Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 18

For the rest of the journey, Lan Shan-jun didn’t stop to rest with Cang Wu, pressing on in one go until they reached the Li Realm. The Li Realm is inherently fire-attributed. Even cultivators feel the intense heat, and upon entering, cultivators could be seen everywhere utilizing spiritual energy to resist the scorching temperature.

Lan Shan-jun didn’t completely block out the heat, moderating it perfectly. It wasn’t too hot, but enough to induce a light sweat and remove dampness from the body.

Soon, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her nose and forehead. Lan Shan-jun didn’t mind, but Cang Wu noticed it. Silently, she directed a stream of her spiritual energy toward her Senior Sister.

The sudden coolness could not be ignored. Lan Shan-jun’s peripheral vision caught the sight of a pale green spiritual energy stream subtly clinging to her. As soon as she reacted, it quietly moved away. The youth’s secretive care was very clumsy.

Lan Shan-jun’s eyes softened into a smile. She didn’t say anything, allowing the spiritual energy to guard and care for her vaguely, like a little thief.

Cang Wu was meticulous but always kept quiet and unwilling to speak.

Lan Shan-jun thought she needed to find an opportunity to change this sullen nature of hers, at least so that she could share some things with her Senior Sister.

Soon after entering the Li Realm, Lan Shan-jun spotted Bu Ye Cheng (Sleepless City). From a high vantage point, Bu Ye Cheng resembled a Vermilion Bird phoenix rising from fire, soaring with spread wings. Its tail feathers were gorgeous and flowing, as if it were patiently waiting for the moment to be reborn from fire and pierce the sky.

The Vermilion Bird Hall was located right at the heart of this giant divine bird, shining like a brilliant pearl, illuminating the entire Bu Ye Cheng. Consequently, Bu Ye Cheng has no distinction between day and night; in fact, the city appears even more dazzling under the night sky.

A barrier prevented any flight by sword within ten miles of Bu Ye Cheng. Lan Shan-jun took Cang Wu to the edge of the barrier.

The cultivators guarding the barrier were wearing bright yellow uniforms, resembling the disciples of Fu Yu Island (Floating Jade Island), but their outer jackets had an additional Red Feather insignia on the shoulder. This suggested a connection to the Vermilion Bird Hall. After all, Fu Yu Island is not only the largest immortal sect in the Four Seas and Eight Realms but also has frequent dealings with the Vermilion Bird Hall.

Lan Shan-jun looked at the two neat rows of formation cultivators guarding the barrier and couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. Truly worthy of a powerful establishment—Bu Xian Xian only had two Sound Cultivators guarding its city gate. In comparison, the Ting Xue Lou looked quite humble.

Many cultivators attending the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast were gathered by the barrier, representing various immortal sects. Lan Shan-jun was not in a hurry and slowly lined up with Cang Wu.

Fortunately, everyone maintained a good distance, so there was no crowding; there was enough space between each sect to build a separate house.

However, several sects were lining up properly when a group of people arrived and went straight toward the barrier.

“Are those people from the Black Tortoise Hall?”

“Is the person carrying the qin the Fu Xi Qin? Didn’t they say the Fu Xi Qin was obtained by the Black Tortoise Hall?”

“How could it be the Fu Xi Qin? A divine artifact wouldn’t be paraded around instead of being safely kept. Not even the Black Tortoise Hall Master would dare, let alone this person, who is so young. How could the Fu Xi Qin be on her?”

The quiet discussions behind her reached Lan Shan-jun’s ears. She looked up. The woman in the center of the group had her face covered by a light veil, concealing her appearance, revealing only a pair of exceptionally calm eyes. She was dressed in plain robes, entirely devoid of other color, and even the cloth covering the qin on her back was pure white.

The people around her were speaking with the barrier guards, while she remained silent throughout.

Stillness. This was Lan Shan-jun’s first impression of the woman, and the only word that came to mind when observing her.

Just as Lan Shan-jun was about to shift her gaze, the silently waiting woman suddenly looked over in her direction, her long, beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Ye Sheng finished negotiating with the Fu Yu Island cultivator, and the barrier opened for them.

“Little Hall Master?”

Zhao Chen parted her thin lips, her voice light and weak: “Which immortal sect is that one?”

Ye Sheng had been following Zhao Chen since childhood to act as her eyes. She looked up, her sight fixed on the two figures in white and gold in the distance.

“Little Hall Master, they are from the Yang Valley.”

“Yang Valley,” Zhao Chen murmured, then turned her body forward: “Let’s go.”

Ye Sheng didn’t ask anything but looked at the two Senior Sisters once more, committing their appearance to memory.

After the people from the Black Tortoise Hall left, the queue continued.

Due to the glance from the Black Tortoise Hall, the formation cultivators guarding the barrier also noticed their side. Soon, two people approached to inquire: “Are you two disciples of the Eastern Lord?”

Lan Shan-jun thought, Master told us not to mention our identity outside, but she herself isn’t exactly hiding it.

“Yes.”

Lan Shan-jun admitted it openly, handing over her jade token for them to confirm.

After confirming their identities, Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu no longer needed to queue and were led by the two formation cultivators to ‘cut in’ at the front.

Before stepping through the barrier, Lan Shan-jun heard several sounds of dissatisfaction and envy from behind her.

It’s good to have status and background.

Lan Shan-jun smiled, missing the fact that as the barrier closed, another sword cultivator wearing the white and gold sun-and-cloud pattern arrived at the back of the line.

“Surname Xie! What is wrong with you?” Ming Yu struggled to pull her wrist free from the woman’s grip.

Xie Qing-shuang didn’t look away: “I know you have a way to get in, but rather than hiding and shrinking away with those sea demons, why not enter openly with me?”

Ming Yu paused, somewhat in disbelief: “You want to bring me into Bu Ye Cheng?”

Xie Qing-shuang: “Mm.”

Ming Yu stopped struggling. She curiously scrutinized the cold-faced woman before her and asked: “Do you know who I am? Do you know what I’m going to Bu Ye Cheng to do, yet you bring me in? Aren’t you afraid the Vermilion Bird Hall people will track you down if something happens?”

Xie Qing-shuang pursed her lips and looked down at her: “You have your own things to do. Even if you want to disrupt Bu Ye Cheng and ruin the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast, I won’t stop you.”

Ming Yu narrowed her eyes. How does this woman know her?

“You don’t actually like me, do you?” Ming Yu said dangerously, her fingertips touching Xie Qing-shuang’s wrist like a poisoned blade.

“If you like me, then join me?”

Disrupting Bu Ye Cheng and ruining the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast.

Xie Qing-shuang avoided her gaze.

Ming Yu let out a cold snort. She hadn’t really expected the woman to agree anyway. After all, she was Xie You’s disciple, the Yang Valley Master, and was considered pure. Staying with her was like a white lotus flower falling into the dust.

“Let go, you’re hurting me.”

Hearing this, Xie Qing-shuang actually loosened her grip slightly. Unexpectedly, the woman slipped away like a fish, running off without hesitation.

Xie Qing-shuang rubbed her fingertips. The warmth of the other person’s body still lingered there.

She didn’t chase after her because the other person would definitely enter Bu Ye Cheng. They would meet again eventually.

Stepping through the barrier, there was still some distance to Bu Ye Cheng. As Lan Shan-jun walked, she sent messages to the Eastern Lord and the Valley Master confirming their safety. After thinking it over, she also sent a message to Xie Qing-shuang asking where she was.

After all, the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast was the first major plot point in the original novel where the two female leads first met. She needed to pay close attention to the protagonists’ movements.

After sending the message, Lan Shan-jun naturally took Cang Wu’s hand. The little sword cultivator’s fingers and palm had developed a thin layer of calluses, worn in by practicing the sword for the past month.

Lan Shan-jun felt it a couple more times, thinking that when they reached Bu Ye Cheng, she should look for some kind of hand-care medicine.

The child works hard practicing the sword. As her Senior Sister, I need to show more care.

Cang Wu beside her struggled to control her increasingly erratic breathing, her pupils undergoing subtle changes.

She couldn’t stand the heat; this place made her very uncomfortable. The scales between her fingers kept emerging and receding slightly. She had wanted to hide them, but her Senior Sister seemed to enjoy touching her scales so much that Cang Wu, whose face was flushed and ears were hot, stopped moving.

The newly grown scales between her fingers were thin and soft, adhering to her skin in a thin layer. The woman’s fingertips brushed back and forth, back and forth.

Cang Wu felt somewhat dizzy and wanted to revert to her original form and coil herself up.

Just as she was in a confused haze, the hand that was brushing back and forth suddenly withdrew.

The cool breeze on her palm brought Cang Wu back to her senses. She glanced at her Senior Sister from the corner of her eye.

She saw her Senior Sister looking at Xie Qing-shuang’s message, her expression gentle and expectant.

Cang Wu: “……”