Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 28

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

“Bang—”

The screen was violently knocked over, and a few drops of warm blood fell near Cang Wu’s face. The woman was straddling her waist, the sharp chain-blade held in her palm, poised to strike.

The chaotic wind was mixed with another scorching spiritual energy, which in a blink destroyed everything in the room, leaving it in ruins.

Cang Wu sensed the hidden killing intent in the wind. Seeing Senior Sister’s blood-red eyes, she realized Lan Shan Jun clearly no longer recognized the person before her.

Green spiritual energy surged from her palms, instantly wrapping the room tightly with vines, making it impossible for air to pass through. Several bud-like vines slowly crawled up Lan Shan Jun’s wrists, ankles, and waist.

Lan Shan Jun’s movements were somewhat sluggish. She rotated her eyes to watch the vines entangle her wrists. Upon realizing it, she began to struggle. The chain-blade in her hand spun out beautiful silver flowers, not only cutting the vines but also slicing her own hand.

The chain-blade came toward her face. Cang Wu pursed her lips and controlled her spiritual energy to tighten the other vines. The tip of the blade stopped just short of her eyes.

Cang Wu used her spiritual energy to seal the wound on Lan Shan Jun’s hand. When her fingertips reached her shoulder, the penetrating wound, a full palm’s length wide, caused Cang Wu to gasp heavily twice—not knowing whether it was from anger or heartache.

She spoke softly: “Senior Sister, let me see your injury.”

Her fingertips carefully lifted the belt and gently pulled up her Senior Sister’s outer robe. Cang Wu first saw a light-colored bite mark above her collarbone. The surge of anger came swiftly but vanished just as quickly. She then saw the gruesome knife wound—the skin around the deep cut was charred black, and the flesh was constantly tormented by scorching Fire-attribute spiritual energy.

At this moment, Cang Wu’s aversion to Fire Spiritual Roots and Blade Cultivators reached its peak.

Heartache and worry overshadowed the anger in her heart. Cang Wu carefully placed her palm on the wound and absorbed all the spiritual energy within her Senior Sister’s body.

This inevitably pulled at the wound. A thin layer of sweat formed on Lan Shan Jun’s neck, glistening. She frowned, her eyes full of pain.

“It hurts.”

Cang Wu’s movements became lighter. She looked up and was met with Lan Shan Jun suddenly lunging forward and fiercely biting down on her shoulder.

In a flash, Cang Wu’s first reaction was to forcefully suppress the Dragon Scale that had appeared on her shoulder.

Allowing her Senior Sister to bite her, she finished absorbing the spiritual energy. Cang Wu heard footsteps outside the door.

She remembered Ling Guang had previously sent a message to Zhao Chen.

A moment later—

“Knock, knock—”

Cang Wu reached out to hug her Senior Sister, turning sideways to cover the woman’s messy neckline. She even cast an additional barrier before controlling the vines to allow people in.

The moment Zhao Chen stepped into the room, she was stunned by the overwhelming scent of blood. She asked tentatively: “Who is injured?”

Ling Guang had only said the Sea Demon was near Lan Shan’s place and asked her to come over. She had guessed someone was injured but didn’t expect the injury to be this severe.

Cang Wu: “My Senior Sister.”

Zhao Chen frowned slightly and walked toward her: “Let me take a look.”

“No,” Cang Wu blurted out, her tone somewhat fierce. After a moment, she calmed down and said coldly: “The location of my Senior Sister’s injury is not suitable for outsiders to see.”

Zhao the ‘Outsider’ Chen: “…”

“My eyes cannot see.”

Cang Wu looked at her eyes through the barrier—they were a dull gray, with no point of light.

“No.”

Zhao Chen: “…”

In the stalemate, only some healing elixirs were passed through the barrier.

Ye Sheng brought a chair from next door, “Young Master.”

“Mm.”

Zhao Chen sat down amidst the ruins. Her transcendent white robes did not diminish her imposing aura.

Inside the barrier, Cang Wu administered the elixir to her Senior Sister. She had to admit Zhao Chen’s elixirs were indeed miraculous; the wound on her shoulder healed at a visibly rapid pace.

Cang Wu breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling her Senior Sister lean against her shoulder and fall asleep, she slowly retracted the vines. Although the vines were young and tender without thorns, they had left a faint circle of bruises on the woman’s skin during the struggle.

The bruises began to fade under the effect of the elixir. Cang Wu held her Senior Sister’s wrist, slowly lowered her head, and gently nudged the spot with her nose in affection.

When the barrier was removed, Cang Wu saw Zhao Chen waiting quietly. For the first time, she said the word ‘Thank you’ to someone other than her Senior Sister.

Zhao Chen nodded and stood up. Sensing that Cang Wu was less resistant to her approach, she reached out and released spiritual energy, slowly placing it on Lan Shan Jun’s forehead.

After a short while, she retracted her spiritual energy: “Besides the shoulder, there are no other external or internal injuries.”

“You take good care of her.”

Zhao Chen left after leaving some healing elixirs. Cang Wu brought her Senior Sister to her own room and waited quietly by the bedside, unable to shake the image of those blood-red, ferocious eyes from her mind.

When those eyes looked at her, they seemed to hold endless hatred, and at that moment, Senior Sister seemed like a completely different person—no longer gentle and warm, but sharp, pointed, and prickly with imposing energy.

Recalling it now, those contradictory temperaments seemed mixed together, making it hard to distinguish.

Cang Wu quietly watched the person on the bed breathing faintly and steadily, a rare look of scrutiny appearing in her eyes.

Was it a dream?

It must have been a dream.

Lan Shan Jun was trapped in her own consciousness. She stretched out her hand; the mixture of red and white colors was shocking. She felt no pain from a knife wound on her wrist that was almost down to the bone.

She remembered how that wound came to be: it was from when she wanted to kill Cang Wu, severing the vines and injuring herself in the process.

But why would she suddenly want to kill Cang Wu?

Lan Shan Jun closed her eyes to think deeply. At that moment, the black robe person raised the blade to her. She was not someone who would simply wait for death. The instant the blade fell, she opened that chaotic diagram.

Before she detached from that mist, Lan Shan Jun saw the black robe person’s blade frozen, as if time had stopped, fixing its motion there.

But her consciousness did not return to her own body. In her sight appeared another person—Cang Wu, covered in wounds, holding the Yue Cang Qiong sword.

“Lan Yan, you forced me.”

Lan Yan—the original owner’s name. Since Lan Shan Jun transmigrated when she was a baby, she never used that name.

Cang Wu, her eyes full of hatred and agony, approached her with the sword drawn. Lan Shan Jun’s heart stung, and she called out: “Cang Wu.”

Without hesitation, a sword pierced through her heart. Cang Wu’s attack was merciless; after killing the person, she even shattered the spirit core entirely.

In an instant, the anger rising in Lan Shan Jun’s heart almost consumed her. She watched as ‘herself’ woke up and then moved to kill Cang Wu.

The emotion of revenge was infinitely magnified. Lan Shan Jun could feel that relentless, undying anger gradually submerging and devouring her.

But Cang Wu killed Lan Yan, not her. These emotions should not belong to her.

Lan Shan Jun opened her eyes; her consciousness returned to her body.

Simultaneously, the person on the bed also opened her eyes.

Cang Wu saw the eyes turn toward her; the expression was the familiar warmth—it was her Senior Sister.

“Senior Sister!”

Cang Wu quickly went over and knelt by the bedside, her eyes bright with surprise and joy.

Lan Shan Jun recalled a vision from long ago when she was feeding the little yellow dog that wagged its tail whenever it saw her. How could such a cute and well-behaved Cang Wu possibly make her want to kill her?

Lan Shan Jun curved her lips, reached out to touch Cang Wu’s face, and spoke softly: “Could Junior Sister trouble me by pouring a cup of water?”

Her injured body was weak, and even her voice was hoarse.

“Yes!”

Cang Wu rose without hesitation.

After she turned around, the warmth in Lan Shan Jun’s eyes vanished.

“Book Spirit.”

“Is Lan Yan still existing?”

She was not a soul transmigration; she had transmigrated her soul and taken over this body. So where was the original owner, Lan Yan?

Lan Shan Jun had never considered this question over the years, assuming the world simply gave her this identity for the convenience of a transmigrator like herself. But recently, when her consciousness was drawn away, she lost control of this body.

Cang Wu had never killed her; she wouldn’t want revenge. Only Lan Yan, who had experienced death once, would harbor such deep killing intent and hatred toward Cang Wu.

Lan Shan Jun suddenly recalled that when the thought of ‘killing the villain’ first surfaced, her initial idea was to observe first before acting, but later it inexplicably became ‘the villain must die.’

It was Lan Yan influencing her. Lan Yan still existed, and she had been there all along.

Once Lan Shan Jun confirmed this, the Book Spirit responded: “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Book Spirit: “This was an accident. Her soul exists in this world, and forcibly erasing it violates the fundamental principles of the Heavenly Dao. However, don’t worry, I won’t let her come out again.”

Lan Shan Jun’s brow twitched slightly: “You? You have that much authority?”

The Book Spirit became angry, just like before, from her questioning: “I am the Book Spirit! Don’t look down on me!”

“Then, Book Spirit, do you know why she came out this time?” Lan Shan Jun asked.

Book Spirit: “The Chaotic Diagram.”

Lan Shan Jun did not ask further. She had already guessed the reason, as the description of Lan Yan’s death in the original text appeared only after the Chaotic Diagram was opened.

Lan Shan Jun had a bold guess: this still-existing Lan Yan might possess memories from her previous life.

If her guess was true, why would Lan Yan agree to let her, an outsider, occupy her body? Wouldn’t it be better for Lan Yan to take revenge and kill the villain herself?

On the point of killing the villain, the Book Spirit and Lan Yan shared the same inclination. Could it be that she also had a connection with the Book Spirit, that they had some kind of agreement?

The scales of fate would not tilt in favor of her, an outsider.

Regardless of the probability of this possibility, Lan Shan Jun had already erected her defenses, whether against Lan Yan or the Book Spirit.

“Senior Sister, the water.” Cang Wu brought the water cup, and to avoid making multiple trips, she held the kettle in her other hand.

Lan Shan Jun collected herself and drank two small sips of warm water from the cup held by her Junior Sister.

Cang Wu slowly raised her hand, momentarily losing control of the force, causing some water to spill over the woman’s lips, soaking her collarbone and neck area.

“Senior Sister, I’m sorry.”

Cang Wu quickly put down the teapot and teacup, raising her hand to wipe clean the water from her Senior Sister’s lips.

The distance between the two closed. Lan Shan Jun saw a small trace of blood seeping through the fabric on her shoulder.

That bite had been quite fierce.

“I should be the one apologizing to you,” Lan Shan Jun said apologetically. “I was out of my senses then and almost hurt you.”

Cang Wu looked seriously into her eyes: “That wasn’t Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan Jun was startled.

Cang Wu’s fingertip rubbed over her soft, moist lower lip, as if carefully wiping away the lingering water.

“If it wasn’t Senior Sister, who could it be?” Lan Shan Jun asked subconsciously. The slight itchiness on her lower lip made her instinctively flick out her tongue to lick the spot she had just touched.

“I don’t know.” Cang Wu saw that section of bright red tongue tip emerging to wipe the place she had just touched. Her eyes trembled and lowered. “It definitely wasn’t Senior Sister. Senior Sister isn’t like that; Senior Sister wouldn’t look at me that way.”

Not knowing what to say, she wanted to wrap her tail around her Senior Sister in a circle.

Lan Shan Jun’s heart was touched. In this unfamiliar world where she had no family, someone could actually recognize her—this specific person.

“Cang Wu.”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

Lan Shan Jun reached out and tightly hugged Cang Wu, taking a deep breath. She silently opened and closed her mouth toward the air:

“I will not let you kill her.”