Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 19

“Oh dear—”

Before she could read Xie Qing-shuang’s message, a soft exclamation suddenly sounded in her ear—a light sound quickly suppressed.

Lan Shan-jun put down the jade token and glanced sideways. Unknowingly, Cang Wu had fallen one step behind her, and the sound had come from Cang Wu.

“What is it, Junior Sister?”

Cang Wu’s eyes darted around, and she unconsciously hid her left leg behind her: “It’s nothing.”

Lan Shan-jun walked over to her side and immediately spotted two inconspicuous dots of blood on the side of the youth’s calf, looking like a bite from something with fangs.

“It’s nothing?”

Lan Shan-jun led Cang Wu to sit beneath a tree, then half-knelt and carefully rolled up the youth’s pant leg. Sure enough, she saw two purplish-black puncture marks on the fair calf. The blood vessels around the puncture marks were clearly visible and had already begun to change color.

It’s venomous.

Lan Shan-jun joined two fingers and channeled spiritual energy to draw out the poisonous blood. As the gentle spiritual energy covered the wound, Cang Wu watched her without blinking.

“Does it hurt?” Lan Shan-jun asked while tending to the wound.

After a long silence without a reply, Lan Shan-jun lifted her eyes. Their gazes met, and Cang Wu, feeling guilty, quickly shifted her eyes away.

“It… it doesn’t hurt.”

Since she didn’t see what had bitten Cang Wu, Lan Shan-jun was a little uneasy, so she fed Cang Wu one of the Hundred Poisons Antidotes she carried.

Warm fingertips pressed against the cool lips. Cang Wu obediently opened her mouth and extended the tip of her tongue to curl the small pill inward.

“Cang Wu.”

Lan Shan-jun moved her hand to stroke Cang Wu’s face, her voice soft and gentle: “I am your Senior Sister. You can tell me anything, whether you are happy or unhappy. You don’t need to hide it.”

Cang Wu clenched her hands tightly, desperately suppressing the changes in her pupils. In the reflection of those warm brown eyes, she saw her own lapse in composure.

She quickly lowered her eyelashes and whispered a low ‘Mm.’

A habitual action: when Lan Shan-jun praised Cang Wu with ‘So well-behaved,’ her fingertip brushed past the girl’s soft earlobe and gently pinched it.

Both froze simultaneously. Lan Shan-jun pursed her lips, a flicker of embarrassment quickly crossing her eyes. She did indeed enjoy subtle physical contact with beautiful girls, but the person in front of her was Cang Wu, her Junior Sister, and the villain from the original book. Unsuitable, unsuitable.

Lan Shan-jun stood up, suppressing the awkwardness in her heart, and extended her hand toward Cang Wu.

Can’t flirt casually. Holding hands is fine, though.

“Can you still walk?”

Cang Wu felt a little weak in the legs. It was just a small pinch of the earlobe, but the woman’s fingernail had gently scraped the thin, hidden scales behind her ear, inevitably stirring some arousal in her.

Taking several deep breaths, Cang Wu was about to get up when the woman in front of her squatted down.

Lan Shan-jun tilted her head: “Get on. No need to force yourself.”

Cang Wu quickly said: “Senior Sister doesn’t need to do this!”

How could she let her Senior Sister carry her?

Saying this, she got up nimbly, her injured left leg supporting her entire body with surprising strength.

As the youth rose, Lan Shan-jun’s gaze moved upward. After watching for a while, she quietly said: “The Valley Master’s medicine is really good.”

Cang Wu nodded in agreement, bending over to straighten her pant leg.

“Then let’s keep going.”

Lan Shan-jun took Cang Wu’s hand. A cold, clear female voice came from behind them—

“Lan Shan.”

Lan Shan-jun turned around, a smile spreading across her face: “Senior Sister Xie.”

She hadn’t had time to read the Female Lead’s reply to her message, yet here they met.

Xie Qing-shuang walked up to the two. After her gaze swept over Cang Wu, it met Lan Shan’s eyes: “Why stop here?”

Lan Shan-jun answered honestly: “Cang Wu was bitten by some venomous creature, so I treated the wound.”

“I see,” Xie Qing-shuang lowered her eyes to look at the scattered bloodstains on Cang Wu’s pant leg, naturally seeing the two spots where the bloodstains were distinctly darker.

“The Yang Valley’s sun-and-cloud patterned robes are all made of Golden Silkworm Silk, as smooth as water and as tough as iron. What kind of venomous creature is so powerful? I don’t see any tears in the robe,” Xie Qing-shuang looked at the young face, her tone cold and tinged with suspicion.

“There are many demons within the Eight Realms; not every kind is recorded,” Cang Wu reached out to brush the fabric of her clothes, and the bloodstains slowly faded away.

Xie Qing-shuang narrowed her eyes, a cold smile pulling at her lips: “Are you saying my knowledge is limited?”

Tit for tat. Lan Shan-jun’s heart jumped, sensing something was wrong.

The atmosphere gradually froze. Lan Shan-jun stepped in front of Cang Wu, smiling brightly at Xie Qing-shuang: “Senior Sister Xie, you misunderstand. Cang Wu didn’t mean that.”

“The Valley Master entrusted me with a task; I’ll be going ahead.”

Xie Qing-shuang looked at Lan Shan-jun with a complex, cold expression and walked away first.

After she left, Lan Shan-jun sighed deeply. She was starting to doubt things.

“Was Senior Sister Xie truly Cang Wu’s White Moonlight in the original novel?”

The Book Spirit heard her question and slowly replied: “Yes, didn’t you read it?”

Because she had read it and knew how the two interacted in the original novel, she was puzzled. Although Xie Qing-shuang cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness and showed no strong emotions toward people or events, the few instances of special gentle emotion she displayed, besides for her official partner Ming Yu, were almost entirely directed toward Cang Wu.

Even if Lan Shan-jun had been kind and caring toward Cang Wu this time, thus replacing Xie Qing-shuang’s role and leading to less contact between the two, their meeting shouldn’t have been so confrontational, with an atmosphere that felt like a fight could break out after two sentences.

Lan Shan-jun instinctively felt that something had changed.

“She left. Is Senior Sister unhappy?” Cang Wu suddenly asked.

Lan Shan-jun said ‘Ah,’ realizing she was talking about Xie Qing-shuang.

Walking slowly while holding her hand, Lan Shan-jun said softly: “Junior Sister can call her Senior Sister Xie along with me.”

After all, she is the protagonist. You can offend anyone but the protagonist.

Cang Wu’s voice was muffled: “I only have one Senior Sister.”

Not everyone can become my Senior Sister.

The latter sentence Cang Wu did not say out loud.

Lan Shan-jun looked at the stubborn youth and, considering her age, couldn’t help but think of the rebellious stage.

Cang Wu’s age was indeed…

Wait, a little over a month ago, Cang Wu was a small child. Later, she broke through her realm and suddenly grew significantly taller, but she wasn’t originally this size.

“Junior Sister, how old are you?”

Lan Shan-jun asked.

Cang Wu had already prepared an answer for this question. She said she was seventeen, that she had been trapped in a magical formation where her body maintained the appearance of a child, and only regained her original appearance after being rescued by the Eastern Lord and breaking through her realm.

Lan Shan-jun was used to sudden size changes, having experienced them herself, after all, this was the cultivation world—nothing strange.

“How old is Senior Sister?”

Lan Shan-jun covered Cang Wu’s mouth with her hand: “Don’t ask.”

Although she knew that being one or two hundred years old was considered young in the cultivation world, standing next to a beautiful seventeen-year-old youth, if she said she was 123, she would instantly age more than a little.

While covering her mouth, Lan Shan-jun couldn’t control her hand and gently stroked Cang Wu’s soft, supple cheek, mumbling: “Seventeen, huh.”

Cang Wu was circled in her Senior Sister’s embrace, inhaling the scent of pure fragrance, her heart beating faster and faster.

She was actually not seventeen.

In that place of captivity, she didn’t know how time passed or the alternation of day and night. There was only a pool of cold water—icy, suffocating, restraining her demonic instincts and inhibiting her growth.

She said she was seventeen, but she was thinking of her Senior Sister.

Senior Sister likes obedient and well-behaved Junior Sisters, so she will be the way Senior Sister likes.