Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 34

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

When Lan Shan Jun rushed to the rear hall with her sword, she saw that Ling Guang had indeed stationed extra guards—all of them Clear Soul Realm masters—in front of Huan Huan’s sleeping quarters.

Lan Shan Jun showed them Ling Guang’s jade plaque. After the formation cultivators guarding the door meticulously inspected and verified it, they allowed her to enter.

Huan Huan’s sleeping quarters were furnished identically to those of the Young Hall Master, Ling Guang. Following the route Ling Guang had described to her, Lan Shan Jun found Huan Huan playing alone with a mechanical bird.

“Huan Huan,” Lan Shan Jun called out.

Huan Huan looked up in surprise and walked toward her unsteadily. The mechanical bird that had been flying above, happily entertaining Huan Huan, quickly descended, opening its mouth to grasp Huan Huan’s clothes near her shoulder, helping her maintain her balance.

“Sister Lan Shan!”

Huan Huan threw herself into Lan Shan Jun’s embrace, her little face flushed.

Lan Shan Jun smiled as she patted the small feather on her head, then looked up at the completely unobstructed courtyard sky, using both hands to firmly lift Huan Huan and walk toward the hall.

“Huan Huan, shall we go inside and play?”

“Okay.”

As Lan Shan Jun held the child, preparing to enter the hall, a dangerous and intensely oppressive aura suddenly struck from behind. Lan Shan Jun turned around almost without hesitation, raising her sword to defend herself at maximum speed.

The sword in her hand could not block the palm strike; it instantly snapped. In that critical moment, Lan Shan Jun could only shift her body to shield Huan Huan. The palm wind landed squarely on her back shoulder, followed by Lan Shan Jun feeling something surge through her meridians before slowly subsiding within a breath.

“Hm?”

A ringing echoed in Lan Shan Jun’s ears, accompanied by a sound of confusion.

A metallic sweetness surged up her throat, and Lan Shan Jun felt warm blood dripping from her chin onto the back of her hand.

This person was powerful. Lan Shan Jun knew clearly in her heart that the opponent likely hadn’t used even one-tenth of their strength for that palm strike. The opponent’s cultivation realm was at least the Great Void Realm Completion, if not the Void Returning Immortal Realm.

“Sister Lan Shan!” Huan Huan cried out.

“Don’t… don’t be afraid.”

Lan Shan Jun knelt halfway, bending her knees. She looked up toward the outside of the hall. The woman’s figure stood silhouetted against the light, her face obscured.

“You’re actually alright?” The woman’s voice held astonishment and surprise.

Lan Shan Jun protected Huan Huan and forcibly pushed herself up to a standing position. The surrounding wind instantly began to move, invisibly concealing countless wind blades, forming a protective circle around Lan Shan Jun and Huan Huan.

“To withstand my palm strike and still be able to stand—very few Clear Soul Realm cultivators could manage that.”

The woman stepped into the sharp winds one step at a time, yet the winds, sharp as blades and swords, couldn’t even ruffle the corner of her robes. With just a slight release of her spiritual power, she could have pacified everything in the hall.

“A disciple of the Eastern Lord? You seem very surprised to see me.” The woman arrived in front of Lan Shan Jun and looked down, observing the emotion in her eyes. “You know me?”

Lan Shan Jun didn’t know how to describe the person before her. The woman’s features—how could they resemble Cang Wu’s so closely?

Who was this person?

Her chin was gripped forcefully, causing Lan Shan Jun to frown in pain.

“Or perhaps you know Yun Chi?” The woman’s voice was low and cold, much like the palm strike she had just executed, carrying an uncomfortable pressure.

“No, I don’t know her,” Lan Shan Jun raised her face to look at her, her shallow eyes reflecting the woman’s silhouette.

Up close, Lan Shan Jun noticed that the woman’s eye area seemed to have something like scales, the color of black obsidian, layered one upon another, extending all the way to her neck.

“Who are you?” Lan Shan Jun’s heart pounded like a drum, but she still dared to ask the question.

This woman had not appeared in the original text; she was an unexpected anomaly Lan Shan Jun had not considered.

The woman gave a slight, mocking smile. Her hand moved down to grasp Lan Shan Jun’s throat. Spiritual power surged madly from her palm into the other person’s body, a profound, deep red spiritual power tinged with a slight, unnoticeable green.

A chilling aura struck again. Before Lan Shan Jun could feel discomfort, the aura was neutralized within her body.

Very strange.

“Sister Lan Shan!” Huan Huan rubbed her hands together to form a small fireball and struck the woman’s hand, but such a meager force was like dust before the woman.

“Huan Huan, run—” A blue vein popped on Lan Shan Jun’s forehead. The words she managed to squeeze out were hoarse and barely audible.

“Run?” The woman let out a disdainful scoff. With her other hand, she conjured Huan Huan out of thin air, her palm acting like a sharp blade as it passed directly through Huan Huan’s small body.

Scalding blood splashed across half of Lan Shan Jun’s face. Her eyes stared blankly, and a tear involuntarily tracked down her cheek.

Huan Huan…

“Is the Four-Tailed Vermillion Bird really this fragile?” The woman tossed Huan Huan’s corpse aside, then proceeded to extract her Primordial Spirit.

The tiny Vermillion Bird spirit nestled in the woman’s palm.

“No—”

Huan Huan’s Primordial Spirit dissipated along with the fading echo of Lan Shan Jun’s cry.

“How interesting. You are actually unaffected by this thing.” The woman released her hand; the infusion of spiritual power ceased abruptly. She looked at Lan Shan Jun with amusement. “If it were anyone else, they would have dissolved into a pool of blood by now. I originally intended to kill you directly, but now I feel you cannot die yet.”

“It happens that I’m missing a ‘helper’.”

The woman waved her hand, and Lan Shan Jun’s vision went black. Before losing consciousness, she managed to tuck away the partially revealed Chaos Diagram.

In the front hall, the corpses of Sea Demons were piled up like mountains. Perhaps the teleportation arrays in Bu Ye City had been sealed, as no more Sea Demons attacked. The cultivators, finally able to catch their breath, began discussing the events with those around them.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s expression was complex. A streak of golden light flashed in the distance, arriving beside her in an instant.

“You’ve come.”

The newcomer wore the robes of Fu Yu Island. Her features were elegant and gentle, and she held a compass in her hand.

“We have already replaced and reinforced the formations in Bu Ye City. This incident is Fu Yu Island’s responsibility. It is my fault for not noticing Bai Xu sooner, allowing a traitor to enter Bu Ye City.”

“Let’s not talk about that first. Did these Sea Demons not plan on leaving Bu Ye City alive? What were they after?”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master questioned.

The Fu Yu Island Master gently shook her head: “When I controlled Bai Xu, she was about to end her own life, saying, ‘All of this is for the Hall Master.’ She revealed nothing else.”

Hall Master? What person in the Four Seas could still be called ‘Hall Master’?

“She died?” the Vermillion Bird Hall Master asked.

The Fu Yu Island Master’s fingertips slid across the compass as she laid down an imprisonment formation over the remaining Sea Demons below, not forgetting to reply to the Vermillion Bird Hall Master: “Do I look that useless to you, unable to keep hold of even one person?”

She didn’t die, then.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master curled her lips slightly.

“I heard Bu Xian Xian also encountered Sea Demons not long ago,” the Fu Yu Island Master looked at her after setting up the formation. “You don’t think that was a coincidence, do you?”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master was about to nod when two Vermillion Bird symbols suddenly appeared in the sky—a signal used by Vermillion Bird Hall disciples for aid.

And the two directions indicated were one: the Vermillion Bird Saber, and the other: Huan Huan’s sleeping quarters.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s face instantly darkened. She glanced at the Fu Yu Island Master, and the two shared a look of tacit understanding.

Before leaving, the Vermillion Bird Hall Master dissolved the barrier around Cang Wu. “Go find your Senior Sister.”

Then the Vermillion Bird Hall Master headed toward the underground altar where the Vermillion Bird Saber was kept. The Fu Yu Island Master rushed toward the rear hall.

A formation activated beneath the Fu Yu Island Master’s feet, and she vanished in a blink.

Cang Wu spurred her sword in the fastest way possible toward the direction her Senior Sister had vanished—which was also the direction of the rear hall. Several people were following behind her, but she paid them no mind; all she wanted was to see her Senior Sister quickly.

There were no Sea Demon corpses in the rear hall, but the guarding cultivators all had their hearts gouged out and their Primordial Spirits utterly destroyed.

“You killed Huan Huan!?”

The Fu Yu Island Master’s angry shout was clearly transmitted to her ears. Cang Wu’s expression changed, and she left only an afterimage where she stood.

Rushing to the front of the hall, Cang Wu’s breath hitched.

Her Senior Sister sat on the ground with vacant eyes, her hands covered in blood. Huan Huan’s small corpse lay beside her.

Hearing the noise, Lan Shan Jun slowly raised her head to look at the Fu Yu Island Master and broke into a smile: “It was me.”

“You deserve to die!” The Fu Yu Island Master could no longer maintain her composure. Her Great Void Realm Completion spiritual power condensed in her palm, aiming for Lan Shan Jun’s forehead.

Lan Shan Jun neither dodged nor hid; she even closed her eyes.

Seeing this, Cang Wu quickly flashed forward to block in front of her Senior Sister. She drew her sword and pointed it at the Fu Yu Island Master.

“It wasn’t my Senior Sister!”

The Fu Yu Island Master hissed: “She admitted it herself!”

Behind them, Xie Qing Shuang, Zhao Chen, and Xiao Jiu also arrived. Xie Qing Shuang’s brow furrowed slightly upon seeing the scene in the hall, while Xiao Jiu gasped in astonishment.

Zhao Chen, having heard Ye Sheng’s account, pursed her lips tightly. She didn’t believe Lan Shan could have done this.

But the Four-Tailed Vermillion Bird held deep significance for the Vermillion Bird Hall, symbolizing the continuation and growth of the Vermillion Bird lineage.

“Move aside!” The Fu Yu Island Master’s anger flared.

Cang Wu gripped her sword, spiritual energy surging around her.

“Fu Yu Island Master, the facts are unclear. It is better to wait for the Vermillion Bird Hall Master to make a final decision,” Xie Qing Shuang stepped forward, performing a junior’s bow to the Fu Yu Island Master. “Moreover, this matter must be reported to the Eastern Lord and my Master.”

A Yang Gu disciple could not be casually condemned by another Immortal Sect.

The Fu Yu Island Master looked at her, recognizing her as the Yang Gu Valley Master’s disciple. She snorted coldly: “Even if the Eastern Lord and the Valley Master come in person, they won’t be able to protect her.”

Xie Qing Shuang stepped in front of the Fu Yu Island Master, her stance resolute: “We must wait for both Masters to arrive before deciding Lan Shan’s fate.”

She then tilted her head slightly and said coldly: “Cang Wu, put away your sword.”

Cang Wu ignored her.

With two Yang Gu disciples blocking her, the Fu Yu Island Master, no matter how angry, could not attack the two juniors. She retracted her spiritual power and stated sternly: “Men, take Lan Shan Jun down to the Fire Prison.”

“Yes.”

Two Fu Yu Island disciples obeyed and approached, but with Cang Wu blocking them, they couldn’t make a move and looked back to the Fu Yu Island Master.

The Fu Yu Island Master said coldly: “Are we supposed to treat the murderer of the Vermillion Bird Hall’s Young Hall Master well and keep her comfortable while waiting for her supporters to arrive?”

Xie Qing Shuang’s voice was low: “Cang Wu!”

She stepped forward, and Cang Wu immediately looked at her warily.

“No one can touch her,” Cang Wu said word by word, her peripheral vision catching the arrival of Ling Guang and Song Qing Cheng.

Ling Guang’s sister had died; Cang Wu was certain she would demand her Senior Sister be handed over.

Thinking this, Cang Wu’s defenses sharpened, making her a veritable hedgehog—she would stab anyone who approached Lan Shan Jun.

Ling Guang and Song Qing Cheng stepped through the hall door, simultaneously crying out upon seeing the scene.

Ling Guang: “Lan Shan!”

Song Qing Cheng: “Huan Huan!”

Ling Guang’s expression was tense, and she strode toward Lan Shan Jun. Cang Wu didn’t hesitate and attacked her with her sword, forcing her back.

Ling Guang looked bewildered: “Cang Wu, what are you doing?”

Cang Wu stared at her, her eyes filled with vigilance and distrust.

Song Qing Cheng grabbed Ling Guang’s hand, her eyes red and on the verge of tears. She trembled as she pointed at the small corpse on the ground: “Ling Guang, that’s Huan Huan!”

“Huan Huan is fine,” Ling Guang’s single sentence drew everyone’s gaze.

Song Qing Cheng paused: “Fine?”

Seeing that a misunderstanding had occurred, Ling Guang walked over to the corpse of ‘Huan Huan.’ The originally cold and stiff body transformed into a blood-red feather stained with blood the moment she touched it.

Holding the feather, she displayed it to everyone.

“This is a fake Huan Huan that Lan Shan had me make.”