Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 15

Lan Shan-jun dared not look directly at the Eastern Lord, fearing her inner panic would be discovered. The Eastern Lord rarely visited the cliff top, perhaps not once in decades. The one time Lan Shan-jun went up was out of boredom. While chatting with the Book Spirit about the villain Cang Wu, she unconsciously scratched the name onto the rock with a sharp stone. But hadn’t she wiped it away before leaving?

“Master, actually, I once dreamed of that name, so I casually wrote it down. If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have almost completely forgotten it,” Lan Shan-jun spoke with a steady cadence, no different from usual.

“‘I didn’t expect it to be the same name as Junior Sister,'” the Eastern Lord pondered the word ‘dream’ and chuckled softly: “Then you two really have fate.”

Afterward, the Eastern Lord waved her hand, signaling that Lan Shan-jun was permitted to leave, as she wanted to sit there a while longer by herself.

Lan Shan-jun bowed and excused herself. She didn’t know if the Eastern Lord had discovered anything, but as long as the Eastern Lord didn’t press further, she would treat it as a passing thought after waking from a dream.

Day after day passed. It was either sparring with Cang Wu or getting beaten under the Eastern Lord’s hand. A month slipped by in a flash. Although Lan Shan-jun didn’t manage to break through her realm, her movements became much quicker. If she left the Valley now, even if she encountered a Ming Hun Realm cultivator who was one level higher, while she might not win, escaping would certainly not be an issue.

Three days before the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast, the Eastern Lord brought her two disciples out of the Valley.

In less than half a day, the Eastern Lord grew tired of her two disciples being too slow. She left a strand of sword energy on each of them before proceeding on her own.

“Junior Sister, are you hungry?”

Cang Wu was about to shake her head and say she wasn’t hungry, but upon seeing her Senior Sister’s bright, shining eyes fixed on her, the words at the tip of her tongue curved in a new direction—

“I am hungry.”

Lan Shan-jun smiled with satisfaction and led Cang Wu downward.

They had just passed the Qian Realm (Dry Realm). Below them was Bu Xian Xian (Immortal Realm Envied by Mortals), the renowned sacred ground for Sound Cultivators in the Four Seas.

Legend has it that the first Master of the Ting Xue Lou (Snow Listening Tower) once gathered dozens of fully accomplished Sound Cultivators here. They did not gather for martial competition but purely for elegant sounds: qin and xiao playing in harmony, drums and flutes sounding together, attracting many cultivators to pause and witness, creating a famous tale of mortals envying immortals—hence the name Bu Xian Xian.

Today, Bu Xian Xian remains one of the rare places in the Four Seas without conflict. Cultivators who come here are mostly seeking to calm their minds and nurture their nature, as Sound Cultivation is largely therapeutic, and Bu Xian Xian is never lacking in sounds that quiet the heart and spirit. If any troublemakers arise, the Ting Xue Lou will ruthlessly throw them out.

The cultivators guarding the city of Bu Xian Xian are also disciples of the Ting Xue Lou.

Lan Shan-jun could already hear waves of qin music drifting from inside the city while standing outside the city gate. She pulled Cang Wu forward and presented her jade token to the guard disciples, serving as proof of identity.

The two Sound Cultivator sisters looked at the unfamiliar jade token with some surprise: “Yang Valley.”

Both Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu were wearing the white and gold uniforms with the sun-and-cloud pattern.

“Two Sound Cultivator sisters, are there any delicious foods or fun activities in the city?” Lan Shan-jun asked with a bright smile. “My Junior Sister and I are passing through; we have long heard the name Bu Xian Xian and specially came to take a look.”

“This…” One of the Sound Cultivators hesitated briefly. Seeing Lan Shan-jun’s sincere gaze, she told her a few things: “The food in Bu Xian Xian is rare in worldly smoke; most provisions are spiritual fruits and tea snacks. As for fun, Fellow Immortal can go to Yun Zhong (Above the Clouds).”

“Yun Zhong.” Lan Shan-jun noted it down, then flashed a brilliant smile at the two before entering the city.

After the two departed, the guarding Sound Cultivators whispered amongst themselves—

“These two are most likely going to the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast. The Yang Valley never participates in these things.”

“Now, only the Vermilion Bird bloodline is smoothly continued among the Four Halls, and they recently acquired the divine artifact, the Dong Huang Bell. Even if the Yang Valley never sides with anyone, they must consider things more carefully now.”

“That’s true; it’s going to be chaotic again. I wonder if the Azure Dragon Hall Master, who hasn’t shown his face in nearly a century, will…”

“Cough!”

A cough interrupted their conversation. Upon seeing the newcomer, the nervous expressions of the two Sound Cultivators eased slightly.

“Young Master.” They spoke in unison.

A short flute twirled in the woman’s hand before settling in her palm, finally tapping their foreheads.

“I know guarding the city gate can be dull, but when you say such things, you should conceal them. Can’t you use sound transmission?”

Mo Huai-sheng shook her head and sighed. Recalling the conversation just now, she asked: “Did a Yang Valley disciple just enter the city?”

“Yes, those two should be Senior Sisters.”

“Where did they go?”

“They might be heading to Yun Zhong.”

Mo Huai-sheng’s eyebrows lifted: “Perfect. Let’s go make some friends.”

Lan Shan-jun led Cang Wu to explore the city of Bu Xian Xian first. Most of the streets were lined with tea houses for listening to music and instrument shops. There were also many Sound Cultivators playing music by the roadside. Although the sounds mixed together, it wasn’t noisy or messy at all; instead, they complemented each other perfectly. After listening for a while, one couldn’t help but feel a longing in their spirit.

Lan Shan-jun felt a slight itch.

Logically speaking, Bu Xian Xian is the sacred ground for Sound Cultivators, and Sound Cultivators all have their own instruments, so these instrument shops should have dismal business. However, not a single instrument shop in the entire city was without customers.

After walking a distance, Lan Shan-jun suddenly understood. They weren’t selling to Sound Cultivators; they were selling specifically to outsiders like her, who couldn’t resist temptation but also couldn’t resist spending money. The pervasive celestial music throughout the city served as a living advertisement.

Apart from Sound Cultivators, other cultivators visiting Bu Xian Xian would likely leave with an extra musical instrument.

Lan Shan-jun, being acutely aware of her own lack of musical talent, suppressed the impulse to spend money and sought out a Sword Cultivator who had just bought a chang xiao (long flute) to ask for directions.

That Sword Cultivator was happily clutching his newly acquired treasure, his own sword still hanging lonely at his waist.

“‘Yun Zhong!? I’m going there too! Let’s go together,” the Sword Cultivator said, performing a bow with his arms crossed, though he was holding a xiao instead of his sword. “My name is Dan Zhao; I am a rogue cultivator.”

Lan Shan-jun returned the salute: “I am Lan Shan-jun of the Yang Valley. This is my Junior Sister, Cang Wu.”

“Yang Valley!” Dan Zhao was surprised. “No wonder I couldn’t tell which immortal sect you belonged to. Are you two out for experience?”

Lan Shan-jun shook her head without elaborating much. Dan Zhao didn’t ask further questions either.

As they walked together for a while, they saw quite a few Sound Cultivators heading in one direction. Lan Shan-jun guessed they were also heading to Yun Zhong.

“There are often powerful Sound Cultivators imparting teachings in Yun Zhong. It looks like we arrived just in time,” Dan Zhao said excitedly.

Lan Shan-jun saw that her expression didn’t suggest she was just there to join the crowd, but rather she carried the same passion for learning as those Sound Cultivators. She couldn’t help but ask: “Fellow Immortal Dan, are you dual-cultivating both Sword and Sound?”

“Ah?” Dan Zhao scratched her head sheepishly, her voice lowering: “I am neither a Sword Cultivator nor a Sound Cultivator. I haven’t decided which Path I truly want to cultivate yet, so I’m trying them all.”

Lan Shan-jun: “…Alright then.”

Rogue cultivators without a Master to guide them indeed have to figure things out on their own.

Dan Zhao’s gaze fell upon the sword in Cang Wu’s hand, and she asked: “Why does Cang Wu cultivate the Sword Path?”

When one cannot find the answer in their own heart, they often ask others.

Cang Wu didn’t want to respond, but then she heard her Senior Sister say: “That’s right, Junior Sister, why do you cultivate the Sword Path?”

Cang Wu: “……”

The air fell silent for a long time before Cang Wu slowly raised her eyes to look at Lan Shan-jun, a hint of grievance in her eyes.

“Didn’t Senior Sister hand this sword to me?”

Did she forget so quickly?

Lan Shan-jun blinked, recalling the situation. Previously, to prevent Cang Wu from entering the Treasury Room and choosing that overly wicked sword, Yue Cang-qiong, she had tried to give her a gentle one instead. As for why it was a sword—well, the villain in the original novel used a sword! Naturally, she assumed Cang Wu was meant to be a Sword Cultivator.

“The sword was a gift from Senior Sister, so I practice the sword,” Cang Wu gave this reason.

Dan Zhao gave a polite smile, seemingly surprised that even the reason Yang Valley’s disciple practiced the sword was so casual.

More and more Sound Cultivators headed towards Yun Zhong. Dan Zhao wanted to secure a good spot, so she pointed in the direction of Yun Zhong to Lan Shan-jun, indicating she needed to go ahead first.

Lan Shan-jun nodded and bid the person farewell.

Left alone with her Junior Sister again, Lan Shan-jun reached out and draped an arm over Cang Wu’s shoulder, lowering her head slightly: “Are you angry?”

Cang Wu: “No.”

No, the two words were so cold and hard they could smash a hole in the ground.

“Senior Sister hasn’t forgotten,” Lan Shan-jun sighed. “I was just a little surprised. You can’t just decide to cultivate the Sword Path because Senior Sister gave you a sword, right? What if Senior Sister had given you a hammer? Would you start swinging a big hammer?”

Cang Wu thought very seriously for a moment and nodded: “That’s also possible.”

I can lift it.

Lan Shan-jun couldn’t help but laugh, leaning onto Cang Wu.

The scent of the Three-Heart Pure Lotus drifted closer. Cang Wu narrowed her eyes slightly, displaying a hint of avarice.

“No,” Lan Shan-jun pinched Cang Wu’s still somewhat fleshy cheek, wanting to correct her concept. “You should decide what Path to cultivate based on what you like. That has nothing to do with others, do you understand? If you don’t like practicing the sword, we can change to cultivating another Path.”

Cang Wu looked at the He Wen (Crane’s Kiss) in her hand. The blade was thin and slender, without an overly aggressive aura, gentle and beautiful.

“I quite like it; there’s no need to change it.”