Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 105

Mohuaisheng took Mu Fuan back. Elder Yu set her leg bone and gave her high-quality spiritual medicine for healing bones and regenerating flesh. Mu Fuan’s complexion visibly improved, and she regained some strength.

“Elder Yu, I would like to ask you to perform a Soul Search on me,” Mu Fuan respectfully bowed to Elder Yu.

“A Soul Search? Do you know the consequences of a Soul Search? If I make the slightest error, your soul will be annihilated. This is not a game,” Elder Yu said, her tone neither cold nor warm, as she fiddled with the spirit herbs in her hand, preoccupied with finding an antidote for Reincarnation. “I know young people are often rash and impulsive, but the consequences of some impulses are more than you can bear. Don’t think that just because you saw Tan Zhen perform a self-Soul Search that it is an easy thing. She gambled with her life and snatched a chance at survival from certain death.”

“I… I am not being impulsive.”

Mu Fuan’s bloodstains and dirt were cleaned off. Mohuaisheng gave her a clean Listening Snow Tower disciple robe. The sky-blue robe made her look quite lovely. At this moment, her eyes were clear, and her posture was straight, possessing a certain youthful spirit that was much better than when she followed Mu Liu.

Mohuaisheng watched her, genuinely happy for her, but still…

If Mu Fuan truly were an orphan of the Valley of Spiritual Medicine, immediately after learning her background, she would face the reality of her entire clan’s destruction, and Changze Mountain was the burial ground of her people. Even if she grew up in the Valley of A Thousand Poisons, she would still feel sad and hurt that all her blood relatives were gone.

“I just remembered some childhood memories here at Changze Mountain. I want to know who I really am. If… if I am from the Valley of Spiritual Medicine, I might be able to recall things from my childhood. You previously mentioned that the Valley Master of the Valley of Spiritual Medicine once researched a cure for Reincarnation. A Soul Search is not just to find out my identity; I also want to help Lanshan and Xiao Jiu, however slim the chance,” Mu Fuan said sincerely.

As soon as she spoke her first sentence, Elder Yu’s expression changed. She turned her eyes to look at Mu Fuan, scrutinizing her features, searching for the face and figure of an old friend.

None. Not the slightest resemblance.

But since she had memories of Changze Mountain, Elder Yu hesitated, then conceded: “Very well. Since you are so insistent, I will perform the Soul Search for you.”

Mu Fuan bowed again in surprise and delight: “Thank you, Elder Yu!”

Elder Yu stood up and beckoned to Mohuaisheng: “You come here.”

“I wonder if your mother passed down the Returning of the Departed to you.”

Mohuaisheng lowered his head with a trace of shame: “I have only learned the first half, the Soul Pacification movement. I have not yet grasped the deeper meaning of the second half, the Soul Sending.”

Elder Yu chuckled lightly: “At your age and with your limited experience, learning Soul Pacification is already rare. Even your mother spent decades traveling the Four Seas to truly comprehend Soul Sending. Learning the complete Returning of the Departed too early is not necessarily a good thing. You mustn’t rush for success.”

Mohuaisheng nodded. Although he didn’t quite understand the meaning of Elder Yu’s later words, he still affirmed them.

“When I perform the Soul Search later, you play Soul Pacification. That way, she won’t suffer too much pain,” Elder Yu said. She then took out a spiritual herb from her spatial ring, stems and leaves included, and stuffed it into Mu Fuan’s mouth. “It’s to secure and nourish the soul. Bite down and don’t spit it out. Give it back to me after it’s over.”

Hearing the hint of distress in Elder Yu’s tone, Mu Fuan knew this spiritual herb must be extremely precious. She switched from biting to holding it in her mouth and nodded obediently.

As the first note of the gentle, soothing flute sounded, Mu Fuan slowly closed her eyes.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“Mhm.”

A slightly cool fingertip pressed against her brow. Mu Fuan felt unfamiliar spiritual power invading her Spiritual Platform. Forcibly suppressing her instinctive resistance, all her memories quickly flowed backward until they reached the very beginning.

Flames leaped, and sparks fell from above, dense as stars, igniting every part of Changze Mountain and completely trapping the children hiding deep within. The crackling sound of fire burning vegetation covered up hoarse cries.

Mu Fuan clenched her hands tightly, as if she, too, was in the sea of fire. Her expression gradually turned painful.

Elder Yu had intended to search deeper, but her spiritual power was blocked. Blood streamed from the corners of Mu Fuan’s eyes.

It seems I can’t search any further down.

She withdrew her spiritual power, and the river of memory began to flow.

In just one night, Changze Mountain was completely devoured by the fire. The child hiding in the grass was scorched black, almost fused with the surrounding vegetation. Under the burning of the special spiritual fire, the child who should have died suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, her heartbeat faintly fluttering.

This child miraculously survived.

She lay on the scorched earth for an entire day and night. When night came again, a pair of hands picked up the child from the ground. The woman’s index finger bore a dark-green ring.

Mu Fuan recognized the person in the memory—it was Aunt Mu (Mu Qinghe).

Mu Qinghe sighed with a trembling voice and took the child away.

They passed through Changze Mountain and arrived at the Valley of A Thousand Poisons.

The Valley of A Thousand Poisons was founded on refining poison and did not save people.

Mu Qinghe naturally had a cold expression. Furthermore, the child she brought back was barely recognizable as a person, her skin charred black and stuck together. The whole thing looked like a half-cooked meatball. Thus, no one in the Valley of A Thousand Poisons questioned the matter. Everyone assumed the dark, sticky mass was something Mu Qinghe had brought back for testing medicine, as live-body testing was not uncommon in the Valley of A Thousand Poisons.

Mu Qinghe brought Mu Fuan home. Her daughter, little Mu Liu, ran over excitedly and hugged her leg: “Mom, where did you go?”

Only when little Mu Liu realized the woman didn’t reach out to stroke her head as usual did she look up and find the woman holding a small, dark object.

“Did you finish reading all your books today?” Mu Qinghe asked her.

Mu Liu pouted, looking unhappy: “No. Why do you make me learn both poison arts and medical arts, Mom? It’s so tiring. Mu Lin and the others only learn poison arts. They learn much faster than me and are always calling me stupid and clumsy.”

Mu Qinghe straightened her expression and said seriously: “You haven’t told them you’re reading these medical books, have you?”

Mu Liu shook her head: “No.”

Mu Qinghe finally sighed in relief. She bypassed Mu Liu, walked inside, found the location of the hidden mechanism, and entered the secret chamber, leaving behind a command: “Keep reading.”

Mu Liu pursed her lips, looking on the verge of tears, and turned to look at the books on the table.

For the next month or so, Mu Qinghe remained in the secret chamber, taking out many spiritual herbs and medicines, seemingly to save someone.

Mu Liu saw all this but didn’t ask much. The Valley of A Thousand Poisons never saved people, but Mu Qinghe was her mother, so she would naturally help her mother keep the secret.

It wasn’t until Mu Qinghe emerged from the secret chamber holding the clean, fair Mu Fuan and told Mu Liu that this was her elder sister that Mu Liu cried and ran out.

It turned out that for the past month, Mu Qinghe had been giving Mu Fuan new skin, giving her a new life.

The Soul Search ended here. Elder Yu did not continue. Mu Fuan should remember the events that followed.

“You have already died once. The Soul Search cannot retrieve your memories from before your ‘death,’ so it cannot confirm whether you are truly a descendant of the Valley of Spiritual Medicine,” Elder Yu’s hand turned and rested on Mu Fuan’s shoulder, her spiritual power gently enveloping her body.

Mu Fuan’s eyes were moist. She nodded.

“She died once, so why did she come back to life?” Mohuaisheng asked.

Elder Yu said softly: “I believe that the place Mu Fuan was hiding must have been where the Glazed Serried Leaves grew. The Glazed Serried Leaves protected her soul during the great fire and then later regenerated her flesh and blood.”

Mu Fuan’s mind constantly flashed with the image of where she hid. When she looked up again, a path seemed to appear. Her breath caught, and she ran toward it recklessly.

“Hey! Fuan!” Mohuaisheng shouted behind her, chasing after her closely.

Elder Yu clicked her tongue lightly, watching the limping figure. She really disliked being around these young people; they were all reckless and heedless of their own lives.

Warming the medicine, Elder Yu carried the bowls into the pavilion. With a gentle tap of her fingers, the medicinal broth split into two thin streams heading in opposite directions, slowly seeping into Lanshan Jun and Xiao Jiu’s various acupuncture points.

“Elder Yu, since the Glazed Serried Leaves have the effect of regenerating flesh and blood, why did Headmaster Xuan still ask us to create a new physical body for Lanshan?” Zhaochen asked aloud.

Elder Yu set down the medicine bowls, walked over to check on the two women’s condition, and replied: “Who can guess the thoughts of that old man? Just do as you’re told.”

Zhaochen didn’t ask again. She sat cross-legged to the side, a zither resting on her knees. Her fingers stroked the strings, but no sound emerged.

Elder Yu watched her actions and spoke casually: “It’s interesting that you, a Pill Cultivator, carry a zither on your back. Your Hall Master is truly generous.”

Zhaochen’s movement paused, and she suddenly asked: “Elder Yu, you are widely knowledgeable. Do you know the uses of the various artifacts in the world?”

There were five artifacts in the Four Seas: one Map (Chaos Map), one Bell (Eastern Emperor Bell), one Bell (Mind-Guiding Bell), one Zither (Fuxi Zither), and one Sword (Returning-to-One Sword).

“Aside from the Chaos Map and the Returning-to-One Sword, I have heard a little about the other three,” Elder Yu said. “The Eastern Emperor Bell suppresses gods and demons, the Mind-Guiding Bell purifies the world, and the Fuxi Zither…”

Elder Yu spoke, raising her eyes to look at Zhaochen and then at the zither in her hands, “Creates all things.”

“Since it can create all things, do you think it can restore Changze Mountain to its former glory?” Zhaochen plucked the strings in her hand.

Suddenly, a pure and surging spiritual power of heaven and earth rushed out. Elder Yu looked into Zhaochen’s eyes in surprise. The young man’s light blue eyes were faintly tinged with red at this moment.

Elder Yu abruptly stepped forward, pressed down on the strings, and covered Zhaochen’s eyes with her hand.

The last time Zhaochen’s Spirit Serpent bloodline awakened, the blast she suffered still hadn’t healed properly. She certainly didn’t want to deal with another complication right now.

“Elder Yu,” Zhaochen’s breathing quickened. His voice carried a hint of excitement: “I did it.”

“What?”

Zhaochen reached out and pulled down Elder Yu’s hand. He had calmed down now, and his pupils had reverted to their original appearance. Elder Yu immediately sighed in relief, but at the same time felt a wave of mental exhaustion.

It’s so tiring to be with these children.

“After the last loss of control, Lanshan told me I was conscious when I was out of control. I could try to slowly control myself until I could command the Spirit Serpent bloodline,” Zhaochen said with a smile. “I just did it. I used the power of the Spirit Serpent to activate the Fuxi Zither.”

Elder Yu was speechless. She looked at the zither she was pressing down on and suddenly felt it was burning hot. She slowly withdrew her hand.

She had guessed it was the Fuxi Zither, as Zhaochen had used the Fuxi Zither to block the attack and save Lanshan and the others when they faced Jiangli. She just hadn’t expected Zhaochen to admit it so directly.

“That was too risky. If I hadn’t been here just now, what would you have done if you lost control again?” Elder Yu frowned, highly disapproving of Zhaochen’s actions.

Zhaochen had no such concerns and smiled brightly: “I considered it for a long time. I only dared to try it when you were present.”

Elder Yu: “…”

Mental exhaustion. This job belongs to Xue Fuyou.

“Elder Yu, I can activate the Fuxi Zither once in a while, and the spirit herbs on Changze Mountain will grow faster. Do you think this is feasible?” Zhaochen asked in a consultative tone, yet his hand was already touching the Fuxi Zither.

His face held undisguised excitement. Even if he could only pluck the strings once, it was still hope. He had a chance to gain control of the Spirit Serpent bloodline in the future. He would be able to see the world clearly, to truly look at his friends around him, instead of the rushed, fleeting glimpse he got when he lost control last time.

Elder Yu sighed: “You haven’t learned to play the zither. Even if you pluck a note, you won’t be able to hasten the growth of the vegetation on Changze Mountain.”

“I can learn!” Zhaochen said quickly. “I can learn very quickly. Elder Yu, please believe me.”

“When Huaisheng returns, she will definitely have zither scores. I can learn.”

“Calm down,” Elder Yu nodded helplessly. “Then wait for her to return.”

Zhaochen smiled, and his light blue eyes seemed to ripple with joy.

Elder Yu then immediately warned him: “But until you have learned, you must not act recklessly like you did just now.”

Zhaochen nodded, skillfully wrapping the Fuxi Zither. Judging by his actions, he had been itching to try this for a long time.

Elder Yu looked away and turned to walk out the door, only to realize that due to the tremor caused by the Fuxi Zither’s power, a patch of green had already sprouted in front of the pavilion transformed from the Cloud Boat.

Truly worthy of being an artifact, Elder Yu sighed inwardly. She then felt a bit of relief that Zhaochen couldn’t see it right now, otherwise, he would try to activate it again.