Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 23

The firelight illuminated the sky. Lan Shan Jun stumbled and immediately lost her footing, falling onto Cang Wu.

“Senior Sister,” Cang Wu carefully held onto her Senior Sister, not treating the large fire in the distance as any major incident.

The great fire of the Immortal City of Evernight—why was it early? Shouldn’t it have happened on the night of the Vermilion Bird Grand Banquet?

“Junior Sister, you go back first,” Lan Shan Jun said hurriedly, and Qing Feng carried her toward the direction of the great fire.

The fire had started, and the sea demons emerged. Lan Shan Jun instinctively felt that the great fire in the original book was related to the black-robed masked person who stole the Vermilion Bird Blade.

Cang Wu couldn’t call out to her Senior Sister in time and was about to follow on her sword when a fierce sword qi came straight toward her. She blocked it with her sword, and Cang Wu’s eyes instantly became fierce.

“Demon creature.” The person who arrived deliberately obscured their voice. Not only were they wearing a cloak, but their face was also disguised with a magical artifact mask, making it impossible to recognize their original identity.

“Hiding like a thief, how dare you call me a demon creature?” Cang Wu twisted her wrist. The opponent’s icy aura could not be underestimated; that single strike had already made her wrist bone feel cold. “Did you start the fire? What are you trying to do by luring my Senior Sister away?”

The cloaked figure snorted and swung their sword toward Cang Wu, every move carrying surging killing intent. “Hand over the antidote!”

Although Cang Wu had broken through, the opponent was already at the peak of the Bright Soul Realm—only one step away from the Grand Void Realm. Facing the fierce sword strikes, she could only avoid the sharp edge and focus on dodging and defending.

“The antidote!” The sword tip lifted, slicing open Cang Wu’s spatial pouch at her waist. Small snacks spilled all over the ground—fruits, sugar crisps, everything imaginable. Cang Wu tightly pursed her lips, ignoring the wound on her waist, and He Wen (Crane’s Beak) let out a resonant cry in her hand.

“The things Senior Sister gave me, you dirtied them.” The cloaked figure narrowed their eyes and let out a slight laugh at the other’s anger. Under absolute realm suppression, anger was the most useless thing.

Flowers bloomed from every sword strike, and ice blossoms formed around them, revealing clear killing intent. Every time a flower bloomed, Cang Wu would cut it down. Even the shattered ice blossoms acted like sharp blades, slicing open her cheek and her magic robe, embedding themselves in the flesh, where they melted into bloody water, dyeing the sun-cloud patterns on the robe red.

Cang Wu rapidly approached the cloaked figure, unleashing sword techniques and styles that were purely offensive without any defense. The twenty-plus sword arts she learned over that month to please her Senior Sister now flowed together seamlessly. Dong Jun had not been wrong; she truly was a sword art genius. However, she was facing another sword art genius; the opponent was equally familiar with those twenty-plus sword arts.

Seeing her sword moves being parried and resolved one by one, Cang Wu sensed something was amiss. She narrowed her eyes and asked: “You are from Yang Gu.” No wonder they were hiding their identity; they were afraid she would recognize them.

The opponent did not reply. The moment the sword blades met, an icy spiritual energy rushed violently into Cang Wu’s body through the sword hilt. A bone-chilling cold swept through her demonic meridian. Cang Wu’s pupils constricted, desperately suppressing the muffled groan in her throat.

“Hand over the antidote!” The cloaked figure clearly held killing intent toward Cang Wu but kept suppressing it tightly. Frost silver-white coated her eyelashes. A smile suddenly spread across Cang Wu’s lips: “There is no antidote.”

“You want to die?” A thick layer of ice frost covered the ground beneath their feet. Cang Wu opened her mouth, and a mouthful of blood surged from the depths of her throat, the fresh blood hanging on her lips, becoming scabs.

Cang Wu’s smile grew wider. She passed through the intersecting sword blades, looking toward the position of the cloaked figure’s eyes, and slowly spoke: “If you want to save her, then draw what is inside her body into yourself.”

“Despicable villain!” the cloaked figure cursed. Looking at Cang Wu, covered in wounds and blood yet still arrogantly proud, they suddenly glanced maliciously toward the great fire in the distance. “Then let your good Senior Sister come.”

Cang Wu’s expression changed instantly. She gritted her teeth and forced the opponent back two steps, raising her voice: “You dare!” The sudden movement caused Cang Wu’s gradually freezing body to crack, and fresh blood mixed with shattered clots constantly poured from her mouth.

“Cang Wu!”

A familiar voice sounded next to her ear. Cang Wu’s expression softened slightly, but then she immediately recalled the cloaked figure’s words. Cang Wu shouted: “Senior Sister, don’t come over!”

Lan Shan Jun had just returned from that direction. It wasn’t the great fire of the Immortal City of Evernight she imagined; it was just a Fire Spirit Root cultivator losing control of their spiritual power eruption, and the seemingly fierce fire was deliberately created as an illusion by someone. When she arrived, Ling Guang and Song Qing Cheng had already finished handling it. Seeing her arrive, the two chatted with her for a bit and suggested sending her back. Who knew that as soon as they reached the guest courtyard, they saw Cang Wu fighting a masked, cloaked person.

“Bu Jin, go!” The chain blade shot through the air, one end attacking the sword-wielding assailant, the other end circling Cang Wu’s waist to pull her back. Bu Jin was precise, wrapping exactly around Cang Wu’s waist wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

Lan Shan Jun rode the wind and reached out to catch Cang Wu. Only then did she see her body covered in wounds, and she quickly retracted Bu Jin, carefully holding her. “Cang Wu.”

“Good! You dare bully a guest of the Immortal City of Evernight,” Ling Guang turned her head to tell Lan Shan Jun: “Lan Shan, you take Cang Wu to find Zhao Chen. Qing Cheng and I will deal with her.” Song Qing Cheng held a formation in his hand, assuring them: “Don’t worry, she won’t escape within the Immortal City of Evernight.”

Although Lan Shan Jun desperately wanted to capture the person herself, Cang Wu was severely injured, so she had to treat her first. While the few people were talking, the cloaked figure seemed unwilling. They didn’t get the antidote and failed to kill the demon creature, but the Vermilion Bird Hall Young Hall Master and the Floating Jade Island Young Master had arrived, so they could only leave for now.

Ling Guang and Song Qing Cheng chased after them—one using a formation to pinpoint the location, the other summoning hundreds of mechanical birds to attack. Lan Shan Jun lifted Cang Wu entirely and rushed to the ice lake where Zhao Chen was located at almost the fastest speed. The moment she stepped onto the ice lake, the icy energy on Cang Wu intensified, and her body temperature rapidly drained away.

Lan Shan Jun held Cang Wu’s hand and poured spiritual energy into her: “Cang Wu, aren’t you a Fire Spirit Root? Warm yourself up.” Cang Wu smelled the familiar faint fragrance. She wanted to bury her head deeper but worried her body’s coldness would transfer to her Senior Sister, so she could only lightly press her forehead against the woman’s shoulder.

“It’s useless. Her realm is too much higher than mine. She intends to pay her back in kind.” Cang Wu’s breath was icy cold.

“Young Hall Master!” Lan Shan Jun shouted as she ran. After shouting twice, she saw Ye Sheng, who was next to Zhao Chen, come to stop her: “The Young Hall Master is resting.”

“Save someone!” Lan Shan Jun shouted toward the only wooden house on the ice lake: “Zhao Chen!” The wooden door opened. Zhao Chen, with her white hair spread out, reached a hand toward the inside: “Come in.” Ye Sheng retreated to the side.

Lan Shan Jun hastily brought Cang Wu inside. There was only one bed in the room, with the covers turned down at one corner as if someone had just lain there. Lan Shan Jun had no choice but to hold her.

“Such heavy blood qi,” Zhao Chen twitched her nose, walked to a table on the side, picked out a bottle of medicinal pills, and handed it over. “You can put her on the bed.”

Lan Shan Jun hesitated: “Then where will you sleep?” Zhao Chen smiled: “You can’t hold her forever, can you?”

Lan Shan Jun had to obey and lay Cang Wu down, but Cang Wu’s hand tightly gripped her clothes, unwilling to let go for even a moment. Lan Shan Jun squatted by the bedside and fed Cang Wu the pill Zhao Chen had just given her.

Zhao Chen merely waved a hand to brush away the residual coldness that had passed through Cang Wu’s body to understand what had happened. She frowned slightly: “Spiritual power comparable to the Grand Void Realm.”

Grand Void Realm… Lan Shan Jun fell silent. Why would a cultivator at the Grand Void Realm want to kill Cang Wu?

“Ye Sheng.” Zhao Chen called out lightly. Ye Sheng walked in and bowed respectfully: “Young Hall Master.” Zhao Chen pointed at Cang Wu: “You draw out the other spiritual energy inside her.”

“Yes.” Ye Sheng moved toward Cang Wu on the bed. Who knew, the person who had been peacefully nestled beside Lan Shan Jun with her eyes closed suddenly opened them, glaring at her with surging killing intent and full of resistance.

“It’s alright, it’s alright, Cang Wu, be good, she’s not a bad person,” Lan Shan Jun soothed Cang Wu gently. Cang Wu calmed down, but as long as Ye Sheng got close, Cang Wu would bare her fangs and act fiercely, like a young beast alone in its cave.

Lan Shan Jun looked at Zhao Chen with difficulty: “Why don’t I do it?”

Zhao Chen shook her head: “No, your realm is not enough—not yet in the Bright Soul Realm—you will be injured by the spiritual energy inside her.”

“But right now, I’m the only one who can stay by Cang Wu’s side,” Lan Shan Jun’s eyes moved, and she suddenly thought of a way: “Then, can Ye Sheng draw out the spiritual energy inside Cang Wu through me?”

Zhao Chen paused in surprise and then nodded: “Yes.”

“But you are not an Ice Spirit Root. It will be very hard for you to endure that spiritual energy passing through your body.”

“It’s fine,” Lan Shan Jun said without hesitation: “Let’s start.”

Lan Shan Jun held Cang Wu’s hand, and Ye Sheng placed a hand on Lan Shan Jun’s shoulder. The moment the spiritual energy circulated, Lan Shan Jun felt as if she were naked and immersed in icy water. Ye Sheng also had an Ice Spirit Root. The hand on her knee clenched tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the force. Lan Shan Jun suppressed the urge to resist the spiritual energies on both sides, and white mist formed from her breath. Cold, an extreme cold.

Lan Shan Jun closed her eyes. After an unknown amount of time, her consciousness grew hazy. She seemed to have arrived in her sea of consciousness, but it wasn’t quite her sea of consciousness—it was a void here, yet it was warm. Beyond her consciousness, Zhao Chen felt the faint life rhythm on Lan Shan Jun suddenly strengthen, acting as a form of protection to alleviate Lan Shan Jun’s pain.

After the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn, Zhao Chen woke Lan Shan Jun up.

“Lan Shan.” Lan Shan Jun’s consciousness returned, and she opened her eyes, looking a bit confused. Was it over?

Zhao Chen hesitated before speaking again: “Lan Shan, that egg in your body doesn’t seem to want to consume you. It was actually protecting you just now.” Lan Shan Jun realized what that warm sea of consciousness was. She had never seen this world, so it was a void.

Lan Shan Jun took a deep breath: “Then I still have to trouble Zhao Chen to quickly refine that medicinal pill.” Zhao Chen said nothing further. Because Cang Wu occupied Zhao Chen’s room, Ye Sheng conjured an identical one beside it.

Before leaving, Zhao Chen specifically instructed: “Although the cold energy is gone, she will be especially afraid of the cold for the next few days.” Lan Shan Jun nodded, covered Cang Wu with the quilt, and placed a brazier nearby. In her haste to save Cang Wu, she hadn’t paid much attention to her wounds—what kind of sword wound would sprout into little flowers of blood?

Lan Shan Jun couldn’t help but recall the description of the protagonist’s sword in the original text—Every sword strike brought forth flowers, one white, one red. White was the snowflake, and red was the blood flower.

“Senior Sister…” A low moan interrupted Lan Shan Jun’s deep thought. She snapped back to consciousness and saw Cang Wu, with only her head showing, staring at her with open eyes. Lan Shan Jun reached out and touched her face, softly asking: “Are you alright?”

Cang Wu nodded. Lan Shan Jun asked again: “Junior Sister, do you remember what the sword looked like that the person who injured you was holding?” Cang Wu certainly remembered; it was a very ordinary long sword, but its grade was certainly not inferior to a Divine Weapon. That person was meticulous and hid everything. “Senior Sister, she is from Yang Gu,” Cang Wu stated with certainty.

Lan Shan Jun’s expression changed slightly. Yang Gu, Sword Bringing Flowers. Could it really be her?

The jade token at her waist flickered. Lan Shan Jun took it out to check; two people had sent her a message simultaneously.

Ling Guang: “The person has been caught. How is Cang Wu?”

Xie Qing Shuang: “Lan Shan, where are you?”