Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 14

Lan Shan-jun paused upon hearing that, finding Cang Wu’s words strangely worded.

What did she mean by, ‘has so many Junior Sisters’?

Shouldn’t all those who entered the Valley after her be called Junior Sisters?

And that phrase, ‘I don’t know which one you are calling,’ Lan Shan-jun realized upon closer thought that she could detect a trace of awkwardness and possessiveness in it.

Looking at Cang Wu again, although the child had pulled her hand away, she was still standing obediently in place, seemingly waiting for her response.

In the original novel, Cang Wu viewed Xie Qing-shuang as the White Moonlight in her heart. The appearance of Ming Yu caused the moonlight shining upon her to begin to tilt, leading Cang Wu to feel jealousy and even resentment. Such a person inherently possesses a certain degree of possessiveness.

What was happening just now was Cang Wu’s possessiveness acting up. She saw other Junior Sisters surrounding Lan Shan-jun and realized that her status as Junior Sister was not exclusive, hence her displeasure.

Lan Shan-jun curved her eyes, feeling pleased.

This development couldn’t be better. Being displeased over a mere title solidified her status as Senior Sister; at least, she wouldn’t be cut down as cannon fodder in the future.

“Of course, I am calling you,” Lan Shan-jun stepped forward, brought Cang Wu into an embrace, and softly coaxed the awkward youth: “You and I both study under the Eastern Lord. You are my only Junior Sister. It’s just that since we all share the Yang Valley as our birthplace, calling those young ladies ‘Senior/Junior Sisters’ has become a habit. If Cang Wu dislikes it, Senior Sister will only call you Junior Sister Cang Wu from now on, hmm?”

These words clearly struck a chord with Cang Wu. The corners of her lips uncontrollably curved upwards, but she still said verbally, “As long as Senior Sister is happy.”

Lan Shan-jun almost couldn’t suppress a laugh—children are always stubborn on the surface.

“Then, Junior Sister, shall we go back?”

Lan Shan-jun took Cang Wu’s hand. This time, Cang Wu did not pull away and followed obediently by Lan Shan-jun’s side.

“See? Even though Cang Wu is the villain in the original novel, she is currently a very easily coaxed child. As long as we avoid entanglement between her and the protagonists, there shouldn’t be any issues in the future,” Lan Shan-jun communicated silently with the Book Spirit.

Having dealt with the villain’s trouble, all that remained was to properly bring the two heroines together.

Senior Sister Xie cultivates the Path of Ruthlessness, which has the highest graduation difficulty, so it would be hard to start from her side. They would have to rely on the other heroine.

The Book Spirit spoke softly: “I have a feeling that something isn’t quite right.”

Lan Shan-jun ignored her. After having a small spar with Cang Wu, she sat beneath the Lotus Pavilion to watch Cang Wu practice her sword dance. When You Shi arrived, she went to the Quiet Room on time to copy the Jing Xin Zhou (Calm Heart Mantra).

Cang Wu followed her. Lan Shan-jun prepared a set of paper, ink, brush, and inkstone for her to play with on the side.

Perhaps it was the incense burned in the Quiet Room or the Jing Xin Zhou really working, but Lan Shan-jun copied with unusual silence and diligence.

Cang Wu sat beside her, gripping a brush, scribbling something crookedly.

During this time, Lan Shan-jun glanced over and noticed Cang Wu seemed to be writing someone’s name. However, her brush-holding posture was so awkward—worse than a three-year-old’s grip—that the name under the brush was a chaotic, unrecognizable scrawl.

Sensing Lan Shan-jun watching her, Cang Wu slowly reached out and covered what she was writing.

“You don’t know how to write?” Lan Shan-jun’s tone carried a hint of surprise, but upon seeing Cang Wu tighten her grip on the brush, a look of shame and annoyance also appeared on her face.

“I do,” Cang Wu mumbled, clearly lacking confidence.

Lan Shan-jun put down her brush: “Here.”

Lan Shan-jun extended her hand toward Cang Wu, pulled her to sit on the same meditation cushion, and held the girl almost entirely in her arms.

“Senior Sister will teach you.”

“Shall we start by writing ‘Cang Wu’ first?”

The warm breath against her ear made Cang Wu inexplicably feel hot, and her heart began to beat faster.

Lan Shan-jun held Cang Wu’s hand, teaching her the correct posture for holding the brush. She explained every stroke in detail and gently, completely failing to notice that the pupil of the person in her arms was slowly contracting until it became a thin line.

The final stroke was laid down. Lan Shan-jun asked softly, “Do you understand now?”

Not hearing a response for a long time, Lan Shan-jun assumed the child was too proud to speak, so she held Cang Wu’s hand and wrote a few more times.

“Senior Sister, teach me how to write your name,” Cang Wu suddenly spoke up.

Lan Shan-jun’s brush tip paused; she was so proud she almost wanted to wag her tail.

She hasn’t even mastered her own name yet and already wants to learn hers—this child is thoughtful!

So, Lan Shan-jun wrote her own name right next to the earlier ‘Cang Wu.’

“Lan, Shan, Jun.”

Cang Wu mimicked Lan Shan-jun’s movements and crookedly wrote a character, but before Lan Shan-jun could look, Cang Wu crumpled the paper into a ball and hid it in her hand, speaking rapidly: “I know how to write now; I’ll show Senior Sister later.”

Saying that, Cang Wu took her own paper and brush and ran to a corner, turning her back to Lan Shan-jun.

Because the writing was ugly, she wanted to practice secretly until it was fluent and beautiful before showing it to her Senior Sister.

Lan Shan-jun propped her chin up and watched Cang Wu’s focused back, smiling until her eyes curved sweetly: “So cute.”

A very light compliment landed in Cang Wu’s ears. The corners of her lips turned upwards, and the words the woman had said to others not long ago echoed in her mind—

【It’s just an ordinary handkerchief, why wash it clean and return it? So well-behaved and so cute.】

Senior Sister likes those who are well-behaved, those who are obedient and cute.

When Lan Shan-jun had copied for almost the required time, Cang Wu shyly brought her work over, tilting her head to present it to Lan Shan-jun.

Lan Shan-jun took it and looked at her name written there. While it wasn’t beautiful, compared to the few worm-like squiggles before, it was already quite neat and presentable.

Lan Shan-jun carefully folded the paper and put it away, praising Cang Wu with genuine sincerity.

She recalled when she first started learning calligraphy, the Eastern Lord had belittled her work immensely, saying her writing was offensively terrible, no better than random scratches.

Seeing Cang Wu write now, Lan Shan-jun couldn’t help but recall her past self. She silently gritted her teeth—she would never be like the Eastern Lord, whose words were so poisonous a single lick could kill one. She would be an encouraging parent figure!

Cang Wu, having received her Senior Sister’s praise, had her eyebrows raised higher than usual.

Leaving the Quiet Room, on the way back to her own room, Lan Shan-jun smelled a faint, elusive scent of alcohol. She followed the scent and looked over, spotting a solitary figure in the Lotus Pavilion.

The Eastern Lord had returned.

The usual Eastern Lord was detached and transcendent, rarely revealing any true emotion in front of acquaintances. Lan Shan-jun once thought the Eastern Lord also cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness, until the Valley Master accidentally let something slip, revealing that the Eastern Lord was merely sulking.

This sulk had lasted for over a hundred years.

Lan Shan-jun glanced a couple more times and shook her head helplessly. Just as she was about to leave, a faint call came from the Lotus Pavilion: “Lan Shan.”

Lan Shan-jun’s scalp tingled, and she had no choice but to turn her steps and walk over.

“Master.”

The Eastern Lord carried a slight wine aroma, like plum blossoms in the deep winter.

“Lan Shan, there is something I want to ask you.” The Eastern Lord slowly raised her eyes; the clarity in her eyes showed no sign of drunkenness: “Passing the cliff top just now, I saw the words ‘Cang Wu’ carved on a stone. The wind and rain have erased much of the trace, suggesting it was written many years ago. That was your handwriting.”

“Lan Shan, did you know Cang Wu would come to the Yang Valley before?”