Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 31

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

The next day was the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast.

Both Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu wore their white and gold school uniforms adorned with the Sun Cloud Pattern, complete with Yang Gu jade plaques at their waists and jade crowns and hair ties—the most formal attire for Yang Gu disciples.

Cang Wu did not yet know how to tie her hair up. Lan Shan Jun helped secure it, her fingers tracing the golden-threaded hair tie to its end, and she softly instructed: “Do not run around randomly when we reach the Vermillion Bird Hall.”

Cang Wu nodded obediently.

On the way from the guest courtyard to the Vermillion Bird Hall, Lan Shan Jun saw Xie Qing Shuang waiting at the Hall entrance, sword in hand. She was dressed in the exact same formal attire as them.

“Senior Sister Xie,” Lan Shan Jun performed a shallow bow.

Xie Qing Shuang nodded, her gaze quickly sweeping over the two of them, her voice clear and cool.

“Let’s go.”

For over a hundred years, Yang Gu had not participated in the disputes of the Four Halls. This time, the Eastern Lord (Dong Jun) bringing his disciples out of the valley led many Immortal Sects to speculate whether Yang Gu intended to become allied with the Vermillion Bird Hall.

The constant scrutiny from the surroundings made Lan Shan Jun a little unaccustomed to it.

As the hostess of this event, Ling Guang, the Young Hall Master of the Vermillion Bird Hall, was seated in the high position. Song Qing Cheng was to her lower left—that was the position of Fu Yu Island.

Xie Qing Shuang presented Yang Gu’s congratulatory gift, with Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu following behind her.

After the formal pleasantries, a disciple from the Vermillion Bird Hall guided the trio to their seats. The location was directly opposite Fu Yu Island, which immediately drew even more attention from the other Immortal Sects.

Everyone knew that the relationship between the Vermillion Bird Hall and Fu Yu Island was one of shared fortune and misfortune. Now, the Vermillion Bird Hall elevating Yang Gu’s status to be equal to Fu Yu Island’s seemed to implicitly confirm certain rumors.

Just as they were seated, a milky, childlike voice called from behind: “Sister Lan Shan~”

Lan Shan Jun turned her head to see Ling Guang approaching while carrying Huan Huan.

Ling Guang looked somewhat helpless: “I saw you above just now, and she insisted on coming to find you.”

“Come here,” Lan Shan Jun smiled and reached out to Huan Huan.

Huan Huan leaped out of her sister’s embrace and rushed straight toward Lan Shan Jun.

Lan Shan Jun held Huan Huan, letting her sit on her lap, and gave her a piece of fruit to nibble on.

“Huan Huan is so well-behaved.”

Huan Huan’s cheeks were rosy, and she was a little shy. She hugged the fruit and burrowed further into Lan Shan Jun’s embrace. Smelling the scent of Three Hearts Pure Lotus on her, she looked up at Lan Shan Jun and smiled: “Sister Lan Shan, you smell so good.”

A child’s words are the most sincere. The curve of Lan Shan Jun’s eyebrows widened even more.

Huan Huan was indeed very lovable; she wasn’t fussy, just quietly nestled in the embrace, playing with her fingers or her hair, entertaining herself.

Having found a new sister, she forgot her own elder sister. Ling Guang sighed helplessly, bent down, pinched Huan Huan’s little nose, and huffed: “Be good here, and your sister will come pick you up later.”

Huan Huan nodded like a chick pecking rice.

After all, she was the Young Hall Master; she still had to meet and exchange a few words with some Sect Leaders and Family Heads.

After Ling Guang left, Huan Huan nestled in Lan Shan Jun’s arms, clutching her hair tie and examining it closely. As she looked, she met a pair of unkind eyes.

Huan Huan was startled and then immediately buried her head deep into Lan Shan Jun’s embrace.

Cang Wu: “…”

“What’s wrong with Huan Huan?” Lan Shan Jun asked gently.

Huan Huan held on tightly and didn’t look up, pointing her little hand to the side and muttering muffledly: “Huan Huan is scared.”

Lan Shan Jun followed the direction she pointed and saw several familiar faces.

Liu Family Head Liu Ban Xin, and the young man who had been by her side last time at Yang Gu.

The Black-Bellied Red-Gold Snake from Liu Ban Xin’s waist had died on Yun Yang Peak last time; now she had coiled up a new one.

Huan Huan was likely frightened because of the snake on her. Lan Shan Jun withdrew her gaze and soothed Huan Huan softly, trying to soothe the chill that rose in her own heart upon seeing that long, hairless creature.

The congratulatory gift from the Liu Family was a Glazed Hundred-Leaf Grass. This divine herb had vanished from the Eight Realms a hundred years ago; perhaps only the Overseas Immortal Mountains could still hold traces of it now. This particular leaf, like glazed jade, emitted colored light, fulfilling the condition for Colored Light Glazed Jade, meaning it was a five-hundred-year-old Glazed Hundred-Leaf!

“I heard the Liu Family Head went out to sea not long ago and was injured upon return. Could this Glazed Hundred-Leaf Grass have been acquired from the Immortal Mountains by the Liu Family Head?”

“Does that even need thinking about? There’s no shadow of a Glazed Hundred-Leaf left in the Eight Realms. I didn’t expect the Liu Family to be so ruthless. Are they also trying to defect to the Vermillion Bird Hall? Then the Azure Dragon Hall will only be left with the Listening Snow Tower.”

“The Listening Snow Tower’s relationship with the Azure Dragon Hall has been strained these past few years. They might become neutral soon too.”

“It’s truly the case of flowers blooming and butterflies gathering, but when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.”

“Shh—”

A few faint discussions carried by the wind reached Lan Shan Jun’s ears. Those people were not inside the hall, or they wouldn’t be so presumptuous.

Lan Shan Jun couldn’t clearly hear the rest of the conversation. She looked at the Glazed Hundred-Leaf Grass in the Liu Family Head’s hand and wondered if a single herb could be this precious?

Lan Shan Jun shifted her body slightly and sent a sound transmission to Xie Qing Shuang: “Senior Sister Xie, what is this Glazed Hundred-Leaf Grass for?”

Xie Qing Shuang: “It is the medicinal guide for the Soul-Returning Elixir, capable of recreating a physical body and reshaping the spirit soul.”

Lan Shan Jun was still doubtful.

Xie Qing Shuang clarified: “If taken while alive, one will have two identical people. After death, if the Primordial Spirit remains intact, absorbing the Soul-Returning Elixir will reshape the physical body and grant regeneration.”

Lan Shan Jun understood—it was a second life.

The Liu Family was indeed generous.

A moment later, Xie Qing Shuang sent another transmission: “The reason for coming to the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast this time is for the Valley Master and the Eastern Lord to congratulate the Vermillion Bird Hall Master. Yang Gu’s stance of never participating in the affairs of the Four Halls will not change, so do not easily trust some rumors.”

Lan Shan Jun nodded.

Afterward, various Immortal Sects offered their congratulations one after another. Lan Shan Jun had heard of some Sects, but others made no impression. When the Jia Lan Mountain group arrived, Lan Shan Jun paid attention. The female protagonist, Ming Yu, was not the one leading, but quietly following at the very end, not attracting much notice.

Lan Shan Jun turned her gaze back to Xie Qing Shuang diagonally ahead. The female protagonist stood tall with a cold expression, showing no reaction to the arrival of a certain person.

Looking at it this way, the two female protagonists truly had not met yet.

Huan Huan fell asleep in Lan Shan Jun’s arms. A moment later, Ling Guang finished her duties and came to take her away, her words and actions filled with affection for her sister.

Lan Shan Jun watched this with complex emotions. When reading the original novel, she felt no strong emotion when the Four-Tailed Vermillion Bird perished; she only saw it as a crucial, indispensable link driving the plot forward. Seeing it happen right before her eyes now stirred a sense of pity.

“Ling Guang,” Lan Shan Jun stood up to call the departing Ling Guang.

The finger Xie Qing Shuang was tapping on the table stopped, and she slightly tilted her head.

Cang Wu, watching from the other side, lowered her eyes slightly.

Lan Shan Jun saw the sleeping Huan Huan and decided to use a sound transmission after thinking.

Upon realizing this, Xie Qing Shuang’s attention shifted. The gaze from diagonally behind her was so piercing that it made her want to draw her sword and fight on the spot.

After a while—

“Have you seen enough?” Xie Qing Shuang’s words carried a chill.

Cang Wu let out a soft snort: “Wanting to eavesdrop on others’ conversations—is this how the Valley Master taught you, Senior Sister?”

Xie Qing Shuang clenched the sword in her hand and looked over sideways.

Their gazes collided, neither yielding.

Suddenly, a smile curved the corner of Xie Qing Shuang’s lips. She glanced sideways at the sword in Cang Wu’s hand: “The Eastern Lord said Junior Sister Cang Wu has great talent in swordsmanship. I wonder if you have time tonight to give me a lesson.”

Before Cang Wu could utter a single ‘Yes,’ her mouth was covered by a hand exuding fragrance.

“Senior Sister Xie, Cang Wu has a date with me tonight,” Lan Shan Jun hugged Cang Wu from behind, afraid she might agree.

What was going on? She was only gone for a short while, how did these two make plans?

Senior Sister Xie! Don’t you know you should be meeting your official partner, your CP, tonight!

Cang Wu looked up at her Senior Sister with blinking eyes.

Lan Shan Jun smiled at her: “Junior Sister, didn’t we agree to watch the fireworks together?”

Cang Wu nodded slowly.

Xie Qing Shuang looked at Lan Shan Jun and, upon seeing the fleeting look of guilt in her eyes, sat up straight.

“Then that’s a real pity.”

Lan Shan Jun breathed a sigh of relief, released Cang Wu’s mouth, and returned to her seat.

Cang Wu seemed to have truly believed her words, her eyes shining brightly: “Senior Sister, when are we going?”

Lan Shan Jun looked at her: “?”

Go for real?

Often, one lie requires countless others to cover it up.

Lan Shan Jun smiled at her: “After this is over, a little later.”

Expectation began to well up in Cang Wu’s eyes.

The various Immortal Sects took their places. The Vermillion Bird Hall Master spoke, followed by the Sect Leaders and Family Heads of the various Immortal Sects. Lan Shan Jun felt a sense of resignation in her heart—things were the same everywhere.

Lan Shan Jun let the words go in one ear and out the other, daydreaming for a while, until the field suddenly fell into a brief chaos. She looked up and saw a palm-sized bell suspended in the center of the grand hall, which then grew larger and larger under the activation of the Vermillion Bird Hall Master until it could hold a person.

Lan Shan Jun was captivated—this must be the divine artifact, the Eastern Emperor Bell (Dong Huang Zhong).

The hand resting on her knee was suddenly grasped. Cang Wu’s face turned pale, and fine beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

“Senior Sister, I—I feel a bit unwell.”

Everyone’s attention was fixed on the Eastern Emperor Bell. Lan Shan Jun shifted her position slightly to the side, reached out to touch Cang Wu’s forehead, and immediately felt it was scorching hot upon contact.

“Senior Sister Xie, Cang Wu is feeling unwell. I will take her away first,” Lan Shan Jun sent a sound transmission to Xie Qing Shuang.

Xie Qing Shuang sat upright, taking a long time to respond.

Lan Shan Jun didn’t know if she was distracted by the Eastern Emperor Bell or simply hadn’t heard her, but Cang Wu looked extremely uncomfortable. In such a short time, she had lost all strength, collapsing limply onto her.

Lan Shan Jun was extremely anxious, carefully supporting Cang Wu and intending to leave immediately.

Suddenly, a Dragon’s Roar echoed from the upper hall. The Eastern Emperor Bell, now the size of a person, suddenly expanded and charged directly toward Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu.

The Dragon’s Roar seemed to come from within the Eastern Emperor Bell, reverberating in waves. With every wave, a layer of oppressive might descended upon everyone present.

Cang Wu, suppressed by her bloodline, could only barely maintain herself without kneeling. Facing the oncoming Eastern Emperor Bell, she couldn’t even lift a hand to block it.

She watched as her Senior Sister stepped in front of her, desperately wrapping around the Eastern Emperor Bell, refusing to let it move an inch further.

“Senior Sister…”

Everything happened too suddenly. Lan Shan Jun controlled the wind but only managed to momentarily halt the Eastern Emperor Bell.

The sound of the Dragon’s Roar emerged from the mouth of the bell, and the chains wrapped around the bell slowly shattered, finally turning into dust.

Lan Shan Jun’s nose, mouth, and eyes were bleeding from the shock. Every part of her body screamed at her to let go.

But now was not a time when she could choose to let go. If she let go, she and Cang Wu would die together. If she didn’t let go… they might also die together.

A cry was heard amidst the flames.

Lan Shan Jun’s eyes were bloodshot from the Dragon’s Roar, and her vision was entirely crimson. In a daze, she saw the Vermillion Bird Hall Master forcefully retracting the Eastern Emperor Bell.

The surroundings were noisy, filled with different voices.

“Is that Dragon’s Roar from the Azure Dragon Hall Master? Did she come too?”

“But didn’t the Dragon’s Roar come from inside the Eastern Emperor Bell?”

“The Eastern Emperor Bell was in the Azure Dragon Hall Master’s hands several hundred years ago. Perhaps she left a trace of her Dragon’s Roar inside it.”

Lan Shan Jun felt someone approach to support her. She quickly reached out to grab that person’s hand, anxiously saying: “My Junior Sister.”

Xie Qing Shuang lowered her eyes to look at the unconscious Cang Wu and curled the corner of her lips. Just as she was about to release Lan Shan Jun and move toward Cang Wu, Ling Guang had already appeared beside Cang Wu, halting her movement.

Ling Guang looked up: “Lan Shan, rest assured, I am here.”

Xie Qing Shuang smiled faintly at the Young Hall Master who had appeared so timely.