87 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Title: Rebirth as the Malevolent Senior Sister - Chapter 87 Bones? Jiu Ying was startled at the sound, her face changing dramatically. Fu Ling, being a celestial cultivator born with extraordinary fortune, must have absorbed the potent energy from the dragon bone when her blood dripped onto it last night. Ancient celestial spirits, with their boundless aura, cannot be easily contained within a mortal body. If this energy isn't quickly contained, Fu Ling's future cultivation of her own spiritual energy might result in it being expelled just like those few drops of blood had purged the dragon energy moments ago. If that happens, elevating her cultivation level might become an insurmountable task, making even normal cultivation arduous. Jiu Ying was deeply concerned. The misty forest was saturated with resentment, death filled the air, preventing the conversion of spirit elements into spiritual energy. Without her own energy, how would Fu Ling compete for control over her dantian against foreign energy? Even she found herself anxious at this critical moment. As seconds ticked by, beads of cold sweat appeared on Fu Ling's forehead. Jiu Ying forced herself to remain calm, quickly devising a solution. "Your spiritual energy is depleted, your dantian occupied by another energy. Try to control it — but remember, you must use your own energy." As Jiu Ying finished speaking, Fu Ling's fingertip was cut by a sharp object, and drops of blood instantly burst forth. Jiu Ying's expression was somber, worry etched between her brows. Holding Fu Ling's wrist, she patiently guided her to refine the blood. Fu Ling's face was already ashen, devoid of any color. She hurt all over, not just her dantian; every part of her thrummed with energy, each thread a sharp needle weaving through her body's blood vessels, testing and adapting to the vessel as it sought a home. "Senior sister—" She opened her mouth to call out to Jiu Ying for help, her eyes reddening immediately. In times of distress and pain, her instinct was to seek Jiu Ying's assistance, but before she could voice her plea, she met a pair of calm, encouraging black eyes. Those were Jiu Ying's eyes, filled with encouragement and support for her. Staring into those eyes, Fu Ling's heart trembled, her words morphing into something else, "Senior sister, what can I do to control it? I can't see, but I can feel it. That energy is using my body as a host." The five spiritual elements inherently juxtapose and harmonize, but celestial cultivators can naturally incorporate all into their beings. For ancient energies that have lingered for millennia, a celestial cultivator's body is the perfect resting place. Once awakened, they are reluctant to leave, leaving Fu Ling with two options: surrender her body and become a puppet to these energies forever, or— Subdue these energies and harness them for herself! Jiu Ying's gaze darkened, trailing down Fu Ling's cheek to the five-colored spirit at her fingertips. Gold, wood, water, fire, earth—the five elemental essences corresponding to the world's greatest energies. The power of these primeval energies, enduring for millennia, defied comprehension, yet all things revert to these five elements at their core. A thought flitted through Jiu Ying's mind. With newfound determination, she raised her gaze. "Channel your spiritual energy within you, merge it with the ancient spirit's energy. If you can control your energy, you'll also control the celestial spirit's energy. Do you understand?" All elements can blend without conflict. As long as Fu Ling's own energy was mixed within the celestial energy, it would ultimately succumb to her control. Fu Ling bit her lip, nodding through her pain, and began to follow Jiu Ying's instructions step by step. The process sounded straightforward but was incredibly challenging in execution. She failed dozens of times simply trying to channel energy internally. Were it not her own energy, it might have dissipated long ago. Repeated attempts drained her spiritual energy to the point of near non-existence—a faint wisp. Yet it was this barely perceptible thread that finally intertwined with her spirit. Once inside, its impact was minimized, undetected. Fu Ling closed her eyes, cautiously guiding it through her dantian, then her limbs, and across all meridians, realizing that everywhere was pervaded by foreign energy. Integrating with spirit energy was an agonizing, grueling process, more so when faced with ancient celestial strength. Amidst the struggle, as Fu Ling sought to merge that faint thread of her energy during the celestial spirit's transit, she faced immediate expulsion. Despite being just a wisp, her energy was rejected again, the attempt to blend with the celestial energy failing miserably. A shock coursed through Fu Ling's heart, and blood surged in her mouth. Not wanting to worry Jiu Ying, she pressed her lips tightly, preventing the trickle of blood. But the unmistakable scent of blood was impossible for Jiu Ying to miss. Seeing Fu Ling silently bear the pain was more heart-wrenching than her tears. Jiu Ying embraced Fu Ling, her face unchanged, but her trembling hands betrayed her distress. She gently gripped Fu Ling's chin, forcing her to release the blood pooling in her mouth. With a small motion, a torrent of blood descended, covering Jiu Ying's fingers in a crimson coat. In that moment, Asia's resolve faltered—shaking hands, tears pooling in her reddened eyes. As Fu Ling's mouth emptied, she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling heavily—a sight unbearable to Jiu Ying. Jiu Ying turned away, shielding Fu Ling's face with her sleeve, tears slipping silently. Inside Fu Ling's body, the diminishing thread of energy thinned further. The aspiration of merging human energy with celestial seemed an impossible dream. No matter how she ground her energy into dust, it remained intolerable to the celestial aura. Her pain and blood loss clouded her mind, yet within her emerged the understanding Jiu Ying taught her: the essence of cultivating, from drawing essence, to consolidation—the clarity resurfacing with every word remembered. For cultivators, spiritual energy represents lifeblood, its circulation the crux of advancement. Throughout time, practitioners sought to convert essences into energies with speed, never contemplating energy's deconstruction back to essence. But confronted by the daunting task of subduing celestial energies, Fu Ling glimpsed an alternative path in cultivation. Advancement in cultivation stemmed not from energy, but essence itself. Even abundant energy exhausts eventually, yet essence remains the eternal, inexhaustible materiality of existence. Still panting, pain suffusing her heart, Fu Ling recalled the knowledge Jiu Ying imparted, yet one question unanswered: how to transform energy back into essence. Concentrating on the singular thread of her energy, her mind flipped through memories until it halted on that moment when Jiu Ying taught her essence gathering. "Senior sister, teach me once again, please? The foundation of cultivation—what truly is essence gathering?" The air carried her frail, delicate whisper, yet clear enough for Jiu Ying to hear. Uncertain why Fu Ling asked at such a dire moment, Jiu Ying's lips moved, whispering the twelve words she'd taught numerous times. "Inhale essence, compel fusion, and gather spirit." The essence-to-energy pivot lay in 'fusion', so what about reversing the process? Fu Ling's eyes turned blank, yet her mind sharpened. Understanding the ethereal law of energy merging dawned on her—separate first, then fuse! She needed to dismantle her energy back into essence, which celestial spirit energy viewed as an invisible asset, accepted to enhance strength. Nothing refuses empowerment, and energy is no exception. Disassembling energy required greater finesse and aptitude from a cultivator than controlling it outright. Expending all strength, Fu Ling meticulously broke down her wisp of energy into essence. As suspected, once dismantled into essence, it ceased repulsion from the celestial energy. Within a breath, the five essences dispersed throughout her body, merging seamlessly into the dominating energies. Converted into essence, the energy remained Fu Ling's; the essence, likewise, hers. She attempted to command the celestial energies, greeted by vehement resistance for her inaugural effort. Her body quaked, locked in a formidable internal war against celestial energy—a daunting struggle unimaginable in its severity! Jiu Ying witnessed this, her heart wrenched as if grasped in a vice, tingling with an agonizing ache. Wishing nothing more than to ease Fu Ling's suffering, powerless, she tightened her grasp on Fu Ling's hands to anchor her in reality, averting harm amidst the torment. The celestial spirit's aura was unwilling to submit to a mortal's control. Despite Fu Ling's relentless efforts, the ancient energies remained defiant. If they wouldn't comply and even sought to wrest control of her body, there was no reason to tolerate their presence! In a moment of desperate resolve, Fu Ling gritted her teeth, and, through sheer will and innate talent, shattered the energy within her body, transforming it entirely into spirit essence. Achieving such a feat required an extraordinary mental fortitude, far beyond the reach of ordinary people. In a flash, the spiritual energy dissipated, and the pain that tormented her finally vanished. All that remained within her dantian was the infinite, inexhaustible source of energy—the spirit essence derived from the marrow of an ancient celestial's bone. With boundless spirit essence within her, there was no longer any need to draw external energies for cultivation. Fu Ling thus became the first, and only, cultivator in millennia unbound by the constraints of any cultivation stages. Ranks and hierarchies, normally binding all others, were rendered irrelevant for her. Effortlessly, the spirit essence circulated through her meridians, healing the injuries inflicted by the conflict with celestial energies. Fu Ling blinked, her chest calmed, and the pain receded slowly. It was as though she had journeyed to the brink of death and back again. Instinctively, her gaze sought Jiu Ying. Their eyes met in midair. In an instant, she saw Jiu Ying's reddened eyes and a solitary tear poised to fall— Jiu Ying's tears. Could someone as composed and restraining as her senior sister truly shed tears? Fu Ling moved her lips, yearning to speak, but found her throat dry. Instead, she raised her hand, gently brushing Jiu Ying's cheek with her thumb to wipe away the tear, her voice coming out hoarse and soft: "Senior sister, don't cry. Lingling doesn't hurt." ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Another chapter will be posted tonight~ Thanks to the readers who voted for me or gave nutritional fluid between 2020-11-04 21:39:18 and 2020-11-05 13:46:12~ Thanks to the dear who placed a landmine: 阿故里嚓擦 with 1; Thanks to the dear who watered with nutritional fluid: 兩儀吳彥祖 with 10 bottles; Thank you all for your support, I'll keep working hard!