Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 22.1

“Someone wants your life.”

Ming Yu used force in her wrist to push the person back, forcing them to retreat. Several streams of spiritual energy rapidly approached from behind. Within the Realm of Life and Death, countless vines sprang up from the ground, covered in sharp thorns, and tightly entangled the attacking cultivator behind her.

“Wood Spirit Root?” Ming Yu was slightly surprised. “Why not cultivate as a Medical Cultivator or an Elixir Cultivator? It’s a complete waste of such good talent.”

The Five Element Spirit Roots all have suitable cultivation paths; Wood Roots are mostly dedicated to medical arts. A Wood Element Sword Cultivator is truly rare.

“You talk too much,” Cang Wu frowned. With a flick of her sword tip, a layer of azure flame fire attached itself to the blade, hot and dangerous.

“Dual Wood-Fire Spirit Roots.” Ming Yu’s interest deepened. The flames on her blade were crimson, while the fire on this person’s sword was different—was it because of the dual Wood-Fire Spirit Roots that the flame color differed?

Ming Yu was momentarily distracted, and in that instant, Cang Wu suddenly pushed her blade away and slashed over with her sword, the sword wind sharp and fierce.

Ming Yu had watched Cang Wu’s matches from the audience. She knew that Cang Wu aimed directly for fatal spots and carried full killing intent, yet strangely, the fatal blow always stopped at the last moment.

The sword tip pressed against the blade. This time, it was Ming Yu who was forced to retreat.

However, what Ming Yu didn’t expect was that the opponent could actually conjure a water blade with their other hand—a fire sword in the right hand, a water blade in the left, held in reverse grip and swung horizontally.

Ming Yu sharply used the leverage to leap up, but her abdomen was still grazed by the water blade, drawing blood.

Wood, fire, water…

Three Spirit Roots.

The grip on the blade by the opponent wasn’t accurate, but the angle and trajectory of the strike were incredibly familiar. Ming Yu lowered her eyes to the blade in her hand and immediately understood the source of the familiarity. If Ming Yu hadn’t been certain that this was their first confrontation, she would truly suspect this youthful-looking youth was actually someone disguised and hiding beside her all along. She was learning from her, but could anyone truly learn to this extent in such a short time, even using their left hand?

Ming Yu slightly lowered her eyelids; this young person was not as easy to bully as she appeared.

Cang Wu was not accustomed to using a blade. She twisted her wrist, and the water blade instantly transformed into a sword. Both swords executed the same sword flourish.

Cang Wu’s current stature was shorter than Ming Yu’s. To look at Ming Yu, she had to lift her chin, yet Cang Wu’s gaze remained level throughout; Ming Yu had never seen those eyes look directly at her. Recalling the Sword Cultivator who had been pestering her recently but couldn’t defeat her, Ming Yu secretly gritted her teeth—were all Sword Cultivators this arrogant?

Contests between cultivators could involve hundreds of exchanges in a single breath. A flash occurred in the Realm of Life and Death, and the cultivators who had closed their eyes to avoid the sharpness missed much—the clash of blade light and sword gleam was a contest between fierce fires.

A scorching heat wave enveloped the entire Realm of Life and Death. The vines withered and died, and the cultivators fighting the vines were sent spewing blood by the impact of the two people’s spiritual energies.

The water sword dispersed into a fine mist and evaporated in the next instant. Ming Yu’s pupils were burned to crimson by the firelight. Cang Wu had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and felt a bit uncomfortable. She subconsciously looked up in a certain direction.

Her Senior Sister was there.

Lan Shan Jun saw this look. Seeing the child who had ‘grown up’ being surrounded and fought by a group of people, she stood up anxiously. One Female Lead was enough; why did those other people have to join the fray? If not for the barrier outside the Realm of Life and Death, she would have rushed down to support her child.

“Lan Shan, Lan Shan!” Ling Guang called to her.

The gazes of several people were all focused on the Realm of Life and Death. Even Zhao Chen had called Ye Sheng to transmit the situation on her communication platform.

Just then, Ming Yu’s blade struck Cang Wu’s shoulder, and Cang Wu returned a palm strike to the opponent.

In the Realm of Life and Death, Cang Wu was surrounded in the center by nine people. Those cultivators had taken medicinal pills—nourishing spiritual energy and healing—and the burning pain in their hearts had largely recovered. Ming Yu had a bloody gash on her shoulder. Ming Yu had blood at the corner of her mouth.

“You injured me with one strike; now I’m returning it,” Ming Yu mused while rubbing the blade hilt. “I originally intended to chop off one of your arms, but I didn’t expect it to be just a small wound. Is the magic robe from Yang Gu really that effective?”

Cang Wu’s lips were pale. The pain in her shoulder made it difficult to hold her sword; the opponent had aimed for her right arm. The magic robe from Yang Gu was indeed not powerful enough to withstand that cut, but her flesh and blood body was not like that of ordinary people.

“Actually, I originally intended to take your life,” Cang Wu revealed her left hand. She had struck the opponent with that palm earlier. “But my Senior Sister is watching, and I don’t want her to see me kill someone, so…” Cang Wu’s eyes flickered slightly, revealing a cold sneer, “I hope you can hold on a little longer, don’t die by my hand.”

Ming Yu didn’t understand the meaning behind her words, but the next moment, all the blood in her body suddenly felt like it was being pricked by needles. Finally reaching her heart, it caused her to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Ming Yu half-knelt and glared at her fiercely, “You used poison!?” It was the palm strike she landed on her earlier. No wonder she used a palm strike instead of a sword strike—that was the intention. Amidst the unbearable pain, Ming Yu was also somewhat curious: what kind of poison was this that could injure her?

“It’s not poison,” Cang Wu looked down at her. At this moment, their gazes met.

“What is it?” Ming Yu was in so much pain that she couldn’t figure out the strange sensation spreading throughout her meridians.

It was Dragon’s Breath. Cang Wu pursed her lips.

The tip of her sword lifted, pointing at her trembling opponent: “You lost.”

Ming Yu raised a hand to wipe the blood from her lip and forced herself to stand up, touching her blade against that sword with a clang.

“Not killing me means giving me a chance.”

Cang Wu’s sword tip did not retreat; instead, it slightly increased its pressure. The moment the sword blade and the blade edge crossed, the air flow seemed to freeze. Ming Yu’s hands gripped the hilt tightly, her face pale, a layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead. The bizarre pain inside her body made her regret the transaction they had made. However, she was the one who proposed the deal, and she had to endure it even if it meant swallowing blood after breaking her teeth.

Cang Wu was quite surprised by the person’s endurance. Dragon’s Breath brought more than just simple pain; it roamed throughout the body, slowly melting the flesh and meridians, eventually turning it into a pool of bloody water.

“A chance?” A smile suddenly appeared on Cang Wu’s lips. She turned her back toward the direction of the tavern, her smile tinged with malice. “Why should I give you a chance?”

The person in front of her suddenly changed. She was filled with a demonic aura. Ming Yu seemed to understand why Xie Qing Shuang wanted to kill her. Unlike Dong Jun’s principle of never making a second move once one strike was drawn, Cang Wu preferred to stand on high and watch her opponent suffer bit by bit, just as she now wanted to watch the Dragon’s Breath completely consume Ming Yu. A strange excitement swept through her entire body. Cang Wu’s tongue curled upwards, brushing against her sharp teeth. This was an innate demonic nature.

“I see killing intent in your eyes,” Ming Yu’s spiritual power suddenly soared rapidly. The surging power suppressed the pain in her body, and Ming Yu smiled enchantingly. “But the one who dies today certainly won’t be me.”

The domineering blade force grew heavier with each strike. Cang Wu’s tiger’s mouth went numb, and the wound on her right shoulder ruptured again. The Realm of Life and Death had clearly become a duel between the two of them. The others were observing from the boundaries. They had previously followed Ming Yu’s advice to collectively eliminate that Sword Cultivator first, but the scene before them gave them all the same thought—when the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits.

Neither Cang Wu nor Ming Yu could be defeated by them. They might as well wait for the two to fight until they were both severely injured before making a move. Unfortunately, this thought remained just a thought. When the two fought, they paid no heed to life or death. There was no safe place in the Realm of Life and Death; one could only admit defeat and step down to survive.

Ming Yu narrowed her eyes while taking the opportunity to get close to Cang Wu: “You did that on purpose?”

“They were in the way. If I accidentally killed them, I didn’t want Senior Sister to see,” Cang Wu’s face was splashed with blood; it was impossible to tell whose it was.

Ming Yu sneered, “You’re afraid of being seen killing someone?”

Over the Realm of Life and Death, dark storm clouds gathered—it was tribulation clouds; someone was about to break through. There was already a dispute outside. The rule of the Realm of Life and Death was that matches were between cultivators in the Life and Death Realm. The Life and Death Realm was the watershed for cultivators—crossing it meant tempering the divine soul. The difference between the Life and Death Realm and the Bright Soul Realm was the largest, a difference between heaven and earth. However, the person on the stage had only attracted tribulation clouds. Not having passed the lightning tribulation meant they hadn’t broken through yet, so they were still in the Life and Death Realm. This was exploiting a loophole in the Realm of Life and Death!

“You deliberately suppressed your spiritual power to avoid breaking through just for this moment?” Cang Wu smiled wickedly. “It seems the Nirvana Feather is very important to you; you must have it, right?”

Ming Yu’s expression stiffened, not because the opponent had guessed correctly about her situation, but because the same surge of spiritual power had suddenly appeared on Cang Wu as well. In the same realm, she couldn’t suppress the opponent, forcing her to choose this moment to release her spiritual power and break through. But unexpectedly, the opponent had also held back a trump card.

However, the tribulation clouds above did not intensify; it was still only Ming Yu’s lightning tribulation. This made her uncertain whether the opponent was also about to break through. When Ming Yu’s gaze fell on Cang Wu again, she discovered that the original youth seemed to have changed somewhere. Her features were more beautiful, the childishness was gone from her face, and her aura was stronger.

Spiritual power surged like the sea. Ming Yu suddenly felt a coercion that she couldn’t resist, causing her to bend her legs halfway. The Realm of Life and Death trembled, and the transparent barrier surrounding it suddenly materialized, web-like cracks quickly spreading across it. Cang Wu’s pupils constricted for a moment; she felt a certain restriction within her body break.

At the same time, in the room above the tavern, Lan Shan Jun violently grabbed the corner of a table. The solid wood table instantly shattered into dust.

“Lan Shan? What’s wrong with you?” Ling Guang looked at her worriedly, noticing the woman’s face was unnaturally red and she was sweating constantly.

“Lan Shan!?” Song Qing Cheng and Zhao Chen also turned their heads to look.

“Zhao Chen, Zhao Chen!” Ling Guang called out. “Hurry, come here, Lan Shan isn’t right!”

Lan Shan Jun still had some consciousness. She fumbled for the jade token at her waist and quickly sent a voice transmission to Dong Jun: “Master, Master, that Snake Demon is in heat again.”

“Oh my, what nonsense are you talking about? Where is the Snake Demon? Lan Shan, what’s wrong with you?” Ling Guang touched Lan Shan Jun’s body and found her temperature was scaldingly hot, so she fanned her frantically with her hand.

Zhao Chen got up and came over, placing a hand on Lan Shan Jun’s wrist to inject spiritual energy to investigate.

“How is it?”

Zhao Chen shook her head.

“Ah? Even you can’t tell?” Ling Guang looked toward Song Qing Cheng. Song Qing Cheng spoke without hesitation: “Go find Dong Jun and the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.”

“Right, right, Lan Shan just sent a message to Dong Jun too, let’s hurry.” Just as Ling Guang helped her up, a brilliant light suddenly burst forth, shaking even the Immortal City of Evernight (Buye Cheng). This was immediately followed by the sound of a mirror shattering.

“What’s happening?”

“The Immortal City of Evernight… the barrier is broken,” Song Qing Cheng’s tone held disbelief. The barrier formation of the Immortal City of Evernight was the masterpiece of the combined efforts of the Floating Jade Island elders; how could it shatter just like that?

Before Ling Guang could digest this news, she found that Lan Shan Jun in her arms had also disappeared.

“Lan Shan!?”

Lan Shan Jun gasped, her exhaled breath scaldingly hot. She struggled to climb out but felt her leg suddenly tighten, and she was pulled back again. A leg was circled by a tail, and she was held in a woman’s embrace from behind.

“Let go of me!”

“Snake Demon!”

Cang Qing’s cold, vertical pupils emerged from the back of Lan Shan Jun’s neck. Cang Wu lowered her head, biting at the woman’s shoulder robe, and corrected her with displeasure: “Not a Snake Demon.”

Lan Shan Jun, burned to the point of delirium, her blood surging and churning, could barely hear what she was saying.

“You’re proud of being a Snake Demon,” Lan Shan Jun’s spiritual energy became erratic, growing and shrinking in her hand for a moment, until she gripped the chain blade and stabbed towards the ‘snake head’ behind her.

“Senior Sister, be good.”

Cang Wu tossed the interfering Bu Jin aside, ran her hand down the woman’s waist to the tailbone, stroking and pressing lightly.

“Senior Sister, hurry and show your tail, I want to mate.” She wanted to entwine her tail with her Senior Sister’s tail, round and round, covering every scale with her scent.

Lan Shan Jun had a hint of blood in her throat. The tail between her legs kept moving, and the unspeakable stimulation caused Lan Shan Jun to clamp her legs involuntarily. Cang Wu felt a bit anxious. She yearned for something intensely, even getting the thought of biting and swallowing the delicate person in her arms whole. She took a bite but felt an aura of the same origin within the opponent. Her sharp teeth retracted and turned into licking. Bite, then lick.

“I want the tail,” Cang Wu rubbed against the woman’s face, affectionately pecking and kissing the corner of her Senior Sister’s lips. “Tail.”

Lan Shan Jun weakly slapped her face: “Go away.”

The fragrant hand covered Cang Wu’s face. She smelled it and then stuck out her tongue to lick the palm of the woman’s hand. Lan Shan Jun immediately drew her hand back in embarrassment and shame, trembling her fingers: “Shameless.”

Cang Wu presented her forehead to Lan Shan Jun’s hand. The thumb-sized horn rubbed against her hot, soft fingertips: “Senior Sister, touch my horn.”

Lan Shan Jun closed her eyes. Upon hearing that single word, ‘Senior Sister,’ she obediently followed the instruction and touched the object near her hand. It was smooth and round, feeling quite nice. More importantly, as she touched this thing, the burning sensation in her meridians weakened considerably, so she couldn’t stop.

Cang Wu narrowed her eyes, unable to resist letting out a dragon’s roar. As soon as she opened her mouth, two unfamiliar auras suddenly appeared within the range of her territory. The moment Cang Wu realized this, Dong Jun and the Vermilion Bird Hall Master had already arrived.

“Scoundrel! How dare you harm your Senior Sister!” Dong Jun struck out with a palm, then glanced at Bu Jin in the grass. Bu Jin darted out and tightly bound the little green dragon who had already reverted to her original form. Bu Jin might not be able to hold Cang Wu, but with Dong Jun’s spiritual power attached, Cang Wu couldn’t struggle free, and her mouth was sealed.

Dong Jun glanced at her eldest disciple, who was tormented and had her clothes in disarray, stepped forward to block the Vermilion Bird Hall Master’s view from behind, and then used her spiritual energy to suppress the agitation within her.

After Dong Jun dealt with her two troublesome disciples, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master smiled and spoke: “Dong Jun, you are so stingy. You already have a child with Yun Chi, yet you didn’t tell us.”

Dong Jun pursed her lips: “It’s not mine.”

Vermilion Bird Hall Master: “……” After a long pause, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master asked quietly: “Yun Chi’s child with another woman? And she became your disciple? You’re raising a child for them?”

Dong Jun glanced at her: “Are you so certain she is Yun Chi’s child?”

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master pointed at Cang Wu on the ground: “This face, how can it not be related to Yun Chi?”

Dong Jun lowered her eyes: “What if she just looks similar?”

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master laughed: “You’re deceiving yourself. Looking this similar and having the Azure Dragon bloodline? The Four Divine Beasts aren’t cabbages found everywhere.”