Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 27

The translation maintains the original narrative flow, using appropriate context-driven pronouns and names:

This was the first time Lan Shan Jun had been in such close proximity to the female protagonist. Lan Shan Jun’s gaze couldn’t help but linger on her for an extra moment.

Ming Yu turned her head sideways and happened to catch the moment the other person shifted her gaze. From this angle, most people wouldn’t think those eyes had just been looking at her.

“You know me.”

Ming Yu stated this sentence with an almost certain tone. She never missed a gaze that appraised her.

Lan Shan Jun was startled by her sharpness but quickly recovered and offered a reason: “Yes, I know you; you competed against my Junior Sister in the Life and Death Realm.”

Ming Yu nodded, a flicker of interest appearing in her eyes.

She is lying.

That hasty glance beneath the momentary concealment seemed casual but contained various emotions, the strongest of which was curiosity—not the curiosity one has for a stranger, but like that for someone long unseen.

The moment Ming Yu lowered her head, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. She had been hiding her identity and laying low for years, trying to avoid exposure. How would a disciple from Yang Gu have heard of her?

Soon, someone from the Vermillion Bird Hall arrived. Cang Wu and Ming Yu were invited inside, while Lan Shan Jun waited outside the Hall.

Without her Senior Sister beside her, Cang Wu’s entire aura abruptly shifted, her eyes carrying an inexplicable pressure.

Ming Yu scoffed: “Does your Senior Sister know you look like this?”

Cang Wu spoke without averting her gaze: “Since you are able to stand here, it seems Xie Qing Shuang told you someone died for you.”

Ming Yu’s expression darkened, and she asked in a deep voice: “What kind of poison was it?”

There are thousands of strange poisons in the world; she had tried to cure them all. No one knew poison better than she did. The poison Cang Wu injected into her body had never appeared in the Four Seas before.

“I told you, it’s not poison,” Cang Wu spoke. Having broken through her realm, she was tall enough to look Ming Yu directly in the eye. She curled her lips, revealing a hint of her teeth, and said in a voice so low only the two of them could hear, filled with malice: “It is incurable. That person will definitely die.”

Ming Yu’s pupils trembled violently: “You—!”

As they spoke, they arrived at a ritual platform with a formation array. From a distance, they could see a Fire-Washed Saber  erected on the platform. Behind the blade, an indistinct silhouette of a Vermillion Bird could be faintly seen, head raised in a high-pitched cry, waiting for Nirvana rebirth.

The altar was deep underground. Looking down from above, one could see the surrounding surging magma flames. Not only was it confined by the formation array, but dozens of Vermillion Bird Hall disciples stood guard.

Cang Wu glanced over and took a step back.

The Vermillion Bird aura in this place was too strong; she disliked it.

Soon, the disciple who led them took the Nirvana Feather from the altar. Cang Wu took it and was about to leave; she was eager to present this little treasure to her Senior Sister.

After Cang Wu left, Ming Yu remained standing in place. She exchanged a look with the disciple who had led them in.

Silent demonic energy left a trace along the entire path.

Cang Wu came out, happily presenting the acquired Nirvana Feather to her Senior Sister.

“Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan Jun looked at the feather swirling with crimson spiritual energy in the young boy’s palm, smiled softly, and accepted it. She then hung it on Cang Wu’s waist. Suddenly, Cang Wu’s waist was adorned with many items: the Yang Gu Jade Token, a space bag filled with snacks, the wooden fox carving, and now, a feather.

“You still have residual coldness on you. This feather should be a fallen feather from the Vermillion Bird; its Fire-attribute spiritual energy is perfect for you to carry.”

Lan Shan Jun said this while gently stroking Cang Wu’s face, coaxing her warmly and softly: “Be good.”

Cang Wu instantly stopped talking, forgetting what she was about to say.

On the way back, Lan Shan Jun asked seemingly casually: “What about the person who entered with you?”

Cang Wu was currently in a state where she would answer whatever her Senior Sister asked.

“I left after taking the Nirvana Feather.”

Lan Shan Jun turned back to look, meeting Ming Yu just emerging from the Hall.

The two exchanged a smile, like a formality between cultivators.

When Lan Shan Jun turned back, she felt a sudden acceleration of her heartbeat. This female protagonist gave her a very dangerous feeling.

Ming Yu stopped in front of the Hall, narrowing her eyes as she watched the receding backs.

At night, Lan Shan Jun lay quietly in her own room. There was only one day left until the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast.

She had sent a message to Senior Sister Xie but received no reply, nor had she heard from her Master for many days.

The original text only mentioned that she and Cang Wu shared the same Master, but this Master never appeared from beginning to end. Now that she existed in this world, to complete the logic, Dong Jun (Eastern Lord) had come into existence.

If Dong Jun were present at the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast, things would become much simpler; Huan Huan would not perish, and the Vermillion Bird Saber would not be lost.

Or perhaps, following the plot of the original text, Dong Jun was just a transparent background element, someone who couldn’t be found when needed?

This possibility was the highest. She even laughed to herself at the thought—no matter who had an accident, Dong Jun wouldn’t.

Lan Shan Jun rolled over onto her side, and suddenly a cool breeze hit her face.

The next moment, her whole body was pulled into a dense mist.

The familiar feeling reminded Lan Shan Jun of those days in Ta Yun Ju (Cloud Treading Residence), where Dong Jun often dragged her, still half-asleep, to some inexplicable place to fight strange things.

Lan Shan Jun’s heart lifted with joy, and she called out: “Master?”

Her voice traveled far, echoing faintly in the cold, desolate mist.

“Master, I know it’s—”

The sound of a blade slicing through the air rang out by her ear. Lan Shan Jun dodged almost instinctively. After dodging so many times under Dong Jun’s hands, this strike was considered slow.

The blade grazed the corner of her robe; Lan Shan Jun’s smile disappeared.

This was not Dong Jun.

“Who are you!?”

The mist shifted, and a person slowly emerged, wearing a ghost mask and a black robe.

Black robe, masked face, holding a blade.

A figure popped into Lan Shan Jun’s mind—the black-robed person from the original novel whose identity was never revealed, who took the opportunity to steal the Saber.

The surrounding mist billowed ethereally, as if she were in a dream. Lan Shan Jun wasn’t foolish enough to think this was just a dream; killing in one’s sleep in this world was more than just a saying.

“Do we know each other?” Lan Shan Jun’s voice was steady, appearing relatively calm.

The black robe person shook the blade. The blade’s reflection showed the ghost mask. Without a word, the person attacked Lan Shan Jun with the blade.

Judging from the previous strike, this person clearly intended to take her life. Lan Shan Jun began recalling the people she had encountered since leaving the valley. Except for the incident at Bu Xian Xian, she hadn’t lingered anywhere else for long.

Bu Xian Xian…

Lan Shan Jun suddenly remembered the Blade Cultivator who wanted to kill her without any prior grievance.

“Bu Xian Xian failed to kill me, and now you’re still chasing me?” Lan Shan Jun’s words carried a probing tone. When she was at Bu Xian Xian, she had her eyes closed and couldn’t see the Blade Cultivator’s appearance, but the fierce intent to kill was indeed very similar.

That made sense then: allied with the Hundred-Eyed Scorpion at Bu Xian Xian, and now with Sea Demons appearing in Bu Ye Cheng, the black robe had naturally followed.

“If you don’t die, won’t my blade and I lose face?” The black robe person forcefully pressed down the blade. The difference in realms allowed her to easily press the blade edge into the woman’s shoulder.

Lan Shan Jun gasped and gritted her teeth. She hadn’t expected this person to have broken through her realm in just a few days.

It was truly bizarre; why was everyone breaking through realms, while she remained stuck at the Life and Death Realm for over ten years?

At the same time, Lan Shan Jun felt relieved that this person had only just broken through and their realm was unstable; otherwise, she truly wouldn’t have stood a chance.

“Bujin.”

As Lan Shan Jun spoke, she reached out towards the black robe’s mask. The black robe person sidestepped the move, simultaneously raising the blade to block the chain-blade that circled around.

The chain-blade tightened instantly. The black robe’s blade was only a finger’s width away from her own shoulder. In this stalemate, Lan Shan Jun reached out from behind her to try and unveil the mask.

The black robe person let out a cold, mocking laugh. She was thinking of removing the mask at a time like this.

“You will pay the price for your foolishness.”

Just as the woman’s hand touched the edge of the mask, the black robe person’s hand suddenly relinquished force and shoved backward violently. The blade plunged into flesh and blood and then rapidly stabbed into another body.

“Pfft—cough—”

Lan Shan Jun choked out a mouthful of blood. The blade was deeply embedded in her left shoulder; the flames clinging to the blade were burning her skin and the flesh underneath. A few inches lower would have been her heart.

She looked down at the wound on the black robe person’s shoulder and suddenly laughed: “You are ruthless to yourself.”

“What is this small injury compared to ruthlessness? Only when bleeding painfully do I feel that I am still alive,” the black robe person heard the woman’s weak groan and felt a flash of pleasure in her eyes as she endured the pain.

“How is it? Doesn’t this feeling feel very comfortable?”

Lan Shan Jun gritted her teeth: “You dead masochist.” (Translator’s note: The Chinese used a slang term for ‘masochist,’ which I’ve translated contextually.)

The black robe person didn’t understand what she meant, but she knew it was definitely not a compliment. She tightened her grip on the chain-blade, the other end of which she had just wrapped around the hilt of the other blade.

With a fierce pull, the blade abruptly ripped out of the woman’s shoulder and returned to the black robe person’s hand.

“In your next life, don’t choose this useless thing as a weapon; it can’t protect you.”

Lan Shan Jun panted, every breath pulling on the wound causing her to tremble with pain. She watched the black robe person approach her, holding the blade.

“Why must you kill me?” Lan Shan Jun asked.

The black robe person raised the blade towards her: “I fear you are an accident in the plan.”

Fear? That meant killing without confirmation rather than letting go.

Lan Shan Jun closed her eyes, as if preparing to meet death.

The black robe person did not hesitate. She exerted a fierce wrist movement and brought the blade down in a chop—

The guest courtyard became chaotic. Cang Wu sat cross-legged on the bed cultivating. When she regained focus, she vaguely heard a few discussions: “A Sea Demon has escaped into the guest courtyard,” and, “The Young Master of the Vermillion Bird Hall is leading people to search.”

She frowned slightly and opened the door. She saw sporadic firelight; Ling Guang was at the front, and they were heading toward Zhao Chen’s Ice Lake.

Cang Wu glanced towards her Senior Sister’s room; the lamp was already out, and her breathing was steady.

She pondered for a moment before walking over and knocking on the door: “Senior Sister?”

Her Senior Sister replied quickly: “What is it?”

Cang Wu felt relieved when she heard her Senior Sister’s voice, so she said: “It’s nothing; Senior Sister should sleep.”

Cang Wu reached out and laid a barrier around the room to block out the outside noise. Leaning her ear against the wooden pillar beside her, she quietly looked toward the firelight in the distance.

The firelight moved from far to near. Ling Guang approached, leading the disciples from the Vermillion Bird Hall and Fuyu Island.

“Cang Wu, a Sea Demon has escaped into the guest courtyard,” Ling Guang strode over, her expression tense. “Where is Lan Shan?”

Cang Wu replied: “Senior Sister is already asleep; please be gentle with your search.”

Unexpectedly, Ling Guang’s expression instantly darkened upon hearing this.

They had already searched most of the guest courtyard; only this area remained.

“We should still wake Lan Shan up.”

Cang Wu did not want to disturb her Senior Sister’s rest, but seeing Ling Guang so nervous, she withdrew the barrier while asking: “Does this Sea Demon have any special characteristics?”

“It is a Nightmare Dream (Yan Meng) Sea Demon; it can kill people in their sleep without a trace.”

The moment Ling Guang finished speaking, Cang Wu’s pupils violently contracted. She didn’t knock; in a panic, she directly pushed the door open.

“Senior Sister!”

Bu Ye Cheng had no night, but the doors and windows of the rooms were covered with special light-blocking materials. As the door was pushed open, light rushed in to illuminate the room.

Cang Wu’s heart tightened. She suddenly couldn’t move her legs; she could only slowly shuffle toward the bedside.

“Senior Sister?”

Ling Guang followed inside, and the artifact she was carrying suddenly began to buzz!

“It’s the Sea Demon!”

A dark shadow shot out rapidly from behind the screen, brushing past Cang Wu’s feet toward the doorway.

Cang Wu ignored the commotion behind her and rushed straight to the bedside. Ling Guang was still worried about Lan Shan Jun’s condition, but having located the Sea Demon, she had to catch it first.

“Zhao Chen, you come to Lan Shan’s side and check on her,” Ling Guang sent a message to Zhao Chen.

Cang Wu reached the bedside and, seeing the blood welling up on her Senior Sister’s lips, could not suppress her anger and self-reproach.

She should have noticed earlier. Why didn’t she ask more questions?

“Senior Sister?”

As if hearing her call, the woman frowned, then painfully turned her head and coughed up a mouthful of blood leaning over the edge of the bed.

A large patch of blood soaked the inner garment over her heart. Lan Shan Jun looked up at Cang Wu in this posture, her eyes flashing with a sinister, demonic light.