Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 22.2

Dong Jun sighed. Seeing her friend looking dejected, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master tried to comfort her: “If you really want to know, just go ask Yun Chi yourself.”

Dong Jun sighed again: “She won’t see me.”

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master boldly guessed: “Still not reconciled after that argument over a hundred years ago?” Dong Jun shook her head. “That shouldn’t be; even though Yun Chi is a bit arrogant, she wouldn’t throw a tantrum with you for this long.” Dong Jun glanced at Cang Wu: “And she had a child just to spite you?”

This sentence was like a knife, stabbing into Dong Jun’s heart. “This child really looks like Yun Chi.” Another stab.

“Stop talking,” Dong Jun remembered the main issue. “I brought them to the Immortal City of Evernight this time to ask: can the Four Divine Beasts transfer their rutting period to someone else?”

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master understood immediately: this situation was happening to her two disciples. “The rutting period is an extremely dangerous stage. Besides a partner, no one is told, let alone transferring the rutting period to another person.” The Vermilion Bird Hall Master shook her head: “I’ve never heard of it.”

“You still need to ask Yun Chi about this. Although we are both Four Divine Beasts, some things are understood by everyone and not asked about. Perhaps the Azure Dragon lineage is special.” Dong Jun pondered for a while, nodded, and immediately flew east on her sword.

Vermilion Bird Hall Master: “……?” “Hey! You’re abandoning your disciple!?”

“Please trouble the Hall Master to take care of her for a few days. As for Cang Wu’s identity, please keep it confidential, Hall Master,” Dong Jun sent a voice transmission.

“Got it. I won’t tell anyone you’re raising someone else’s child.”

The day before the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet, the barrier of the Immortal City of Evernight completely shattered. Some people even saw the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and Dong Jun leave the city together. Dong Jun ended up heading towards the Azure Dragon Palace. There were already rumors that Yang Gu would submit to the Vermilion Bird Hall, and it was well-known that Dong Jun had been on good terms with the Azure Dragon Palace Master a hundred years ago. With this incident, rumors spread that the Azure Dragon Palace Master couldn’t stand to see Dong Jun and the Vermilion Bird Hall Master get along, so she struck as a warning. Dong Jun, after the barrier broke, went to the Azure Dragon Palace to demand an explanation on behalf of the Vermilion Bird Hall.

In an instant, many stories emerged about the entanglements between the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, Dong Jun, and the Azure Dragon Palace Master.

“Hahaha—” Ling Guang lay happily on a tree trunk, her legs dangling below.

“Ling Guang,” Song Qing Cheng found her, leading a little girl who could barely walk steadily. “Stop playing. Huan Huan is looking for you.”

Ling Guang looked up, flashed away, leaving her storybook on the tree trunk, and darted to Song Qing Cheng’s side to pick up Huan Huan.

“Huan Huan!” Huan Huan laughed and reached out to grab Ling Guang’s red hair. “Sister, red!”

Ling Guang mimicked her: “Red! Huan Huan will also be red when she grows up!” Huan Huan, like Ling Guang, was a Four-Tailed Vermilion Bird.

After amusing Huan Huan for a while, Ling Guang asked: “How are Lan Shan and Cang Wu?”

Song Qing Cheng played with her own fingers while Huan Huan played with them. “Cang Wu is fine. Lan Shan is a bit weaker, but Zhao Chen gave her the best medicinal pills; she should wake up soon.”

“Then let’s go over,” Ling Guang held Huan Huan. “Huan Huan, shall we go meet a new sister?”

Song Qing Cheng stopped her: “Take Huan Huan?” Before Ling Guang could speak, Huan Huan clapped her hands happily: “Sister!”

Ling Guang smiled brightly: “New sister.”

When Ling Guang and Song Qing Cheng brought Huan Huan to the resting chamber where Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu were recuperating, Lan Shan Jun was already awake. Ling Guang put Huan Huan down. The little child, who could barely walk, ran straight over and hugged Lan Shan Jun’s leg.

“Sister~~” Lan Shan Jun looked down and met Huan Huan’s big, watery eyes, instantly melting. The child’s short hair was tied into braids, with a few feathers at the tips.

“This is my little sister, Huan Huan,” Ling Guang introduced with a smile.

“Huan Huan is good,” Lan Shan Jun reached out to touch Huan Huan’s face. “Huan Huan, this is Sister Lan Shan.” Ling Guang squatted down to teach Huan Huan to speak: “Lan, Shan, Sis, ter.”

Huan Huan blinked: “Lan, Shan, Sis, ter.”

“So smart,” Lan Shan Jun praised her, unable to help but recall meeting Cang Wu for the first time at the Lotus Pavilion—a little older than Huan Huan, and she called her ‘Senior Sister’ so sweetly and obediently. Lan Shan Jun glanced to the side; her Junior Sister had broken through again, her figure now almost as tall as hers, having become the Eldest Junior Sister. Alas—Lan Shan Jun sighed inwardly. She actually quite liked having a small Junior Sister.

Ling Guang stood up: “Oh right, Dong Jun went to the Azure Dragon Palace, so she probably won’t make it to the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet. Lan Shan, you might have to stay a few more days.”

Lan Shan Jun was momentarily stunned. Although her memories of each rutting period were fuzzy, she had woken up a bit earlier this time, but she should have still missed the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet. Noticing the confusion on Lan Shan Jun’s face, Ling Guang explained: “The Immortal City of Evernight has rebuilt the barrier, so the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet was postponed by three days.”

Lan Shan Jun nodded, thinking this world was still respectful of her as a transmigator; the major plot point of the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet couldn’t just pass by.

Before long, it was time for Huan Huan’s conditioning period. Ling Guang and Song Qing Cheng took Huan Huan away. Lan Shan Jun began to review the subsequent plot points—

The Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet commenced, with various immortal sects offering congratulations, both for the Eastern Emperor Bell and to celebrate the one-hundred-day anniversary of the Vermilion Bird Hall’s second Four-Tailed Vermilion Bird. The original book mentioned that the bloodline of the Four Divine Beasts was extremely important, even related to the stability of the Four Seas and Eight Realms, but the reason—it was never explained because the story was unfinished.

The Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet was also the first meeting between the two original Female Leads. Xie Qing Shuang, disliking the noise, hid in a quiet, deserted backyard where she encountered her destined partner, Female Lead Ming Yu, bathing, thus staging a ‘Beauty in the Moonlight, Picturesque’ scene, stirring the heart of the ruthless Sword Cultivator. Lan Shan Jun clicked her tongue and couldn’t help but complain: if you can’t write a first meeting, then don’t write it! A Female Lead who cultivates the emotionless path hiding in quiet wouldn’t go to someone else’s backyard instead of her own room, and she just happened to run into the other person bathing. Lan Shan Jun had also seen the other Female Lead, Ming Yu, on the Stage of Life and Death that day. Setting aside her appearance, her blade skills were excellent. After being seen bathing, would such a Female Lead really not lash out with a sword?

So, the two started fighting. During the fight, they were attracted by the opponent’s blade skills and sword techniques, so they looked a few more times. In the moment of eye contact, an impression was left, leading to feelings developing over time through repeated cooperation—how logical and reasonable!

After finishing her mental reconstruction, Lan Shan Jun helplessly continued with the plot. After the first meeting came the great fire in the Immortal City of Evernight, sea demons took advantage of the chaos, the supreme treasure Vermilion Bird Blade was lost, and the Four-Tailed Vermilion Bird perished… Wait!

The Four-Tailed Vermilion Bird perished. Lan Shan Jun’s expression turned serious. The Four-Tailed Vermilion Bird, was it Ling Guang? No, Ling Guang appeared later at the Azure Cloud Academy, so the perished Four-Tailed Vermilion Bird wasn’t Ling Guang. Lan Shan Jun’s lower lip turned pale; it was Huan Huan.

“Senior Sister?”

The light before her dimmed. Lan Shan Jun snapped back to consciousness and saw an excessively beautiful face: delicate eyebrows, bright eyes, a high-bridged nose, and full, rosy lips. After a moment of daze, upon realizing this was Junior Sister Cang Wu, Lan Shan Jun managed to suppress the ‘Sister’ that was about to reach her lips.

“Senior Sister, are you alright?” Cang Wu said as she reached out to touch Lan Shan Jun’s face. Lan Shan Jun leaned back to dodge: “I’m fine, I’m fine.” This child really knew how to grow up; not only was she beautiful, but she was also her favorite type.

Seeing her hand fall empty, Cang Wu looked a bit dejected and whispered: “Senior Sister has become distant from me since waking up.” “Senior Sister doesn’t like me like this, she likes someone like Huan Huan?”

Cang Wu’s words sounded pitiable, and Lan Shan Jun felt inexplicably guilty.

“No, Cang Wu is very beautiful. Senior Sister likes it very much,” Lan Shan Jun blushed while saying it to herself.

“Senior Sister doesn’t like it, she doesn’t even look at me.” Lan Shan Jun: “……”

Lan Shan Jun looked up at that face again, momentarily stunned by the beauty. She was undeniably a true admirer of beauty; she knew this well. Seeing Lan Shan Jun standing there with her mouth open and not speaking for a long time, Cang Wu lowered her eyes sadly: “Senior Sister really doesn’t like me like this.”

“Ah—no!” Lan Shan Jun quickly reached out to cup Cang Wu’s face, slightly reducing the impact of the beauty attack, and returned to her gentle Senior Sister persona: “Senior Sister likes you no matter what you are like.”

The woman’s thumb rubbed her cheek. Cang Wu was momentarily lost; this hand seemed to have touched her horn like this before. “Junior Sister, do you remember that sugar crisp shop Ling Guang took us to the other day? Go buy some and bring some back.”

Cang Wu didn’t ask anything; if her Senior Sister wanted to eat it, she would go buy it.

Sending Cang Wu away, Lan Shan Jun quickly summoned the Book Spirit.

“Does the perishing of the Four-Tailed Vermilion Bird refer to Huan Huan?”

Book Spirit: “Yes.”

Lan Shan Jun asked again: “If I can prevent the protagonists’ deaths and let them have a perfect ending, can I also prevent Huan Huan’s demise this time?”

The Book Spirit was silent for a while before replying: “Lan Shan, this time it’s Huan Huan, what about next time?” “This is just a book. The life and death of the people in it are only a few sparse strokes and words.” “That’s what you said yourself.” “You will leave one day.”

“Are you truly the Book Spirit of this book?” Lan Shan Jun voiced her doubt. “A book’s spirit should treat every character in the book equally, not just the protagonists.” “Answer me, can I?”

Book Spirit: “No.”

“You’re lying to me.”

Book Spirit: “……”

Lan Shan Jun took a deep breath and began to think. How did the great fire of the Immortal City of Evernight start? How did the sea demons infiltrate? The subsequent plot proceeded to the Azure Cloud Academy because they needed to find the Vermilion Bird Blade. So why was Huan Huan targeted? The Immortal City of Evernight was full of masters, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and the Young Hall Master, and the Young Master of Floating Jade Island were all present. If the sea demons’ true goal was the Vermilion Bird Blade, then they must have been—luring the tiger away from the mountain!

Lan Shan Jun suddenly realized. She immediately calmed her mind and used her divine soul to enter her sea of consciousness. Several new names had appeared there, faint, almost unnoticeable unless one looked closely. Lan Shan Jun quickly glanced past them and went straight to the book pages. She flipped the book to the page before the chapter ‘Youthful Journey in the Azure Cloud Academy’ and found a passage that indeed described the Vermilion Bird Blade being taken by a masked person. At that time, the sea demons attacked the Vermilion Bird Hall’s rear courtyard. When Ling Guang and Song Qing Cheng rushed over, they only found the small Vermilion Bird’s body cold and stiff. She quickly flipped through the entire book, Lan Shan Jun’s hands clenched into fists, grinding her teeth. This masked person was an unfilled plot hole, with three major sections of setup comparable to a protagonist, yet… no conclusion.

Leaving the sea of consciousness, Lan Shan Jun felt the room was stuffy and dizzy, so she opened the door, intending to go out for a walk. This place was specially prepared by the Vermilion Bird Hall for the guests of the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet. The area was very large, like a private garden, with formations set up according to the preferences of each immortal sect to create four distinct seasons. Passing through their own courtyard, Lan Shan Jun stepped into a region of wind and snow. The sight of the ice lake was shocking; in the center of the lake sat a person. Lan Shan Jun felt cold just looking for two glances and was about to turn back to take a different path when someone came over and extended a hand to her: “Immortal Friend, wait. Our Young Hall Master requests your presence.”

Lan Shan Jun recognized her—Ye Sheng. The person in the center of the lake was Zhao Chen. Lan Shan Jun thought about the many medicinal pills she had consumed from them; thanking them would be proper etiquette. Riding the wind and snow to the center of the lake, Lan Shan Jun saw a zither placed in front of Zhao Chen. The body of the zither was dark and oppressive, and the strings were covered in a layer of ice and snow.

“Young Hall Master.” Zhao Chen nodded, gesturing to the side: “Sit. Just call me Zhao Chen.”

Lan Shan Jun: “Thank you, Zhao Chen, for the medicinal pills. Otherwise, I would have to lie in bed for several more months.”

“No need for thanks,” Zhao Chen said softly.

The air fell silent and cold. Lan Shan Jun looked around and finally could only look at the zither in front of the two of them. Finding a topic, she asked: “Zhao Chen, you can play the zither?”

Zhao Chen shook her head: “No.”

Lan Shan Jun: “?” Shouldn’t she say yes, or play a tune with a smile so she could praise her? How was she supposed to respond? If she can’t play, why take it out and display it?

“Taking it out to air it,” Zhao Chen said with a serious expression.

Lan Shan Jun forced a couple of laughs: “What a refined interest.”

“Actually, those medicinal pills weren’t for you,” Zhao Chen paused. “There is something I don’t know if I should tell you.”

Lan Shan Jun followed her lead: “Tell me.” Weren’t they for her? Then why were they stuffed into her mouth?

“They were for pregnancy nourishment.”

Lan Shan Jun: “……” Lan Shan Jun: “”

The air was silent for a long time. Lan Shan Jun managed a dry laugh: “Then I definitely didn’t eat them.”

Zhao Chen’s eyes curved slightly: “The baby absorbed them well. It seems my testing was not in vain.”

Lan Shan Jun: “……?” Seemingly sensing Lan Shan Jun’s breathing had stopped, Zhao Chen tentatively asked: “You didn’t know?”

Lan Shan Jun’s lips trembled: “Know what?”

“You have… in here…” Zhao Chen pointed toward Lan Shan Jun’s abdomen, “…an egg.”

Like a bolt from the blue, Lan Shan Jun’s expression froze. An egg? What egg? A snake egg?

“Doctor—no, Zhao Chen, did you misdiagnose?” Lan Shan Jun was almost in tears. She extended her hand toward Zhao Chen: “Why don’t you check again?”

Zhao Chen shook her head and smiled: “My eyes cannot see, but I can feel the rhythm of life. I feel a faint, second life on you.”

Lan Shan Jun’s face turned pale. Thinking about having a snake egg inside her made her feel nauseous and disgusted. She detested snakes to the extreme. Seeing Zhao Chen’s knowing smile in an instant, Lan Shan Jun quickly explained: “This isn’t morning sickness; it’s nausea.”

Zhao Chen frowned. “You seem to hate her very much?”

“Hate her, extremely.” Lan Shan Jun took a deep breath and asked: “Then do you have a pill to induce an abortion?”

Zhao Chen paused for two seconds, then sighed: “I can refine one for you.” Lan Shan Jun felt like bowing deeply, but finally only offered a clasped-hand thank you.

“Regarding this matter, I hope Zhao Chen won’t tell anyone.”

Zhao Chen nodded: “I understand.”

Lan Shan Jun returned to her courtyard in a daze and happened to run into Cang Wu returning with sugar crisps.

“Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan Jun heard the voice, looked up, and saw her Junior Sister running toward her brightly. She managed a slight smile.

“Junior Sister.”

Cang Wu held the sugar crisps and looked at Lan Shan Jun for a long while before asking: “Is Senior Sister in a bad mood?”

Lan Shan Jun felt like she was about to collapse. She walked two steps forward and hugged Cang Wu, blurting out without preamble: “I hate anything with scales!”

The sugar crisps fell to the ground and shattered beyond recognition. Cang Wu’s heart shattered with them.

“Everything?” Then, she whispered, “What about dragons?”

Lan Shan Jun had never seen a dragon, and only the image of a snake appeared in her mind. She shook her head desperately: “Hate them, hate them all.”

Cang Wu: “……” Should she have asked that extra question?

“When I was coming over just now, I ran into Ling Guang. The Vermilion Bird Hall Master is hosting a banquet tonight; we’ll go together.” Lan Shan Jun took a deep breath and stabilized her emotions: “Okay, get ready, and we’ll go.”

Cang Wu had bought two portions of sugar crisps; one fell, and the other was intended for Huan Huan, as Lan Shan Jun had heard Ling Guang mention her little sister loved them while they were out shopping earlier.

After her emotions calmed down, Lan Shan Jun returned to her usual self, which made Cang Wu look at her frequently.

At the evening banquet, besides Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu, Zhao Chen and the Young Hall Master of the White Tiger Hall, Xiao Jiu, were also invited. It was called an evening banquet, but it felt more like an ordinary family dinner, with the Vermilion Bird Hall Master and the younger generation sitting at one table. Lan Shan Jun was flanked by Cang Wu and Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen removed her veil, revealing a not-very-obvious scar tracing from the left corner of her mouth to her temple. Seeing that she didn’t have Ye Sheng with her, Lan Shan Jun planned to pay attention to what she liked to eat later so she could pass her a dish, as her eyesight wasn’t good, and she was the neighbor.

Before Lan Shan Jun could act, a bowl of hot fish soup was pushed over by Zhao Chen. Instantly, the gazes of everyone at the table focused on them.

Lan Shan Jun: “……”

After a two-second silence, Zhao Chen seemed to remember something and apologized: “My apologies, I forgot.” Then, she moved the fish soup to the other side.

Xiao Jiu raised an eyebrow: “Was that for me?”

Zhao Chen nodded.

On the other side, Ling Guang secretly whispered to Song Qing Cheng: “What does Zhao Chen mean? Are she and Xiao Jiu that close?” Song Qing Cheng quietly replied: “Even though Zhao Chen can’t see, she wouldn’t mistake someone, right?” That’s right. Ling Guang’s eyes widened: “Then the fish soup was for Lan Shan!? Is she trying to curry favor with Lan Shan!?” Seeing that she was about to lean over, Song Qing Cheng used his hand to steady her and reminded her to sit properly.

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master smiled, watching the exchanges at the table. She wanted to tell Dong Jun that her eldest disciple was quite popular, but she found that Dong Jun hadn’t even replied to her previous message. What could have happened to Dong Jun? It must be an old flame reunion—fire and dry wood—she’d be fine in a few days. If Dong Jun could bring Yun Chi to the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet, that would be even better.

After a while, the Vermilion Bird Hall Master left, leaving this time for the younger generation. Ling Guang couldn’t hold back her curiosity and asked with a grin: “Zhao Chen, I want to drink fish soup too.” Xiao Jiu handed over the untouched bowl: “Oh, I have one here.”

“Who wants yours?” Ling Guang’s eyes darted between Zhao Chen and Lan Shan Jun.

“Stop fooling around,” Zhao Chen stopped the two from making trouble. Ling Guang and Xiao Jiu sensibly stopped talking.

“Come, let’s use tea instead of wine. We’ll be friends from now on.” Ling Guang understood her mother’s intentions the best; gathering these people was about forging a connection. She should be the one to initiate this. Song Qing Cheng raised his cup first, followed by Xiao Jiu and Zhao Chen.

Lan Shan Jun’s teacup remained untouched. Cang Wu followed her Senior Sister’s lead and didn’t move. The gazes at the table shifted to them. “Lan Shan?” Ling Guang called out softly. Lan Shan Jun looked up at Song Qing Cheng, then shifted her gaze to Ling Guang, and raised her teacup with a faint smile: “Friends.” The Young Hall Masters and Young Masters at this table were indeed very suitable to be friends. Cang Wu followed her Senior Sister in raising her cup, being extremely obedient.

Under the table, Ling Guang hooked Song Qing Cheng’s hand, but Song Qing Cheng pursed his lips and sat steadily without any intention of moving. After a stalemate, Ling Guang gritted her teeth and cursed her under her breath, then got up and walked to Lan Shan Jun’s side, leaning down to whisper in Lan Shan Jun’s ear: “Lan Shan, I know you still have lingering feelings about the incident in the Realm of Life and Death that day. I apologize on Qing Cheng’s behalf.”

Lan Shan Jun only smiled lightly and lightly touched Ling Guang’s cup, saying nothing. Ling Guang took it as acceptance and smiled with her eyes curved.

On the way back, Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu walked side by side.

“Why did Zhao Chen pour soup for Senior Sister?” Cang Wu suddenly asked, as if she had been holding it in for a long time.

Lan Shan Jun’s face darkened. She probably wanted her to nourish herself—what needed nourishing at this time?

Cang Wu saw her Senior Sister’s expression change and thought she might have asked the wrong question; Senior Sister had been moody all day.

“Lan Shan.”

Just as they mentioned her, Zhao Chen called out from behind them. Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu stopped. Cang Wu frowned slightly. Zhao Chen walked closer: “I want to ask you a few things.”

Lan Shan Jun considered it. The only thing between her and Zhao Chen was that egg.

“Alright.” Lan Shan Jun let go of Cang Wu’s hand and said gently: “Wait for me for a moment.”

Cang Wu watched them walk away, even setting up a barrier.

“I want to ask what kind of egg it is, and how many months?” Zhao Chen quickly added after asking: “If I don’t know the situation, I’m afraid it will harm your body. Some demonic beast eggs will consume the mother to preserve themselves.”

Lan Shan Jun frowned, suppressing her discomfort: “Snake. It should be about three months ago.” To better remove this egg, Lan Shan Jun briefly explained the matter of the secret realm to Zhao Chen. Zhao Chen heard this and nodded: “I see. That Snake Demon must have put the egg in your body to use your body to provide nutrients for the egg. I have seen this situation before; I can help you.”

Lan Shan Jun breathed a sigh of relief: “Thank you.” Zhao Chen chuckled: “You’re welcome.”

After Zhao Chen left, Lan Shan Jun remembered she forgot to ask about the rutting period. Annoyed, Lan Shan Jun walked back to Cang Wu with a relaxed mood. Cang Wu’s eyes were fixed on her Senior Sister’s smiling face.

“Senior Sister is very happy?” Cang Wu suddenly asked.

Lan Shan Jun nodded. “Because of Zhao Chen?”

Lan Shan Jun was about to nod again when she keenly noticed that Cang Wu’s words seemed off.

“I asked her for a favor,” Lan Shan Jun took Cang Wu’s hand. “She is an Elixir Cultivator; she can help me refine pills.” Cang Wu’s eyebrows moved, her emotions changing rapidly, her tone worried: “Senior Sister’s injury hasn’t healed yet?”

Lan Shan Jun vaguely agreed. Having a snake egg inside her was a private matter that didn’t need to be mentioned.

“It’s almost healed. Let’s go back.”

“Okay.”

As soon as they returned to the courtyard, Lan Shan Jun heard a loud explosion next to her ear, without warning. Fire quickly spread, burning half the city in an instant.

The Great Fire of the Immortal City of Evernight.