Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 126

Two small figures: one had a round, adorable space growing on its head, and the other didn’t even have facial features.

On one side of the water mirror, the simple small figure passed its hand through the mirror surface, and slowly, its body also crossed over, finally transforming into a sinister, shadowy small dragon that swallowed the small figure on the other side in one gulp.

Lanyan Jun closed her eyes and waved her hand, dispelling the water mirror before her, and even slapped the small dragon.

Resting her chin on her hand, she slightly tilted her head to look. Cang Wu was still cultivating in peace, his expression one of complete concentration.

The memory of their first meeting in Yang Valley  resurfaced in her mind—the tiny, adorable dumpling had now grown up so much. His appearance was handsome and pleasing, his eyelashes long and upturned, casting a circle of shadow on the fair skin beneath his eyelids. His nose bridge was straight and fine, and his mouth… was also beautiful.

Lanyan Jun stared, lost in thought, and unconsciously moved her throat.

There was no helping it; her initial interest in Cang Wu was purely because his face was entirely to her liking.

Now, the more she looked, the more her heart fluttered.

As she was watching, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly dispersed, and the person cultivating opened his eyes.

Lanyan Jun immediately averted her gaze, smoothed the already tidy belt around her waist, and then checked her cuffs, giving the appearance of being extremely busy.

“Senior Sister,” Cang Wu leaned closer.

Lanyan Jun paused her bustling activity and smiled at him: “Hmm? Are you tired from cultivating?”

Cang Wu blinked, looking innocent: “I can’t calm my mind, Senior Sister. I’m afraid if I continue to cultivate, I’ll suffer Qi deviation.”

Lanyan Jun: “…”

With the one being stared at now herself, Lanyan Jun felt a little restless. She lightly coughed twice and prepared to get up: “You, you cultivate properly. I’m going to find Zhao Chen.”

“Don’t go.” Cang Wu grabbed the woman’s hand and moved closer to her. “With Senior Sister here, I feel at ease.”

“Didn’t you just say you couldn’t calm your mind? How are you at ease now?” Lanyan Jun’s face didn’t show it, but her heart was full to the point of overflowing.

Cang Wu chuckled and glanced towards Zhao Chen: “Zhao Chen is busy refining pills. Senior Sister, you shouldn’t go.”

In fact, the moment Cang Wu grabbed her, Lanyan Jun had no intention of moving, so she nodded in agreement with his words: “True.”

With that, Lanyan Jun gently patted Cang Wu’s hand and said softly: “Cultivate. I’ll stay here.”

Cang Wu contentedly withdrew his hand, just about to gather the surrounding spiritual energy again—

“Cang Wu.”

Cang Wu liked high places, and the spot he chose for cultivation was on a large boulder in the cave. This voice came from below.

Cang Wu looked down, a little surprised: “Mo Huaisheng?”

Mo Huaisheng stood by the edge of the boulder, looking up. Her gaze was fixed solely on Cang Wu, not daring to shift even an inch.

“What do you want from me?” Cang Wu asked with a flat expression.

Although he didn’t particularly like Mo Huaisheng, he was willing to help if she had a request.

Mo Huaisheng’s face was pale, but her eyes were unusually sharp: “Please teach me sword techniques.”

Cang Wu frowned: “You want to learn the sword?”

The Young Master of Tingxue Tower, a widely known talent in music cultivation, now wanted to abandon musical arts and switch to sword cultivation.

The reason was not hard to guess: she desperately sought revenge.

Zhao Chen had previously mentioned that her internal vital energy was in chaos from haphazardly practicing various martial arts…

Cang Wu’s gaze fell on Mo Huaisheng’s neck, where the meridians were dark purple and badly blocked. This was the backlash from her reckless practice of different techniques.

“Alright.” Cang Wu brought his lowered hand together, concentrating spiritual energy at his fingertips. “First, let me see if you have the talent for the sword.”

His figure moved like a phantom, appearing before Mo Huaisheng. His spiritual energy-charged finger jabbed forcefully at her shoulders, tracing the meridians down to her arms, then striking hard!

“Crack—” The sound of breaking bone.

Mo Huaisheng instantly broke out in a cold sweat, clenching her teeth tightly without uttering a sound.

After her arms were broken, her peripheral vision flashed, followed by her shoulders and back. That tyrannical and potent spiritual energy surged violently through her body, forcefully breaking open several crucial acupuncture points.

The final palm strike slammed into her back, the spiritual energy shockwave lifting both their outer robes. Mo Huaisheng immediately spat out a large mouthful of dark blood.

The feeling of blockage in her chest vanished instantly.

Cang Wu withdrew his hand, then quickly reset Mo Huaisheng’s arms.

Mo Huaisheng knew he was clearing her meridians for her.

She endured the pain, raised her hands, and bowed: “Thank you.”

Cang Wu accepted the bow, his tone still indifferent: “I cannot teach you. Your body is not suited for the sword, nor is it suited for the saber.”

Mo Huaisheng quickly reached out to stop Cang Wu, insisting: “I can learn! I can put in a thousand or ten thousand times the effort to learn! I also have the Ice Spiritual Root, which is very suitable for the Way of the Sword!”

Cang Wu looked at her and asked: “Did you work hard when you studied musical arts at Tingxue Tower?”

Mo Huaisheng’s expression froze, her throat seeming to seize up. Finally, she gave a stiff nod.

More than just hard work, as the Young Master and future Lord of Tingxue Tower, she had known her duty since childhood. Without her mother’s urging, she would invest more time and effort into her studies than her peers.

“You want revenge.” Cang Wu exposed Mo Huaisheng’s true motive for learning the sword in one sentence. His eyes shifted, noticing the short flute at her waist. He reached out and telekinetically took it, twirling it between his fingers.

Mo Huaisheng instinctively reached out to take it back, but then retracted her hand mid-air: “Yes, I want revenge. You were trained by the Eastern Lord, and your swordsmanship is exceptional…”

“Who says revenge must involve drawing a sword or saber?” Cang Wu interrupted her coldly. “Besides, your talent doesn’t lie in the sword or saber. Even if you switch to sword cultivation and train day and night for another century, you still wouldn’t be my match, let alone able to take revenge.”

The sword and saber spill blood, while music cultivation damages the inner being. It is true that the former is more satisfying for revenge, but in terms of inflicting pain and torment, sonic attacks are superior.

Mo Huaisheng’s face fell. She retreated two steps, utterly lost, and leaned against a tree trunk for support.

“Watch.”

The short flute returned to her hand, and Mo Huaisheng slowly looked up.

Cang Wu conjured a formless sword shape with his finger and rapidly performed a set of sword forms before Mo Huaisheng, one move flowing seamlessly into the next, one complete sword set after another, allowing no pause for the observer to imitate or study carefully.

In the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Cang Wu unleashed every sword move he had learned in Yang Valley.

He dispersed the ethereal sword in his hand and asked: “Did you learn it?”

Mo Huaisheng looked distressed: “How could I possibly learn that?”

Mo Huaisheng considered her memory strong enough to be photographic, but in that moment’s time, she felt like she hadn’t retained anything. There were a few scattered movements in her mind, but she couldn’t string them together. Cang Wu’s sword was so fast it was almost a mere afterimage.

“That is how the Eastern Lord taught me. Her sword is even faster,” Cang Wu said, looking at her. “Do you still want to learn the sword?”

Mo Huaisheng fell silent, her fingers slowly tightening around the short flute.

“The spiritual energy here is pure, suitable for healing and also for cultivation,” Cang Wu subtly reminded her.

Heal your wounds, improve your strength, and then seek revenge.

This time, Mo Huaisheng listened; she truly understood what genius meant.

Cang Wu was right. If she pursued the sword, she might not reach Cang Wu’s level even after another century, and by then, her enemy would also have grown stronger.

The two returned to the cave, one following the other, where Lanyan Jun was leaning against the stone wall, waiting for them.

“Senior Sister.” Cang Wu saw her, his eyes instantly lighting up with a smile, and he rushed over in three steps.

Lanyan Jun smiled gently at him and signaled for him to go inside first.

As he left, Cang Wu deliberately hooked his finger with the woman’s.

Lanyan Jun’s smile widened. She found these small gestures very satisfying. Seeing Mo Huaisheng’s figure, she restrained her smile. When the other woman quickened her pace, trying to pass by her, Lanyan Jun called out: “Huaisheng.”

Mo Huaisheng’s body stiffened. Knowing she couldn’t avoid it, she stopped.

Lanyan Jun sighed: “Are you avoiding me?”

Mo Huaisheng opened her mouth. It took her a long time to hear her own hoarse voice: “…No.”

“Huaisheng, aren’t we friends?” Lanyan Jun asked softly, her voice so gentle that it couldn’t provoke any annoyance.

“Yes.” Mo Huaisheng said tremblingly, her eyes suddenly burning and turning red, and tears threatened to spill.

After the tragedy of her entire clan at Tingxue Tower, she was gravely wounded while seeking revenge, and her friends had saved her life and healed her injuries.

“I know you are desperate for revenge, but if you abandon musical arts as well, Tingxue Tower will truly be left with no one,” Lanyan Jun said, seeing the tear streaks at the corners of her eyes, and offered her a handkerchief.

Mo Huaisheng knew she looked wretched. She took the handkerchief, turned her head away to wipe her tears, but the heartbreak made the tears impossible to stop.

Clutching the handkerchief tightly, Mo Huaisheng forced a smile that wasn’t very pleasant, looking at Lanyan Jun: “I understand now. Cang Wu just told me some things. I also realize I shouldn’t be obsessed with the edge of a blade. Don’t worry, I’ve figured it out.”

Lanyan Jun’s expression changed slightly. She hadn’t expected Cang Wu to have talked about these things with Mo Huaisheng just now.

“It’s good that you’ve figured it out.” Lanyan Jun was sincerely relieved for Mo Huaisheng. She turned around. “The pill Zhao Chen refined for you is ready. Go heal your injuries first.”

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Before Lanyan Jun could react, she was embraced from behind.

Lanyan Jun’s eyes widened. She instinctively looked toward Cang Wu’s position.

Cang Wu saw it, and his face instantly turned terrifyingly gloomy.

“Huaisheng, you…” Lanyan Jun exerted force to break free from the embrace, putting distance between herself and Mo Huaisheng.

In a flash, Cang Wu was walking over, arriving before them in a single breath.

Lanyan Jun quickly grabbed him, pulling him back.

Mo Huaisheng was severely injured now; she couldn’t endure a beating from Cang Wu.

“Senior Sister,” Cang Wu looked at her unhappily, then turned his cold stare towards Mo Huaisheng, saying through gritted teeth, “Why didn’t that palm strike kill you?”

Mo Huaisheng took a deep breath, raised her hands, and bowed deeply to Lanyan Jun, “I was presumptuous just now.”

“You know you were presumptuous,” Cang Wu lifted his leg, ready to kick.

Lanyan Jun held him in an embrace, moving him away a little: “Wait, wait.”

“Wait for what?” Cang Wu glared fiercely at her. “You wait for me to kill her.”

“Lanyan.” Mo Huaisheng’s expression was much more relaxed, as if she had finally let go of something.

Before Lanyan Jun could say anything, Cang Wu couldn’t help but snap back: “Why are you calling my Senior Sister’s name again!?”

Regret, regret. Cang Wu was currently overwhelmed with regret, a regret that made his heart ache.

Lanyan Jun tried hard to hold Cang Wu back, looking at Mo Huaisheng: “Huaisheng, speak.”

Mo Huaisheng smiled at her: “We are friends.”

Lanyan Jun was momentarily stunned. Seeing Mo Huaisheng’s open and natural smile, a weight lifted from her heart.

A long time ago, she was surrounded by many sisters. She had also continued to be friends with quite a few suitors whose romantic advances she rejected. She had seen the looks in those people’s eyes.

Mo Huaisheng’s appearance at this moment gave Lanyan Jun a sense of familiar déjà vu.

She knew the other person had truly let her go.

That hug just now was Mo Huaisheng’s farewell to her past self.

“Good.”

Lanyan Jun’s attention was on Mo Huaisheng. For a moment, she lost her grip and failed to hold Cang Wu, who instantly darted out.

Cang Wu raised his leg and kicked, sending Mo Huaisheng directly into the stone wall. She spat out a mouthful of blood and immediately fainted.

Lanyan Jun gasped: “Wai-Wai-Wait—”