Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 108

Watching the Glazed Serried Leaves’ bud half-open, the joy in Cangwu’s eyes grew stronger. She sat beside Lanshan Jun, cradling the herb, looking at her Senior Sister while tending to the flower.

With the antidote formula in hand, the group stopped searching Changze Mountain for random spiritual herbs. Zhaochen requested a zither score from Mohuaisheng and practiced on an ordinary long zither. Mohuaisheng taught him at the side. Mu Fuan sat alone on the stairs, lost in thought, occasionally looking up toward the second floor with a complicated expression.

Lingguang focused on feeding pills to Cangwu. Every so often, she would draw some of her own blood and Zhaochen’s blood to feed the Glazed Serried Leaves. The rest of the time, she was preparing the materials for forging Cangwu’s sword. Her promise to forge a sword for Cangwu was not just talk.

It would be perfect if all her friends could eventually use weapons forged by her.

“Since Ming Yu has the cure, we should save them as quickly as possible,” Mohuaisheng stood up, slightly anxious. “Or do you still not trust her?”

Zhaochen’s intermittent zither playing stopped. He tilted his head toward Cangwu and Lingguang’s direction. Mu Fuan also relaxed her body and looked up.

Cangwu lowered her eyes to the flower about to bloom in her hands. She truly did not dare to entrust her Senior Sister’s life to Ming Yu. Ming Yu was even less trustworthy than Xie Qingshuang.

Lingguang let out a light laugh to ease the atmosphere, saying: “Don’t we still need to reshape the body? Qingcheng will be here soon.”

Mohuaisheng clenched her hands and gritted her teeth, stepping past Mu Fuan. “Since none of you are worried, I will go ask for the cure formula.”

Mu Fuan hesitated, then quickly got up and followed: “I’ll go too.”

The two went upstairs one after the other. Mohuaisheng walked to the only open door on the second floor. Just as she reached the doorway, she heard the conversation inside. She put down the hand she was about to use to knock and stopped at the side of the door.

Stopping abruptly, Mu Fuan nearly bumped into her, but luckily reacted quickly and steadied herself.

Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, Mohuaisheng signaled her to stay silent.

The voices inside were very low, as if deliberately suppressed, but clear enough for the two outside to hear.

“The Liu family’s influence is over. Their Young Master is dead, and the Patriarch’s cultivation is completely destroyed, making him a cripple. What more do you want?”

“What do you mean by ‘what more do I want’? This is the retribution the Liu family deserves. No, it’s not enough. That woman, Liu Banxin, deserves to be cut into ten thousand pieces.”

“With my master… with the Yanggu Valley Master, she won’t cause trouble again. It’s just a pity about the Listening Snow Tower. If it weren’t for Zhongyan and Jiangli not being there in time, the Listening Snow Tower wouldn’t have been… wiped out.”

“Wiped out? You’re wrong, aren’t you? Isn’t there still a Young Master downstairs wholeheartedly trying to save two outsiders? Her own family is gone, yet she still has the mind to look for medicine and impart arts here.”

“Bang—!”

Mohuaisheng shoved open the half-closed door, asking tremblingly: “Is what you said true? The Listening Snow Tower…”

The sudden interruption startled Xie Qingshuang, whose eyes showed surprise. Ming Yu, however, was calm and composed, replying casually: “Naturally it’s true. The two of us came directly from the Listening Snow Tower.”

Mohuaisheng’s eyes instantly turned red. She retreated in disbelief, bumping into the following Mu Fuan, using her hand on Mu Fuan’s shoulder to barely steady herself.

“Huaisheng…” Mu Fuan had also heard the news and looked at Mohuaisheng with worry.

“It can’t be. My mother is so powerful, it can’t be…” Mohuaisheng murmured, then turned, pushed Mu Fuan away, and leaped directly from the second floor. She ran out the door without regard for anything, rushing back to the Listening Snow Tower at the fastest speed possible.

“Oh no! Huaisheng!” Lingguang shouted from downstairs.

A tear dropped in front of Mu Fuan’s eye. She reached out and caught it, staring silently at the shattering teardrop.

“You said that deliberately for her to hear,” Ming Yu said, tugging the corner of her mouth at Xie Qingshuang. “You even put on quite an act.”

Xie Qingshuang sighed: “I didn’t know how to tell her.”

Compared to Xie Qingshuang next to her and Mu Fuan at the door, Ming Yu looked much calmer and indifferent. After all, she had personally experienced such a tragedy.

“She would have to know sooner or later. Going back now, she can still collect the bodies of the Listening Snow Tower people. If she delays a few more days, she will regret being here even more.”

After Ming Yu finished speaking, she looked at Mu Fuan, her tone softening slightly: “Little Li.”

It was the first time someone had called her this. It took Mu Fuan a while to react. She turned her head to look at Ming Yu, confirming she was being called.

Ming Li, her original name.

“You… Elder Sister, just call me Fuan.”

Ming Yu frowned slightly but managed to suppress any harsh or unpleasant words. She still used her nickname: “Little Li, did you come for the cure formula?”

Mu Fuan pursed her lips and nodded.

Ming Yu half-sat on the bed and beckoned to her. Mu Fuan walked in and approached the bedside.

Mu Fuan looked at the hand still suspended in mid-air. She slowly and helplessly offered her own hand.

The hand that gripped hers was so careful and tentative. Ming Yu’s heart ached and swelled. She squeezed the other party’s knuckle slightly and asked: “If the cure requires half my life, do you still want it now?”

Mu Fuan and Xie Qingshuang both looked at her, trying to discern the truth of her words.

“Why would it take half your life?” Mu Fuan asked softly.

Isn’t the cure just a few words and a few spiritual herbs?

Ming Yu smiled faintly. Unlike her usual smiles that didn’t reach her eyes, this one carried a genuine warmth. “Reincarnation is, after all, a secret medicine of the Valley of A Thousand Poisons. It can’t be cured with just one dose of medicine. It corrodes the flesh and consumes the soul. Saving them means saving their souls. I need to enter the Spiritual Platform to retrieve their souls, but since I’m severely injured and still healing, forcibly saving them now would indeed cost me half my life.”

Mu Fuan glanced at her injury. If they waited for her to fully recover before saving them, it would take half a month, but Lanshan Jun and Xiao Jiu couldn’t wait that long.

But how could she bear to ask Ming Yu to save them in her current state…

Hesitating, Mu Fuan heard another laugh. Ming Yu pulled her hand firmly, and Mu Fuan bent over, following her pull.

A cold hand rested on her head, gently stroking her hair. Mu Fuan’s eyes trembled. No one had ever made such an intimate, gentle gesture toward her. For a moment, her eyes felt sore and tearful.

“You can’t answer. After all these years in the Valley of A Thousand Poisons, your nature is different from those people,” Ming Yu said. “It’s a good thing, a good thing you didn’t turn out like me.”

“I was just tricking you. I don’t need to enter the Spiritual Platform myself. Cangwu probably wouldn’t trust me to enter her Senior Sister’s Spiritual Platform anyway. This task should be done by her.” Ming Yu said, placing the cure formula, which she had already written out, into Mu Fuan’s hand. “Some spiritual herbs are only found in Changze Mountain. Take this down and let them search for them. Whether they succeed or not depends on their luck.”

Mu Fuan took the formula. Remembering Song Qingcheng hadn’t arrived yet, she asked: “Do we have to wait until the body is reshaped before preparing the cure?”

“Reshaping the body?” Ming Yu shook her head. “With the Glazed Serried Leaves, there’s no need to reshape the body.”

Mu Fuan nodded. She stood up straight, bowed to Ming Yu, and hurriedly left the room.

“You really can’t bring yourself to say a single harsh word to her,” Xie Qingshuang looked down. She could sense that Ming Yu had almost lost her temper several times.

Ming Yu’s expression changed rapidly after Mu Fuan left. Her aura became icy, making the fire-element blade cultivator colder than the ice-element sword cultivator beside her: “Get out.”

Xie Qingshuang didn’t move. Instead, she bent down and moved closer, whispering: “When will you speak to me the way you just spoke to her, hmm?”

Ming Yu scoffed coldly. She raised her head and met his gaze. Their breaths instantly intertwined: “Xie Qingshuang, aren’t you cultivating the Path of Heartlessness? Yet you still want me to treat you like that. What, did you go astray in your cultivation?”

Xie Qingshuang frowned slightly, then quickly lowered her head and kissed the lips that were only speaking things he didn’t want to hear.

Ming Yu did not struggle. Instead, she pulled his collar, deepening the kiss.

Mu Fuan took the cure formula and went with Lingguang to search for the spiritual herbs. Everyone was quiet after learning about the situation at the Listening Snow Tower. They could all guess that chaos had already erupted outside Changze Mountain, across the Four Seas and Eight Realms.

The spiritual herbs they could find on Changze Mountain were limited. After searching for an entire day, three spiritual herbs on the formula were still missing. Coincidentally, those three herbs could only be found on Changze Mountain.

In that same day, Mohuaisheng arrived at the Listening Snow Tower before her spiritual power was completely exhausted. The moment she landed, she saw familiar faces lying lifelessly on the ground, half of their bodies gnawed beyond recognition. They had endured pain until their last breath, their eyes filled with struggle and unwillingness.

A sharp pain shot through her heart. Mohuaisheng frowned and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. She didn’t even have time to wipe it away, staggering on her legs as she walked upward.

“A-Qi… Xue’er… Fanxin…”

Mohuaisheng’s eyes were soaked with tears. The steps leading up to the Listening Snow Tower were covered with faces she knew. They were no longer smiling and calling her Young Master. They lay stiff and cold on the stairs, surrounded by their shattered artifacts.

She could no longer hold herself up and collapsed, but she used her hands and feet to climb, forcing herself up. Rain poured down, hitting her heart like pieces of frozen stone.

“Lin Xian! Lin Xian!” Mohuaisheng stumbled miserably in front of one body. Recognizing the person, her emotional defenses completely broke down. Tears streamed down her face. She flipped the body over and asked her: “Lin Xian! Where’s Mother? Where’s Mother?”

Lin Xian was the Listening Snow Tower Master’s personal guard.

Wiping away a handful of tears, Mohuaisheng clearly saw Lin Xian’s manner of death. A large hole had been burned through the woman’s chest by scorching magma, and the surrounding flesh was charred black.

In an instant, Mohuaisheng confirmed the killer’s identity. She bit out the person’s name with deep hatred: “Zhongyan!”

Rain mingled with tears. Mohuaisheng didn’t even know how she managed to walk to the front of the Listening Snow Tower’s Great Hall, but she remembered how many corpses she had seen.

Wiped out. The entire Listening Snow Tower was wiped out!

In front of the Great Hall, the motionless woman was kneeling on the ground. Her destined artifact, a long qin (zither), had all its strings snapped. The body of the qin bore countless scars and lay dim and lifeless beside its owner.

“Mother…”

Mohuaisheng looked at the scene in disbelief. She slowly knelt down before the woman, too choked up to speak. She took two deep breaths and felt the rainwater was tainted with a bloody stench.

“Mother… Ah—!!!”

Mohuaisheng’s cries were full of helplessness and despair.

One agonizing cry after another. The entire Listening Snow Tower was filled only with one person’s heart-wrenching sobs. The area, once inhabited by birds and beasts, was now covered with corpses.

After what felt like an eternity, Mohuaisheng stared blankly at the ground, her tears completely spent. There were streaks of blood in the tear tracks at the corners of her eyes, and her lips were cracked and bleeding.

Recalling everything carefully, it seemed there had been signs all along. She only blamed herself for not being sharp enough.

The jade token breaking without reason was precisely when the Listening Snow Tower met its catastrophe.

Her throat was completely raw, filled with the sweet, bloody scent of her own blood. Mohuaisheng took out her short flute and began to play the tune of Returning of the Departed.

The first movement, Soul Pacification. The second movement, Soul Sending.

The kneeling youth forced a bitter, terrible smile onto her lips. The second movement, which she had previously been unable to grasp, resonated at this very moment.

It was a mournful lament, like the cuckoo crying blood, filled with thousands of sorrows and tens of thousands of aches.

After finishing the tune, blood poured out of Mohuaisheng’s nose and mouth. Her crimson eyes were a mixture of pain and bitter hatred.

Why… why did they kill and then take the Primeval Spirit (Yuanshen) too…?

“Pff, cough, cough—”

Mohuaisheng fell forward onto the ground, covered in blood and mud. Her short flute rolled to the side. She lifted her eyes and looked forward, blood tears slowly streaming from her eyes.

Mother, I’ve learned the second movement.