149 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Chapter 149: Daily Life After Rebirth as the Vicious Senior Sister Fang Ke Yuan is dead, but the fact that he committed murder remains. While Feng Su Qiu was arranging Fang Qi Shan's funeral, Si Yi Guang took the opportunity to widely publicize this incident. Before long, the tragedy of a father killing his son spread throughout the cultivation world. Even the demons and monsters heard of it. Ming Yue, after being scolded by Meng Ji, lay low for a while after returning to the demon realm. Yet when Gui Chen awoke, her heart, having tasted love for the first time, began harboring new thoughts— She wanted to find Fang Yuan Qing. She missed her. But she was just an eighteen-year-old girl who had never tasted the sweetness of love. How could one control their heart so rationally and calmly when meeting someone they were drawn to? Under the deepening night sky, she secretly leaped from her window, preparing to go alone to find Fang Yuan Qing at Yu Chun Hall. The journey was smooth and unimpeded. Just as she was about to leave the No Return Valley, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks— "Ming Yue, where are you going?" It was still Meng Ji. As Gui Chen's close friend, she regarded Ming Yue as a younger sister as well. She didn’t want Ming Yue to have any entanglements with those of the righteous path and thus repeatedly prevented her from meeting Fang Yuan Qing. However, after tonight, she wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. She walked toward the young girl. Before getting close, she spoke softly, “If you’re going to find Fang Yuan Qing, there’s no need.” The unexpected words made Ming Yue's heart twitch. She turned around, her red eyes appearing even more enchanting under the moonlight. “What do you mean by no need?” Seeing the flash of worry in her eyes, Meng Ji hesitated to speak the truth, her previously planned words stuck in her throat. The atmosphere suddenly turned a bit cold and silent. Ming Yue's face, already devoid of color, turned even paler. Inside her sleeves, her hands clenched and unclenched with anxiety, as she asked again, “What exactly happened?” Meng Ji opened her mouth, remaining silent for a long time before finally responding, “She’s dead. Fang Ke Yuan, to transfer the curse, sealed her in a coffin alive.” “I heard she’s to be buried tomorrow.” Dead? It seemed like Ming Yue was hearing the word for the first time, stunned for nearly half a moment before reacting. Her facial markings were destroyed, and the chaotic demonic energy within her had long surpassed what her body could bear. Normally, after casting the curse on Fang Ke Yuan, she should have perished. The only reason she was still alive was the breath sustaining her from sheer willpower. This will began as a desire to resurrect Gui Chen, turning over time to longing for Fang Yuan Qing. Meng Ji didn’t know she was already on the brink of death; telling her Fang Yuan Qing was dead shattered her will and took away her remaining life force. Without a word of response, the girl before her fell straight to the ground. The Silent Dark Valley was instantly engulfed in dense layers of heavy demonic energy. The moonlit starry night above was all painted in a dreadful black. Endless demonic energy poured from the girl, drifting away into a directionless distance. Natural phenomena were triggered, immediately attracting the attention of the Heavenly Oracle Sect. Half the sky was shrouded in thick black mist. Given the demonic energy leaking so far, the downfall of the naturally four-eyed demon princess was imminent. ＊＊＊ With the funeral over, Fang Qi Shan ceased to exist in this world. In Yu Chun Hall, Fu Ling watched the unconscious woman on the bed, her face full of worry. Through relentless effort, she finally managed to pray to the heavens for a celestial true energy. Unfortunately, Fang Yuan Qing still hadn’t woken up. That breath was stuck in her throat, refusing to come out. Seeing Fu Ling troubled day and night over this, eating and sleeping uneasily, Jiu Ying felt heartache. After some thought, she decided to take her out for a walk, hoping it would ease her mind a bit. They hadn’t returned to Qing Bamboo Sect for many days, so they went there first for a brief stay. Jiu Ying had only recently transformed into a dragon, and her body was still weak, requiring a few drops of her bond master’s blood daily to maintain human form. That night, just as Fu Ling was about to sleep, a quiet, rhythmic tapping at her door roused her from her dreams. It was past midnight, and only Jiu Ying would come looking for her at this hour. Guessed the visitor correctly, her heart warmed. She quickly jumped out of bed without bothering to put on a coat, and hurried to open the door. As expected, standing outside was her dear senior sister. Her cute senior sister in a child’s form. Usually, Fu Ling would offer blood on her own accord. But today, she deliberately pretended to forget, refraining from delivering blood to her heart's desire, hoping that she would come seeking her tonight. With only a thin white undershirt draped over her, her attire was sparse. A single button secured her side, inadequately covering areas it should, instead revealing glimpses of her soft, pale skin at her chest and collarbone. Such allure, indeed, was radiant spring. Her thick black hair fell, framing her delicate face, making it appear even fairer. Strands of hair danced along her cheeks, resting naughtily between the ample peaks barely veiled, adding a hint of intrigue. The nineteen-year-old Fu Ling, fully matured, had become increasingly alluring. Jiu Ying's gaze traveled upward, from the ivory waist to the slender, elegant neck; the more she observed, the tighter her brow furrowed. How could she dress so scantily? Didn’t that young girl learn to button properly at the last Si family's wedding banquet? Why is she dressed even more provocatively now? She pursed her lips, withdrawing her gaze, though her heartbeat quickened inexplicably. The vision of spring she just witnessed lingered uncontrollably in her mind. Amid swirling thoughts, the young girl suddenly bent down, grasping her hand. A sweet, tender voice echoed in her ears, “Senior Sister~” The surroundings were dark, the moonlight faint, lending only a faint glow. Due to the forward-leaning body of the girl in front, as she looked up, her gaze naturally fell upon the soft, round peaks. A breeze swept by, and the loosely fitted garment fluttered softly. The enticing scene at her chest was suddenly revealed even more. Jiu Ying dared not look further, hastily turning her head aside. Not allowing Fu Ling to speak again, she chastised coldly, “The night is cold, hurry back to your room.” Her heart had already begun to wobble. In her previous life, she never noticed that her own body could be so beautiful. The harsh words were somewhat of a mood killer. Fu Ling bit her lip, feeling a bit aggrieved. Returning to the sect, she had sought advice from Chun Xi on problems in love. She wanted to know if her sister had feelings for her, even just a little. Chun Xi, upon hearing her dilemma, couldn’t help but chuckle, offering only one piece of advice— Like or not, depends if there’s desire. The activation of the love gu was the insect sensing desire. And that desire stemmed from those intimate thoughts deep inside. In almost an instant, Fu Ling grasped Chun Xi's meaning. Thus, she orchestrated tonight’s little show of exposed allure. Yet, Jiu Ying seemed utterly uninterested in her body. Realizing this left her feeling downhearted. Remembering the cold reprimand as well only added to her sadness. As she arose, she merely whispered a soft ‘oh’. The two, one big, one small, returned to the room together. Once the door closed, it shut out the light outside completely. Fu Ling tucked Jiu Ying into bed, went to open the window, and then slipped under the covers herself. Both of them lay side by side, gazing at each other without speaking. The air felt warm and slightly ambiguous. Fu Ling sighed softly, looking at her beloved’s youthful, pretty face as all her disappointment vanished in an instant. Humans are greedy beings. Even when life is already beautiful, she always desires to take it a step further, to gain more. She extended her right hand, bringing her fingertips to those small, soft lips, and sincerely apologized, "I forgot to feed you blood today. I'm sorry." What was there to apologize for? Jiu Ying didn't understand. She only felt that Fu Ling was behaving strangely tonight, different from usual. Before she could even respond, the girl's fingertip pressed against her lips. "Senior Sister~" Again, that soft call came, laden with emotions difficult to comprehend. Jiu Ying was momentarily taken aback, loosening her lips after a while. Using the tip of her tongue, she gently bit into the soft fingertip. A few drops of fresh blood oozed from the wound, carried into her throats as she sucked it. The celestial spirit energy dispersed within her, and a pair of small dragon horns appeared on her forehead, tinged faintly with gold under the hazy moonlight, resembling an illusion rather than reality. Strangely, despite having become a green dragon, her horns remained golden. Fu Ling couldn't help herself and gently touched them with her left hand— When the dragon horns appear, perhaps they too wish for your touch. This was what Jiu Ying had said during the lantern festival, words she remembered clearly. The smooth, cool sensation was delightful, a simple caress left her yearning for more. Her hand still hovered mid-air, savoring the feeling beneath her palm when the little girl in her arms reverted to her adult form. The cute, gentle face transformed into the familiar, ice-cold, yet stunning visage. Cold and alluring, with a gaze that could send shivers down one’s spine. Yet, Fu Ling couldn’t resist her fondness, moving inexorably closer. They were already the closest in the world. The room was silent, not a sound to be heard. Fu Ling, seemingly bewitched by this beauty, noticed the trace of red blood on the other’s lips. Without thinking, she instinctively leaned forward, intending to cleanse it with her own lips. The ambiance was just right for such a moment. But just as she was half an inch away from those red lips, a breeze from outside gently roused her from a daze. Throughout, Jiu Ying remained motionless, calmly watching her— Neither resisting nor accepting the advance. Startled as if frightened, Fu Ling retreated, almost wishing to escape the bed. It was so embarrassing to be caught in such a state in front of the one she liked. Her face turned beet red, her breath erratic. The slight panting, the blush on her cheeks, coupled with the glimpse of her neck and chest, made her allure unbeknownst to her. Even Jiu Ying found her own breathing slightly quickened. She reached out from under the covers, her fingers brushing over the thin white shirt, silently covering the exposed skin, preventing it from stirring any further desire. “In the future, do not dress like this again.” She didn’t seem to dwell on the missed kiss, her tone still calm and indifferent. Fu Ling, her face flushed, allowed the other to button her clothes. After a while, she finally spoke up, embarrassed. “I didn’t hold back because it’s you, Senior Sister.” Jiu Ying paused upon hearing this, stopping for a half second, “Even if it's me, you still shouldn’t.” “Why not?” The girl pressed further, but Jiu Ying did not answer. She withdrew her fingers, slowly lifting her gaze to the face so similar yet different from memory, and in her steadiest voice, asked the most blush-inducing question— “Why didn’t you continue just now?” A perplexing question. Fu Ling didn’t understand, her lips moved slightly. Only when the atmosphere grew ambiguous again did she realize what Jiu Ying meant by ‘continue’— Her senior sister was asking why she didn’t go ahead and kiss. The mood quickly became intimate, the surrounding temperature seemed to rise. At that moment, not only was her face hot, her heart too felt enveloped in fire, burning fiercely. How should she respond? How could she? She didn’t even dare look into those always rational, calm eyes— Jiu Ying had never harbored desire for her, yet she was always yearning for deeper intimacy. Suddenly, she felt embarrassed. It seemed she had offended her senior sister again. While the blanket was warm, the fire in her heart quietly extinguished. She opened her mouth, uttering three sorrowful words— “I’m sorry.” It was the second apology that evening. Jiu Ying didn’t know why she apologized again, her eyebrows knitted tighter, voice icy, “Why didn’t you continue?” The colder the interrogation, the more embarrassed Fu Ling felt. She blinked, her gaze dropped low, her thick eyelashes trembling with her breath, making her appear ever so pitiable. It was only after some time, enough for the heat from her blush to fade, that she managed to offer her explanation, “I didn’t want to do something Senior Sister wasn’t willing to do.” Not willing? Jiu Ying paused. She had never pondered this issue. To her, it wasn’t about willingness or unwillingness, only whether Fu Ling wanted it— As long as it was something Fu Ling wanted, she wouldn’t refuse. She pursed her lips, unsure of what to say. After much deliberation, she could only voice her most genuine thoughts, “What defines willingness, or unwillingness? I can’t distinguish.” “I only know that I neither reject nor detest sharing a kiss with you.” Fu Ling’s eyes widened, she quickly lifted her head. Her mind raced, yet she couldn’t decipher the true meaning of those words. Before she could respond, a hand settled softly on her cheek, stroking gently. “Would the love gu trigger?” Fu Ling was even more bewildered. She didn’t understand why Jiu Ying suddenly asked this. “What?” Her confused look was especially endearing. Recalling the moment this girl nearly dared to kiss her, Jiu Ying couldn’t help but smile. She leaned in, wrapping her arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her closer. Once they were close again, she posed the question once more, “If I were to kiss you, would it trigger the love gu?” Fu Ling’s ears rang, thinking she misheard. Her mind hazy, she stammered, “Senior Sister, could you, could you say it again?” The earnestness of her demeanor was truly charming. Jiu Ying chuckled softly and repeated herself, “Could I kiss you?” The same question, asked three times. At that moment, Fu Ling finally realized she hadn’t misheard. Her eyes fluttered, her nose tingled with inexplicable emotion; before her mind could react, her body responded first. Nodding, sweetly and obediently. Jiu Ying felt a tenderness swelling in her heart, her fingers gently lifted that delicate chin, cautiously bringing their lips together. The four soft lips met briefly before pulling apart swiftly. It was a fleeting brush, barely even a kiss. Yet it was so beautiful—it was— Enough for Fu Ling to remember for a lifetime. Yet she still couldn't discern her true feelings because her emotions towards 00 were so complex, having been deceived by false love throughout her past life. 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