142 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Reborn as a Malevolent Senior Sister - Chapter 142 Returning this time was not only to fetch the ice lake water but also to retrieve a scar-healing ointment. Fang Yuan Qing, upon leaving the Xuanming Sect, had never expected to encounter someone unexpected on her way back to the Yuchun Hall—the long-absent Fang Ke Yuan. Though the two were father and daughter, she had never genuinely called Fang Ke Yuan "father" since birth. Meeting him by chance with no outsiders around, she remained mindful of her identity and respectfully greeted the middle-aged man before her. “Elder Fang.” The courteous yet distant tone was not without traces of closeness. Feng Su Qiu had a gentle and reserved nature. Even though she was deceived into conceiving Fang Yuan Qing back then, at heart, she remained a kind and gentle person. She gave all her love and care to her daughter but never taught her about resentment and hatred. It was precisely because of this that Fang Yuan Qing never held hatred for her father, still longing for the fatherly affection she had never experienced over the past nineteen years. Occasionally, she envied other children with fathers, she envied her eldest and second brothers. But these intimate thoughts could only ever be buried deep in her heart. As an illegitimate child, she was destined never to be acknowledged in public. Yuchun Hall was in a remote location, and only a few people knew the path leading to it. Fang Ke Yuan stood alone by the roadside, seemingly waiting for someone. Tormented by that curse, he lived in constant distress, aging significantly in less than a month. Perhaps wanting to bridge the gap, he took a step forward and patted his 'young son's' shoulder, “We are father and son. There's no need to be so formal when there's no one around.” Fang Yuan Qing was puzzled, a hint of surprise crossing her eyes. Before she could speak, she heard another sentence, “I’ve been looking for you for many days. The Elder of Jinlin Sect said you weren't at Fuyang Sect, so I came to Yuchun Hall. But your mother refused to see me, so I had no choice but to wait for you here.” The more he spoke, the more incomprehensible it became. Fang Yuan Qing's eyebrows furrowed slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she responded, “Does Elder Fang have any business with me?” Feng Su Qiu disliked her interacting with the Fang family. Unless necessary, she rarely went to Xuanming Sect. Hearing Fang Ke Yuan say he came specifically to find her inevitably aroused suspicion in her heart. The path was surrounded by silence. Fang Ke Yuan sighed softly, his face full of sorrow and guilt, “I haven’t fulfilled my duties as a father all these years, nor have I given you anything. Your twentieth birthday is coming up soon, so I came to see you specifically, and... to hear you call me 'father.'" "In the end, it's my fault for letting you and your mother down." His words sounded like a final farewell. Fang Yuan Qing's brows knitted tighter, her heart filled with worry, "What exactly happened?" Fang Ke Yuan waved his hand, seemingly uninterested in saying more. Moments of hesitation are most tantalizing. Fang Yuan Qing repeatedly urged, and he finally relented, explaining the reason for his presence, “I was attacked by a demon creature in the Ling Mountain cave, and my days are numbered.” “What?!” Even Fang Yuan Qing couldn’t contain her shock at this moment, unconsciously taking two steps back. Unable to discern whether it was sadness or pain, it took a long time for her to calm down, “Come to Yuchun Hall!” After all, he was her biological father. How could she watch him die without trying anything? “No need, the wound is beyond cure.” Fang Ke Yuan shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice, “Coming here, firstly, I wanted to hear you call me 'father.' Secondly, I came to give you this.” After he spoke, he extended his palm, and a mist-like transparent vapor appeared in the air. With just a glance, Fang Yuan Qing recognized it. This water mist was the Fang family heirloom, a treasure to be inherited only by Fang family descendants. Back on Yin Mountain, Si Jian had used this item to lure out Feilian. Such a precious item was not something she desired; what she truly cared for was the acknowledgment and love from her father. Recalling Feng Su Qiu's advice, she resolutely refused the gift, “I’ve received your heartfelt intention, but I don’t need the gift.” “Yuchun Hall is full of healers; why would Elder Fang rather resign to fate than try?” “Healing medicine relies on the heart. Mother wouldn’t keep you away out of personal resentment.” An earnest plea, moving enough to affect anyone. Fang Ke Yuan gazed at his 'young son,' a fleeting moment of remorse passing through his eyes. Yet soon, that bit of hesitation vanished, replaced by a longing for life, power, and status. Adopting a gratified appearance, he nodded, “If you're willing to call me 'father' and accept the water marrow that is the right of Fang family descendants, I'll agree to go to Yuchun Hall with you for healing.” Hearing this request, Fang Yuan Qing's expression grew more troubled. Father was a term of intimacy she had never dared to hope for. Turning her head away, avoiding looking at the middle-aged man opposite her, she remained silent for a long time before moving her lips, softly uttering those two words— "Father." Fang Ke Yuan was very satisfied, offering his right hand forward, indicating for her to absorb the water marrow. “Take it; both of your brothers have theirs. You are also my son, and I cannot deny you.” “If you're worried about your mother's displeasure, then don’t tell her. Let this be our little secret as father and son.” Words full of cherished affection were the very paternal love and care that Fang Yuan Qing craved. At this moment, she didn't know how to refuse this gift from her father. She pressed her lips together, just about to reach for the water mist when she suddenly remembered something, quickly raising her head to look at the man, solemnly asking, “You promised, Father, that if I accept this, you’ll follow me to Yuchun Hall for treatment.” Those gentle and clear eyes instantly reminded Fang Ke Yuan of the first time he saw Feng Su Qiu. For some reason, his heart felt a little hollow, and he forced out an awkward smile, “Of course.” “I am your father.” “How could a father deceive his own child?” This scenario was eerily similar to what had happened twenty years ago. Back then, he had used sweet-talking lies to steal Feng Su Qiu’s heart. Now, he was using the same tactics to steal the life of Feng Su Qiu’s daughter— His own daughter's life. Upon hearing this affirmative response, Fang Yuan Qing's expression relaxed considerably and she smiled lightly, “Father will be all right.” As she spoke, she reached out with her fingertips to absorb the white mist into her body. The water marrow refined from the ice spring water was indeed a precious treasure. The water mist flowed through her body, traveling along her limbs and bones, and finally settled around her heart, protecting it closely. There was no discomfort, nothing amiss. She began to lead Fang Ke Yuan towards Yuchun Hall, and after only ten steps, she unexpectedly collapsed to the ground. When she next opened her eyes, she found herself locked inside a dark chamber. It felt as though her heart was being gripped by countless large hands, sending intense waves of pain, rendering her unable to utter a sound. Regardless of how she struggled or pounded, there was no response from the outside world. She had no idea that her own father had sealed her inside a coffin and buried her underground. The curse cast by the demoness was cruel and malicious, with no way to remove it other than by transferring the curse. Transferring it to a close relative. The father's debt was to be repaid by the child. Of the three sons Fang Ke Yuan had, no one was more suitable to bear his disaster than this out-of-wedlock daughter. Poor Fang Yuan Qing, her greatest longing in life was for two things— Love and familial affection. In the end, she was deceived by the two loves she yearned for most. Her own father, to save himself, transferred the curse cast by the girl she admired onto her. Fate was unpredictable, and she ended up walking the same path as her predecessor. However, in this life, it wasn’t Si Qi who killed her—it was the two people she had cautiously tried to protect. ＊＊＊ At the bottom of the ice lake, Jiu Ying fainted after uttering a single sentence. Fu Ling held her and rolled into the spring. There was no light, making it impossible for her to see the appearance of her senior sister at that moment. Her fingertips lightly touched and happened upon a small pair of dragon horns. The smooth texture was just as she remembered. One person, one dragon, pressed closely against each other, the dragon's tail gently swaying, instantly wrapping around her waist. Having absorbed the blood of her master, Jiu Ying regained some abilities and soon transformed into her human form. The two were immersed in the water; Fu Ling was clothed, whereas Jiu Ying wore nothing. Her lower body was hidden in the water, her upper body resting lazily in the girl's embrace. Though there was no light, Fu Ling could sense something. Her hand, initially resting on the dragon's back, now touched a patch of smooth skin, immediately quickening her breath. In just a moment, her desire was kindled. Her fingertips dared not move. The mist swirled, and the droplets on her forehead—whether they were sweat or spring water—remained unclear. Jiu Ying was weak, and maintaining her human form was exceedingly difficult. As desire arose, the love curse stirred to act. Fu Ling barely had time to react before her beloved senior sister had vanished from view. In the next moment, a frail young girl collapsed into the icy lake. Attempting to transform upon birth was a challenging feat. The arm she held in her hand was incredibly delicate, not that of a human. Quickly regaining composure, Fu Ling carefully collected the shattered eggshell. Fu Ling took out a robe to wrap around the figure in her arms, then ascended to the surface, carrying the child-like Jiu Ying out. Gao Tian Lian was sleeping on a rock outside the back mountain. It was late at night, and the temperature was very low. Fu Ling gently called him awake, urging him to return to his room and rest. The conversation ended with everything explained. Gao Tian Lian immediately became alert, "Is Lady Jiu Ying alright?" Fu Ling nodded, her eyes showing a hint of joy, "Senior Sister is fine." "That's good to hear. I'll go inform Si Jian; he will surely be glad to know." Excited and happy, Gao Tian Lian felt invigorated, even if he hadn’t witnessed the dragon’s hatching firsthand, the days of vigilance paid off in his excitement. Fu Ling smiled and held the little girl in her arms even tighter. “You should rest now, Young Master Gao, any discussions can wait until tomorrow.” “I’ll take Senior Sister back first, but I’ll return in a few days.” Jiu Ying was safe and sound, thanks in large part to the help of Fang Si Jian and Gao Tian Lian, and for that, she owed them her sincere gratitude. The teachings of her senior sister would not be forgotten. Hearing this, the young man nodded and personally saw them off at Xuanming Sect before returning to his room. With insufficient spiritual energy, even maintaining a child form was unfeasible. Before reaching Mei Lake Island, Jiu Ying had already reverted to her original form. Under the faint moonlight, Fu Ling finally got a good look at the little dragon— Unlike the previous golden hue, it was a green dragon. Having just been born, its scales had not fully developed, with only a few soft, green scales emerging. Its round dragon eyes were slightly closed, the eyelids gently rising and falling with its breaths, looking utterly adorable; above them were small dragon horns, faintly glowing, exuding a majestic aura. Even in her unconscious state, its dragon tail softly patted against Fu Ling’s wrist. It was as if it were acting coy, endearing enough to provoke an irresistible urge to pet. Fu Ling went with the urge, first touching the smooth dragon horns. Finding that insufficient, she stroked the underdeveloped dragon scales and, still unsatisfied, finally pinched the small dragon tail to her contentment. Riding the wind, they traveled through the night, reaching Mei Lake by noon the next day. Bao Mei sensed their presence from afar, awaiting their arrival at the island’s edge. Her sense was as sharp as ever, quickly catching sight of a familiar figure. Having practiced for months, she could now switch forms with ease. Seeing Fu Ling approaching, she immediately dashed over— “Sister!” It had been three months since her last visit. Fu Ling gently placed the little dragon into Mei Lake, then smiled and led Bao Mei towards the center of the island, “Bao Mei, where's the Snow Fox?” Struggling against the love fuse’s allure, constantly combating its effects, she had longed for the curse to be lifted. Even if she couldn’t ask Jiu Ying for anything genuine, at least she wanted to freely feel the suppressed emotions and desires. Bao Mei, upon hearing the question about the little fox, quickly fetched the Snow Fox from near the wooden cabin. Having not seen it for some time, the little fox had noticeably grown chubbier. Fu Ling crouched down, placed the Snow Fox on her knee, and gently stroked its back with one hand while the other quietly reached into the fox’s mouth, extracting the silk cocoon from its throat. The black-and-red cocoon looked eerie and startling—inside lay the core of the red-headed love fuse—the Amber Silkworm. Sensing something, the Amber Silkworm became agitated, even starting to bump against the cocoon. Fu Ling bit her lip, pierced her finger, and let a drop of blood fall onto the cocoon. In an instant, the Amber Silkworm absorbed it all. Clearly, it was very healthy. This meant there was no way to undo the love curse. The girl furrowed her brow, looking somewhat disappointed. Bao Mei, not expecting such an odd thing from the little fox, couldn’t help but ask, “Sister, what is this?” Fu Ling placed the cocoon back into the Snow Fox’s mouth and sighed softly before answering, “This is a type of curse.” “If one day this cocoon dies, you must bring the Snow Fox to find me, understand?” Bao Mei didn’t grasp the full meaning but obediently nodded, “Alright, Bao Mei remembers.” --- Deceived by her wretched father and the girl she liked, Fang Yuan Qing almost lost everything, burning her way through pain. What will Ming Yue do once she learns of this? (Psst, Yuan Qing won't die, won't die, won't die) 00 is already growing slowly. 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