Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 35

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

“Ling Guang.”

Lan Shan Jun looked down at the sleeping Huan Huan in Ling Guang’s arms and cast a barrier around the two of them.

Ling Guang looked confused: “What is it?”

“Are Huan Huan’s sleeping quarters specifically guarded?” Lan Shan Jun’s expression was grave.

Ling Guang nodded: “Naturally.”

“You and I both know this Vermillion Bird Grand Feast won’t be peaceful,” Lan Shan Jun asked her softly. “Have you considered why the Sea Demons chose this moment to cause trouble?”

Ling Guang’s eyes widened slightly, then she dismissed her own speculation as absurd.

“The Eastern Emperor Bell? Have they gone mad? Even if their ancestor came, they’d have to go inside and stay there.”

“Then what if it’s not the Eastern Emperor Bell?”

Ling Guang frowned.

If it wasn’t the Eastern Emperor Bell, and she specifically asked about Huan Huan’s sleeping quarters—

“Lan Shan, are you suggesting…” Ling Guang held Huan Huan closer.

“I will arrange for more people to protect Huan Huan.”

“It won’t be enough.” Lan Shan Jun shook her head, recalling the Glazed Hundred-Leaf Grass she had seen earlier, and told Ling Guang the plan she had devised.

The loss of the Vermillion Bird in the original novel was the main plot driver. Lan Shan Jun had initially assumed the Vermillion Bird Saber was what the black-robed person and the Sea Demons truly desired, making the death of the Four-Tailed Vermillion Bird a minor detail mentioned only briefly. However, outside the context of that book, Huan Huan represented the future of the Vermillion Bird Hall.

“Substitute the real with the fake.”

Ling Guang took Huan Huan’s safety seriously. After hearing Lan Shan Jun’s suggestion, she pulled a feather from her own body and fused it with Huan Huan’s Vermillion Bird blood, creating a Huan Huan who was vivid and spirited, even possessing a Vermillion Bird Primordial Spirit.

Ling Guang brought the real Huan Huan out of a hidden room and meticulously and clearly explained the plan they had discussed to everyone present.

“It was Lan Shan who saved Huan Huan. She has done a service to the Vermillion Bird Hall.”

Ling Guang looked at the Fu Yu Island Master, bowing respectfully as a junior.

The Fu Yu Island Master raised her hand to return the gesture, the anger on her face largely dissipating. Seeing Huan Huan, her gaze softened with affection.

Turning back to the three Yang Gu disciples, the Fu Yu Island Master’s eyes flickered with complex confusion: “But why would she admit to killing Huan Huan when I asked her? This is not just my word alone.”

If Lan Shan Jun hadn’t confessed, perhaps things wouldn’t have escalated this far.

The first to arrive were the Fu Yu Island Master and Cang Wu. Xie Qing Shuang tilted her head to look at Cang Wu.

“Lan Shan admitted it?”

Cang Wu said nothing.

Xie Qing Shuang: “…”

A soft chuckle came from behind Cang Wu. Blood continuously oozed from the corner of Lan Shan Jun’s mouth. She raised her blood-soaked hand to cover her face, laughing with unconcealed delight.

“Hall Master, I did it. I killed her.”

Cang Wu turned, squatted down, and carelessly tossed her sword aside. She looked nervously at Lan Shan Jun: “Senior Sister, what are you saying? You didn’t kill anyone.”

Lan Shan Jun saw Cang Wu’s face through her fingers. Her mind buzzed, and an extremely similar face overlapped with another.

That person wanted to kill her.

Without hesitation, she raised her hand, but ultimately it only rested on Cang Wu’s neck.

Her pale wrist was exposed, revealing the mark upon it.

“This is—” Ling Guang gasped. She turned her eyes to look at Zhao Chen.

Except for Cang Wu, who could not see the mark on her wrist due to facing Lan Shan Jun, everyone present recognized the imprint.

Snake and turtle as one body—the Four Directions Xuan Wu (Black Tortoise).

Zhao Chen keenly noticed the piercing gazes focusing on her, and Ye Sheng stepped in front of her, appearing ready to strike.

“What is it?”

Ye Sheng answered truthfully, his voice carrying a subtle hint of confusion: “She has the Xuan Wu Mark on her hand.”

Xiao Jiu, who had been watching for a long time, scratched the back of her head: “What is all this?”

She asked Zhao Chen without reservation: “Zhao Chen, is Lan Shan one of your Xuan Wu Hall people?”

“No,” Zhao Chen answered crisply.

Xie Qing Shuang followed up: “She is not.”

The Xuan Wu Mark was undeniably present on Lan Shan Jun’s hand; two simple ‘No’s’ were clearly not enough to prove anything.

Xie Qing Shuang surveyed the people present: the three Young Hall Masters, the Fu Yu Island Master, and the Young Master—these were all individuals most deeply connected to the Four Directions.

“Forgive my bluntness, but if the Vermillion Bird Hall’s Young Princess had indeed died here today,” Xie Qing Shuang’s voice clearly reached everyone’s ears, “Lan Shan claiming she did it, coupled with the Xuan Wu Mark on her body, even if Young Hall Master Zhao Chen denies Lan Shan’s identity, few people would believe it.”

The Vermillion Bird Hall’s Young Princess dies, and the only person present is a disciple of the Yang Gu Eastern Lord, who also bears the mark of the Xuan Wu Hall.

This not only deepens the entanglement between the Vermillion Bird Hall and the Xuan Wu Hall but also risks creating a rift between the Vermillion Bird Hall and Yang Gu, who were rumored to be forming an alliance.

The Fu Yu Island Master’s gaze toward Xie Qing Shuang held a hint of admiration. She conjured a sound transmission to the Vermillion Bird Hall Master, informing her of what had transpired here.

Even Xiao Jiu understood: “Zhao Chen, someone is trying to harm you!”

Ling Guang whispered a reminder to her: “If you had swapped the Xuan Wu Mark for a White Tiger Mark, you would be the one being framed.”

Xiao Jiu blinked.

Ling Guang: “…”

“Someone is stirring up trouble among the Four Directions,” Zhao Chen spoke softly.

First the Sea Demons attacked Bu Xian Xian, then they assaulted Bu Ye City together, and now they involved the Xuan Wu Hall with a mark. While the White Tiger Hall seemed untouched, everyone would realize that after involving the three factions, the only one to benefit was the manipulator, proving that someone was plotting to involve all Four Directions in the chaos—even including Yang Gu.

Xie Qing Shuang slowly clenched her sword.

She glanced at Lan Shan Jun and stepped forward to bow to the Fu Yu Island Master: “My Junior Sister is injured. I request you instruct a medical cultivator to check on her.”

Ling Guang instinctively looked towards Zhao Chen.

Before she could speak, Zhao Chen interrupted: “I am an Elixir Cultivator, not a Medical Cultivator. I ran out of the healing pills I brought a few days ago.”

Ling Guang: “…Alright then.”

Afterward, the Fu Yu Island Master took Song Qing Cheng to repair the various formations in Bu Ye City and the Vermillion Bird Hall. Zhao Chen and Xiao Jiu returned to the guest courtyard to report the Sea Demon incident to the Xuan Wu Hall and the White Tiger Hall.

After the dedicated medical cultivator of the Vermillion Bird Hall examined Lan Shan Jun, Xie Qing Shuang also departed.

“Auntie Lin, how is Lan Shan?” Ling Guang asked, following behind her.

On the other side, a Huan Huan with swollen eyes from crying followed, struggling to walk steadily, yet her words were clear: “Auntie Lin, how is Sister Lan Shan?”

Auntie Lin, seeing the two sisters who looked so similar and shared the same worried expression, did not intend to frighten them further.

“Her injuries will heal with a few more days of rest. However, she drank a lot of Heartless Fish blood, so she will be mentally unclear. She might forget things, or she might recall things.”

“Heartless Fish?”

Ling Guang recalled the description in the Record of Sea Demons. They could make people lose focus and become easily controlled. No wonder Lan Shan confessed to killing Huan Huan.

Ling Guang and Huan Huan saw Auntie Lin out.

Cang Wu had guarded the bedside from beginning to end, staring at her Senior Sister without blinking.

When Ling Guang returned and saw this, just as she was about to say something, she heard a cold, hard “Get out.”

She paused, then realized it was Cang Wu speaking.

Huan Huan clung tightly to her sister’s leg, but her eyes couldn’t help but look toward Lan Shan Jun on the bed.

“…Fine.”

Ling Guang was not angry. She bent down, picked up Huan Huan, and closed the door behind them when they left.

Cang Wu’s expression was cold, as if angry, but she wasn’t sure who she was angry at.

While those people were discussing the Four Directions and the Four Halls, Cang Wu only thought of her Senior Sister. If the person who tried to kill Huan Huan hadn’t left some mark on her Senior Sister, if they hadn’t thought they could exploit her identity as a Yang Gu disciple and simply killed her like those people outside…

In the end, Huan Huan was fake, but her Senior Sister was truly capable of dying.

Cang Wu held Lan Shan Jun’s hand, slowly lowered her head, and buried her face in the woman’s palm, inhaling deeply.

“…Fortunately.”

Fortunately, Senior Sister wasn’t dead. Fortunately, she still had her Senior Sister.

Cang Wu was experiencing lingering fear. She was abandoned at birth, but her Senior Sister promised to stay with her forever. Everything since her awakening was related to her Senior Sister. She wanted the traces left by this person for the rest of her life.

“Senior Sister.”

Cang Wu murmured softly, but at a certain moment, she suddenly startled awake.

She straightened her body and slowly pushed up her Senior Sister’s sleeve. The Xuan Wu Mark was slowly fading. Cang Wu sensed an extremely familiar and intimate aura coming from it, as if it shared the same origin as her.

Cang Wu slowly narrowed her eyes, recalling what the Vermillion Bird Hall Master had told her—

[Since you know your identity, you should know who your mother truly is. The lineage of the Four Directions is not easily passed down, and the Azure Dragon is especially unique, transmitted through a single line.]

Azure Dragon, Azure Dragon Hall.

Her mother was the current Azure Dragon Hall Master.

But now, her Senior Sister carried another Azure Dragon aura. Could it be…

A conjecture surged in Cang Wu’s mind.

The Xuan Wu Mark completely disappeared. Cang Wu rubbed the spot with her fingertip, and spiritual energy in her fingertip sparked, entering Lan Shan Jun’s body bit by bit.

Although Senior Sister had just ingested the Dragon’s Roar, the Dragon Breath shouldn’t harm her, but she didn’t want the aura of another dragon to exist on her Senior Sister.

The residual Dragon Breath was drawn out and suddenly struck toward Cang Wu’s face.

Cang Wu turned her head to dodge, but a scratch still marked her face, with small traces of blood seeping out, revealing a faint, thin blue scale.

Disgust flashed in her heart, even though the source of this Dragon Breath might very well be her own mother.

Even like this, she still left a hidden contingency, just like the Dragon’s Roar left in the Eastern Emperor Bell—truly malicious intentions.

Cang Wu turned her head and suddenly realized her Senior Sister had woken up at some point, looking at her with focused eyes.

Lan Shan Jun’s vision was still blurry. She saw two similar faces: one moment it was Cang Wu, the next it was the woman who looked so much like Cang Wu. The scales on the woman’s face shifted, black one moment, pale blue the next.

“Senior Sister.”

Hearing Cang Wu call her, Lan Shan Jun gave a soft acknowledgement: “Mm.” She tried to raise her hand to rub her aching temples, but realizing with effort that her hand was being held, she managed to beckon Cang Wu with her other hand.

“Come closer.”

Cang Wu obediently leaned in.

Lan Shan Jun could finally see clearly now. She only saw a scratch on Cang Wu’s face; there were no scales at all.

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: “I thought there was something ugly on your face just now.”

Cang Wu remained silent.

“So dizzy,” Lan Shan Jun hummed softly.

Her mind was a mess, memory fragments flashing quickly, unable to connect.

“Senior Sister drank Heartless Fish blood; she needs a period of rest…”

Cang Wu continued to say other things, but Lan Shan Jun didn’t hear them, drifting off into a hazy sleep.

She just felt a bit cold during her deep sleep, so she grabbed a warm object and held it close, not caring what it was, only feeling comfortable and suitable.

Utterly satisfied.