143 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Reincarnated as the Malicious Senior Disciple Sister - Chapter 143 Meihu Island is brimming with spiritual energy, perfect for the newly born spiritual beasts to cultivate. Jiu Ying spent several days recuperating at the lake bottom before she regained her consciousness from the chaos. However, her spiritual energy was still quite low, not enough to maintain her dragon form. If she transformed, she'd only appear as a child. In the early morning, before the day broke, a small figure, soaked and silent, crawled out from the lake's edge. It wasn’t quite dawn yet; the island was shrouded in darkness, with only the occasional rustle coming from the grass and forest, leaving the surroundings otherwise silent. The little girl looked about the same age as Bao Mei, her body uncovered, with only some green algae to cover her. Her feet were bare, leaving small wet footprints with each step she took. Before long, the muddy ground was marked with a trail of water stains. This girl was, of course, the now-human-form Jiu Ying. At the center of the island stood two bamboo huts, both tightly shut. Without hesitation, Jiu Ying headed straight for the smaller hut at the back. As she reached out to push the door open, there, lying on the bed, was her junior sister, Fu Ling. There were only two rooms in this place; the last time they were here, Bao Mei couldn't transform and slept on the grass in her snake form. This time, having stabilized her human form, Fu Ling gave up her room. As for Fu Ling herself, she slept in Jiu Ying's room. The window of the bamboo hut was half-open, and a breeze carried the faint morning light inside. In a child's body, nothing is convenient. Jiu Ying randomly picked out a white garment from the cabinet — regardless of whether it fit — and wore it like before. Without a mirror, she could only imagine how ridiculous she might look at that moment. Rolling up the sleeves and dragging the hem, she frowned as she walked towards the bed. Her movements were so subtle that they didn't disturb the person sleeping on the bed. Beneath lay the person who held her heart, wrapped in her heart's beloved's quilt, breathing in the cool fragrant scent of her heart's beloved. These few nights, Fu Ling had been sleeping more peacefully than ever. It was now light outside, and she could faintly see Fu Ling’s features: just as pure and clean as ever, without a trace of blemish. Her hair draped messily across the pillow, highlighting the jade-like fairness of her cheeks and neck. Her perky nose and slightly parted lips exuded a feminine charm. At nineteen, the young girl was shedding her youthful innocence and growing more and more lovely. Jiu Ying watched quietly, her gaze lingering on that all-too-familiar fair face, never feeling it was enough. They hadn’t seen each other for months. As much as Fu Ling missed her, she missed Fu Ling just as much. It was impossible not to miss her. She lowered her gaze, withdrawing it from Fu Ling’s face, and then stealthily climbed onto the bed, stepping into the soft shoes at the bedside. The person sleeping soundly under the red quilt had no idea a little girl had slipped into her embrace. Even though her body had shrunk, her heart seemed to have undergone a slight change too. Unable to sleep, Jiu Ying curled under the blanket, covertly pressing her ear against the subtly rising and falling chest. Unsurprisingly, she heard the rhythmic beating of a heart— Thump thump, thump thump. It was like music, melodious and delightful. This was the child she had taught and raised and represented another possibility in her former life’s destiny. In that instant, a wave of satisfaction and happiness surged in her heart. Involuntarily, she smiled with lips pressed together. Although separation was painful, it also brought many different feelings. Take now, for example: her relationship with Fu Ling had grown much closer than before. Not because of a bond formed by a pact, but because she was willing to admit and accept that her longing, concern, and possessiveness for Fu Ling had transcended the boundaries of kinship, friendship, and even sect camaraderie. What is it like to have feelings for someone? To like someone? To love? She still did not know the specific answers to these three questions. Yet she knew her heart was almost entirely occupied by Fu Ling. Time passed by the second, but Jiu Ying never fell asleep. Even when the day had fully dawned, she still lay there, her luminous eyes focused on the girl beside her. Unlike her adult form that was cold and indifferent, in her child form, her gaze was gentle and pure, devoid of hate and intent to kill. It was as if the painful experiences of her past life had dissipated entirely with the arrival of her true dragon form. The moment Fu Ling opened her eyes, she found herself staring into those beautiful, gentle eyes. Perhaps not fully awake, she blinked in confusion before reacting. In her pupils was a face remarkably similar to Jiu Ying’s, yet subtly different. Although not fully grown, one could easily tell she would be stunning in the future. In the icy spring, Jiu Ying had once transformed into a child, but unfortunately, it was too dark then for Fu Ling to see clearly how adorable her heart's beloved looked as a child. At this moment, gazing at the little one nestled in her arms, she felt like she was in a dream, even her breathing seemed unreal. The room was quiet, the duvet warm, and the atmosphere inexplicably beautiful and comforting. She moved her lips, wanting to say something, yet unsure of what to say. Amidst the awkwardness, her hand was suddenly grabbed and drawn out from under the blanket. A chill brushed her as, before she could react, her fingertip was caught in a soft mouth and gently bitten. Blood welled up, followed by a warm sweep that took every last drop. When her fingertip was released, it still glistened damply. "The dragon form is weak and needs the contract holder's blood daily for nourishment." The child's soft voice couldn't even muster a hint of fierceness in its tone. Upon hearing that voice, Fu Ling couldn’t help but curve her lips. After she had laughed enough, she belatedly noticed a term—contract holder. For some reason, the smile at her lips froze. Entering a pact with the one she loved wasn’t her original wish. What she wished to give Jiu Ying was equality, acceptance, freedom, and respect. Whether there was love or not, she never wanted to tie Jiu Ying to her with the name of a pact. Had she really wished for that, she would have bonded with Jiu Ying the night of the lantern festival. What she wanted was for her heart’s beloved to stay by her side willingly, not because a contract forced her to. The term 'contract holder' was something she disliked. Not only disliked, she even felt a tinge of aversion. As the smile on her face faded, the damp trace on her fingertip was dried by the breeze. She blinked her eyes, her lips parted slightly, softly uttering two words, "Shijie~" Warm and sweet was the voice, enough to lift anyone's spirits. Yet the tone concealed traces of difficulty and hesitation. Jiu Ying looked up, just in time to catch the displeasure in Fu Ling’s eyes. Her brows furrowed slightly, “Hmm?” Shouldn’t it be a joyous reunion? Why the troubled demeanor? The little girl’s thoughts became increasingly elusive to Jiu Ying. As she silently sighed at how Fu Ling was growing apart from her, another soft voice reached her ears. This time, the tone was even more conflicted than before. The content of the words was also far more upsetting. Just four words, yet they made her expression turn utterly grim— "Shijie, should we dissolve the contract?" Dissolve the contract? What does that mean? Does Fu Ling not wish to be contracted with her? Perhaps too shocked, Jiu Ying found her mind somewhat muddled. Being a spiritual beast with memories of a previous life, she initially rejected the notion of forming a contract, seeing herself as human in subconscious defiance. But this time, somehow entering a pact with Fu Ling in the Ling Mountain cave didn’t bring about the imagined loss of freedom or feeling of being controlled. Simply because her contract holder was Fu Ling, the person she cared about most in this life. Their relationship was already intimate and unbounded; a contract only made it more inseparable. She had to admit, much like Fu Ling, she too was secretly fond of the closeness born from this bond. She didn’t wish to part from Fu Ling, and forming a contract was the most steadfast approach. Her thoughts became entangled and hard to accept, as she didn’t know how to respond to the recent query. Having tasted Fu Ling's blood imbued with celestial energy, Jiu Ying transitioned back to her adult form within moments. Once more, she took on her former cold demeanor. Before Fu Ling could react, her wrist was gripped tightly by someone, “Why?” Each word was filled with icy cold, devoid of warmth, and emotionless in tone. Fu Ling’s heart skipped a beat, recognizing her Shijie’s anger. Silent hesitation would only fuel the fury. A mere moment of delay, and the grip on her wrist grew tighter and tighter. The warmth of the quilt was wholly replaced by a chill. The atmosphere grew swiftly tense. Jiu Ying, impatient with the wait, her anger simmering in her chest, fixed her cold eyes on the young girl beside her. After a moment of stillness, she released her grip, threw off the red quilt, and swiftly departed the bed. Before stepping out of the room, she left only a cold, emotionless remark— “Whatever you want.” Fu Ling, propped on her arm, could only stare wide-eyed and watch helplessly as her heart's beloved walked away. No matter how she puzzled over it, Fu Ling couldn't understand why Jiu Ying would react so strongly. To propose a pact at the lantern festival and be turned down was one occasion of refusal; to suggest terminating an already existing contract— Anyone would likely misunderstand. Fu Ling wanted to give Jiu Ying her freedom, but she forgot that a relationship sometimes demands expressions of love as a show of caring. By the time she realized she had misspoken, Jiu Ying had already vanished. She hurriedly leapt out of bed, not even taking time to comb her hair, and dashed out of the hut. Bao Mei, outside playing with a young fox, noticed both of them emerging one after the other, neither looking happy, and realized that the two sisters had quarreled. She squatted on the ground, watching Fu Ling without saying a word, and silently pointed towards the lake. It was obvious that Jiu Ying had returned to the water. Fu Ling had always feared water, especially Meihu Lake. She stood at the lakeside for a long moment, wanting to jump in but too scared to do so. After much hesitation, she finally made up her mind and took a step forward. Just as she was about to fall into the water, a massive wave rose up, tossing her back onto the shore. As she fell, a white figure emerged from the water, riding the waves swiftly towards her, and wrapped an arm protectively around her waist. Back on solid ground, she had never even touched the water. Fu Ling snuggled close to that slim waist, resting half of her face against the other’s shoulder, a sly smile of achievement tugging at her lips. She knew it—her Shijie wouldn’t bear to see her fall into the water. Both had been splashed with water by the wave. Jiu Ying frowned and stepped back, but the person in her arms stubbornly clung to her waist. Left with no choice, she could only reprimand softly, “Such foolishness—” Though her voice was cold, there was no anger in her tone. Upon hearing this, Fu Ling merely chuckled, not bothering to defend herself, and obediently responded, “Alright.” “Whatever Shijie says goes.” With a demeanor like that, no harsh words could be spoken. Jiu Ying pressed her lips together, her expression remaining icy. She didn’t pursue the matter of Fu Ling entering the water without permission; she simply extended her hand. "If you wish to dissolve the contract, you only need to take a drop of my blood." Clearly, she was still brooding over the earlier statement. Fu Ling raised her head, her hands slackening slightly but still holding onto that beautiful, fair hand. Jiu Ying's expression darkened further. She turned her head, unwilling to witness Fu Ling dissolve the bond between them. Expecting her skin to be cut, she was caught by surprise when what fell upon her palm was a kiss. A very light, gentle kiss. Barely noticeable. Not just one, but three in total. Jiu Ying had never realized just how enchanting a kiss on the palm could be. In her fluster, she quickly withdrew her hand. But the person who had just moved away from her embrace now clung to her chest again— “No dissolving the pact, never.” “Lingling was foolish, not understanding Shijie’s heart and saying such thoughtless words, making Shijie sad.” “Lingling hasn’t seen Shijie in three months, doesn’t want to fight with Shijie, Shijie, don’t be mad, alright?” Such a pitiful plea—who could refuse it? Jiu Ying’s heart softened a little, and she finally lifted her hand, for the first time actively wrapping it around the soft waist of the person in her arms, gently nodding— “Alright.” “We won’t speak of dissolving the pact again.” On Meihu Island, each day passed in untroubled joy and happiness. 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