Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 123

“You can bring my Wu Luo back, can’t you?”

The fox’s figure was concealed in the mist, and the face of the Lanyan Lord transformed into a gigantic fox head, its fangs exposed, making it look utterly ferocious.

The small, cloudy dragon that had been circling the Lanyan Lord’s collar suddenly opened its eyes and lunged towards the fox head, angrily trying to tear it apart.

The Lanyan Lord swiftly grabbed its tail and wrapped it around her wrist in a few movements, then stroked its head to soothe it.

This fox had profound cultivation; it could devour this little thing in one bite. Although it was a creation of Cang Wu intended for her amusement, she was unwilling to watch the small dragon be swallowed.

“Answer me!” The Lanyan Lord’s silence provoked the fox, which abruptly sprang out of the mist. With one paw, it could pin the Lanyan Lord to the ground, leaving her immobile.

Just as the sharp beast claws were about to grip her body, the Lanyan Lord’s eyes narrowed. She slapped her palm against the ground, leveraging the force to leap up. A flash of golden light emerged as her chain-blade shot out a hundred meters, the cold, gleaming edge encircling the fox’s forepaw.

The thick mist swirled, and the captured paw also melted into the fog.

The Heavenly Pool vanished from sight. The mist was so dense that she couldn’t even see her own hand.

“All I ask is that you save Wu Luo. I will give you the Drunken Immortal Flower, the Seed of Life—anything you need, I can acquire for you. Why are you unwilling to help!”

The piercing, sharp shriek of the demon nearly ruptured the Lanyan Lord’s ears. Her chain-blade circled her warily, guarding against the fox suddenly grabbing her.

“Her soul consciousness is too shattered. Even if I find the last fragment, I cannot reconstruct her soul,” the Lanyan Lord said softly. “I cannot help you.”

“How will you know if you don’t try? As long as there is the slightest shred of hope, I must save her!” the fox cried out. “I can tell your relationship with that Azure Dragon is extraordinary. If she ever finds herself in this situation one day, could you really stand by and watch her fade away!?”

Cang Wu…

The Lanyan Lord’s mind paused. The wind stirred slightly in front of her.

“…I will try.”

The fox’s sharp claws instantly stopped right before the Lanyan Lord.

Both the person and the fox calmed down. The Lanyan Lord looked at the countless floating specks of light in the Heavenly Pool, drew a golden thread from her chain-blade, and in the blink of an eye, woven threads formed a map of mountains and rivers.

The scenery depicted in the map was exactly that of the Heavenly Pool.

“Do you know how to use the Primordial Chaos Map?” the Spirit King asked her.

The Lanyan Lord stared at the Primordial Chaos Map, not even hearing the question. She looked at the Heavenly Pool within the map and unconsciously reached out her hand.

Her fingertip touched the surface of the map. A breeze blew, and ripples spread across the water, catching the stray strands of hair near the Lanyan Lord’s forehead. The light specks on the Heavenly Pool’s surface flew into the Primordial Chaos Map, slowly gathering together to form a vague human figure.

The fox looked at the figure and cried out excitedly, “Wu Luo!”

The figure smiled at the fox outside the map. “Xiao Jiu.”

The Primordial Chaos Map burst with golden light, illuminating the entire Heavenly Pool. The Lanyan Lord’s eyes also glowed with a golden light, and ancient dark patterns slowly imprinted themselves deep within her pupils.

A set of unfamiliar mental incantations for usage instantly surfaced in her mind. Only after fully absorbing them did the Lanyan Lord finally let out a sigh of relief.

This is… is this the cultivation technique for the Primordial Chaos Map!?

“Wu Luo…”

“Xiao Jiu.”

The Lanyan Lord looked at her hands and silently recited the cultivation incantations for the Primordial Chaos Map. The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly flowed into her body like water, circulating through her meridians on its own and converting into spiritual power within her Golden Core.

Her eyes widened slightly, expressing an astonishment that words couldn’t capture.

As expected of a divine artifact! The Primordial Chaos Map can enable continuous absorption of spiritual energy for cultivation!

Heavens…

“Lanyan Lord! Lanyan Lord!!”

Her sleeve was tugged. The Lanyan Lord looked down and saw that the fox was biting her clothing.

“Find Wu Luo, quickly find Wu Luo!” Xiao Jiu had never been so expectant. She had spent countless millennia—precisely 1,673 years—in this Land of Return Ruins, collecting and carefully nurturing every shattered fragment of Wu Luo’s soul consciousness. Now that she had finally found someone who could help her bring Wu Luo back, how could she not be agitated?

The Lanyan Lord recovered her senses and immediately dispersed the human figure in the Primordial Chaos Map.

“Heaven and Earth, all things; starlight as dust. Endless life, wandering the Nine Heavens, Seek!”

In an instant, the golden dark patterns manifested in the woman’s eyes. Every part of Cloud Concealment Mountain fell within her sight. The twelve peaks, seven valleys, and three rivers flashed by. The image finally settled on a scrawny, sickly-looking fox.

Wu Luo’s last fragment of soul consciousness was inside this fox.

At this moment, this fox seemed to be caught in a chaotic fight. It desperately dodged the flashes of swords, the shadows of blades, and the clash of spiritual powers, but was still accidentally injured by a falling rock, which pinned its entire hindquarters, leaving it unable to move.

The golden light slowly faded. The Lanyan Lord told the nine-tailed fox beside her the result of her search. Subsequently, a large, fluffy tail suddenly wrapped around her.

The Lanyan Lord sat upon the fox’s back and swiftly rushed away from the Heavenly Pool, sprinting through Cloud Concealment Mountain.

All the soul consciousness in the Heavenly Pool had been collected into the Primordial Chaos Map. After the fox left, all that remained was a pool of dim, tranquil dead water.

“Sister Hua Yan! The Seed of Life was stolen by that person!” Lin Shen shouted up at the self-aware cluster of petals as he struggled to get up from the ground.

The petals chased after the streak of flowing light in front of them, dragging Lin Shen along as well.

Mid-chase, Hua Yan noticed that the person who had snatched the Seed of Life had stopped.

She tilted her head and saw a blade cultivator standing in front of the person.

Blocked front and back, Zhong Yan glared fiercely at the person in front: “Ming Yu! What are you trying to do!?”

Ming Yu raised her blade and coldly stared at the Seed of Life in Zhong Yan’s hand: “Hand over the Seed of Life, and I will let you go.”

“Let me go?” Zhong Yan sneered disdainfully. “Where do you get such bravado to talk about letting me go!”

“If you weren’t injured, I genuinely wouldn’t be your match, but you are severely wounded now…” Ming Yu curled her lip, sharply twisting her wrist as the blade’s edge aimed straight for Zhong Yan’s vital spot.

Zhong Yan dodged the strike, but was struck by a palm from Hua Yan, who had been chasing from behind. The damned flowers rooting in her back caused her intense discomfort.

Ming Yu vigilantly watched Hua Yan, quietly gripping her blade tighter.

Another one has arrived. This truly is troublesome…

Zhong Yan spat out the blood in her mouth, chuckling at the two people who relentlessly pursued her: “Why don’t you two fight? Whichever one survives, I’ll give this Seed of Life to them.”

Hua Yan smiled, though her eyes held no warmth, as she looked at her: “Something stolen from my child, do you truly think it belongs to you?”

This remark was not solely for Zhong Yan’s ears, but also intended to make Ming Yu retreat.

“Whoever gets the Seed of Life, it belongs to them. It’s in my hand now, so it’s mine…”

Zhong Yan’s sentence was cut short as a fierce blade wind rushed towards her face. Her expression hardened, and she quickly flashed aside to dodge. In the next instant, a long blade with a chilling gleam hacked down towards her head.

Zhong Yan raised her arm to block. Molten hot magma immediately enveloped the handle of the blade, directly melting its edge.

“You, you cannot kill me.” Zhong Yan smiled hideously, using one hand to snap Ming Yu’s blade, then reversing her hand to send a palm strike through the air.

Ming Yu was struck directly in the chest, and blood surged out of her mouth, splattering on her face.

She stabilized herself and was about to advance again when she suddenly smelled a floral fragrance. The woman’s soft voice reached her ear: “Miss, I already warned you. This Seed of Life belongs to my child. Furthermore, you have not yet reached the time for a breakthrough; this item is of little use to you.”

Ming Yu glanced at her, then at Lin Shen behind her: “But I see your child is also not ready yet. Elder, why not yield this Seed of Life to me? I need to take it to save someone.”

Hua Yan frowned slightly upon hearing her mention saving someone. It seemed someone else urgently needed to achieve a breakthrough, which was why she came for the Seed of Life.

In a flash, Zhong Yan prepared to flee again. Hua Yan waved her hand, directly blocking her path.

Ming Yu stopped wasting words and pulled out another blade, hacking towards her.

As the two were fighting, a killing intent-filled aura suddenly inserted itself between them. Zhong Yan was directly impaled through the heart with a sword.

Ming Yu was somewhat taken aback, raising her eyes in surprise to look at the person behind Zhong Yan.

Mo Huaisheng.

The former Young Lord of the Snow-Listening Tower no longer showed the graceful appearance she once possessed. Her long hair was messily scattered behind her, and her short flute was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she held a long sword, radiating intense murderous intent.

Zhong Yan snapped the long sword in front of her heart, turning back to look at the person who had wounded her: “It’s you?”

Mo Huaisheng’s eyes were bloodshot, and she said with hatred, “Zhong Yan, give me your life!”

She sought vengeance for the innocent disciples who died unjustly, for her mother and friends, and for the Snow-Listening Tower.

Faced with enemies on three sides, Zhong Yan gritted her teeth, ultimately tossing out the Seed of Life that was already in her hand.

The Flower Demon and Ming Yu were after the Seed of Life. Avoiding those two, only Mo Huaisheng remained, and she was not a cause for concern.

As expected, when the Seed of Life was thrown into the air, Hua Yan and Ming Yu leaped out simultaneously.

Both pairs of hands grasped the Seed of Life at the same time. Hua Yan looked up at Ming Yu, and Ming Yu looked back at her.

On the other side, Zhong Yan grabbed Mo Huaisheng’s shoulder, forcefully crushing the bone there: “Young Lord Mo, if you want revenge, you must first see if you have the ability. You are only a sound cultivator who plays the flute; what do you have to seek revenge with?”

Mo Huaisheng clenched her jaw, not making a sound. Her jaw and neck were covered in sweat from the dense, stabbing pain. She desperately reached out and choked Zhong Yan’s neck, but Zhong Yan’s entire body was transformed by magma, and her palm was instantly scorched scarlet red.

She squeezed the other party tightly, but her vision grew darker and darker.

Zhong Yan looked at her contemptuously, just about to end her with a burst of fire when a golden chain-blade suddenly whipped out.

Mo Huaisheng’s vision returned to brightness. She opened her eyes and, in a flash of light, saw the woman standing atop the nine-tailed fox.

Just like the first time they met, she was so dazzling that one couldn’t look away.

Her waist tightened, and Mo Huaisheng was pulled over. A hand held her arm, supporting her. A light, elegant fragrance scattered the scent of blood on her.

“Huaisheng!?”

The woman’s tone was one of surprise, but Mo Huaisheng could no longer hold on. She had pursued Zhong Yan to the Land of Return Ruins and hadn’t closed her eyes since. She closed her eyes and completely passed out.

The Lanyan Lord supported Mo Huaisheng and told the nine-tailed fox at her feet, “You go look for Wu Luo’s soul consciousness first.”

The nine-tailed fox descended without hesitation.

Zhong Yan, seeing the Lanyan Lord save Mo Huaisheng, took the opportunity to escape despite her injuries.

Hua Yan and Ming Yu were in a stalemate. Hua Yan was initially unwilling to give the Seed of Life to the other party, but—

“I shouldn’t ask for a reward for saving someone, but now I’ve changed my mind,” Ming Yu slowly spoke. “Elder, do you truly not remember me?”

Hua Yan was stunned by the words: “You…”

“When I saved you, I said I was a descendant of the Spirit Medicine Valley.”

Looking at Ming Yu’s retreating figure, Hua Yan sighed.

A debt of gratitude must be repaid. Fortunately, in her final period of time, she could still repay this kindness.

“Sister Hua Yan.”

Hua Yan stroked Lin Shen’s hair and said softly, “Let’s look for the next Seed of Life. That young lady was kind enough to save my life.”

Lin Shen knew the magnitude of a life-saving debt and obediently nodded: “Okay.”

Hua Yan looked at the Lanyan Lord not far away, and took Lin Shen over: “Do you know this person?”

The Lanyan Lord nodded, her gaze complex as she looked at the unconscious Mo Huaisheng.

She was injured and her spiritual power was depleted; she needed to find a place for her to heal and recuperate quickly.

Hua Yan was startled by the flash of gold in the Lanyan Lord’s eyes when she looked up. She quietly took half a step back, pulling Lin Shen with her.

“Since you know her, I’ll leave her to you. Lin Shen, let’s go.”

Hua Yan and Lin Shen left hurriedly. The Lanyan Lord didn’t think much of it. She lifted Mo Huaisheng onto her back and lightly tapped her toe, finding the nine-tailed fox.

“This is my friend. I need to take her to a safe place.”

The nine-tailed fox emitted a displeased sound in its throat, but ultimately, it still relied on the Lanyan Lord to save Wu Luo, so it had no choice but to endure.

The Lanyan Lord carried Mo Huaisheng and found the White River Cave. As soon as the nine-tailed fox opened the barrier, a figure rushed out in a hurry.

The two collided full-on. The Lanyan Lord struggled to keep her balance while carrying the person on her back.

“Don’t you have eyes…”

A furious reprimand was abruptly cut short: “…Senior Sister?”

The Lanyan Lord looked up at Cang Wu, seeing the surprise and then the helplessness on his face.

“Come, give me a hand.”

The two helped Mo Huaisheng down. There was only a stone bed in the cave, so they had to lay the person on a blanket first.

“Senior Sister!” Cang Wu shot forward, grabbing the Lanyan Lord and looking her over thoroughly: “Are you alright?”

“What could possibly happen.” The nine-tailed fox walked in slowly: “The person has been delivered. Is it time to reassemble the soul consciousness now?”

Cang Wu stared at the fox with an unfriendly expression.

“If we’re reassembling the soul consciousness, can we do it here?” the Lanyan Lord asked.

The nine-tailed fox thought for a moment and nodded.

As long as Wu Luo could return, anywhere was fine.