Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 30

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

The exhale of breath accompanied by her words landed on Lan Shan Jun’s skin. Lan Shan Jun couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. She looked down in surprise, meeting Cang Wu’s gaze.

Cang Wu’s eyes were innocent and a little curious. Her palm rested against her Senior Sister’s chest, feeling the beat beneath her hand.

“Senior Sister’s heart is beating so fast.”

That single sentence jolted Lan Shan Jun awake. She quickly removed Cang Wu’s hand and pulled her own clothes back up, covering herself completely.

“Cang Wu, you… why did you just…” The words died on her lips. Lan Shan Jun’s face was flushed and her ears were hot. She scooted further into the bed, putting some distance between herself and Cang Wu before she felt she could breathe easily again.

Cang Wu spoke directly: “Why did I kiss Senior Sister?”

“Is it not allowed to kiss?”

“It is not allowed,” Lan Shan Jun replied quickly. “I am your Senior Sister; you cannot kiss me.”

Cang Wu’s eyes looked lonely: “Senior Sister used to let me kiss her.”

Lan Shan Jun recalled that ‘past,’ which was only a few months ago. At that time, Cang Wu was tiny and loved to kiss her cheek.

But how could that be the same!?

“Kissing the face and kissing the body are different,” Lan Shan Jun said patiently.

Cang Wu pressed: “How are they different?”

Lan Shan Jun explained: “People who are close can kiss the cheek to express affection, but other places are only for people who are closer.”

Cang Wu looked at her: “Senior Sister is the person closest to me.”

Lan Shan Jun took a deep breath, forcing a smile: “When you have someone you love later, that will be the person closest to you—your wife.”

Cang Wu answered without hesitation: “Isn’t a Senior Sister a wife?”

Lan Shan Jun: “…”

Where did such ridiculous talk come from?

“Cang Wu,” Lan Shan Jun sat upright, prepared to correct her thinking properly. “We are fellow disciples, so we are Senior and Junior Sisters—close family. A wife is different. Although a wife is also family, that is the person who will accompany you for your entire life, your most trustworthy and unique one.”

Cang Wu listened attentively and summarized: “Senior Sister is my family, Senior Sister also said she will always accompany me, and I only have one Senior Sister, so she is my most trustworthy and unique one.”

After speaking, Cang Wu looked up at Lan Shan Jun, her eyes clearly broadcasting the thought: Isn’t a Senior Sister a wife?

Lan Shan Jun: “…”

You can’t just connect the dots that way.

“You can have many Senior Sisters, but you can only have one wife,” Lan Shan Jun tallied for her. “Look, Senior Sister Xie is a Senior Sister, Senior Sister Yue of the Hidden Gold Chamber is a Senior Sister, and there are…”

Lan Shan Jun listed a string of Senior Sisters.

“A Senior Sister is not a wife,” Cang Wu seemed to understand.

Lan Shan Jun nodded with relief.

“Then can Senior Sister become a wife?”

Lan Shan Jun didn’t react for a moment and nodded instinctively. Realizing what she had agreed to, she saw a pair of expectant eyes.

“A ‘wife’ is not just a title; it requires two people to mutually love and treat each other with sincerity,” Lan Shan Jun explained quickly, afraid she would substitute the concept again. “This kind of love is not the affection you have for a Senior Sister. I treat you as a Junior Sister, which is also not that kind of love, so we don’t mutually love each other. Do you… understand what I mean?”

The joy on Cang Wu’s face disappeared, and her gaze slowly shifted to the tooth mark above Lan Shan Jun’s collarbone.

“That spot, was that bitten out by Senior Sister’s wife? She was not nice to Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan Jun’s hand reached up to touch the mark, her brows furrowed and a flicker of disgust in her eyes. When she faced Cang Wu again, she spoke with more patience and warmth: “No, it was a Snake Demon.”

“Then does Senior Sister have a wife?”

“No.”

Lan Shan Jun lay down, leaving some space for Cang Wu on the outside. She closed her eyes. “Sleep.”

Cang Wu wasn’t happy. She took off her outer robe and lay beside her Senior Sister, unable to stop turning sideways to stare at her.

The room quieted down. Just as Lan Shan Jun was drifting off to sleep, the person beside her suddenly moved closer, and a scent that wasn’t her own invaded her nostrils.

Lan Shan Jun’s eyelashes fluttered.

A moist, warm kiss landed on her cheek, touching and retreating instantly, without any further transgression.

Lan Shan Jun let out a quiet sigh of relief in her heart.

The next morning, Ling Guang brought many precious tonics to visit and had their courtyard renovated and rebuilt.

Zhao Chen followed Ling Guang and brought Lan Shan Jun a piece of news—

She had successfully refined the elixir.

However, since Lan Shan Jun was newly injured, taking the elixir now might be detrimental to her health. Zhao Chen advised her it was not too late to take it after her injuries had fully healed.

Lan Shan Jun held the elixir in her hand. After thinking for a moment, she gave some of the Lotus Heart Tea she brought from Ta Yun Ju (Cloud Treading Residence) to Zhao Chen.

“Thank you for your trouble.”

The pure fragrance of the Lotus Heart Tea was refreshing. Zhao Chen sighed: “This is truly fine tea.”

Lan Shan Jun pursed her lips and smiled politely: “I’m glad you like it.”

“What good stuff is it? Let me see,” Ling Guang leaned over.

Just as the courtyard was finished tidying, the group gathered around the stone table to brew tea.

As the familiar scent spread, Zhao Chen and Ling Guang praised it repeatedly, full of anticipation for the Lotus Heart Tea.

The tea was poured into the cups. Ling Guang couldn’t wait to taste it. Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu’s eyes simultaneously turned toward her; their own teacups were placed far from their hands.

“Heh heh.” Ling Guang wasn’t afraid of heat, but she knew to savor tea slowly. She took a small sip and smacked her lips.

Her expression froze instantly, and Ling Guang’s features scrunched up.

She looked up at the two onlookers opposite her, immediately realizing something, and pointed at them, unable to speak.

“What’s wrong?” Zhao Chen asked them.

Seeing that Zhao Chen hadn’t drunk hers yet, Ling Guang suppressed the bitter taste and said: “Nothing, it tastes great.”

Ye Sheng, who stood behind Zhao Chen, stepped forward and whispered: “Young Master, this tea—”

Zhao Chen raised a hand to stop her words, while slowly tilting her cup with the other hand.

Four pairs of eyes stared at her.

Zhao Chen took a sip. Her expression did not shift an inch, but her normally slightly upturned lips were now pursed into a straight line. She silently picked up the veil beside her and put it back on.

“Hahahahahaha—” Ling Guang burst into hearty laughter, nearly slapping the table.

Lan Shan Jun also chuckled softly. But then she thought about it and realized something wasn’t quite right.

“When I was at Yang Gu, Senior Sister Xie said the taste of this tea changes with one’s cultivation realm, and cultivators at the Clear Soul Realm can taste its true flavor.”

Ling Guang poured herself a cup of clear water and drank several sips to suppress the bitterness before saying: “Your Senior Sister lied to you. She definitely wanted you to drink it again after your breakthrough, to make you suffer the bitterness one more time.”

“But I can’t believe your Senior Sister would play tricks on people. The few times I’ve seen her, she was always so cold.”

Lan Shan Jun hadn’t expected Xie Qing Shuang to have tricked her. Luckily, Ling Guang and the others had drunk it today. Otherwise, given Lan Shan Jun’s nature, she might truly have tried it again after breaking through.

“Do you have any more of this tea? Give me some to take back for Qing Cheng to try,” Ling Guang smiled slyly.

“I do,” Lan Shan Jun replied, giving her a well-aged portion.

The two exchanged a smile, sharing an unspoken understanding.

Zhao Chen recovered and spoke: “Tomorrow is the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast.”

The mention of serious matters made Lan Shan Jun and Ling Guang become more reserved.

“Alas—” Ling Guang sighed, her eyebrows furrowed. “We spent all yesterday catching Sea Demons, almost turning Bu Ye Cheng upside down, but Mother is still worried something will go wrong tomorrow.”

“The Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s worry is not without reason,” Zhao Chen paused. “The Sea Demons are likely to cause trouble again.”

“When I came over just now, I ran into the Young Master of the Listening Snow Tower. She just finished dealing with the matters at Bu Xian Xian and should be at the Vermillion Bird Hall now.”

Ling Guang’s gaze shifted to Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu: “Weren’t Lan Shan and Cang Wu present during the Sea Demon incident at Bu Xian Xian?”

Lan Shan Jun nodded.

Just as she was about to speak, someone outside the courtyard suddenly waved at her.

“Lan Shan!” Mo Huai Sheng held her short flute high, afraid the person inside couldn’t see her.

“Huai Sheng,” Lan Shan Jun stood up to greet her.

Ling Guang propped her chin and looked over: “So that’s the Listening Snow Tower Young Master? She truly lives up to her reputation for competing with Qing Cheng on the Heavenly Secrets Ranking—a fine young man indeed.”

“But is her relationship with Lan Shan really that good?”

Ling Guang looked at Cang Wu. The sight startled her; the Junior Sister who was always so obediently following Lan Shan in her memory suddenly seemed like a different person, watching the Young Master with a slightly strained, grinding-teeth look.

Ling Guang sensed something was off. She nudged closer to Cang Wu: “Cang Wu?”

Cang Wu suppressed her emotions and replied indifferently: “What is it?”

“Your Senior Sister has such good popularity. Are you happy?”

Cang Wu glanced at her.

Do I look happy to you?

Ling Guang returned to her original spot, a meaningful look in her eyes, and said: “I understand.”

Cang Wu didn’t understand her meaning, and her gaze returned to her Senior Sister.

Lan Shan Jun welcomed Mo Huai Sheng into the courtyard, adding another person to the small yard.

Mo Huai Sheng first introduced herself, then Lan Shan Jun introduced Ling Guang and Zhao Chen, and Ye Sheng who was standing guard.

“Mother is discussing tomorrow’s feast with the Vermillion Bird Hall Master. I heard you were staying in the guest courtyard, so I came looking for you,” Mo Huai Sheng sat next to Lan Shan Jun. “Did I interrupt you?”

“Not at all,” Lan Shan Jun replied with a smile, pouring her a cup of tea.

Mo Huai Sheng accepted the cup and thanked her, then drank it down without thinking.

“Cough, cough—”

Mo Huai Sheng managed to swallow half of it, while the other half choked out.

This was truly unintentional on Lan Shan Jun’s part; she had forgotten it was the Lotus Heart Tea. Although she and Mo Huai Sheng were friends, it wasn’t to the extent of playing tricks.

“Sorry, sorry, let me wipe that for you.”

Lan Shan Jun quickly apologized, grabbing a handkerchief to wipe the tea from the other person’s hands and clothes. When she reached her lips, Lan Shan Jun hesitated. Mo Huai Sheng consciously took the handkerchief and wiped herself clean.

“Crack—”

The teacup in Cang Wu’s hand shattered with a loud noise.

Ling Guang raised an eyebrow: Ooh.

Lan Shan Jun had just finished dealing with the mess and turned to check Cang Wu’s hand: “Are you hurt?”

A cut had opened on her palm. Lan Shan Jun frowned and instinctively moved to blow on it, but the conversation they had last night rushed into her mind, and her movements froze momentarily.

Cang Wu watched her Senior Sister hesitate, then took out a bottle of elixir and placed it on the table without opening it, as if expecting her to open it and apply the medicine herself.

Cang Wu: “…”

Zhao Chen couldn’t see, but she sensed the change in the atmosphere around them—it was somewhat solidified.

Cang Wu stared straight at her Senior Sister. Lan Shan Jun remained unmoved.

“Aiya, let me do it, let me do it,” Ling Guang reached for the medicine bottle on the table.

Cang Wu was faster. She opened the bottle with one hand and haphazardly poured the powder onto the wound, as if out of spite.

Lan Shan Jun couldn’t watch any longer. She pulled Cang Wu’s hand over and evenly spread the powder on the wound.

Cang Wu curled her lips: “Thank you, Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan Jun acknowledged her awkwardly with an ‘Mm’ while tending to the wound.

[Isn’t a Senior Sister a wife?]

This sentence was inexplicably deeply imprinted in her memory. Every time Lan Shan Jun heard Cang Wu call her ‘Senior Sister,’ she thought of it.

Sinful, sinful. How could a Senior Sister be a wife?

It seemed she had copied the Calming Heart Incantation too few times. She needed to make Cang Wu copy it with her tonight.