Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 20

The entrance to Bu Ye Cheng (Sleepless City) is located at the three longest tail feathers of the Vermilion Bird. Thousands of tightly connected formations form three indestructible magical gates. Even a Tai Xu Realm cultivator would find it difficult to force their way in.

Lan Shan-jun led Cang Wu along the middle, longest tail feather. From afar, she saw two people standing by the gate, one in red and one in yellow. The yellow-clad figure seemed to be from Fu Yu Island (Floating Jade Island).

As they approached, Lan Shan-jun realized the special status of these two. Unlike Liu Yu-an, who shamelessly flaunted his wealth while staying at Yang Valley, these two weren’t deliberately showing off. Their school uniforms were made of the same material as other disciples, but the difference was that their robes were covered with dozens of finely crafted, large and small formations.

It is common for cultivators with some ability to place a few formations on their weapons, but it is rare to see such a generous investment in formations on a robe.

Lan Shan-jun secretly guessed their identities. The one in the Fu Yu Island uniform should be the Young Master, Song Qing-cheng. The original book mentioned this person’s arrogant nature several times, a natural Five Spiritual Root holder with extraordinary talent in formations. She climbed the Tian Ji List at the age of fourteen, a standout among the younger generation.

When reading the book, Lan Shan-jun couldn’t feel the gap between the different Spiritual Roots and thought the Five Spiritual Root wasn’t a big deal. But after transmigrating and learning more, she realized how terrifying it was for Song Qing-cheng to rank on the Tian Ji List with Five Spiritual Roots. She also lamented that Fu Yu Island was truly worthy of being the number one immortal sect in the Four Seas and Eight Realms; the heavenly treasures and resources needed to nurture one Five Spiritual Root were enough for ten Liu families to start from scratch.

She was genuinely noble, and genuinely arrogant. Song Qing-cheng never glanced at them once from beginning to end.

“You two must be the Eastern Lord’s disciples. I’m Ling Guang, and she is Song Qing-cheng of Fu Yu Island.”

Lan Shan-jun’s gaze shifted to the red-robed, red-haired girl beside Song Qing-cheng. Meeting those flame-like, passionate ruby eyes, Lan Shan-jun immediately knew her identity.

The Young Hall Master of the Vermilion Bird Hall, a four-tailed Vermilion Bird of pure bloodline, who grew up with Fu Yu Island’s Young Master Song Qing-cheng—a childhood sweethearts pairing.

When reading the book before, Lan Shan-jun had briefly ‘shipped’ them, but unfortunately, the original book contained too little information about them, so her impression of them wasn’t very deep.

Seemingly displeased that the Young Hall Master’s words went unanswered, Song Qing-cheng finally moved her eyes, looking over with visible displeasure.

Cang Wu, standing beside Lan Shan-jun, instantly felt the hostile gaze. She slightly narrowed her eyes and met it.

Their eyes met. The Fu Yu Island Young Master was somewhat surprised.

It was the first time Song Qing-cheng had seen the same arrogance, and an equal one, in another person’s eyes.

What is she so arrogant about? Just because she’s the Eastern Lord’s disciple?

Song Qing-cheng snorted inwardly, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Lan Shan-jun, on the side, regained her senses and quickly apologized for her lapse, then introduced herself and Cang Wu to the two.

Ling Guang smiled it off, not caring about the moment of distraction. As she led them into Bu Ye Cheng, she said: “The Eastern Lord arrived the day before and mentioned her two disciples would also come to Bu Ye Cheng. My mother ordered me to wait at the city gate. I’ll take you two around and show you the sights in a moment.”

Lan Shan-jun smiled and nodded: “Then we trouble Young Hall Master.”

“No trouble at all, no trouble.”

Ling Guang waved her hand. As she walked, her robe tails fluttered, causing the Vermilion Bird feathers on her robe to drift. This reminded Lan Shan-jun of the Vermilion Bird rising from fire she had seen from above.

She had now met the Young Hall Masters of the Black Tortoise and Vermilion Bird Halls. Only the White Tiger and Azure Dragon remained. She should be able to see all of them at this Vermilion Bird Grand Feast.

This Young Hall Master was very dutiful, continuously introducing Bu Ye Cheng. When passing by some shops, she would conveniently buy a few items and put them into her storage ring. Although it was always the Young Hall Master pointing, and the Young Master following her who paid the bill.

After visiting a few places along a single route, a bird cry suddenly echoed through Bu Ye Cheng. It wasn’t harsh but carried to every corner of the city.

Lan Shan-jun saw the Vermilion Bird Hall Young Hall Master’s eyes light up.

“Lan Shan, I’ll take you around the rest tonight. Let’s go grab something to eat and catch a good show first.”

Ling Guang looked excited, directly grabbing Lan Shan-jun’s wrist and pulling her into a run.

In an instant, two pairs of eyes simultaneously glared at that hand.

Left alone were Song Qing-cheng and Cang Wu. Song Qing-cheng moved her lips and spoke her first sentence: “Eastern Lord said you have great talent in swordsmanship.”

Before the sentence ended, Cang Wu was gone, chasing after her Senior Sister.

Song Qing-cheng: “……”

Ling Guang led Lan Shan-jun to a restaurant, which was much taller than the surrounding shops. The sign bore a special Vermilion Bird symbol, suggesting this restaurant belonged to the Young Hall Master’s family.

The first four floors of the restaurant were empty. Only above the fifth floor did Lan Shan-jun see cultivators at the windows of every room. Without exception, these cultivators were all looking outside. Perhaps due to the restaurant’s design style, the windows of each room were incredibly large, nearly spanning an entire wall.

“What are they looking at?” Lan Shan-jun asked curiously.

Ling Guang smiled mysteriously: “You’ll find out later.”

Lan Shan-jun didn’t ask further. She wanted to turn and see where Cang Wu was. Just as her eyes caught a glimpse of a robe corner, she heard Ling Guang say: “Don’t worry, Qing-cheng will bring your Junior Sister over.”

Saying this, Ling Guang casually glanced behind her and saw Cang Wu just one step away from them.

“Huh???”

This clearly surprised the Young Hall Master.

Cang Wu looked at her Senior Sister and explained: “She was too slow, so I came ahead.”

Lan Shan-jun smiled at her, a silent compliment and approval from a Senior Sister to a Junior Sister.

Song Qing-cheng then arrived, her face slightly dark. Ling Guang chuckled, teasing her: “Qing-cheng, you’re slipping!”

Song Qing-cheng secretly gritted her teeth, walking directly between Lan Shan-jun and Ling Guang, separating Ling Guang’s hand from Lan Shan-jun’s.

“Still laughing? Your good spot is gone.”

Ling Guang’s smile vanished instantly: “What!?”

A flash of red passed by. Lan Shan-jun saw Ling Guang dash straight up to the top floor of the restaurant.

To dare to fight the Vermilion Bird Hall’s Young Hall Master for a spot in Bu Ye Cheng—that person must be ruthless. Lan Shan-jun sighed inwardly, pulling Cang Wu’s hand and following suit.

She didn’t hear any arguments, but instead saw an unexpected person.

“Oh, it’s you. You can’t even see, so why are you fighting me for such a good spot?” Ling Guang sat down right next to that person, resting her chin on her hand and negotiating: “I brought guests from the Vermilion Bird Hall today. Just move over, okay?”

Zhao Chen turned her head to ‘look’ toward the door, sensing the familiar aura.

“The guests you brought are from the Yang Valley?”

Ling Guang nodded: “Yeah, the Eastern Lord’s disciples.”

Zhao Chen pursed her lips, her fingers resting correctly on her knees lightly tapping.

“No.”

Ling Guang was about to speak when she heard the woman say: “But we can share.”

“Share?” Ling Guang thought for a moment: “That works too, but don’t complain that we’re noisy.”

Having said that, Ling Guang waved to the people outside the door: “Hurry up and come in.”

“This is Zhao Chen, the Young Hall Master of the Black Tortoise Hall. She’s paying today,” Ling Guang smiled slyly, only then asking: “That’s what you meant, right?”

Zhao Chen remained silent, then slowly nodded, as if accustomed to it.

Lan Shan-jun’s gaze fell upon Zhao Chen’s uncovered eyes. They were a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, long and tilted up at the corners, but the pupils, which should have been vibrant, were dull and lifeless.

Fearing she would be staring for too long and offend the other party, Lan Shan-jun quickly glanced away, turning her attention to the window. In the distance was a platform where cultivators were competing.

So that’s what they were watching? Lan Shan-jun understood.

Three tables were set by the window. Zhao Chen sat alone at the innermost one, Ling Guang and Song Qing-cheng sat at the middle one, and Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu sat at the one closest to the door.

Soon, the restaurant server brought some clear wine and food.

“Lan Shan, Cang Wu, you can eat something first. It will be a while before the match below gets exciting,” Ling Guang was quite experienced and already began to eat and drink.

After a few bites, Song Qing-cheng pressed down on the hand that was about to pour wine and nudged her chin: “Aren’t you going to tell your guests what’s going on?”

Ling Guang realized her oversight, patted the crumbs off her hands, and then explained to the two beside her: “This is a tradition of Bu Ye Cheng. That thing below is the Sheng Si Yi Jie (Life and Death Boundary). It’s essentially an arena for Sheng Si Realm cultivators to compete. It determines both winner and loser, but also life and death. The last one standing at You Shi (5-7 PM) each day is the winner.”

“The Sheng Si Yi Jie opens once every three years and lasts for ten days. On the tenth day, the final match yields only one victor, and that person can obtain a Nirvana Feather. Today is the last day of this iteration.”

Ling Guang added proudly: “I was the last one to win last time, you know.”

Lan Shan-jun cleverly clapped for her, complimenting her skill.

“Lan Shan, you are so nice.” Ling Guang pouted, still holding a grudge: “Unlike somebody, who kept scolding me for so long even after I won.”

Lan Shan-jun smiled, thinking, She was worried about you, Young Hall Master. She hadn’t expected to be able to ship a pairing that failed to materialize in the book right in front of the actual characters.

“Lan Shan and Cang Wu seem to be in the Sheng Si Realm. Would you like to try?” Song Qing-cheng suddenly asked.

Ling Guang looked unconvinced: “Isn’t that inappropriate? Lan Shan and Cang Wu are guests.”

Song Qing-cheng slightly raised an eyebrow: “There are guests of the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast down there, too. What’s the difference? It’s sparring. If you can’t win, you can concede. No lives will be harmed.”

Indeed, those who verbally conceded on the Sheng Si Yi Jie could leave the arena and save their lives.

But to concede—for the Eastern Lord’s disciples to concede and step down from the Sheng Si Yi Jie—that would be a joke.

Ling Guang could only look at Lan Shan-jun and Cang Wu, leaving the choice up to them.

Lan Shan-jun had already dropped the smile from her face. This was something she hadn’t anticipated. She even sensed that Song Qing-cheng’s words weren’t meant for her to go up, but for Cang Wu. Her goal was to get Cang Wu onto the stage.

The original book didn’t describe the Sheng Si Yi Jie much, only mentioning that the Nirvana Feather was obtained by the female lead Ming Yu. Therefore, the winner of this Sheng Si Yi Jie would be Ming Yu.

Lan Shan-jun’s hand under the table fumbled and held Cang Wu’s.

She spoke with a hint of regret: “I’m afraid I have to disappoint everyone. A few months ago, while out for experience, my Golden Core shattered slightly and has not been fully repaired yet. Two days ago, when passing through Bu Xian Xian, we encountered the Hundred-Eyed Sea Demon. My Junior Sister was injured protecting me, so we will have to miss the Sheng Si Yi Jie this time.”

Cang Wu was a little confused when she heard this. Injured? I’m not injured?

Feeling her Senior Sister gripping her hand tightly, Cang Wu lowered her eyes and listened obediently without saying anything.

Ling Guang’s eyes grew wider as she listened. Shattered Golden Core? Sea Demons in Bu Xian Xian?

Since the shattered Golden Core was too private, Ling Guang couldn’t press further and could only ask about the second matter: “Why did the Hundred-Eyed Scorpion appear in Bu Xian Xian?”

Seeing the topic diverted, Lan Shan-jun inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to answer Ling Guang—

Song Qing-cheng suddenly chuckled.

“Injured?”

“Isn’t there a Pill Cultivator right here?”