Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 104

“What is this…?”

Cangwu reached out and lightly stroked the tender sprout. The tip of the sprout was stained with her blood. The light yellow bud core, like a fish near death from lack of water, suddenly twisted towards Cangwu’s finger. The soft, fragile stems instantly wrapped around her finger, and countless tiny thorns pierced into her flesh.

Cangwu’s eyes narrowed. This thing was sucking her blood.

Just as she was about to twist her hand and snap off the spiritual herb, Mu Fuan suddenly lunged forward, dragging her broken leg.

Cangwu’s movement paused, and she frowned, her tone none too kind: “What are you doing?”

Mu Fuan gritted her teeth, enduring the pain. Her face was covered in sweat and smudged with dirt, making her look entirely dusty. Her eyes shone as she looked at the spiritual herb beneath Cangwu’s hand, saying excitedly: “Glazed Serried Leaves! This is the Glazed Serried Leaves!”

Cangwu frowned, looking at the grass biting and sucking the blood from her fingertip. Reflecting on the appearance of the Glazed Serried Leaves Elder Yu had shown them, the two were utterly dissimilar.

“This really is the Glazed Serried Leaves!” Mu Fuan didn’t know why she was so certain, but an instinct that flashed through her heart told her that this was the Glazed Serried Leaves they were looking for!

What if it really is…

Cangwu relaxed her grip, allowing the small thing to suck her blood.

Once it had absorbed enough blood, the stem of the Glazed Serried Leaves was no longer transparent and faintly yellow. The entire spiritual herb became a vibrant, fresh red, from the inside out. Starting as a tender sprout, it slowly grew and extended. In this brief moment, it was already as long as a hand span, with a tiny bud crowning the top, like an ornament of a red tear-drop.

“It sure is hungry,” Cangwu’s lips were slightly pale.

Mu Fuan saw her condition and silently reached out her hand: “How about I take over?”

Cangwu withdrew her finger. The spiritual herb still seemed unsatisfied. The entire plant twisted, following Cangwu’s finger. Cangwu glanced at the knuckle of her index finger, which was dotted with countless tiny pinpricks of blood.

Mu Fuan offered her finger, prepared to be bitten, but to her surprise, the spiritual herb completely avoided her hand. Its leaves slowly folded inward, entering a state of rest.

A sound came from above. Cangwu felt the weight on her arm suddenly lighten. She took the opportunity to brace herself, and the rocks crashed heavily to the side. Light pierced through. Cangwu instinctively squinted her eyes.

“What did you two run into? How did you end up buried in the mountain?” Lingguang jumped down from the nearby rocks. Seeing their miserable state, she gasped sharply.

Mu Fuan was covered in dirt, had a broken leg, and Cangwu was no better off, covered in blood with tattered robes.

Cangwu stood up and pointed to Mu Fuan, who was struggling on the ground: “You two take her back.”

Lingguang looked at her: “You’re not coming back?”

Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly saw Cangwu clear the bloodstains from her body with a turn of spiritual power, change into another set of Yanggu white-gold robes, and then sit down cross-legged on the spot to meditate peacefully. As her sleeves fluttered, the cuff was embroidered with a golden character: “Jun (君, Lord/Sovereign).”

“My injuries are not serious. I’ll just recuperate here for a bit, and look after the Glazed Serried Leaves while I’m at it.” Cangwu inhaled a breath. Her nasal cavity was instantly filled with the faint lotus fragrance lingering on the robes. For a moment, it was as if the woman was gently holding her in her arms, softly blowing on her wounds.

Cangwu curled her fingertips, a slight soreness welling up in her chest.

“Glazed Serried Leaves!” Mohuaisheng, who had just helped Mu Fuan up, suddenly raised his voice upon hearing her words.

Lingguang also looked over in surprise. Sure enough, protected by a barrier in front of Cangwu, she saw a spiritual herb that was entirely fresh red and strikingly vivid.

The colors of most spiritual herbs were subdued and elegant; those this vibrant were often poisonous.

“Cangwu, this… doesn’t quite look like it, does it?” Lingguang hesitated. “This herb feels like it could poison a whole group of people.”

Cangwu looked up at Mu Fuan: “She says it is.”

Mu Fuan stood on one leg, steadying herself with Mohuaisheng’s help. Seeing all three pairs of eyes on her, she said softly, “It really is.”

“Fuan, have you seen the Glazed Serried Leaves before?” Mohuaisheng asked.

Mu Fuan frowned. In the rapidly flashing images in her mind, she had indeed seen the Glazed Serried Leaves.

Hesitating for a moment, Mu Fuan nodded, then recounted the anomalies she experienced after arriving at Changze Mountain.

When entering Changze Mountain to search for spirit herbs, she had followed her instincts completely to this peak. Despite the mountain being covered in scorched earth, she even saw a small path that had been carved out here long ago. At the end of the path was a cave.

At that time, images of a lush, green Changze Mountain constantly flashed in her mind. She walked into the cave completely unguarded, but unexpectedly, a giant serpent was lurking inside. She ran out in a panic, inadvertently waking up the giant serpent guarding the cave.

Cangwu listened, remembering what Xun Qi had said when looking at Mu Fuan.

“A member of the Ming Clan?”

“Can’t even kill properly.”

Changze Mountain was once the domain of the Valley of Spiritual Medicine, which was founded by the medical cultivators of the Ming lineage.

“Mu Fuan, have you always been a member of the Mu family?” Cangwu voiced a suspicion.

Mu Fuan moved her lips: “No, Aunt Mu brought me back to the Mu family.”

Cangwu: “How much do you remember before going to the Mu family?”

Mu Fuan shook her head: “I don’t remember, not even Aunt Mu bringing me back to the Mu family.”

Lingguang and Mohuaisheng on the side also understood the implication of Cangwu’s questions. Lingguang looked at Cangwu and asked: “Cangwu, are you suspecting Fuan is the orphan of the Ming Clan from the Valley of Spiritual Medicine?”

Mu Fuan opened her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise.

“If Fuan truly is from the Valley of Spiritual Medicine, then it makes sense that she has memories of Changze Mountain,” Mohuaisheng said. He glanced at Mu Fuan’s condition and frowned. “We’ll discuss this later. For now, let’s take her back to find Elder Yu.”

Lingguang nodded: “Right, right.”

Although Cangwu said she wasn’t going back, Lingguang stayed behind to accompany her. Mohuaisheng took Mu Fuan away.

The two sat cross-legged facing each other. Lingguang continuously pinched her jade token, sending one message after another to Song Qingcheng, but received no reply. She slowly frowned.

Did something happen?

Shaking her head to dispel any negative thoughts, Lingguang diverted her attention to stop herself from overthinking. She looked at Cangwu. Her eyes flickered, and she quietly asked, “Cangwu, what kind of sword do you like?”

Cangwu opened her eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid qi. Her breathing stabilized, and her complexion was no longer as poor as before.

“I don’t have a preference.”

The sword she loved had already been destroyed.

Lingguang guessed she would say this, so she smiled and said, “I promised to forge a new sword for you before. Since you can’t choose one you like, I’ll make one for you that mimics Lanshan’s Endless.”

Before the words were fully spoken, Cangwu’s lips curled into a slight smile: “Good.”

Lingguang inwardly gave a little hmph, thinking, She really is Lanshan’s little tail. She likes anything related to Lanshan.

Thinking of Lanshan Jun, Lingguang’s expression subtly changed. There was something she had kept to herself for a long time. She hesitated for a moment but finally spoke: “Cangwu, actually, when we were waiting for Lanshan on the three thousand steps before, we saw… we saw two souls fighting over the body. The two souls looked very similar.”

Xie Qingshuang was also there at the time. She had asked Elder Xue about the issue of forced possession, but Elder Xue hadn’t given a clear answer. Later, when Headmaster Xuan appeared during the Heavenly Tribulation, forced possession wasn’t mentioned, so Lingguang stopped thinking about it. Not until Xie Qingshuang, under the control of her inner demon, spoke of forced possession. Although Xie Qingshuang later explained the reason she developed the inner demon, some things simply didn’t make sense.

If it was forced possession, how could the two souls look so similar? If it was forced possession, why didn’t Elder Xuan intervene? If it was forced possession, how could two souls exist in one body…

Lingguang constantly searched for reasons in her heart, trying to defend her friend.

“What are you trying to say?” Cangwu’s voice was flat. “Did my Senior Sister take over the body?”

“Lanshan is absolutely not that kind of person,” Lingguang quickly said.

“I am worried that the other soul might take this opportunity to do something to Lanshan.”

Cangwu’s expression shifted, and the coldness gathered between her brows slowly melted away. She said softly, “I have considered this as well. I previously asked Zhaochen if she knew a way to forcefully expel the soul, but none of the methods are appropriate.”

Lingguang frowned upon hearing this, glaring at Cangwu with some displeasure: “You discussed this with Zhaochen but kept it from me? I consider Lanshan a true friend. Are you afraid that if I knew, I would break ties with you?”

Cangwu blinked, looking at her: “Then do you know a method to forcefully expel the soul?”

The anger on Lingguang’s face froze. She turned her head, saying awkwardly, “I don’t know.”

The air was silent for a moment. Then Cangwu said gently, “I know you all genuinely care for Senior Sister. However, you each have your own status. Whether it’s forced possession or forcefully expelling a soul, it’s not a glorious matter, and you shouldn’t be implicated in it.”

Lingguang finally turned back to look at Cangwu. Hearing her say this made her feel a sense of familiarity. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly realized that these words sounded exactly like something Lanshan would say.

“You’re becoming more and more like Lanshan.”

Cangwu smiled slightly: “Since Senior Sister taught me, naturally I will resemble her somewhat.”

[That’s not a good thing. She will only hinder you from achieving great things,] the Spirit King commented quietly.

Cangwu ignored her, lowering her eyes to the Glazed Serried Leaves slowly unfurling within the small barrier on the ground. The bloody color on the herb’s stem had faded slightly.

Cangwu thought it might be hungry, so she reached out her hand again and offered it.

The Glazed Serried Leaves sensed the familiar aura and twisted its stem to move closer. Just as it was about to wrap around the hand right in front of it, it was suddenly blocked by another warm hand.

The previous hand was cold and refreshing, while the one before it now was scorching and fiery. It liked both.

“Hiss—” Lingguang cried out in pain. She saw that her hand had been bitten by a spiritual herb.

Watching the Glazed Serried Leaves become more vibrant, Lingguang’s eyes widened sharply: “This thing actually eats people!?”

Cangwu looked at the slowly growing Glazed Serried Leaves, deep in thought.

Her blood worked. Lingguang’s blood also worked. But Mu Fuan’s did not.

Both she and Lingguang possessed the Four-Directions bloodline. Ancient texts said that the Glazed Serried Leaves were naturally born spiritual objects. In a sense, both the Four-Directions and spiritual objects originated from the Heavenly Dao. Could this be the reason for the connection?

Lingguang had already retracted her hand, blowing on it. Seeing Cangwu about to offer her hand again, she quickly stopped her, her eyes wide with surprise: “You’re feeding it blood! What if it’s not the Glazed Serried Leaves?”

Cangwu looked at her: “What if it is?”

There wasn’t much time left to save their Senior Sister.

Their eyes met. After a moment, Lingguang gritted her teeth, pushed Cangwu’s hand away, and offered her own hand instead: “You’re already injured. If I let you feed it more blood, Lanshan will blame me when she wakes up.”

After Lingguang fed it blood once, the Glazed Serried Leaves indeed grew more. It was now as long as a forearm, and the bud on top had grown from one to two—one large and two small.

Cangwu knew that if she thanked Lingguang now, she would become unhappy again, so she merely thought a silent thank you in her heart.

“Thank you… all of you.”