao's plea, Fang Yuan Qing felt somewhat lost. After considering, she neither returned to the Fuyang Sect nor the Yuchun Hall. Instead, she summoned a small gray butterfly, following it towards the west. Westward lay the barren desert. She hoped the butterfly would guide her to Lin Yu Miao. Regrettably, without a token, the butterfly lost its way after a day. Night had fallen, and the depths of the forest were picturesque. She leaned against a tree by herself and unwittingly fell into a deep slumber. High above, two graceful figures hovered. One was the anxious and desperate Ming Yue, while the other was Meng Mo, the dream demon. Surrounding them were three vicious, bloodthirsty demon hounds. "She's asleep, let's act," came a cold, emotionless voice. Meng Mo furrowed her brows, her gaze falling distantly to the 'young man' by the tree. "Who is she?" she asked. Hatred flitted swiftly across Ming Yue's eyes. "Fang Ke Yuan's illegitimate child." Meng Mo asked no more, nodding and closing her eyes to recite an incantation. As dream demons, they wielded unparalleled power over dreams. Initially, Fang Yuan Qing slept peacefully, but soon found herself ensnared in a nightmare. Her consciousness spiraled deeper into the nightmarish haze, making it ever harder to awaken. Watching this scene, Ming Yue's gaze turned icy and ominous. She released the leash she held, gently stroking the demon hounds. Then she raised a finger, pointing at the person lay unconscious on the ground. "Go, devour her." The three demon hounds, having been starved for days, charged forth wildly at her command. Trapped in a nightmare, Fang Yuan Qing was entirely numb to the physical pain. One by one, the demon hounds closed in, quickly reducing her to a bloody mess. Ming Yue watched from above with a cold indifference until Fang Yuan Qing roused in terror. Only then did she descend, discreetly, delivering a swift palm strike to send the nearest demon hound flying. Despite the wounds being superficial, the pain was unbearable. Seeing her unable to move with bloodied legs, Ming Yue wrapped an arm around her waist and swiftly took her to a small riverbank beyond the woods. By the time they landed, the person in her embrace had already lost consciousness. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ The next chapter likely continues with Yuan Qing and Ming Yue, so consider it a side story for additional reading. Those who are averse, proceed cautiously. Special thanks to the little angels who supported me with votes or nourishing comments between 2020-12-14 02:40:48 and 2020-12-15 01:44:44. Thanks to these angels who sent me grenades: 41840981 and Chu Huai Qi with 1 each; Thanks to the angels who provided nutritional support: 78 bottles from Orange is the Best; 63 bottles from Southern Red Bean Paste; 20 bottles from Ah Tong Doesn’t Want to Do Homework; 10 bottles each from Qing Qing, g., White Tea, Gui Er?, and Hua Qi Zhuo; Xiao Pu with 5 bottles; Chuan Lu with 4 bottles; 2 bottles from 37990089. Thank you immensely for your support; I will continue to do my best!