Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 32

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

The commotion involving the Eastern Emperor Bell at the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast caused the three Yang Gu disciples and the Vermillion Bird Hall Young Hall Master to leave early. Not long after, the Young Hall Master of the Xuan Wu Hall also departed.

Outside the door of the side hall, Ling Guang and Xie Qing Shuang stood side-by-side.

“Young Hall Master, why do you think the Eastern Emperor Bell lost control and attacked Cang Wu?” Xie Qing Shuang spoke up.

The Eastern Emperor Bell now belonged to the Vermillion Bird Hall. Was she suspecting that the Vermillion Bird Hall was manipulating things behind the scenes?

Ling Guang pondered for a moment, assuming Xie Qing Shuang was trying to probe the Vermillion Bird Hall’s stance.

“Senior Sister Xie, rest assured, my mother told me previously that she is a close friend of the Yang Gu Valley Master and the Eastern Lord. The Vermillion Bird Hall will absolutely not harm Yang Gu disciples. Furthermore, Lan Shan and Cang Wu are my friends, and I would never wish to see anything bad happen to them in the Vermillion Bird Hall,” Ling Guang said sincerely.

The implication was clear: this incident was definitely not perpetrated by the Vermillion Bird Hall.

Xie Qing Shuang realized this Young Hall Master was rather straightforward.

She changed the subject: “I heard the Eastern Emperor Bell is renowned for its power to suppress heaven and earth and exterminate evil spirits. Could it be…”

Ling Guang picked up on the hint, and a sense of crisis washed over her: “Senior Sister Xie means there is a Sea Demon at the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast!?”

Xie Qing Shuang: “…”

Forget it.

Inside the room—

Lan Shan Jun kept vigil by the bedside. The blood streaks in her eyes from the Dragon’s Roar had not yet faded, making her look startling at first glance.

However, the person before her was Zhao Chen, who could not see.

“Don’t worry too much. Cang Wu is only weak from that Dragon’s Roar; the roar didn’t cause her any real harm. It’s you who is more seriously injured than her,” Zhao Chen sighed softly. “If this continues, I’ll have to be proficient in both Elixirs and Medicine.”

Lan Shan Jun opened her mouth; there was still a slight metallic, bloody taste in her throat.

“Thank you for your trouble.”

Zhao Chen shook her head with a light laugh: “Lan Shan, you really are too polite.”

“Rest well. I cannot stay away for too long either.” Zhao Chen stood up.

Lan Shan Jun walked her out.

As she opened the door, Ling Guang rushed forward to ask anxiously: “Is she alright?”

Zhao Chen: “Lan Shan’s internal injuries are quite severe, but Cang Wu is fine.”

Ling Guang made a confused sound of acknowledgement. Lan Shan, standing before her, was gravely injured, while Cang Wu, lying inside, was okay?

This seemed to be somewhat beyond Xie Qing Shuang’s expectations as well. She looked at Lan Shan Jun; the woman’s features were gentle and graceful, and her pale complexion showed a trace of frailty.

This was not the person from her memory, but she was certainly more likable than that person.

“Lan Shan, you rest well. I will handle matters on the Vermillion Bird Grand Feast side.”

Since the various Immortal Sects were still at the Vermillion Bird Hall, someone from Yang Gu needed to remain present.

“Yes, yes, you hurry and rest. Mother has already arranged for specialized spiritual medicine to repair injuries from the Dragon’s Roar. I will bring you plenty later,” Ling Guang carefully helped Lan Shan Jun back inside.

In her peripheral vision, Lan Shan Jun saw Xie Qing Shuang and Zhao Chen leaving the doorway, and she grabbed Ling Guang’s arm.

“Don’t forget.”

Ling Guang paused, remembering the instruction Lan Shan Jun had given her earlier concerning Huan Huan. Although she was confused, she carried out the request.

“I haven’t forgotten. It’s already prepared.”

Lan Shan Jun felt relieved.

Besides the bed in the side hall, there was also a couch. The bed was large enough for Lan Shan Jun to lie beside Cang Wu, but Lan Shan Jun insisted on taking the couch. Ling Guang couldn’t force her.

Only after Ling Guang left did Lan Shan Jun finally release the tightness in her chest, covering her mouth to suppress a muffled cough. Her palm was wet and warm, and a few drops of blood dripped through her fingers.

Lying on her back on the couch, Lan Shan Jun felt drowsy.

A single Dragon’s Roar had almost killed her on the spot. In this world, the Four Divine Beasts truly were beings at the peak of power. No wonder so many Immortal Sects chose to align themselves with the Four Halls.

“Why did you block her?” the Book Spirit asked worriedly. “If the Vermillion Bird Hall Master had acted even a moment later, you would have truly died in the main hall.”

Lan Shan Jun responded with a cold snort: “Are you afraid I’ll die, or are you upset that Cang Wu didn’t die under the Eastern Emperor Bell?”

“Book Spirit, are the protagonists the only ones in your world? Are all the people who stand in front of them nothing more than ants?”

The Book Spirit did not answer, and silence fell over her mind once more.

Just as Lan Shan Jun was about to let her consciousness go blank, a soft whimper suddenly reached her ear—a sound filled with pleading and sorrow, like a child cruelly abandoned.

She opened her eyes and looked toward the bed. Cang Wu was frowning deeply, her lips moving.

Wiping the bloodstains from her hand, Lan Shan Jun slowly approached the bedside, placed her hand on her brow, and softly comforted the one trapped in the nightmare: “It’s alright now, Senior Sister is here.”

Cang Wu’s consciousness was within her Sea of Consciousness, but the Sea of Consciousness was a void, small, only able to accommodate her spirit soul.

Outside the Sea of Consciousness, there seemed to be another figure. Cang Wu could not see her appearance, but the connection in her bloodline clearly told her that was her mother.

Her mother had personally suppressed her inside the Eastern Emperor Bell.

“No,” Cang Wu struggled, but it was useless.

Her mother’s voice seemed to come from near and far—

[Go find her.]

The thread connecting the mother-daughter bloodline suddenly snapped. Cang Wu opened her eyes abruptly, her mood difficult to calm. There was grievance and sadness, along with an irrepressible anger.

She tightly gripped the hand of the woman before her and questioned harshly: “Why?”

Why abandon her?

One suppression wasn’t enough; she was afraid she would escape, so she left a Dragon’s Roar inside to suppress her further.

When her vision cleared, Cang Wu’s breathing hitched, and the strength instantly left her fingers.

“Senior Sister?”

Lan Shan Jun inhaled sharply, tapped her brow: “Let go, you’re hurting me.”

“What did you dream about to be so angry?”

Cang Wu saw the faint bruises on her Senior Sister’s wrist and immediately sat up, grasping that section of her wrist with guilt: “I’m sorry, Senior Sister.”

Lan Shan Jun hesitated for a moment, intending to pull her hand away, but then heard Cang Wu’s reply: “Senior Sister, I was abandoned by my mother.”

“She doesn’t want me.”

Lan Shan Jun paused. Seeing Cang Wu lean toward her, she didn’t dodge this time. Cang Wu reached out and hugged her waist. Lan Shan Jun looked at the head pressed against her waist and raised her hand to stroke it.

“Senior Sister is still here.”

Her Junior Sister was truly a little bitter melon.

The sweet and metallic taste surged again. Lan Shan Jun tilted her head, trying to suppress it, but with an involuntary low cough, a few specks of blood landed on her outer robe, like plum blossoms decorating it.

“Senior Sister?” Cang Wu quickly got up to check.

Lan Shan Jun waved her hand, forcing a strained smile: “It’s nothing.”

“How is it nothing?” Cang Wu grew a little angry at her appearance. She then thought of what happened in the hall, and Cang Wu couldn’t help but realize this was a fundamental injury from the Dragon’s Roar.

“Ling Guang has already prepared spiritual medicine; it really is fine.”

Cang Wu said without thinking: “She’s just a bird, not a Dragon; how would she know the power of a Dragon’s Roar.”

Her tone was anxious and carried a hint of disdain.

Lan Shan Jun pointed out the disrespect in her words with slight displeasure: “Cang Wu, no matter what, Ling Guang is a Young Hall Master; you cannot speak so carelessly.”

Remembering that her Senior Sister preferred obedience and docility, Cang Wu could only nod sullenly.

“Senior Sister, close your eyes.”

Lan Shan Jun looked at her: “What for?”

“Just close them,” Cang Wu pleaded.

Lan Shan Jun sighed helplessly and slowly closed her eyes.

Confirming her Senior Sister truly couldn’t see, Cang Wu lifted her hair and reached behind her neck. A layer of dragon scales emerged in a hidden spot. Her fingertips pinched off a scale from within and pulled it out with force!

Plucking a dragon scale barehanded was like a person cutting off a piece of flesh with a sharp blade.

She clenched her other fist to suppress the muffled grunt, and a drop of cold sweat fell from Cang Wu’s forehead.

The scale, dotted with a little dragon blood, shone with a faint blue color, resembling cold jade from a deep pool—a supreme treasure.

“Cang Wu, you…”

Lan Shan Jun’s eyelashes trembled. A cool sensation pressed between her lips. Initially cold and hard upon contact, it soon seemed to melt between her teeth and lips, finally seeping into her meridians.

Feeling the pain in her body gradually disappear, even the penetrating wound on her shoulder seemed to be healing rapidly, Lan Shan Jun opened her eyes in surprise.

Cang Wu was looking at her with a smile, eyes curved.

“What did you just feed me?” Lan Shan Jun asked.

Cang Wu vaguely replied: “Master gave it to me before we left the Valley. She said it’s very good medicine.”

Seeing that she mentioned the Eastern Lord, Lan Shan Jun didn’t press further, though she felt a little regret. This medicine worked instantly; it must be a rare and precious cure, and Cang Wu just gave it to her.

Cang Wu saw the look on her face and quickly added before she could speak: “I have more here, Senior Sister, don’t worry.”

Lan Shan Jun reached out and stroked her face: “Don’t be so wasteful next time.”

The spiritual medicine Ling Guang prepared, even if it wasn’t as good as this, would still be greatly beneficial for her injuries.

Cang Wu pressed against the woman’s palm, the corners of her lips lifting into a smile: “Giving it to Senior Sister is not a waste.”

“Senior Sister, are we still watching the fireworks?”

Her beautiful eyes were full of anticipation. Lan Shan Jun could not refuse.

“Yes.”

The Vermillion Bird Grand Feast continued until evening, when there was indeed going to be a grand fireworks display. This display was also the countdown to the great fire in Bu Ye City.

The sky slowly darkened. The brightness of Bu Ye City was no longer provided by the sun. Accompanied by the cry of the Vermillion Bird, the Vermillion Bird Hall, suspended in the center of the giant Vermillion Bird structure, illuminated the entire city. The night of Bu Ye City truly began.

Sending a message to Ling Guang, Lan Shan Jun led Cang Wu out of the Vermillion Bird Hall.

They found the same restaurant where Ling Guang had taken them on the first day. The owner remembered them as friends of the Young Hall Master and welcomed them upstairs enthusiastically.

This restaurant was the tallest place in Bu Ye City, apart from the Vermillion Bird Hall, making it the perfect spot to watch the fireworks.

Carrying a pot of clear wine, Lan Shan Jun flew to the top of the building and looked down at the prosperity of Bu Ye City.

Who could have imagined that in a short while, this place would be engulfed in flames?

“Senior Sister, it’s a bit cold up here,” Cang Wu looked pleadingly at her Senior Sister.

Lan Shan Jun thought for a moment and set up a wind shield around her with spiritual energy. If there was no wind, it shouldn’t be cold, right?

Cang Wu said again: “Senior Sister, it’s not the wind that’s cold.”

Lan Shan Jun suddenly remembered Cang Wu’s previous injury; although the cold qi had been removed, she would still be sensitive to the cold these past few days.

This was a recurring aftereffect.

With no other choice, Lan Shan Jun reached out and pulled her into an embrace.

Cang Wu stopped complaining about the cold.

“Senior Sister seems to have something on her mind?” Cang Wu played with a lock of Lan Shan Jun’s hair hanging down. It felt cool and smooth, carrying the refreshing scent she loved.

Lan Shan Jun was wondering how to gloss over the situation when brilliant fireworks exploded before her eyes.

“Look, fireworks.”

The fireworks in the sky were like a hundred flowers blooming, while somewhere in Bu Ye City, a fire was quietly igniting.

They stood at the highest point, able to see the people in Bu Ye City being drawn toward the Vermillion Bird Hall by the fireworks, and at the same time, they saw that figure continuously darting through Bu Ye City.

Black robe, masked.

Wherever the black robe passed, flames quickly spread, fierce and unstoppable.

Lan Shan Jun scoffed inwardly.

Not only a thief, but also an arsonist.

Drip, drip…

For the first time, it rained in Bu Ye City—a sudden torrential downpour precisely targeting every point of ignition, and closely pursuing the black-robed figure ahead.

The great fire rose and fell. The black-robed arsonist finally realized something was wrong. She abruptly turned around and met the gaze of the two figures above from the high building.

Under the desolate half-moon, the clothes of the two figures on the high tower fluttered and intertwined.

“Tss—”

The fire in her hand was extinguished by the falling raindrops. The black-robed figure stood drenched in a localized downpour.

The next instant, a gleaming long saber appeared in the black-robed person’s hand.

Cang Wu squinted, straightened her body, slowly drew her Crane’s Beak sword, and stood beside Lan Shan Jun, pointing her sword down at the black-robed person from above.