Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 21

Ling Guang frowned, also noticing Song Qingcheng’s intention to have Cang Wu ascend the stage. She secretly nudged him with her elbow and transmitted her voice: “What are you up to?”

Song Qingcheng replied via voice transmission: “Don’t concern yourself.”

Through both overt and covert provocation, Cang Wu’s gaze swept past Lord Lanshan and Ling Guang to meet Song Qingcheng’s eyes.

“No need to trouble you,” Cang Wu gripped her sword and stood up. “It’s just a minor injury; I’ve almost fully recovered.”

Lord Lanshan applied a bit of force, trying to pull him back. She had her back to the others and signaled to Cang Wu with her eyes. Giving a couple of words to dismiss it was enough; why does he actually need to go up and fight?

Cang Wu acted as if he hadn’t seen her, curved his eyebrows, and smiled at Lord Lanshan: “After I take this round’s Nirvana Feather, I will gift it to Senior Sister as a birthday present.”

Cang Wu left. Lord Lanshan’s brow was tightly furrowed, showing both worry for Cang Wu and dissatisfaction with Song Qingcheng.

Ling Guang sat beside Lord Lanshan. Seeing her deep concern, she spoke to comfort her: “Although the Life-and-Death Arena is a place where life and death are decided, the Vermilion Bird Grand Feast is approaching. The outstanding disciples from all the Immortal Sects are here. Mother has already instructed several Elders to watch secretly; nothing major will happen.”

Lord Lanshan responded with a soft ‘En,’ but her expression did not ease in the slightest.

Ling Guang said nothing further, turned back, and lightly struck Song Qingcheng once, transmitting a voice message: “What kind of terrible idea was that? If something truly happened to Cang Wu, let’s see if Aunt Song doesn’t beat you.”

Song Qingcheng endured the blow and scoffed via voice transmission: “I just want to see her true strength.”

At this moment, Lord Lanshan was mentally reviewing the situation. In Yang Valley, she had avoided contact between Cang Wu and the female protagonist, Xie Qingshuang, steering Cang Wu away from the path of a villain. Yet, now, just as the first major plot point was arriving, through a twist of fate, Cang Wu was about to face Ming Yu, another female protagonist, and was being pushed to the opposite side of the main characters.

Lord Lanshan pursed her lips.

“Must Cang Wu be the villain in this world?”

Even without a relationship to the main characters, the positioning as the villain forces confrontation with the protagonists.

Lord Lanshan couldn’t help but curse that wretched book again.

“Trash novel.”

“Rumble—”

A loud clap of thunder in broad daylight startled both Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng. Ling Guang silently stroked the Qin (zither/instrument) beside her.

“Is it going to rain?” Ling Guang questioned.

Song Qingcheng pulled at the corner of her mouth in speechlessness: “When have you ever seen it rain in the Sleepless City? Are you questioning the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, or do you not trust the wind and rain formation of my Floating Jade Island?”

Ling Guang leaned onto her shoulder and grumbled: “Just saying, that’s all.”

Lord Lanshan calmly looked up, and the fire in her heart slowly subsided. It was just one curse; was it really necessary to strike me with lightning?

The decisive match for the tenth day would begin only after the winner of the current match was determined, and there were still two shichen (four hours) left until You Shi (7-9 PM). Many people had gathered around the Life-and-Death Arena—some to watch the excitement, others eager to become today’s victor.

“Mu Fu’an! Good-for-nothing!” someone shouted toward the stage.

The Mu Fu’an they mentioned was apparently the Talisman Cultivator on stage. She only knew how to dodge and not attack; the dark purple uniform on her body was slashed in several places by the Saber Cultivator opposite her, making it look tattered. She didn’t seem to have voluntarily gone on stage; rather, she seemed to have been thrown up as a joke for amusement by someone, and that person wouldn’t allow her to surrender and step down.

Mu Fu’an continuously drew talismans, mobilizing the spiritual power of water, fire, and earth, but no matter how fast she was, she would still be seized upon by the opposing Saber Cultivator.

“Mu Fu’an!”

Another angry roar. Mu Fu’an was terrified by that voice; her body instinctively flinched, and the talisman in her hand was drawn incorrectly. A sharp blade light was about to land on her—!

“I surrender!”

The blade edge grazed Mu Fu’an’s face, severing a strand of her hair. Mu Fu’an fell onto the ground on weak legs.

The Saber Cultivator retracted her blade and walked beside Mu Fu’an, pulling her up, and softly asked: “I know you didn’t come up willingly. Is the person whose name is called next going up?”

Mu Fu’an fiercely grabbed the Saber Cultivator’s sleeve, her voice barely audible: “Be careful of her.”

The Saber Cultivator smiled and sent her off stage: “I’ll help you teach her a lesson.”

Mu Fu’an left the Life-and-Death Arena with her head bowed. Many surrounding cultivators cast gazes upon her, but they were soon drawn to the situation on the stage. Mu Fu’an dared not look up; her body trembled uncontrollably. The lower lip she was biting with some sharp teeth broke the skin, drawing blood. I told you to be careful; don’t fight her; just surrender quickly.

Half an incense stick’s time later, the crowd suddenly became agitated, as if the result of that match had already been decided.

Mu Fu’an heard that familiar voice. Even though she had already guessed the outcome, she still wanted to see that Saber Cultivator.

Raising her gaze, she saw Mu Liu standing proudly on the Life-and-Death Arena, and at her feet lay a corpse with a purplish face—it was the Saber Cultivator.

Mu Fu’an’s pupils instantly contracted; the hand at her side dug into her palm. A flash of white caught her peripheral vision; it seemed someone else was about to go on stage. Mu Fu’an was stunned, not understanding why someone would rush to their death.

“Don’t go.”

Cang Wu heard it but did not stop.

High above in a distant tavern, Lord Lanshan and the others also saw Cang Wu ascending the Life-and-Death Arena.

“How did that Saber Cultivator die just now?” Ling Guang was still curious about the previous match.

Song Qingcheng frowned: “Poisoned. That was a disciple from the Thousand Poisons Valley, but how did she administer the poison?”

From beginning to end, they hadn’t seen Mu Liu and the Saber Cultivator have any close contact; they hadn’t even managed to fight, yet the Saber Cultivator became disoriented and died from the poison.

“It was the wind,” Lord Lanshan stretched out her hand, feeling a gust of wind brush past her fingertips. “She has a Wind Spiritual Root.” To deliver poison within the wind, making the opponent unknowingly affected.

“That move is truly insidious,” Ling Guang said, then suddenly realized the next match was Cang Wu against this person. “Then, then, then what about Cang Wu!?”

Song Qingcheng’s expression also grew solemn. She truly wanted to test Cang Wu’s strength, but encountering a master poisoner was genuinely dangerous.

“Zhaochen, do you have any antidote pills on you?” Ling Guang was already thinking about countermeasures.

Zhaochen turned his head to look at the few of them. “None.”

Ling Guang covered her head: “It’s over, it’s over, it’s over—”

However, the moment Cang Wu stepped onto the stage, the Sleepless City suddenly stirred with wind, coming from behind Cang Wu, the force of which was so strong it made the opponent unstable on her feet.

Mu Liu was stunned: “You are also a Wind Spiritual Root?”

Cang Wu felt the gust of wind sweep past her waist, brushing against her cheek, bringing a slight tickle. A smile flickered in her eyes.

“This gust of wind is good!” Ling Guang was about to speak to Lord Lanshan when she suddenly noticed an invisible, formless wind circling around the woman, gently and obediently lifting the strands of her hair and the fabric of her robes.

A bold guess emerged.

Ling Guang asked: “Lan Shan, are you also a Wind Spiritual Root?”

Lord Lanshan controlled the surrounding wind to look towards the stage, meeting the gaze of the young man looking up at them from below.

Song Qingcheng commented: “But once the match begins, a barrier will rise over the Life-and-Death Arena, and the wind direction on the stage cannot be influenced by then.”

Lord Lanshan heard her words, gripped her hand, and her tone was colder than usual: “This is just a warning. It makes that person mistakenly believe my Junior Sister also has a Wind Spiritual Root, giving her more pause when she intends to poison within the wind.”

“Young Master Song, what I did doesn’t count as breaking the rules, does it?”

Song Qingcheng paused, exchanged a look with Ling Guang, then whispered: “It does not.”

Ling Guang secretly pinched her.

The match began.

Indeed, just as Lord Lanshan said, Mu Liu did not use poison immediately. Her hesitation and careful consideration were her biggest flaw. Cang Wu, having studied under Lord Dong for over a month, was best at finding an opponent’s weakness and striking with full force.

The tip of the sword stopped at the throat; Cang Wu did not stab down.

“You lost.”

Mu Liu glanced at the sword in the other’s hand and smiled dangerously: “Do you know you shouldn’t get too close to someone who uses poison?”

The wind rushing toward her was cold and piercing, carrying a deep killing intent.

But unfortunately—

Cang Wu’s figure was faster than the wind. She appeared behind Mu Liu and stabbed her sword down, neither too deep nor too shallow, pressing against the opponent’s heart.

“You are not as formidable as my Senior Sister.”

“Either lose, or die.”

Mu Liu didn’t dare move an inch. Gritting her teeth fiercely, she spoke the humiliating words: “I, surrender.”

The match ended, and Lord Lanshan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Cang Wu is also very formidable,” Ling Guang laughed as well. “I have faith in her. This time, the Nirvana Feather will definitely be hers.”

Lord Lanshan couldn’t manage a smile at all. This hurdle was passed, but what about the subsequent female protagonists?

After Mu Liu surrendered and stepped down, Cang Wu defeated every subsequent opponent within ten moves, ‘inviting’ them off the stage. This kind of continuous fighting was not very fair, but on the Life-and-Death Arena, other than cultivation level, there was no such thing as fairness.

Cang Wu was still wearing the Yang Valley uniform. Some cultivators recognized it, and the information spread from one to ten, then from ten to a hundred, quickly drawing the attention of half the city.

You Shi arrived, and without a doubt, Cang Wu was the victor. Next was the final decisive match.

Ten people on one stage; the final victor would emerge from the free-for-all battle.

Outside the Life-and-Death Arena, gambling had already begun. In the tavern where Lord Lanshan and the others were situated, the Sleepless City did not trade in gold or silver trinkets, but in heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and high-grade magical artifacts.

There were two names with chips far exceeding everyone else’s below them.

Cang Wu and Ming Yu—the confrontation between the villain and the protagonist.

Lord Lanshan spotted a familiar figure in the chaotic crowd.

“Senior Sister Xie?”

Xie Qingshuang glanced at the Life-and-Death Arena, placing the Heaven-grade magical artifact she had just acquired under ‘Ming Yu’. Not long ago, Ming Yu was still below the stage, hidden among the cultivators shoulder-to-shoulder with Xie Qingshuang.

Xie Qingshuang squinted as she watched Cang Wu win match after match; she did not conceal the killing intent in her eyes.

“Xie-surname, how about we make a deal?” Ming Yu moved close to her.

Xie Qingshuang stood stiffly, keeping her back straight, and looked down when she heard the words. What deal?

Ming Yu leaned into her ear: “Since I must obtain the Nirvana Feather anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to help you kill her.”

“What do you want?”

Ming Yu smiled and stroked Xie Qingshuang’s hand holding the sword: “That Heaven-grade magical artifact…”

Xie Qingshuang agreed almost without hesitation: “Done.”

“Deal.”

The decisive match began—

Cang Wu drew her long sword, feeling numerous gazes fixed upon her. Such a chaotic free-for-all would indeed result in small alliances cooperating, but it was too coincidental that all the cooperating groups unanimously targeted one person.

Cang Wu seemed to have guessed something. She stood there, a look of scorn and disdain curling the corner of her mouth: “All of you, come at once?”

Instantly, spiritual energy erupted on the Life-and-Death Arena. The battle that should have been a fight to the death among ten people turned into one against nine.

“What’s going on!?”

Ling Guang and Song Qingcheng both stood up abruptly.

Swords clashed.

Behind the isolated and helpless Cang Wu stood the eight victors from the previous day’s Life-and-Death Arena battle.

Ming Yu looked at Cang Wu, smiling cruelly and coldly:

“Little sister, someone wants your life.”