Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 106

Changze Mountain at night glowed with faint light. The newly sprouted vegetation sparingly absorbed the spiritual energy that had become barren after the catastrophe. These plants, with roots dug into the scorched earth, were all fire-resistant, as water-loving or condition-demanding plants could not survive.

Amidst the star-like points of light, two figures walked one after the other, with occasional dialogue floating between them.

“What are you looking for?”

“I can recall the old path. I wonder if seeing it more often will help me remember a bit more.”

The two followed the path up the mountain. In the daylight, the road was invisible, but under the night sky, weak green lights of life shimmered. The ground beneath their feet resembled a flickering silver river. With every step, the bright lights would move away, though some bolder ones would float and follow behind them, hoping to absorb some spiritual power.

Mu Fuan noticed this and would leave behind some spiritual power for them as she passed.

“Almost there.” Mu Fuan’s steps suddenly slowed. Her gaze fixed on the distance. “That’s where Aunt Mu took me away.”

It was also where she had been resurrected.

Mohuaisheng was about to look over when she suddenly heard an extremely faint sound of breathing. Her expression changed, and she quickly pulled Mu Fuan back: “Don’t go over!”

Mu Fuan looked at her, confused.

Mohuaisheng pulled the person behind her, holding her short flute horizontally in front, and tentatively asked: “Lingguang? Is that you?”

Zhaochen and Elder Yu had not entered the mountain, leaving only Cangwu and Lingguang. It was impossible for Cangwu to hide and scare them.

There was no response. The sound of breathing seemed to cut off. The person hidden in the darkness had also discovered them.

Mohuaisheng looked at Mu Fuan, who nodded slightly. With a wave of her hand, soft talismans flew out like sharp blades, burning and casting light, illuminating the scene ahead.

Borrowing the firelight, Mohuaisheng had not yet clearly seen the figure when a blade of wind arrived before her eyes. Then she was violently yanked back by her waist. Mohuaisheng retreated abruptly, the blade tip right in front of her.

The surrounding fluorescent glow of the vegetation scattered. A talisman grazed past her ear. The short flute spun in her hand. Mohuaisheng tilted her head slightly, raised her hand to block the blade with the flute, and unleashed a torrent of spiritual power from her palm, instantly deflecting the blade.

Mohuaisheng heard a repressed, painful groan. She vaguely felt the sound was familiar, but there was no time to ponder. She took the chance to leap to the side with Mu Fuan, wary of the person attacking again.

“Who is that?” Mu Fuan whispered.

The answer was a dull thud as someone fell to the ground, and the faint scent of blood in the air.

“I don’t know.” Mohuaisheng stepped forward, a burning talisman gripped between her fingers, and approached slowly.

In the firelight, she saw a person clad in a black robe lying on the ground, face down, so their appearance was unclear.

Just as she was about to squat down, a blast of chilling sword qi slashed across.

Where the sword qi passed, pure white frost flowers bloomed, covering the ground in an instant.

Seeing the frost flowers, Mohuaisheng’s guard lowered slightly, and she asked in surprise: “Senior Sister Xie?”

A figure slowly emerged from the darkness. The killing intent in her eyes dissipated. Seeing that it was Mohuaisheng and Mu Fuan she had crossed paths with, Xie Qingshuang was also a little surprised: “You two?”

She sheathed her sword and walked over step by step, picking up the black-robed person on the ground right in front of Mohuaisheng.

Mohuaisheng finally saw the black-robed person’s appearance—it was Ming Yu. She had already guessed the person’s identity when Senior Sister Xie made her move, but now it was confirmed.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Senior Sister Xie seemed to hesitate, as if she wanted to say something, when looking at her.

“What are you doing here?” Xie Qingshuang asked.

Mohuaisheng explained the events of the past few days. Xie Qingshuang frowned: “How did they suddenly get poisoned by Reincarnation? Have you found out who did it?”

Mohuaisheng shook her head: “The fox was controlled by a puppet, a possession of the Feng family, but the Feng family was wiped out by sea demons some time ago. And Reincarnation is a secret medicine of the Valley of A Thousand Poisons. When Lingguang and Qingcheng chased Mu Liu, the person had already been taken away, so we don’t know who administered the poison.”

Xie Qingshuang glanced at Mu Fuan, her meaning clear. Mu Fuan was from the Valley of A Thousand Poisons.

Mohuaisheng understood her look and said: “Fuan is not originally from the Valley of A Thousand Poisons. She was rescued and taken to the valley, but after coming to Changze Mountain, Fuan recalled some things. She is very likely a descendant of the former Valley of Spiritual Medicine.”

A descendant of the Valley of Spiritual Medicine…

Xie Qingshuang lowered her eyes to the person in her arms.

Mohuaisheng, remembering Ming Yu might be injured, asked: “Elder Yu is right in the valley. She can take a look at her.”

Xie Qingshuang thought for a moment and nodded.

Mohuaisheng led the way. Seeing Mu Fuan still hesitant, she said gently: “Some things cannot be forced. Come back with us first, and I will accompany you back here tomorrow.”

Mu Fuan agreed, whispering: “Thank you.”

When Mohuaisheng brought the group back, Elder Yu saw yet another troublesome person following her, and this troublesome person was carrying a seriously injured person. She immediately took a deep breath to calm herself down.

“Huaisheng, Zhaochen is looking for you. Go see him.”

Mohuaisheng spun the short flute in her hand: “Alrighty!”

Xie Qingshuang looked at Mohuaisheng’s retreating back, her expression complicated.

It looks like she still doesn’t know…

“Why do you always manage to get yourself half-dead like this?” Elder Yu walked over with a tense face, sighing at Ming Yu’s condition. “Bring her in.”

“Thank you, Elder Yu.”

Xie Qingshuang followed Elder Yu into the pavilion. Upon entering, she saw Lanshan Jun and Xiao Jiu on the cloud bed. Their faces were both equally pale, and the degree of corrosion on Lanshan Jun’s arm was much more severe than Xiao Jiu’s.

Elder Yu led them up to the second floor. Xie Qingshuang carefully placed Ming Yu on the bed and reached out to untie her robe to expose the wound on her shoulder. To her surprise, the person who had been unconscious suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing that it was Xie Qingshuang in front of her, the vigilance and fierceness in Ming Yu’s eyes slowly receded, and she closed her eyes again.

Xie Qingshuang looked at the hand tightly clutching her wrist, a subtle smile creeping onto her lips.

“She’s like this and still afraid others will harm her,” Elder Yu said with a teasing remark, though her eyes showed distress.

Slowly pulling back the outer garment, Xie Qingshuang realized how deep the sword wound Ming Yu had sustained was—a diagonal cut from her shoulder and neck, deep enough to expose the bone.

Elder Yu frowned and asked: “Who did she fight to get into this state?”

Xie Qingshuang inhaled and replied softly: “The Liu family.”

Elder Yu stopped asking and began to take out various bottles and jars to treat her injuries.

Xie Qingshuang watched from the side, her heart constricting.

“She won’t die with me here, so why are you so worried about her?” Elder Yu glanced at Xie Qingshuang in a rare moment.

Xie Qingshuang suddenly released her clenched hand, going against her true feelings: “I’m not.”

Her gaze shifted. The person on the bed had woken up at some point and was now staring intently at her. She had clearly heard the last sentence.

Ming Yu forced a sneering smile, then turned her head away to avoid looking at her.

Xie Qingshuang moved her foot to step forward but was blocked by Elder Yu, who was walking over to get medicine, and she retreated again.

After Elder Yu wrapped Ming Yu’s wound with a white cloth, she had to go downstairs to look after the other two and instructed Xie Qingshuang to take good care of her.

Xie Qingshuang nodded in agreement. As soon as Elder Yu left the room, she turned around and heard Ming Yu ask coldly: “Who told you to be a busybody?”

Ming Yu lifted her chin to look at her, her eyes red, whether from pain or suppressed emotion. Her cold expression was stiff, as if forced. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want to be involved with me? Why are you still interfering? Wouldn’t it be better to just let me die on Changze Mountain?”

By the end of the sentence, Ming Yu’s voice was too low to be heard, even trembling slightly.

“I never said such a thing,” Xie Qingshuang sighed helplessly, walking over to tuck her clothes around her.

“You did.” Ming Yu stared at her. “In Tianhe Town, when you broke your inner demon, the look in your eyes told me you regretted it, that you no longer wanted any association with me.”

Xie Qingshuang thought back. At that time, her mindset had changed, and she did feel regret, but what she regretted was never the entanglement with Ming Yu, but her long-standing self-indulgence.

“You said you liked me, was it because of the inner demon at the time? Now that the inner demon is gone, do you… do you not like me anymore?” Ming Yu suddenly laughed, mocking herself. “I knew it. How could someone like me, selfish, self-serving, and cold-blooded, have someone unconditionally chase after me and treat me well? Such a thing doesn’t exist in this world.”

“That’s true, it doesn’t.” Xie Qingshuang said, meeting Ming Yu’s astonished, flushed eyes, looking at her seriously. “I didn’t like you without a reason.”

“What?” Ming Yu was confused. She remembered never having dealt with this person before. She had always loathed noble-seeming gentlemen like her.

“You don’t remember, but I remember everything,” Xie Qingshuang reached out to stroke Ming Yu’s brows and eyes, her fingertip gently brushing her eye corner, feeling a slight dampness. “I won’t lie to you. I have actually died once.”

Ming Yu’s eyes slowly widened.

“My inner demon wasn’t because of some nightmare. It came from my previous life. In that life, Cangwu was an evil demon, and she killed me, killed you, and killed many people. That’s why when I realized I might be living again, I was so desperate to kill Cangwu. It became my obsession,” Xie Qingshuang explained.

“But many things changed because of one person, and people changed too. In the previous life, we went through life and death together, and we also faced each other with swords drawn. I developed feelings for you, the one who stood by my side, but I also wanted to eliminate you—the one wielding the demonic blade and committing evil—for the peace of the Four Seas and Eight Realms. My previous self didn’t know the truth, didn’t know your identity, didn’t know the pain you had endured.”

“So, do you understand now why I chased after you from the very beginning?”

The incredulity in Ming Yu’s eyes slowly faded. She recalled their first meeting up until now. Some things she had never been able to figure out seemed to have an explanation.

“In the previous life, you wanted to kill me? What did I do?” Ming Yu asked her.

Xie Qingshuang’s expression froze for a moment. She couldn’t understand why Ming Yu would choose to ask this question when her words were meant to tell her that she had liked her in the previous life.

Taking a deep breath, Xie Qingshuang still told her: “In the previous life, the demonic blade was in your hands. You killed many people, the Three Great Immortal Families, the Listening Snow Tower, and Yanggu…”

“Wrong,” Ming Yu interrupted her, her face tense. “Yanggu is not among the Eight Realms and does not participate in the affairs of the Immortal Sects, Immortal Families, or the Four Halls. I would not kill someone from Yanggu.”

She looked up at the woman. “I did work with the sea demons, but what I always wanted to do was overthrow the Four Halls and disrupt the Four Seas. Moreover, the demonic blade would not be in my hands. Xie Qingshuang, you have the wrong person.”

Regardless of Xie Qingshuang’s past life or this life, the demonic blade would not be in her hands. The person behind the Abyss Eye had unfathomable cultivation. If she wanted the demonic blade, she would surely obtain it.

Xie Qingshuang was momentarily stunned. It did seem to be true.

“You said many things changed because of one person. Is that person Lanshan Jun?” Ming Yu asked.

Xie Qingshuang nodded.

Ming Yu looked at her: “She is poisoned with Reincarnation. Reincarnation is an incurable medicine. Do you want her to live?”

Xie Qingshuang bent down and lowered her head slightly. Their distance closed further. She asked softly: “What does that mean? If I want her to, can she live?”

“Yes.”

A slight smile appeared on Ming Yu’s lips. She silently mouthed the words: “Reincarnation, I can cure.”