Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 110

The instant the sword energy sliced through the golden lotus’s halo, Cang Wu formed her hand into a claw, directly snatching the Dragon Egg from within the lotus. In a single breath, the lotus also merged into the chained blade that formed the tip of Cang Wu’s sword.

The White Gold Lotus Parasol instantly bloomed. Cang Wu slowly raised the parasol, and a pair of azure vertical pupils were revealed from beneath its edge.

“The Azure Dragon bloodline is not something you are fit to touch.”

Lan Yan’s soul was trembling. She retreated step by step, her spiritual platform shaking violently because of the turmoil within her.

This was the manifestation of an unstable soul.

Cang Wu curled her lips, disdainful of Lan Yan’s cowardice.

“Lan Yan, my Senior Sister left you alive because she is kind and good-hearted, but I am not a good person. I know you are not a good person either, so…” Cang Wu looked at her and smiled.

“Do you want to kill me again?” Lan Yan’s voice was shaking. She could not forget the agony of her soul being annihilated in the previous life.

“The one who killed you last time was not me,” Cang Wu said lightly, closing the parasol to form a sword. “But this time, it is me.”

Lan Yan’s gaze narrowed sharply. The tip of the parasol was now barely an inch from her eye.

At this very moment, the spiritual platform underwent a tremendous change. The complete spiritual platform suddenly split, and another world emerged from the dim space below.

This aura did not belong to Lan Yan; it was another person’s spiritual platform.

The simultaneous appearance of two spiritual platforms was unexpected by Cang Wu, and Lan Yan also had not expected that Lord Lan Shan’s consciousness would begin to struggle at this moment.

The gently glowing spiritual platform directly enveloped Cang Wu, soothing her face as if washed by warm water.

“Senior Sister…” Cang Wu murmured.

Bu Jin struggled a little in her hand and then flew straight into the distance.

Cang Wu’s eyes brightened. She chased after Bu Jin, and the water-like surface of the spiritual platform beneath her feet rippled with her steps, circle after circle, until she stopped beside the woman sitting in meditation.

“Senior Sister!” Cang Wu cried out joyfully.

Hearing the call, Lord Lan Shan slowly opened her eyes. Before she could clearly see the black shadow that had suddenly darted over, her neck was tightly embraced by someone, and a warm body was pressed into her arms.

Lord Lan Shan instinctively reached out, her brows and eyes softened, and she embraced the person, speaking warmly, “Cang Wu.”

“Senior Sister, Senior Sister.” Cang Wu’s breathing was a little rushed. She slightly raised herself up, her hands braced on the woman’s shoulders, her gaze moving slowly downward from the woman’s brows and eyes.

After she had looked enough, Cang Wu rushed forward again, her nose filled with the scent she loved.

Lord Lan Shan held her until she felt a slight ache in her waist, then she gently patted Cang Wu.

Cang Wu got up, and Lord Lan Shan used her strength to rise.

“Senior Sister, this is for you,” Cang Wu took out the Dragon Egg.

Lord Lan Shan looked at the Dragon Egg resting safely in Cang Wu’s palm, curiously reaching out to touch it. Before her finger even reached the shell, she was almost scorched by a blast of searing spiritual energy.

Cang Wu quickly grabbed the woman’s hand, then gave the Dragon Egg a cold look.

Perhaps sensing Cang Wu’s gaze, the light on the surface of the Dragon Egg dimmed.

Bu Jin separated in Lord Lan Shan’s hand, and the palm-sized lotus flew out, supporting the Dragon Egg which floated by itself in front of Lord Lan Shan.

Cang Wu’s expression finally eased, and she smiled, saying, “Senior Sister, it likes you very much.”

Lord Lan Shan glanced at her, really wanting to ask, Are you sure?

But the Dragon Egg, protected by the lotus, was indeed less sharp, allowing Lord Lan Shan to cup it in her hands and examine it.

This little thing could apparently change its size by itself; it was enormous in her sea of consciousness before.

“I heard that the bloodline of the Four Quadrants is very difficult to preserve. Aren’t you afraid that I might not be able to protect this egg properly?” Lord Lan Shan asked.

“If Senior Sister likes it, frying, boiling, or eating it fragrant will also count as having some use,” Cang Wu said casually, completely disregarding the egg’s life or death.

“What does the continuation of the Four Quadrants’ bloodline have to do with me?”

Lord Lan Shan listened to her words and quietly looked at the egg in her hand. It seemed the lotus petals closed a little, wrapping the egg tightly.

Lord Lan Shan still remembered what Dean Xuan had said: this egg was the key to her staying here.

After thinking for a moment, she accepted the egg and promised Cang Wu, “I will take good care of it.”

Cang Wu was not very pleased when she heard this. She muttered, “Senior Sister should take good care of me instead. I have also been these past few days…”

She stopped her words mid-sentence, pressing her lips together.

Lord Lan Shan raised an eyebrow, looking at her. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Cang Wu lifted her head and smiled. “Senior Sister, let’s go out.”

Lord Lan Shan sensed her hesitation and her desire to speak but stop. If she did not say it now, she would eventually say it after a little coaxing later.

Cang Wu would not keep secrets from her.

“Alright.”

When the two walked out of the spiritual platform side-by-side, their souls did not return to their physical bodies but stepped into Lan Yan’s spiritual platform once again.

Lan Yan’s spiritual platform was shaking incessantly, and her soul had become abnormally weak.

“Lan Yan?” Lord Lan Shan frowned slightly. “Why have you become like this?”

Lan Yan scoffed lightly. “Who are you putting on this hypocritical act for? Wouldn’t it be exactly as you wished if my soul were scattered now?”

Cang Wu slowly narrowed her eyes, watching her, her gaze piercing Lan Yan like a knife, warning her to be careful of her words.

“Lan Shan, we were companions for more than a hundred years, after all. Not to mention the usurpation, do you really intend to watch me die again at Cang Wu’s hands?” Lan Yan raised a finger, pointing at Cang Wu.

“Cornered, so you start talking about feelings now?” Lord Lan Shan raised her head, feigning an act of thinking, then tilted her head and smiled at Lan Yan. “What did you say before? ‘I will be reborn, and you will rot and perish along with this body.’ Was that it?”

Lan Yan’s face sank. She had originally believed that Lord Lan Shan was incurably poisoned by the cycle of rebirth, but how could her fate be so fortunate? She happened to meet Ming Yu, who had the antidote; Ming Yu happened to provide the prescription; and Cang Wu happened to find the only Glazed Lilac Leaf growing on Mount Changze.

How could there be so many ‘happeneds’ in this world? Everything was the will of Heaven.

Lan Yan closed her eyes. If this was the will of Heaven, then her ending was destined to be death at Cang Wu’s hands.

“Lan Shan, I originally did not believe that everything I experienced in my previous life was merely a book you read, and that everything that happened in the Four Seas was just a story. It was too absurd,” Lan Yan laughed. “But it seems to be true. Lan Shan, the Heavenly Dao stands on your side; I cannot contend with you.”

“Kill me; grant me release.”

Lord Lan Shan did not understand why Lan Yan changed so quickly, yet Lan Yan’s soul was already nearly transparent, and her spiritual platform was cracking inch by inch.

“Lan Yan, you are the same as Cang Wu; you both made mistakes in the previous life. But your biggest mistake in this life was merely deceiving me. I will not kill you, and Cang Wu will not either,” Lord Lan Shan sighed. “But I also have selfish motives: I will not surrender this body to you, but I can create a new physical body for you.”

Lan Yan’s eyelids fluttered, and she looked up at her. “You won’t kill me? Aren’t you afraid that later…”

“Later? You still think about later?” Cang Wu interrupted her first. “I will always be by my Senior Sister’s side. Come if you dare, if you’re not afraid.”

Lan Yan instantly dropped her expression, and her shattered spiritual platform actually stabilized a little.

“Will you consider it?” Lord Lan Shan asked, her tone absolutely certain.

Lan Yan smiled at her. “You said this yourself.”

A retreat opens up a vast world. At least she would have a life to live. Since Lord Lan Shan had spoken the words, Cang Wu would not act against her now.

After figuring out all those ‘happeneds,’ Lan Yan’s intentions toward Lord Lan Shan and her thirst for revenge against Cang Wu had both faded considerably.

Having suffered the annihilation of her soul once, Lan Yan did not want a second time.

As Lan Yan’s spiritual platform slowly vanished and Lord Lan Shan’s spiritual platform took complete possession, the sea of consciousness, which had been undetectable for many days, suddenly stirred again. Lan Yan walked into the prison herself and closed the door on herself.

When her soul completely returned to her body, Lord Lan Shan slowly opened her fatigued eyes. The first thing she saw was Ling Guang’s large face leaning close.

Then came a loud, joyous cry—

“She’s awake, she’s awake! Lan Shan is awake!”

Xiao Jiu also moved closer. Though her face was still a little pale, her eyes were bright and spirited.

Lord Lan Shan guessed that Xiao Jiu had also been poisoned, but why was she herself weak and unable to move her limbs, yet Xiao Jiu could stand up and come over to see her?

Xiao Jiu had been severely bitten, while she herself had only scratched the skin on her fingertip.

The bloodline of the Four Quadrants was indeed quite formidable.

Supported into a sitting position, Lord Lan Shan’s gaze could not help but wander to the side.

Ling Guang knew who she was looking for and laughed, “Cang Wu is right there. Her soul was a little unstable earlier, and Elder Yu is currently treating her with acupuncture.”

Lord Lan Shan could not remain seated upon hearing this. She quickly leaned on Ling Guang’s hand and sought Cang Wu out.

“Lan Shan, you need to nourish yourself more. Why are your legs so weak?” Ling Guang supported Lord Lan Shan’s waist, feeling that the other party was excessively thin; she could feel her bones.

“I can’t exert any strength,” Lord Lan Shan said, but her eyes instantly spotted Cang Wu lying there, silver needles stuck in her head and neck.

Her pace involuntarily quickened. She finally pushed away Ling Guang’s hand and ran forward unsteadily on her own.

Ling Guang exclaimed, “Hey!” and chased after her to steady her, saying, “She’s not going to disappear; why are you in such a hurry?”

Getting closer, Lord Lan Shan realized how dreadful Cang Wu’s complexion was. She grabbed Ling Guang’s hand and asked, “What happened to her?”

Ling Guang looked at her hesitantly, then pointed to Cang Wu’s hand. “Look at her hand.”

Lord Lan Shan looked over. Cang Wu’s upward-facing palm was covered with dense, intricate cuts, both thick and thin. At the cuts, much of the flesh and skin was barely attached at the edges, as if someone had pulled out a carnivorous plant with many root systems from that soft, fragile palm.

Her eyes instantly became hot. Lord Lan Shan quietly asked, “What is that?”

She seemed to realize why Cang Wu had been hesitant and stopped speaking in the spiritual platform.

“Cang Wu and Fu-an found the Glazed Lilac Leaf, but that wretched grass needs the blood of the Four Quadrants to grow faster. So, Cang Wu planted the Glazed Lilac Leaf on her own hand, feeding it blood constantly. When she entered the spiritual platform just now, she somehow received a shock, and that’s why her soul was unstable and she couldn’t wake up,” Ling Guang said in one breath. Then she saw Lord Lan Shan silently shed tears.

Elder Yu had finished the acupuncture and, seeing Lord Lan Shan’s distress, consciously cleared the space.

Ling Guang helped Lord Lan Shan sit down, then quietly moved away.

Lord Lan Shan reached out to touch Cang Wu’s hand, but her fingertips curled back before contact, afraid that too much force would hurt her.

The wounds on the hand extended into the nail beds. In the deepest parts, one could even see the pale bone. The countless cracks looked as if they were trying to split the palm apart.

“Using yourself to plant flowers—you are a dragon, not soil. You dare to do anything,” Lord Lan Shan said, feeling her fingertips heat up. Bu Jin was emitting a faint golden light.

Then she heard a soft scoff—

[What are wounds like these? Are they worth you crying over like this?]

“The pain is not on you, so of course you can say that,” Lord Lan Shan thought the voice belonged to the spirit of the Chaos Diagram.

[I have suffered greater pain than her, yet no one wept for me.]