151 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

Chapter 151: The Days and Nights of Being Reborn as a Malicious Senior Sister GL Mo Ji? Fu Ling's expression shifted slightly as she cast a distant gaze at the girl in black. True to her suspicions, she saw a pair of red eyes. The Moon Maiden, it was really her! Recalling how Fang Yuan Qing was bitten by the demon hound, Fu Ling instantly realized that the so-called life-saving grace was nothing more than a carefully constructed ruse. First deceived and used by the girl she loved, then buried alive and entombed by her own father— From beginning to end, the only one kept in the dark was Fang Yuan Qing. A surge of anger rose in Fu Ling’s chest, her eyes faintly reddening. Others only knew that Fang Yuan Qing was bitten by a demon hound, unaware of how severe her injuries were. Beyond the numerous wounds across her body, the most horrifying was her right leg, where the calf was nearly chewed to pieces, causing pain merely from the sight. The demon hound deliberately targeted her leg because Mo Ji needed to keep her at Tianwu Cliff to "cultivate feelings" so that she would willingly return to Xuanming Sect for the ice lake water. The more she thought about it, the more Fu Ling's heart ached. Her beloved Yuan Qing deserved better. Why did she have to endure such torment and suffering? At this moment, she didn't dare to speculate how devastated Fang Yuan Qing would be upon waking and learning that the Moon Maiden she cherished was the one manipulating the demon hound to attack her. Such intense emotional fluctuations did not go unnoticed by Jiu Ying. Glancing sideways at the girl beside her, before she could speak, her vision was suddenly filled with a flash of icy white light and the clashing sound of iron rings. The Dragon Slayer blade, with seven rings on its back, becomes a demon-subduing sword with the removal of two. With a flick of her finger, two rings fell, the blade cutting through the air as a heavy murderous aura rose around them. Jiu Ying had no time to stop it; Fu Ling had already swung the sword against the wind towards the two figures ahead. This demon-subduing sword, most effective against evil creatures, though it lacked the blessing of dragon blood, still remained a formidable weapon against typical demons. Ming Yue, though weak, reacted swiftly, grabbing Meng Ji’s arm as the two of them vanished many miles away in an instant. Unfortunately, as fast as they were, they couldn't outrun Fu Ling. The five-ringed scimitar was a nemesis to demonic creatures. Every strike was accompanied by a fierce, chilling blood wind. If not for Meng Ji's assistance, Ming Yue would likely have already perished under the blade. The three of them moved swiftly, everything transpired in the blink of an eye. Jiu Ying, her cultivation not fully restored, by the time she caught up, Fu Ling’s blade was mere inches from Ming Yue's heart. Just as the blade seemed poised to fall, a golden dragon scale unexpectedly appeared, slicing through the air like cold breath, precisely blocking the blow aimed at Mo Ji's chest. At the moment of the steel blade colliding with the golden scale, golden and white lights intertwined as a faint cracking sound echoed, followed by a gentle breeze. The golden light dissipated, and the golden scale crumbled into fine powder, drifting down. Fu Ling’s eyes were bloodshot, turning to catch sight of a white figure— “Why did you stop me, Senior Sister?!” She was filled with hate, hatred for Mo Ji, who used trickery to approach Fang Yuan Qing, not only stealing the ice lake water but also Fang Yuan Qing's heart. Love is the hardest emotion to understand. How could she tell Fang Yuan Qing that the so-called benefactor, the alleged care, the alleged affection—all of it was a lie? Even the name that lingered in her mind was false. A chilling killing intent permeated the air, the temperature plummeting abruptly. Compared to Fu Ling, Jiu Ying remained more composed. Initially learning that Mo Ji was indeed the Moon Maiden, she too felt a surge of anger and a fleeting desire to kill. But after calming down, she realized such actions were inadvisable. It's true Mo Ji deceived Fang Yuan Qing, and it's also true Fang Yuan Qing had feelings for Mo Ji. If Fu Ling killed Ming Yue, she might avenge the demon hound attack but would also be killing someone Fang Yuan Qing liked. Jiu Ying looked at Fu Ling and gently shook her head, “You cannot kill her.” For the first time in her life, Fu Ling wanted to defy her senior sister's command. The girl's scimitar trembled, the rings jingling incessantly, each note carrying a trace of resentment. She was unwilling to stop— “She deceived Sister Yuan Qing!” Ming Yue stood aside, tears pooling in her eyes. Her skin was very pale, devoid of any color with several faint scars extending down from her brow, making her appear even more fragile and weak. She gazed at the blade tip, suddenly recalling the scene when Fu Ling had arrived at Tianwu Cliff searching for Fang Yuan Qing. At that time, Fu Ling had asked Fang Yuan Qing a question, the answer to which she still remembered clearly— When you say farewell to the Dao, will you leave, Sister, or stay? Stay. Such a resolute and firm tone, hiding the attachment and joy that she neither understood nor cherished. She owed Fang Yuan Qing too much. She couldn’t repay it, nor did she know how. Perhaps, death was the best way to express her apology and guilt. The atmosphere abruptly quieted. Fu Ling still held the blade poised. Jiu Ying observed the undying anger in her eyes and took a step toward her, intending to approach, when Mo Ji suddenly closed her eyes, swiftly grabbing the blade and with all her strength, directing the tip towards her own heart. Fu Ling flinched, quickly snapping back to reality, hurriedly retreating a few steps and withdrawing the sword. The sharp edge left a cut in her palm, a wave of pain spreading. Ming Yue looked up, revealing eyes filled with anguish. Jiu Ying watched this scene unfold, furrowing her brow. “I'm sorry—” In the silence, a soft whisper suddenly echoed, so mournful and pitiful. Meng Ji felt her heart ache listening to it, noticing the red string on Ming Yue’s wrist starting to fade, and her own eyes reddened. With only four days left of the seven-day period. Jiu Ying sighed lightly, averting her gaze to the blood on the ground, letting out a quiet sigh, “What’s the meaning of saying sorry now?” “Should you truly wish to compensate her, let her never learn of this.” Ming Yue’s eyes were red, her hands clenched tightly into fists, not feeling the pain from her palm's wound. She wanted to say more, but before she could open her lips, a cold voice filled with threat echoed, making her swallow her words instantly— “From now on, do not seek her out.” ＊＊＊ After leaving Yuchun Hall, Fu Ling remained furious. She couldn't fathom why her senior sister chose to spare Mo Ji. The two walked together in silence, heading towards Guixi City. Jiu Ying reached out to take her hand, but Fu Ling sulkily swung her sleeve to hide her hand, refusing to let her senior sister even touch her, quickening her pace in defiance. Still sulking. Neither spoke, as they walked one in front of the other. Jiu Ying frowned slightly, watching in silence, before finally quickening her pace to catch up. This time, before the young girl could resist, she extended her hand, grasping the slender, fair wrist. “Are you still angry?” The calm, indifferent voice carried an undertone of apology, the underlying distress evident. Fu Ling halted, turning her head away without a word, still unwilling to speak. Such silent refusal, clearly hiding much internal turmoil. Jiu Ying's grip tightened slightly, pressing her palm more firmly against the delicate skin. She loosened her lips, not waiting for the girl’s response, proactively explaining, “For someone who went to Tianwu Cliff to find Miss Fang, could you not see she already harbors affection for Mo Ji?” Fu Ling paused, looking up directly at her heart’s desire, speaking with unyielding righteousness, “But Mo Ji deceived her from start to finish. How should she face this when she wakes up?” “Betrayed by her own father, deceived by the one she likes—I just feel for her, she shouldn't have to suffer such agony!” The more she spoke, the angrier she became. As a friend, her feelings were not misplaced. Jiu Ying saw the clear affection in those bright, watery eyes, her heart stirred slightly. “Have you considered how Miss Fang would view you if you killed Mo Ji?” “You are her good friend, and Mo Ji is her loved one. Your actions would only cause her more pain.” Fu Ling had never considered this perspective. It wasn't until Jiu Ying pointed it out that she suddenly realized how narrowly she had avoided making a grave mistake in a moment of impulse. Fang Yuan Qing was gentle and kind-hearted, rarely engaging in conflicts with others. Even when bullied, she would choose to silently endure. Someone like her, even if she found out Mo Ji had deceived her, would likely not harbor any thoughts of vengeance. Understanding that Fu Ling was worried about Fang Yuan Qing, Jiu Ying offered further reassurance, “We should wait until Miss Fang wakes up to decide how to handle this.” “As for Mo Ji—she seems to be on the brink of death. Despite my warnings, I suspect she will still seek her out.” Fu Ling blinked, trying to grasp the core of the message. “Mo Ji is dying?” “Then what will happen to Sister Yuan Qing?!” The young girl was pure-hearted; although she had just considered killing Mo Ji, upon hearing of her impending death, she began to worry instead. Affairs of the heart are tangled and complex, especially the intricate relationship between Fang Yuan Qing and Ming Yue. Fu Ling felt overwhelmed, unsure how best to handle the situation to achieve the most favorable outcome. Seeing her troubled expression, Jiu Ying sighed softly, her fingers loosening to gently clasp Fu Ling’s delicate, soft hand. She shook her head, her tone laced with helplessness, “I don’t know either.” “The fate of mortals is governed by the heavens. You and I are mere spectators.” “If one does their best with a clear conscience, that is enough.” Is fate truly preordained? Fu Ling heard these words but held a different belief in her heart. In the past, she too believed in fate because there was nothing worth opposing destiny. As she gazed at the beautiful woman before her, she contemplated quietly before speaking softly yet earnestly, “Life's destiny should be in one’s own hands.” “How can one obtain what they desire without striving for it?” Although most practitioners revered the heavenly way, Jiu Ying, despite her past tribulations and lack of reverence for the celestial, still believed in the heavenly way. Fu Ling’s words hinted at questioning the heavenly way. Contemplating further, Jiu Ying was startled by the realization, her brow furrowing slightly. Noticing her concern, Fu Ling shook her head and softly offered an explanation, “Senior Sister needn’t worry. Not believing in fate doesn’t imply disrespect for the heavenly way.” “I simply feel that a person’s life should not be subject to others.” Author's Note: Thank you to the little angels who voted or nourished me with nutrients between 2020-12-28 23:54:15 and 2020-12-29 23:58:29~ Thanks to the angel who threw landmines: 1 by JG; Thanks to the angels who provided nutrient support: 148 bottles by WF, 50 incomplete bottles by YTYN, 44 bottles by FZ, 10 bottles each by CBHH and KG, and 1 bottle by ZKN; Thank you all for your support, I will continue to work hard!