154 - Douluo: Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass

# Chapter 154: Days and Nights of Rebirth as the Malicious Senior Sister (Qingming Couple Special) - A GL Story Dream or reality? Fang Yuanqing couldn't tell. Days of confinement in the coffin left her thoughts in disarray. She shifted slightly, holding the body in her arms tighter, her gaze often lingering on the pale, delicate face, a subconscious smile tugging at her lips. The sensation of watery marrow pressing against her heart was excruciating, a gift from her own father. Trapped within the black coffin, she endured this agony endlessly. Even when her physical form was liberated, her soul remained ensnared in a nightmare of betrayal and murder, never to awaken. The emergence of Mingyue was like a blaze of light, rescuing her from the frigid darkness and allowing her, for the first time, to forget those painful memories and smile anew. The sunlight was warm, enveloping her as it shone down. The chill within the coffin slowly dissipated, no longer as horrifying and cold as before. After half an hour, Mingyue finally awoke. As soon as she opened her eyes, the face she had longed for over many days greeted her. Before she could process her surroundings, her eyes reddened, mist gathering, with tears spilling down silently, her voice laden with sorrow and apology. "I'm sorry—" Fang Yuanqing didn't understand why she was apologizing, her brows furrowed tightly. Seeing her benefactor cry so sorrowfully, her heart ached. She reached out, her fingertips gently touching the swollen eyelids of the young girl. "Why apologize?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of tenderness. She quietly observed the girl's eyes, her gaze soft as water, on her face a look of awe — The effect of the icy lake's water was evident; it truly had cured Mingyue's blindness. As imagined, those were very beautiful eyes, filled with tears, evoking pity. Just a glance made it difficult for her to look away. She moved her fingers, the pad of her index finger gently tracing the faint marks at the corner of Mingyue's eyes, as if in sympathy. Mingyue felt the gentle soothing touch, and her tears fell even more. Before entering the dream, she had begged the dream sprite to grant her eyes like everyone else's, so that Fang Yuanqing wouldn't discover her true identity. She didn't dare to tell the truth. She feared Fang Yuanqing would hate her. Blinking, she shook her head, biting her lip hard. With only four days left to live, everything that began with deceit would end in deceit. Let this encounter be just a beautiful dream. *** Determined to hide everything, Mingyue cried for a quarter-hour in Fang Yuanqing's embrace, refusing to explain regardless of the inquiries. It wasn't until after noon that they finally emerged from the coffin. Mingyue was covered in filth, her clothes and hair stained with black mud, though her face remained exposed, looking particularly pitiful. Seeing her in such a state, Fang Yuanqing knew how much the girl had suffered to save her. Recalling those tear-stained eyes, her heart ached sharply. "Yaoyao." The familiar call made the girl lift her head from her daze. Those eyes, usually closed, were slightly open now, revealing grey-ink pupils with a hint of fear, like a frightened bunny, evoking tenderness. Fang Yuanqing gazed at those lovely eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. After a moment of silence, she spoke again, "I'll take you to Yuchun Hall." Finishing, she raised a hand to gently touch Mingyue's cheek, her fingertips resting on the mark left behind by a scar. "I had my mother prepare salve for scar removal, intending to give it to you, but never had the chance —" Mingyue hadn't expected Fang Yuanqing to still care about restoring her appearance, her guilt only deepening. Before she could finish speaking, Mingyue interrupted impatiently. "No need to say more, Yaoyao understands!" How could she bear to make Fang Yuanqing recount the tale of being killed by her father? It was too cruel. She stepped forward, placing her hand in Fang Yuanqing's, her eyes reddening as she smiled. "Sis, let's go." "Yaoyao is visiting Yuchun Hall for the first time, it's the first time visiting your home, sis." Fang Yuanqing nodded, gripping her soft hands tighter. Taifeng Peak wasn't far from Yuchun Hall, with not a soul in sight along the way. The world was terribly quiet, silent without the slightest noise, as if only the two of them existed. As Fang Yuanqing's thoughts gradually cleared, she realized everything around her was a delusive dream. She was a bit confused, and somewhat afraid — Afraid that the Moonlight Sister before her was just a figment of her imagination. Yuchun Hall was deserted, but she knew perfectly how Feng Suqiu organized her belongings, quickly finding the fragrant ointment in the medicine cabinet. While Mingyue bathed, Fang Yuanqing happened to arrive just as Mingyue emerged, bare, from the pool. The mist hung thick in the air. In the haze, all Fang Yuanqing saw was an unblemished form of white jade beauty standing silently before her. "Yaoyao forgot to bring clothes, can I wear your sister's?" Before she could react, the girl's voice followed the steam to her ears. The subtle tension grew, rendering Fang Yuanqing speechless. Mingyue saw this and stepped closer, her upper body almost pressed against Fang Yuanqing. She reached out, hugging Fang Yuanqing's waist tightly, pressing her half face against her shoulder, gently nuzzling, as if coquettishly. "Sis, Yaoyao is cold, do you have clothes for me?" Such an ambiguous action nearly stopped Fang Yuanqing's breath. She tried to step back to create some distance, but the girl in her arms only held her tighter, pressing their bodies further together. She could feel how soft the weight against her chest was. "I've prepared clothes, right beside the bath, let me fetch them for you." Keeping her face calm, she was flustered inside. As Fang Yuanqing hurried to get the clothes, Mingyue shook her head, her tone somewhat dissatisfied. "That's men's wear, the female disciples of Hehuan Sect cannot wear it, sis, I want to wear your dress." Dress? Fang Yuanqing didn't expect her to make such a request; she was dazed for a moment before understanding. "Then release me first, I'll find you a dress." Mingyue remained unsatisfied, raising her head, her beautiful eyes gazing at the woman dressed in men's clothing, her look shimmering brightly. "One dress isn't enough, I want two." "My sister should wear one, too." "Yaoyao hasn't seen my sister in women's clothing yet." "Yaoyao wants to see, will you wear it for Yaoyao, sis?" The gentle request seemed imbued with a hint of coquettishness. Fang Yuanqing inexplicably blushed. She nodded, swiftly loosening the lotus arms encircling her waist, turning to flee from the bath as if escaping. Mingyue stood nude, her expression slowly fading into pain once Fang Yuanqing's slender back disappeared from view. She owed Fang Yuanqing too much; the only thing she could leave her was the pair of divine eyes granted by heaven. When her life ended, she would give Fang Yuanqing her eyes, along with her body. After that, they would never see each other again for all eternity. Fang Yuanqing quickly returned with two sets of female attire. Perhaps because she was cold, Mingyue had returned to the pool. She gestured for Fang Yuanqing to join her. "Sis~" It was a blatant hint, yet her expression was utterly calm, as if sharing a bath was the most mundane thing. Fang Yuanqing stood at the pool's edge, clutching the clothes, recalling gossip from fellow sect relatives: how the female cultivators of Hehuan Sect were notorious for their lasciviousness, their prowess in bed unmatched. Once ensnared, none could forget the delirious ecstasy. It was said this was because during training, they would use their fellow female disciples as objects of seduction, analyzing their own skills to pinpoint weaknesses and areas needing improvement. Fang Yuanqing's mind was a jumble, unable to resist the thought of whether her benefactor had bathed with others before, which is why she was so boldly inviting her to share a bath now. She placed the clothes by her feet, hesitating, her brows knit tightly together. Mingyue, thinking she was being shy, urged her again, "Sister, come down." With Mingyue's repeated calls, Fang Yuanqing couldn't refuse and reluctantly undressed to step into the water. Initially, they were far apart, but gradually they found themselves closer, initiated by Mingyue. "Did you bring the salve for scars, sister?" At the mention, Fang Yuanqing nodded, retrieving the ointment from her clothes on the ground, handing it to the girl before her. But instead of taking it, Mingyue pressed her body against Fang Yuanqing, pinning her to the pool wall. "Sister, could you help apply it?" Both were bare, surrounded by steam. Fang Yuanqing sensed something amiss, yet Mingyue's calm demeanor made her second-guess herself. She pocketed the ointment, allowing their skins to touch, their proximity becoming increasingly inappropriate. When it came time to apply the ointment, Fang Yuanqing reclined by the poolside, with Mingyue clinging to her waist, their soft chests, abdomens, slender waists, and graceful legs all pressed together. The moment her fingertips coated with ointment brushed Mingyue's pale face, the atmosphere changed entirely. It felt as if a fire blazed in the bath, causing Fang Yuanqing's body to heat up intensely, her hands trembling uncontrollably. She glanced at the girl in her arms, gently sighing while averting her gaze— "Yaoyao, stop using your charm magic on me." Had she figured it out? Mingyue bit her lip, as if embarrassed. After a pause, she softly apologized. "Sister, I'm sorry." "Yaoyao was blind, and with an unseemly appearance, no one in the sect would let me practice charm magic, so I wanted to try it now." "Please don't be angry; Yaoyao didn't do it on purpose." Fang Yuanqing was taken aback, surprised. Unexpectedly, joy surged within her, maybe because her benefactor had never been so intimate with anyone else. She gently spread the salve evenly on Mingyue’s eye corners, waiting for it to absorb before speaking again. "I'm not angry." "If you wish to continue, then do so." "Do you need me to do anything?" Such indulgent words, not even her elder sister, Guichen, had heard them from her. Mingyue's heart raced faster, her cheeks burning redder. Her head hung low, inexplicably shy, before finally speaking. "No need for you to do anything." "You just need to feel." Charm magic, Guichen excelled at it. Having grown up around it, Mingyue naturally learned plenty. But now, she didn't want to use this alluring magic. She lifted her eyes, staring directly at Fang Yuanqing, her gaze rippling like water, more captivating now than before without any seduction. They remained in this silent gaze, their heartbeats thundering. Before Fang Yuanqing could react, a hand fell on her waist, and in the next moment, soft lips pressed against hers, a tongue prying her mouth open. Though it was the first kiss for both, their exchange was intense. Fang Yuanqing initially endured, but soon became the aggressor. In the end, their positions reversed, with Mingyue pressed against the pool wall, breathless, tears of frustration welling up. Desire overwhelmed reason. Once calm, Fang Yuanqing released her, realizing her benefactor's lips were reddened from her bites. It was embarrassing. Mingyue's eyes shimmered with tears, about to touch her wounded lips when her finger was swiftly held down. "Don't touch, it will hurt." She blinked, her tears ceased, her voice still gently soft as she spoke. "It happened because I used the charm magic wrongly, not your fault, Sister." Managing to comfort her even now, Fang Yuanqing felt a growing tenderness for her. "I'll get some ointment." She climbed out, dressing swiftly before leaving. Mingyue quickly followed her, out the door together. In silence they journeyed to the medicine cabinet, where Mingyue tugged on Fang Yuanqing's sleeve, asking softly, "Can we continue tomorrow?" "The magic went wrong today." Holding the door, Fang Yuanqing hesitated, memories of the intense kiss returning. Though it was incited by magic, she couldn't help but savor it. In a moment swept by inexplicable impulse, she nodded— "Alright." **Author's Note: Chapters 152 and 153 have been revised. There's one more update today; leave comments to get a hug! Thank you to the angels who cast rockets or watered me with nutrient solution between 2020-12-31 21:11:55 and 2021-01-02 12:16:34~ Thank you to the angels who cast rockets: Fengzi 4; Thank you to the angels who cast landmines: Qingjin 3; An Itchy Rat in Africa, Muqingmu, Chu Yong Mu Xia, Passing By, Yu Jun Chu Shi, Section Xian Ge 1; Thank you to the angels who watered with nutrient solution: Aiyowei, Qingjin 50 bottles; Maiomme 38 bottles; Yusheng Duoxian 20 bottles; Kangchu Zanghua Hao Duanxiao 19 bottles; Xie Zhi 14 bottles; Luren 12 bottles; Han Xu, Mo Ran Li Shang◎, Walk Backwards, UC Clothes 10 bottles; A Tong Doesn't Want to Write Homework, I Am Just Me 5 bottles; Shuangxue 3 bottles; Qingchi 2 bottles; Thank you everyone for your support, I will keep working hard!