Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 120

According to ancient records of the Four Seas, in the 1,323rd year of Heavenly Fate, Kunlun Ruins fell, the great array was nearly destroyed, and the seas from the four directions rushed forth, submerging the Eight Realms. Cultivators and sea demons engaged in chaotic warfare, until the Four Direction Hall Masters ultimately came forward, exhausting the power of the four directions to reconstruct the Kunlun Ruins Grand Array, causing the seawater to recede, and the Four Seas and Eight Realms to return to peace.

During this battle, the Azure Dragon Hall Master, Qing Rong, was killed (Shen Yun), the Black Tortoise Hall Master, Zhu Yuan, sacrificed himself to the array, and the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and White Tiger Hall Master were severely injured. A great number of cultivators in the Four Seas and Eight Realms died or were wounded. It took five hundred years for the four directions to reunite before life gradually returned, and numerous immortal sects and immortal families arose.

“These are what I learned from books,” Zhao Chen said softly.

Hua Yuan listened quietly, tears streaming down her face. She had waited for so long, only to receive a simple phrase “was killed” from another person, without even knowing exactly how that person died.

“Killed, was she?” Hua Yuan’s voice was extremely soft, and then she suddenly offered a small laugh. “So she was killed. I knew there was a reason she didn’t come for me. It’s nothing, people die in the Realm of Guixu every day. It’s no big deal. Thank you for telling me. I don’t have to wait anymore.”

Anyone could see that Hua Yuan was not alright. Lin Shen walked over heartbroken and hugged her, crying louder than Hua Yuan, wailing aloud: “Elder Sister Hua Yuan…”

Hua Yuan was too weak to hug Lin Shen back. She slowly raised her bloodshot eyes, letting her gaze rest on Cang Wu, who was not far away.

Looking at the only youth who still had a connection to the person who broke their promise, she once again withdrew her gaze in disappointment. No, Cang Wu was not like Qing Rong at all.

Lord Lan Shan also looked at Cang Wu, but she didn’t detect any feeling of sadness on her face. Since Qing Rong was the Azure Dragon Hall Master, she must have had some relation to Cang Wu.

But Cang Wu was sealed in the Eastern Emperor Bell since childhood, so she was already detached from family ties, let alone for someone who had died a thousand years ago.

“Zhao Chen,” Lord Lan Shan and Cang Wu walked over.

“Did you save her?”

Zhao Chen shook her head in denial upon hearing the question: “I encountered Senior Hua Yuan by accident. She was meditating to heal her injuries. When she sensed the dragon qi left by Cang Wu on me, we chatted for a bit.”

Hearing that Zhao Chen was also from the Four Seas and was the young Hall Master of the Black Tortoise Hall, Hua Yuan couldn’t help but ask her about Qing Rong’s whereabouts. She had not been hopeful, especially since Cang Wu, who possessed the Azure Dragon bloodline, did not know Qing Rong.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Chen not only knew, but also brought the news of Qing Rong’s death.

“Senior Hua Yuan, was the person who fought with you earlier Shen Hui?” Lord Lan Shan asked.

At this point, Hua Yuan no longer cared to correct their address for her. She suppressed her emotions and replied: “No, Shen Hui somehow acquired a strange blade. An ancient fiend was sealed inside that blade, and it was controlling Shen Hui.”

A seal?

Initially, Lord Lan Shan suspected that Jiang Li was controlling the person through the Vermilion Bird Blade. However, Hua Yuan claimed that an ancient fiend was sealed inside the blade, which made her less certain that the blade was the Vermilion Bird Blade.

Logically, Lord Lan Shan and the others, having just arrived in the Realm of Guixu, should not have been deeply involved with Shen Hui. However, Hua Yuan observed Lord Lan Shan’s expression and unexpectedly noticed a hint of calculation in her thoughts. Furthermore, the question she had just asked was even more intriguing; while seeming to ask about Shen Hui, upon closer thought, it sounded as though she were asking if that person was truly Shen Hui.

Lord Lan Shan and Cang Wu must have been brought here by Lin Shen. Lin Shen, being simple-minded, certainly wouldn’t think too deeply. What she conveyed to them must have been that Shen Hui had injured her with a strange blade.

The reason that allowed Lord Lan Shan to ask those few questions must therefore lie with the blade itself.

After figuring this out, Hua Yuan asked: “Do you know about that blade?”

There was no such sinister thing in the Realm of Guixu. Could it have come from the Four Seas?

Lord Lan Shan recovered her senses, met Hua Yuan’s clear eyes, and shook her head.

It was best not to jump to conclusions about something she wasn’t yet certain of.

Hua Yuan didn’t ask again. She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The arm that had been severed had already regrown. After taking medicine and meditating for a while, her internal injuries were almost completely healed.

“Lin Shen.”

Lin Shen was still sobbing. She wiped her tears and stood up: “Elder Sister Hua Yuan.”

“Let’s go, let’s find the Seed of Life,” Hua Yuan said, a smile gracing her lips as usual, showing no trace of her previous state of despair.

Lin Shen cautiously looked up at her: “Elder Sister Hua Yuan, are you alright?”

Hua Yuan put one hand on Lin Shen’s shoulder, casually pinching her face, and smiled: “I’m fine, couldn’t be better. Are you coming or not? If you talk any more, I won’t look after you.”

“Coming, coming!” Lin Shen quickly nodded.

Hua Yuan glanced at Lord Lan Shan and the others, letting her gaze linger on Cang Wu for a few moments: “Everyone, may we never meet again.”

Lin Shen was puzzled: “Huh? Shouldn’t it be ‘may we meet again’?”

Hua Yuan didn’t give her another chance to speak. Ten thousand petals scattered with the wind, sweeping Lin Shen away with them.

During the Three Suns Alignment, subtle heat waves rippled in the air. Being deep within Cloud Hidden Mountain, they had to constantly use spiritual energy to ward off the high temperatures around them.

Cang Wu, wanting to share her Senior Sister’s burden, recklessly sent spiritual energy over, but a light tap on her hand made her behave.

Fortunately, they had taken many pure spiritual stones from Hua Yuan’s grotto, which were enough for Cang Wu to spend lavishly.

Lord Lan Shan watched Cang Wu absorb the spiritual energy from the stones to replenish herself, while observing the movements in the surroundings.

They were now deep in Cloud Hidden Mountain. In this unfamiliar territory, unexpected situations were inevitable.

“Senior Sister, since there are now twelve Seeds of Life, it shouldn’t be hard to get one, and then Senior Sister can break through her realm right here,” Cang Wu walked backward in front of Lord Lan Shan, the woman’s face reflected as tiny stars in her eyes.

Walking backward without watching the path, she stumbled over a small pebble and staggered backward.

It was normal for ordinary people, but she had never seen a cultivator tripped by a pebble the size of a finger.

Lord Lan Shan saw what happened but did not comment. She naturally reached out and pulled Cang Wu to her side, holding her hand and not letting go.

“It shouldn’t be me who should break through the realm first, should it?” Lord Lan Shan said pointedly, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

Cang Wu, having successfully delivered herself into her Senior Sister’s hands, felt her ears heat up when she heard that sentence. She leaned in and whispered: “Senior Sister, don’t rush; I will work hard.”

Lord Lan Shan choked slightly and looked at her meaningfully.

Cang Wu tilted her head and smiled at her.

After giving Cang Wu’s fingertip a light, non-painful, punitive squeeze, Lord Lan Shan also laughed.

How could she not feel gratified watching Cang Wu’s personality slowly shed its gloom and become playful with her?

“Cough.” Someone cleared their throat.

Lord Lan Shan and Cang Wu turned their heads simultaneously. Zhao Chen faced them, a smile lingering on her lips.

Zhao Chen could not see, but she could hear.

“Zhao Chen, you only said that Qing Rong was killed before. How did she die?” Cang Wu asked casually.

Zhao Chen paused, then replied: “The ancient texts did not mention this matter. However, I once heard the Hall Master mention it. The current Azure Dragon Hall Master, Yun Chi, was originally raised in the Vermilion Bird Hall, born around the same time as Ling Guang’s mother. The two were childhood sweethearts, but later, due to some incident, a rift developed between them, and the relationship between the Vermilion Bird Hall and the Azure Dragon Hall was never the same. This seems to have been due to the death of Hall Master Qing Rong.”

This relational layer was unexpected by Lord Lan Shan and Cang Wu. Cang Wu pressed further: “Does that mean Qing Rong’s death was related to the former Vermilion Bird Hall Master?”

Zhao Chen shook her head: “I am not entirely clear on the causes and consequences of this. Those things just now… I overheard them inadvertently when I was young. The Hall Master has not spoken of them since.”

They were not very clear on the affairs of the previous generation, let alone the generation before that.

After walking for a while, Zhao Chen suddenly stopped. She faced the nearby bushes: “Someone is coming.”

“Their cultivation is not high, but their speed is fast, and they are carrying a… dying person.”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a streak of light flashed across. A person was struck in the back by this spiritual energy and fell miserably to the ground, rolling to a stop in front of the three of them.

The person being pursued, desperately protecting the one in her arms, stumbled and tried to run, but when she looked up and saw the three people standing before her, she froze: “You all…”

In that moment of hesitation, three more people landed in front of them.

Bai Chuan was already covered in bloodstains. With people in front and behind her, she clutched a short blade, pointing it sometimes at Lord Lan Shan’s group and sometimes at her pursuers: “You are going too far.”

“Going too far? Hahahaha! What a joke! You blame us for going too far because your cultivation is too weak. Hand over the Seed of Life quickly! If I’m in a good mood, I might spare your dog life and even collect the corpse of this… body you’re carrying.” The person standing at the front of the trio laughed loudly, clearly not taking Bai Chuan or the three people opposite them seriously.

The two people behind her also laughed, looking at Bai Chuan’s hopeless, trapped state.

“What corpse! Are you blind? Bai Li is still alive!” Bai Chuan glared at the three of them with red eyes, fiercely hugging the person in her arms with her other hand.

“How dare you call me blind! You’re tired of living! I don’t feel like sparing your dog life anymore.”

A domineering and powerful palm wind struck directly at Bai Chuan. Bai Chuan gritted her teeth, instantly shifted her figure, and hid directly behind Lord Lan Shan’s group.

Although they had friction before, Bai Chuan had seen the strength of these people and knew they could definitely deal with the trio.

Seeing where Bai Chuan hid, the three pursuers seemed to realize there were three others standing here.

“Fellow Immortals, everything must follow the principle of first come, first served. We discovered this person first.”

Lord Lan Shan originally did not want to interfere. The law of the jungle was the first rule of the cultivation world. Furthermore, Bai Chuan had previously impersonated Zhao Chen and caused trouble, bringing significant inconvenience to Zhao Chen, so her impression of this person was not good.

She moved her foot, preparing to shift aside, when Cang Wu’s voice suddenly rang in her ear: “Are you trying to reason with me? Well, I am the one who least respects reason.”

Lord Lan Shan was slightly surprised that Cang Wu would step up to save someone. Her gaze settled on Cang Wu, watching quietly, and she even took a step sideways to yield the space.

Cang Wu saw her Senior Sister’s implicit permission and the corner of her lips curved into a smile.

“Fellow Immortals, does this mean you won’t step aside?”

The three of them simultaneously drew their swords.

“Just the Clear Soul Realm (Minghun Jing), yet so arrogant! Today, let me teach you what restraint is!” The person who attacked first was also the one with the highest realm among the three, at the Grand Perfection stage of the Clear Soul Realm. He desperately needed a Seed of Life to break through.

Cang Wu narrowed her eyes, her expression cold. A blood-red long sword materialized in her hand, followed by an explosive burst of blood mist.

“My Senior Sister hasn’t asked me to restrain myself. What right do you have!”

Activating the Hidden Blood Art, Cang Wu’s realm immediately surged toward the Grand Void Realm, placing her close to the other person. Coupled with the sword skills personally taught by Dong Jun, she quickly kicked the person who had just spoken disrespectfully right out of the fight.

The tip of her sword pointed directly at the cultivator’s throat. Cang Wu looked down at him with disdain.

“You! You used demonic arts! You won by unfair means!”

Cang Wu sneered. The Azure Dragon qi instantly leaked out, the dark blue vertical pupils sending a chill down his spine: “If I truly used demonic arts, you wouldn’t even have a chance to speak now.”

The Dragon qi or the Dragon’s Roar could make this person suffer unbearable agony.

“Scram!”

The three defeated people no longer had any thought of seizing the Seed of Life. They considered themselves lucky to have escaped with their lives and immediately scrambled away, running as fast as they could.

Although Cang Wu had coldly shouted “scram” at others, Lord Lan Shan heard the word and took it to heart. Her heart rate accelerated uncontrollably, and her fingertips tingled.

Mmm… that voice was very commanding.

Cang Wu turned around and saw Bai Chuan preparing to sneak away. She flashed in an instant and appeared right in front of her.

Bai Chuan forced a smile and bowed her head to her: “Thank you, thank you.”

“Thanks?” Cang Wu raised an eyebrow: “Do you think I saved you for free?”

Bai Chuan’s smile instantly vanished.

Cang Wu extended her hand: “The Seed of Life. Hand it over.”