Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 2

The wind howled, and Lan Shan Jun cautiously looked around. Countless wind blades encircled her body, so tightly packed that not even a tiny flying insect could get through.

The Book Spirit silently commented, “You don’t need to be so nervous; she currently poses no threat to you.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Lan Shan Jun dared not lower her guard. This was a cultivation world; a moment of carelessness could cost one’s life. She had personally witnessed someone crush another’s soul with a mere raised hand.

Fortunately, this place was not a windless area. As long as there was wind, Lan Shan Jun felt somewhat reassured. Being a modern person, her habits of thought were already established. She couldn’t understand those esoteric heart formulas or cultivation techniques at all, and naturally, weapons were also beyond her reach.

Previously, when practicing the sword with Senior Sister Xie, Lan Shan Jun couldn’t even hold a sword steady and was sharply criticized by Dong Jun for practicing the “Fear-of-Death Sword Style.”

Lan Shan Jun wisely gave up directly and chose the omnipresent wind as her Golden Finger (cheat/advantage). Others commanded swords; she would command the wind—it was all the same.

“Cang, Wu,” Lan Shan Jun quietly whispered the villain’s name. She had lived in this world for one hundred and twenty-three years without a single day not thinking of this person. These two names were practically carved into her heart. This was the person who would kill her in the future!

“Cang, Wu.”

One hundred meters below, in the deep water, a pair of vertical pupils suddenly snapped open.

Lan Shan Jun’s eyebrows furrowed. A gentle breeze, controlled by her, swept the surroundings, not sparing even a single leaf. Yet, in this area, aside from herself and a patch of waterweeds and trees, not a single living thing was visible. This place had pure spiritual energy; it shouldn’t lack living beings. Something was wrong.

Sensing the abnormality, Lan Shan Jun prepared to fly away with the wind, but it was a pity to miss such a perfect opportunity to kill the villain. If Dong Jun brought the person back to Yanggu (Sunny Valley), it would be difficult to strike.

Lan Shan Jun’s gaze fell upon the Cold Spring beneath the waterfall.

The Cold Spring was an azure color, like glazed glass, with a thin layer of mist swirling on its surface—a faint cold fog that obscured whatever lay beneath the water.

“It’s here.”

“Are you going into the water?” the Book Spirit warned. “There is no wind underwater.”

Lan Shan Jun curled her lips. She tapped the air with her index finger, slowly drawing circles. The water vapor in the air condensed into a water line that obediently circled her fingertip.

“Did you forget? Besides commanding the wind, I also possess the Innate Water Spiritual Root.”

Whether it was the favor of the Heavenly Dao or the innate talent of this body, she possessed the rare Innate Single Spiritual Root.

In this world, Spiritual Roots were divided into Acquired and Innate: Acquired Spiritual Roots were not apparent at birth but manifested as one grew older, corresponding to the Five Elements of the Eight Realms. Acquired Roots corresponded to Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth. Innate Spiritual Roots were the talents displayed the moment a cultivator was born, and besides the Five Elements, Innate Roots also included Lightning, Ice, and Wind.

The more Spiritual Roots a person had, the more resources they required. Many great Immortal Sects dared not boast that they could easily cultivate disciples with multiple roots. Therefore, in terms of root quality, the Single Spiritual Root was the best, followed by the Dual Spiritual Root, and more roots were simply trouble.

Lan Shan Jun was originally a Single Spiritual Root, but her Golden Finger granted her the power of wind command. To outsiders, she appeared to have the Innate Wind and Water Dual Spiritual Roots. Although she had dual roots, both were Innate, so her talent was still considered top-tier.

As Lan Shan Jun’s fingertips spun, the calm Cold Spring suddenly erupted. The spiraling wind lifted the icy spring water higher than the waterfall above.

Through the misty water vapor, Lan Shan Jun moved closer to the Cold Spring. She held a wind blade in her hand, ready to confront the villain at any moment.

Unexpectedly, she couldn’t see the bottom of the spring. Despite her having swept up a massive amount of water, the water level remained even with the shore.

Lan Shan Jun quietly intensified the wind power. The water in the Cold Spring swirled upwards like a giant dragon drinking water, but the surface did not drop even a fraction, nor did any ripples form. It was unusually placid. The more abnormal it seemed, the more certain Lan Shan Jun became that something was beneath the spring!

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate: Lan Shan Jun was determined to drain the spring, while the Cold Spring remained unmoving, like a bottomless pit.

Lan Shan Jun controlled the lifted water to align with the waterfall, preventing the commotion from becoming too great and attracting unwanted attention. She did not wish to become famous in this world yet.

The water lifted by the wind spread out in mid-air to form a false lake surface, wide enough to envelop the entire area. Sunlight reflecting off the shimmering water unexpectedly confused cultivators searching for treasures above the waterfall.

“There’s such a large lake in this Secret Realm.”

“Forget the lake; the Sect Master’s telepathic message said the Divine Artifact has appeared, telling us to hurry over.”

“There really is a Divine Artifact!?”

“It’s said to be the Eastern Emperor Bell!”

A few snippets of conversation traveled through the water surface to Lan Shan Jun’s ears, momentarily distracting her. However, in that instant of distraction, the Cold Spring, silent for a long time, suddenly began to boil. Large bubbles rose continuously from the water, and the water from the bottom surged outward, instantly submerging Lan Shan Jun up to her mid-calf.

The water rose quickly. Suddenly, Lan Shan Jun’s vision blurred; something smooth yet hard entangled her lower leg and yanked her violently toward the Cold Spring!

Lan Shan Jun’s expression darkened. She instantly activated her spiritual power; wind blades shot into the water like countless silver needles, stirring up splashing water, but no blood appeared. Seeing herself getting closer to the center of the Cold Spring, Lan Shan Jun disregarded everything else and deliberately plunged underwater, following the force.

Without the support of wind power, the water that had been suspended in the air instantly crashed down with a loud splash, its overturned white foam resembling a summer white lotus.

Submerged, Lan Shan Jun finally saw clearly what was pulling her: it was a snake tail as thick as an adult’s waist!

Lan Shan Jun detested such cold, slimy, hairless creatures. The moment she saw the snake tail, she almost choked to death in the water from sheer disgust.

Suppressing her physiological revulsion, she gripped a Water Blade in her hand and fiercely and quickly hacked at the snake tail wrapped around her.

The Water Blade scraped against the scales, producing a dull sound underwater. Lan Shan Jun’s wrist went numb from the shock, yet the snake was completely unharmed; the Water Blade hadn’t left even a scratch. Lan Shan Jun couldn’t help but curse inwardly: the opponent’s offensive power was unknown, but their defense was top-tier!

Although this Water Blade was not comparable to a real sword, it was formed from her spiritual power and could at least contend with some high-grade weapons. Yet now, it was like a rusty vegetable chopper!

Before even meeting the villain, she was entangled by this disgusting thing, and Lan Shan Jun could not accept it. In the midst of her struggle, the flexible snake tail moved along Lan Shan Jun’s leg, wrapped around her waist, and even restrained both of her arms!

Lan Shan Jun’s sight swept across the Cold Spring bank, and the snake tail directly dragged her down! Lan Shan Jun truly wanted to see what was at the bottom of the Cold Spring, but she didn’t want to be dragged in so helplessly while restrained.

Her breath-holding technique was reaching its limit; fine blood vessels surfaced in her eyes. Lan Shan Jun forced herself to hold on; she had to wait for the snake tail to stop moving.

She had learned an extreme self-destructive technique—a cultivator concentrates all their spiritual power into their Golden Core and detonates it in an instant. But the Valley Master and Dong Jun forbade disciples in Yanggu from learning such things. Lan Shan Jun, however, thought it was very useful. When she secretly studied it, she thought: in a life-or-death situation, she didn’t want to wait for others to avenge her; if she had a grievance, she would settle it on the spot! Just like now—she only wanted to blast this disgusting thing into eight pieces! Dying here passively or being eaten was worse than taking one enemy down with her upon death.

Lan Shan Jun acted without hesitation; the moment she decided to self-detonate, she began gathering spiritual power. Since she had a Water Spiritual Root and was currently immersed in water, Lan Shan Jun easily gathered spiritual power ten times greater than her own capacity!

Blood qi surged in her throat. The Golden Core could no longer withstand such immense, surging spiritual power; its smooth surface was covered in dense, fine cracks. Lan Shan Jun was in so much pain that she let go of the Water Blade she had been tightly gripping. The Water Blade, detached from its master’s control, dissolved into a stream of spiritual power flowing toward Lan Shan Jun’s abdomen.

The space beneath the Cold Spring was vast and bottomless. Just as Lan Shan Jun was about to lose control, the snake tail finally stopped!

Lan Shan Jun abruptly opened her eyes. The lingering hatred in her eyes was replaced by stunned silence and a brief flash of awe.

What she saw was not the repulsive, triangular snake head, but a woman with dark hair and scarlet lips, her eyelashes slightly downturned as if feigning sleep. Her long, dark tresses swayed gently with the water currents, concealing her unclothed body. Even if the woman before her was incredibly beautiful, upon seeing the snake tail beneath the woman, all appreciation and praise vanished. A snake beauty was still a snake!

The snake beauty’s eyelids fluttered as if about to open. Lan Shan Jun’s mind instantly moved to self-detonate, fearing that being slow would mean failing to kill the long serpent.

Unfortunately, she was still too slow. Lan Shan Jun was tightly encircled. Her Golden Core, on the verge of shattering, was enveloped by a gentle surge of spiritual power. All the previously gathered spiritual power dispersed, and even Lan Shan Jun’s own spiritual power was expelled.

The snake tail moved, presenting Lan Shan Jun to the beauty. The woman and the snake were pressed close together. Lan Shan Jun couldn’t help but wonder if the snake would stick out its tongue to lick her if it opened its eyes; it would be better to just die.

As Lan Shan Jun waited anxiously, the snake beauty opened her eyes. Her azure vertical pupils were eerily enchanting, seemingly able to see through everything, though they were now tinged with an unusual light, pale red.

The distance was too close. Lan Shan Jun saw the intense pain the snake beauty was suppressing, and on her forehead, near her eye, a thin layer of pale blue scales had appeared.

A scalding breath fell upon Lan Shan Jun’s neck. The faint contact gave Lan Shan Jun goosebumps.

The snake beauty affectionately rubbed her face and neck with the tip of her nose and lips. The beauty’s breath was hot, and even the snake tail coiling around Lan Shan Jun was burning. At this moment, even a blockhead could guess what was happening.

This snake was in heat!

Lan Shan Jun’s expression turned extremely grim. Was this snake planning to use her as a Cauldron (a vessel for cultivation/sexual energy)? Snakes are naturally lustful; wouldn’t she be finished?

The collar suddenly loosened. A piercing, agonizing pain shot from above Lan Shan Jun’s collarbone. The surrounding water was stained a deeper color, and Lan Shan Jun felt something entering her body through the broken skin. Even submerged in the icy depths, Lan Shan Jun broke out in a cold sweat.

It hurt too much—so much that she wished for immediate death. The pain in that spot radiated through her entire body’s bones, flesh, and even made her soul tremble!

In a place Lan Shan Jun couldn’t see, two finger-joint-sized horns slowly sprouted from the snake beauty’s forehead.

The snake tail wrapping her became cold, but Lan Shan Jun felt a fire burning through her entire body. Though semi-conscious, she still remembered the need to escape the snake tail’s restraint. The tail was no longer wrapped as tightly. Lan Shan Jun gathered spiritual power from the surrounding water and stored it in her Golden Core.

The moment the snake tail loosened its grip, Lan Shan Jun seized the opportunity and instantly used her spiritual power to escape. She remembered the snake tail had dragged her downwards, so swimming upwards would surely lead her to the mouth of the Cold Spring.

The instant she broke the water’s surface, Lan Shan Jun heard a familiar voice:

“Lan Shan!”