Training the Villain to Become a Big Sister Obsessed - Chapter 36

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

Upon the Vermillion Bird Hall, the Vermillion Bird Hall Master and the Fu Yu Island Master stood side-by-side, looking down at Bu Ye City.

“Jing He, tell me your thoughts.”

Song Jing He’s brows were slightly furrowed. She looked at the newly repaired barrier above and said softly: “They’re becoming restless again.”

“Restless?” The Vermillion Bird Hall Master scoffed, her eyes filled with coldness: “The usual petty skirmishes count as restless. Now they’ve caused trouble right at my doorstep. If that child Lan Shan hadn’t warned Ling Guang, the Vermillion Bird Hall’s loss today would be more than just a Vermillion Bird Saber.”

Song Jing He lowered her head.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master continued: “First, they gathered the Hundred-Eyed Scorpions to launch a surprise attack on Bu Xian Xian. Then, they incited your Fu Yu Island formation elder to defect, easily breaking through the barriers of Bu Ye City and the Vermillion Bird Hall. Even—”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s words paused, and the rest were spoken through gritted teeth: “Even the guards of the Vermillion Bird Saber altar were disguised demons.”

Song Jing He’s eyes were momentarily stunned.

A traitor emerging from Fu Yu Island was her oversight, but how could such a thing happen within the Vermillion Bird Hall?

“They were after the Vermillion Bird Saber?”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s pressure was low and heavy. She looked up, her gaze fixed toward the East.

“No matter what these Sea Demons intend to do, I must first clarify one thing.”

It was a fact that the Sea Demons had disrupted the Four Directions, but why did they carry the Azure Dragon Mark, and why was Dragon Breath preserved in their blood? Azure Dragon, I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation when I arrive.

“You’re going to the Azure Dragon Hall?” Song Jing He sounded a little worried. “Won’t that incite conflict between the two sides? It might be difficult to control the situation then.”

“So what?” The fury in the Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s tone was undisguised. “If Yun Chi is truly involved with those Sea Demons, I don’t mind crippling her and sending her to Kun Lun Xu. We happen to be missing a mountain guardian there.”

[Anyway, there’s a smaller one here, so I don’t have to worry about the Azure Dragon Hall having no successor.]

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master said the latter sentence to herself internally. Since she had promised the Eastern Lord to keep Cang Wu’s identity a secret, she would do so.

Thinking of the Eastern Lord, the Vermillion Bird Hall Master couldn’t help but frown. This person hadn’t responded in a long time. Did he lose his soul searching for Yun Chi? He’s not even looking after his own disciple.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master had sent many messages to the Eastern Lord, mostly concerning Lan Shan Jun and Cang Wu, but the messages sent out were like stones sinking into the sea, yielding no response.

“The commotion caused by this incident is significant. Those Immortal Sect disciples will likely return full of speculation and suspicion.” The Fu Yu Island Master sighed, offering one piece of advice: “If you truly intend to seek an explanation, it is best not to mobilize a grand force.”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master: “I know.”

The Fu Yu Island Master asked: “When will you go?”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master: “After sending Ling Guang and Qing Cheng to Qing Yun Academy.”

“Qing Yun Academy?” The Fu Yu Island Master was somewhat confused.

Among the Four Seas and Eight Realms, there was a special existence that did not participate in the conflicts of the Four Directions. Aside from Yang Gu (East Sea), the other was Qing Yun Academy. It was founded by several highly respected great cultivators, and entry was granted purely based on one’s own ability, regardless of background.

Unlike the reclusive Yang Gu, students of Qing Yun Academy were required to deal with wicked and chaotic matters within the Four Seas and Eight Realms. Therefore, cultivators who emerged from Qing Yun Academy often possessed a righteous heart and a virtuous Dao heart.

The Fu Yu Island Master: “But Ling Guang hasn’t reached the time for succession yet. Are you sending her there?”

Nine hundred years ago, the Hall Masters of the Four Directions established a rule: every Young Hall Master of the Four Directions must enter Qing Yun Academy to temper their mind and character before succession, remaining there until the Headmaster affirmed their completion.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master pursed her lips, then gave a reason after a moment: “The black-robed person who stole the Vermillion Bird Saber is hiding inside Qing Yun Academy.”

Three hours earlier—

When the Vermillion Bird Hall Master arrived at the altar, the Vermillion Bird Saber had vanished. She tracked the saber’s aura all the way to the Qian Realm, where she caught up with the black-robed person.

The black-robed person was no match for her. They endured a palm strike and fled into the territory of Qing Yun Academy with a severely damaged body.

Just as she pursued them across the border, a person appeared to intercept her.

The Headmaster of Qing Yun Academy, Venerable Du Shi (Transcend the World Venerable).

She was the only Celestial Immortal in the Four Seas who had attained an immortal rank in a mortal body. No one knew her exact age, but it was rumored to be over a thousand years.

She was an immortal but refused to ascend to the Celestial Realm. The Dao of Heaven had no choice but to place a restriction on her, forbidding her from leaving Qing Yun Academy. The day she must leave would be the day she returned to the Celestial Realm.

Venerable Du Shi had white hair and a youthful face, her appearance unchanged from when the Vermillion Bird Hall Master had known her years ago.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master had also graduated from Qing Yun Academy and was taught by this very person.

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master bowed respectfully: “Headmaster Xuan.”

When Venerable Du Shi was human, her surname was Xuan, and she always asked her students to call her Headmaster Xuan.

“It’s been a long time, little Vermillion Bird.” Headmaster Xuan stood within the Qing Yun Academy barrier and gently helped the Vermillion Bird Hall Master up.

A gentle force lifted the Vermillion Bird Hall Master’s hand, allowing her to straighten her body.

“Headmaster Xuan, I…” The Vermillion Bird Hall Master tried to explain.

But Headmaster Xuan gently shook her head: “Little Vermillion Bird, you should know the academy’s rules. Once you graduate and leave, you are no longer a person of the academy. The rules cannot be broken.”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master bowed again: “A thief stole the Vermillion Bird Saber. I request Headmaster Xuan’s permission to enter. I will leave once I retrieve the saber.”

Silence. The Vermillion Bird Hall Master slowly looked up. The immortal was nowhere to be seen. A barrier stood before her, explaining everything.

“How could Headmaster Xuan not know who is hiding within the Qing Yun Academy territory?” The Fu Yu Island Master speculated: “Is she helping that black-robed person?”

The Vermillion Bird Hall Master raised her hand to stop her.

“Do not speak carelessly.”

The Fu Yu Island Master ceased speaking, raising her eyes to look at the sky.

A Celestial Immortal who was allowed by the Dao of Heaven to remain in the Four Seas could not act selfishly. If Headmaster Xuan truly intended to help that black-robed person escape this calamity, the Dao of Heaven would not be merciful.

“We will have Ling Guang and Qing Cheng go in to investigate. The Vermillion Bird Saber must be retrieved!”

The Fu Yu Island Master nodded: “That is a good plan.”

For several days, Lan Shan Jun lived a life where she was waited on hand and foot. Not only was her Junior Sister serving her wholeheartedly, but the two Young Hall Masters of the Vermillion Bird Hall were also busy, massaging her shoulders, pounding her back, and stretching her limbs. Coupled with the excellent care from Auntie Lin, Lan Shan Jun’s body visibly recovered, her complexion improving day by day.

The memory confusion caused by the Heartless Fish blood was also slowly fading, yet Lan Shan Jun still felt messy.

She seemed to be having some unspeakable dreams.

She saw Cang Wu grow a tail and horns on her head, constantly circling her, rubbing against her, and… kissing her.

Lan Shan Jun secretly blushed, looking at Cang Wu not far away who was busy selecting pretty fruits for her.

Auntie Lin’s medicine is too potent. How could it make me recall dreams I had completely forgotten?

Lan Shan Jun covered her face with both hands, taking two deep breaths to dissipate the heat.

Such strange dreams.

Cang Wu selected the fruits and came over, only to see her Senior Sister looking like she couldn’t face anyone. “Senior Sister?”

“Ah?” Lan Shan Jun parted her fingers and looked at Cang Wu through the gap.

She could only see the top half of Cang Wu’s face, her features delicate and beautiful, her eyes reflecting only Lan Shan Jun’s image.

“Is Senior Sister very hot?” Cang Wu sensed heat rising from the top of her Senior Sister’s head.

Lan Shan Jun lowered her hands, coughing twice in a self-conscious attempt to cover up, finally pointing at the sun in the sky.

“It’s from the sun.”

Cang Wu sat down next to her Senior Sister and handed her the several plump, pretty fruits.

Lan Shan Jun took one and took a bite. The next second, a slightly cool hand reached out and stroked her face, as if to cool her down.

“Does this feel better?”

Lan Shan Jun, having just recalled those dreams, was momentarily uncomfortable with Cang Wu’s closeness. She quickly shrank back, avoiding Cang Wu’s hand, and spoke curtly: “I’m fine, I’m fine. I’ll feel better once we go inside.”

Cang Wu looked at her empty hand and said softly: “But Auntie Lin said Senior Sister needs more sunlight.”

Lan Shan Jun thought for a moment, gathered the wind in the courtyard, and a succession of breezes brushed against her face, indeed bringing some coolness.

“This is better.”

Cang Wu lowered her hand, looked at the fruit in her other hand, and took a big, fierce bite.

The two sisters continued to eat the fruit one after another, and soon, someone arrived at the small courtyard.

Lan Shan Jun looked up and greeted the person with surprise: “Zhao Chen.”

Zhao Chen stood by the outer door with her zither on her back, politely waiting without permission from the host.

“Come in quickly!” Lan Shan Jun naturally reached out to take Zhao Chen’s wrist.

“Wait a moment, Lan Shan.” Zhao Chen turned her hand to grip hers.

Ye Sheng was waiting in the distance, and Cang Wu stayed in the courtyard and didn’t follow. Only the two of them were in this spot.

Zhao Chen cast a barrier.

“Lan Shan, I must leave tomorrow,” Zhao Chen said softly.

Lan Shan Jun felt a pang of reluctance, a fleeting, subtle emotion that quickly passed.

She waited for Zhao Chen to continue. If she were just here to say goodbye, Zhao Chen’s expression wouldn’t be so serious.

“You haven’t taken that pill yet, have you?”

Lan Shan Jun: “No.”

She had been injured and hadn’t had a proper opportunity to take it.

“I don’t know if we will have a chance to meet again in the future. As a friend, I hope Lan Shan can be well.” Zhao Chen’s eyes curved. “Lan Shan, since I am here today, why don’t you take it now?”

Lan Shan Jun thought for a moment, then nodded.

Having an Elixir Cultivator nearby was certainly safer, and in any case, it was best to get rid of that egg sooner rather than later.

Lan Shan Jun led Zhao Chen into the room. Cang Wu and Ye Sheng were both left outside.

Cang Wu was initially unwilling, but her Senior Sister had told her to ‘be good and listen.’

Inside the room, Lan Shan Jun and Zhao Chen sat facing each other. Lan Shan Jun found the pill Zhao Chen had given her and swallowed it without hesitation.

The pill melted upon entering her mouth, and then spiritual energy circulated through her spiritual veins and limbs, finally integrating into her flesh and blood.

The two waited quietly…

Lan Shan Jun waited for her stomach to hurt. In her impression, this was definitely supposed to cause a stomach ache.

But after a long time, there was no reaction.

Instead, Zhao Chen slowly frowned…

“How could this be?”

“What’s wrong?” Lan Shan Jun asked her.

Zhao Chen: “The life force clinging to you… is very vigorous.”

Completely unaffected.

Lan Shan Jun was speechless.

“Maybe the medicine hasn’t kicked in yet,” Lan Shan Jun tried to justify.

But both of them knew that pills, unlike the spiritual medicine prescribed by medical cultivators, were usually immediate—effective as soon as they were taken.

“Perhaps this egg is not inside your body,” Zhao Chen asked with hesitation: “Lan Shan, have you checked your Sea of Consciousness?”

“The Valley Master also suspected it was in my Sea of Consciousness, but I checked it more than once, and it wasn’t there either.”

Zhao Chen was astonished: “Even the Eastern Lord and the Yang Gu Valley Master couldn’t detect it?”

She sighed, apologizing: “I’m sorry, Lan Shan. I was too confident earlier.”

“It’s fine.” Lan Shan Jun forced a smile that suggested a hard life: “At least you let me know this thing is alive, and that it’s an egg.”

Though perhaps it would have been better not to know.

Zhao Chen paused: “Lan Shan, are you crying?”

Her laugh sounded different than before.

Lan Shan Jun: “…No.”

“I’ll see you out.”