Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 16

“I quite like it.”

Hearing these words didn’t sit well with Lan Shan-jun. She felt this wasn’t Cang Wu’s true choice; it was arbitrary, not heartfelt. She didn’t really care what Path to cultivate. Simply because Lan Shan-jun had given her a sword, she would cultivate the sword.

Lan Shan-jun suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Her Junior Sister was a little too obedient, and this personality could easily lead to her being bullied.

Book Spirit: “Look into my eyes and say that again.”

Who is easily bullied?

Lan Shan-jun paused silently. She hadn’t heard the Book Spirit’s voice for a while and thought it had gone quiet again.

Following the footsteps of the Sound Cultivators, they arrived at Yun Zhong (Above the Clouds), and Lan Shan-jun’s eyes flashed with amazement.

No wonder the two Ting Xue Lou Sound Cultivators guarding the city recommended Yun Zhong. Although they were all elegant pavilions for listening to music, Yun Zhong stood leagues apart from the others. The building was as high as a pagoda, its spire faintly lost above the clouds, which was likely how ‘Yun Zhong’ got its name.

Yun Zhong had no restrictions; any cultivator who came to Bu Xian Xian could enter. This detail alone significantly improved Lan Shan-jun’s impression of the place.

Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu arrived late and could only stand in the outermost circle of the crowd on the first floor, watching from afar.

According to Dan Zhao, there should be a Sound Cultivator imparting teachings here, but on the high platform, there was only a square object shrouded in black cloth. The black cloth had varying shades, looking as if it were soaked in liquid.

Cang Wu’s nose twitched, and her eyes narrowed in alert: “Blood?”

Lan Shan-jun was feeling tired from standing and was resting her arm on her Junior Sister’s shoulder. She froze when she heard that word.

“What?”

Cang Wu turned her head. Something warm and soft brushed past her lips, carrying the scent of the Three-Heart Pure Lotus.

The youth looked up at her Senior Sister, who simply blinked and smiled at her.

“What did Junior Sister just say?”

Cang Wu extended the tip of her tongue to lick the corner of her lips, suppressing the faint, feather-like itch, and lowered her voice: “That cloth is stained with blood.”

Lan Shan-jun was originally feeling a little heat in her ears, but hearing her words, she instantly felt something was terribly wrong.

A place like Yun Zhong should not have blood and gore.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and then simultaneously shifted toward the black cloth on the high platform.

The dark stains on the black cloth slowly spread. When the stain reached a dangling corner, a drop of fresh red blood fell.

It wasn’t just Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu who noticed the anomaly. Mo Huai-sheng in the crowd also saw that drop of blood.

Another drop of blood fell. The black cloth seemed unable to bear the saturated blood and suddenly slipped from the square object, revealing a perfectly square wooden box. Inside lay a fresh, blood-dripping head.

“This! This is!?”

“This is Song Zi-shang!”

Song Zi-shang, a famous Sound Cultivator in the Four Seas and currently an Elder of Ting Xue Lou. She was supposed to be the one imparting teachings today, but somehow she ended up like this.

Lan Shan-jun’s face changed. Just as she was about to take Cang Wu and leave this trouble spot, the surrounding candlelight suddenly extinguished.

As the sight went dark, Lan Shan-jun instinctively reached out to grab Cang Wu, but someone’s hand grasped her wrist first. Then, that person used some force to pull her toward themselves.

As their shoulders touched, Lan Shan-jun heard a low voice: “Senior Sister, be careful.”

A warmth surged in her heart. Lan Shan-jun inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

She already knows how to protect her Senior Sister; she is a good child.

Before she could finish her surge of emotion, a startled scream burst out amidst the noise caused by the sudden darkness. Then, the crowd in the dark began to surge. Some cultivators sensed danger and squeezed toward the main door, but Yun Zhong had already been sealed by some sort of restriction—it allowed entry but no exit.

The smell of blood in the air grew heavier.

Suddenly, a blinding white light shot down from the ceiling, carrying a scorching heat wave.

And in the instant before the white light shone down, a pair of hands covered Lan Shan-jun’s eyes.

Lan Shan-jun heard a scream, followed by more and more, all crying out ‘eyes,’ ‘pain,’ and ‘save me.’

“Close your eyes! Everyone close your eyes! It’s the Sea Demon, the Hundred-Eyed Scorpion! It cannot be heard, but its gaze can reach hundreds of miles! That white light was caused by the Hundred-Eyed Scorpion’s eyes; it will cause blindness!” Amidst the chaos, a female voice rang out, sounding extremely young.

“Hundred-Eyed Scorpion!? Isn’t that a sea demon? How could it appear in Bu Xian Xian?” someone questioned.

“I am Mo Huai-sheng of the Ting Xue Lou. The Ting Xue Lou will surely investigate this matter and give everyone an explanation!” Mo Huai-sheng closed her eyes and used her spiritual energy to transmit her voice as far as possible.

Some panicked cultivators slowly quieted down upon hearing that it was the Young Master of the Ting Xue Lou speaking.

However, the silence lasted only for a few breaths. Those cultivators then discovered that someone beside them had silently fallen, the blood that splashed on their faces still scalding hot.

The surroundings erupted into chaos again.

Lan Shan-jun was originally squeezed into a corner with Cang Wu, but at a certain moment, Lan Shan-jun perceived something approaching their direction. The wind it brought was humid and salty.

Although her eyes were covered, Lan Shan-jun could still sense the non-human things around her—they had hooked, poisonous tails, six legs, and two sharp claws that could easily take a life.

One of these was currently heading their way.

Her ears twitched. Lan Shan-jun heard the sound of Cang Wu’s sword leaving its sheath.

In such a dangerous situation where sight was impossible, how could she, the Senior Sister, hide in her Junior Sister’s arms?

In a flash of lightning, Bu Jin (Endless Chain) shot out abruptly, striking the Hundred-Eyed Scorpion’s heart. The sound of piercing flesh was mixed with the sound of a chain blade grinding against a sword blade—that was Cang Wu’s sword.

In a place Lan Shan-jun could not see, Cang Wu was quietly staring at her.

While nearly a thousand cultivators present were forced to close their eyes, Cang Wu stood alone in the dazzling white light, her pupils contracted into thin, azure lines.

She could see.

This place had practically become a massive hunting ground. The Hundred-Eyed Scorpions were the hunters, and the cultivators were the prey.

Most of the people in Yun Zhong were Sound Cultivators. All they could rely on were the instruments in their hands. Some Sound Cultivators hadn’t even reached the Ju Shi (Gathering Consciousness) realm; they came to Bu Xian Xian simply to avoid outside conflict. Now that they encountered the sound-deafening Hundred-Eyed Scorpions, they didn’t even have the ability to protect themselves.

As the first Hundred-Eyed Scorpion was killed, a second one appeared on the other side, killed by the Ting Xue Lou Young Master, Mo Huai-sheng.

Even though they couldn’t hear, the fluctuations of spiritual energy still drew the cultivators on the scene to converge toward those two sides.

Cang Wu frowned slightly in displeasure. These people, weak in strength, still came to crowd her and her Senior Sister.

But remembering that her Senior Sister liked those who were well-behaved, Cang Wu had to swallow the ‘Get lost’ that was on the tip of her tongue.

A small group of cultivators huddled behind Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu, while the majority gathered near Mo Huai-sheng. The central area naturally became empty.

Lan Shan-jun reached out to pull Cang Wu’s hand away. The child was using her right hand to cover her eyes and her left hand to hold her sword, not feeling awkward at all.

“Senior Sister, you must not look,” Cang Wu reminded her in a low voice, sensing her action.

Lan Shan-jun was startled by the seemingly coaxing tone. She patted Cang Wu’s fingers and gently promised: “I won’t open my eyes.”

“Truly.”

Cang Wu tried her best to be an obedient and well-behaved Junior Sister. She slowly lowered her hand, and Lan Shan-jun truly did not open her eyes.

A rustling sound came from above Yun Zhong. Lan Shan-jun listened intently, her face gradually darkening.

The number of Hundred-Eyed Scorpions was enormous.

On the other side, Mo Huai-sheng also realized this. Unlike Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu’s side, where the cultivators were generally weak in realm, there were a few Ming Hun (Clear Soul) and Sheng Si (Life and Death) realm cultivators around Mo Huai-sheng. However, they were all Sound Cultivators, which put them at a disadvantage against the Hundred-Eyed Scorpions.

“Everyone, do not panic! I have already crushed my jade token. The Ting Xue Lou will send reinforcements within the hour!”

No sooner had Mo Huai-sheng finished speaking than a coquettish laugh echoed through Yun Zhong: “One hour? Little Young Master, you truly have no idea how ignorant you are! By the time the Ting Xue Lou arrives, there won’t be even a scrap of your bones left.”

Lan Shan-jun sensed two people landing on the central high platform.

“Who are you?” Mo Huai-sheng asked.

“What, Young Master, you ask this because you want to know how you die?” The woman walked toward Mo Huai-sheng with a smiling air, yet after only two or three steps, she abruptly turned her head. Seven or eight eyes suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, chillingly staring at the two people at the forefront on the other side.

“You can actually keep your eyes open.”

Lan Shan-jun frowned slightly. She sensed the woman was speaking to their side. Who is it?

“What kind of demon are you?”

Demon? Is there a demon on their side?

Lan Shan-jun was still puzzled when a wave of heat suddenly rolled over from the front. The woman’s angry voice followed immediately: “I will tear off your skin and see what kind of thing you truly are!”

Just then, when the Scorpion King asked Cang Wu a question, Cang Wu hadn’t even spared her a glance.

The Scorpion King was enraged.

Lan Shan-jun, with her eyes closed, didn’t know why the woman had suddenly thrown a tantrum. However, the heat wave was intense, forcing her and Cang Wu to dodge to the left and right.

Cang Wu saw that she was separated from her Senior Sister. Just as she was about to move, the Hundred-Eyed Scorpion King blocked her path.

Cang Wu gritted her teeth. If the Eastern Lord hadn’t placed a bloodline seal on her, she would surely make this ugly creature kneel down and beg for forgiveness!

On the other side, the black-cloaked blade master who had been following the Scorpion King suddenly drew her blade against Lan Shan-jun. The Hundred-Eyed Scorpions hidden in the darkness of Yun Zhong also swarmed out.

The hunting began.

Lan Shan-jun used Bu Jin to block the blade’s terrifying murderous intent and couldn’t help but ask: “Fellow Immortal, we have no grudge, do we?”

The blade master let out a cold laugh: “Does one need a grudge to kill you?”

Lan Shan-jun: “……?”

What kind of person is this?

The blade master’s attacks were fierce and heavy, seemingly fueled by anger.

Fortunately, Lan Shan-jun had practiced under the Eastern Lord for the past month, so she was still able to dodge these attacks.

Just as the blade master channeled spiritual energy into her blade and prepared to strike a blow with full force, Lan Shan-jun also found her opportunity, gathering a Wind Blade aimed at the blade master’s heart.

The blade master had to either attack or defend.

If she struck the blow, her back would be exposed, and Lan Shan-jun had a strand of the Eastern Lord’s sword energy on her, so she certainly wouldn’t be injured. If she didn’t strike and turned to defend, that would be Lan Shan-jun’s chance to counterattack.

Lan Shan-jun narrowed her eyes, thinking that the Eastern Lord had misjudged her; she was no benevolent saint of great compassion.

If others do not offend me, I do not offend others.

At the moment of imminent crisis!

“Zheng—”

Blade and sword clashed. A chilling burst of icy energy suddenly spread, directly snapping the blade in the blade master’s hand.

Although the blade master had her eyes closed, the sword energy that blocked her blade felt incredibly familiar. She gritted her teeth and spoke, her face beneath the cloak dripping with shadow: “It’s you again!”

“Are you alright?”

Lan Shan-jun, who hadn’t had a chance to attack, was stunned by the familiar voice: “Senior Sister Xie?”

Lan Shan-jun couldn’t see because her eyes were closed, but she heard Xie Qing-shuang lightly acknowledge her and ask again: “Are you alright?”

Just as she was about to reply, the blade master’s mocking laugh suddenly rang in her ear.

“She is your Junior Sister. Are you asking me that?”

Lan Shan-jun: “???”